Naya drove in the opposite direction of gunfire and rushed out of Risheng Fort in a short while.

"Naya, go back and we'll save Ah Dad!" Asgen said anxiously.

"No, my dad said, he dragged them out there and told us to leave ourselves and let us leave without caring about him!" Naya said crying.

Asgen was stunned.

He suddenly understood that Timur knew that he had no hope of survival.

He rushed into the siege with the determination to die, and brought the remaining few tribe members to deal with Miao Yin and the others to get a chance to escape for Achong, Asgen and others.

"Babe!" Asgen pounded his chest with both hands, and burst into tears in an instant.

Zi Yang and Su Rui looked at each other, silent for a moment.

Both of them knew in their hearts that this group of people could not do anything even if they went back. A few unarmed wounded, weak and disabled people attacked dozens of fully armed enemies, which was tantamount to hitting stones with eggs.

The car rushed to the back of a hillside a few kilometers outside Risheng Fort and stopped. Asgen got out of the car, knelt down in the direction of Risheng Fort, and howled loudly.

There were still sporadic gunshots there, and the old man Timur was using the last bit of power in his life to buy time for everyone.

Zi Yang walked out of the car and looked at the body covered with bullet holes and was not only scared, but it was a blessing that they could escape from the rain of bullets.

Zi Yang looked back at the situation of the few people in the car. Lao Wang helped Xiao Hei and walked down. Both of them fell off the flagpole and fell to their noses and faces.

A Chong held Mo Laosan and sat in the car sadly. Mo Laosan was shot in the chest, and the blood had dyed the two of them red.

Su Rui tried Mo Laosan's breath and shook his head gently.

Mo Laosan is dead.

Zi Yang looked at Mo Laosan curled up in A Chong's arms, and suddenly felt inexplicable sadness in his heart.

In a sense, Mo Laosan is Achong's elder and everyone's life-saving benefactor.

Zi Yang still clearly remembers that in the temple left behind in the Tibetan area, if it weren't for Mo Laosan's secret help, they would have been killed by Scar Jin, Li Tianming and others.

"A Chong, Uncle Mo San is dead. You, you should be more mourning and following the changes." Zi Yang comforted softly.

A Chong stood up silently. His right arm was broken, and the remaining left hand was still holding Mo Laosan.

Mo Laosan's dry and thin body was as light as nothing in his hand. Zi Yang took Mo Laosan from A Chong's hand and gently placed him on the ground.

This old man with a rough life finally died.

His living in this world is like a joke. No one has ever looked down upon him, and no one takes him seriously.

Now, he is dead.

Zi Yang missed him a little.

Although Mo Laosan is not a bright and magnificent person, he has never done anything that is harmful to the world in his life.

Now, he is dead.

His miserable and unbearable life finally came to an end on the Mongolian wasteland.

Zi Yang, Lao Wang, Su Rui, A Chong and Xiao Hei stood in front of Mo Lao San's body and observed silently, which was regarded as seeing him off.

"Mo Laosan, go with peace of mind. May you go to heaven. May there be countless treasures in heaven... and beauties waiting for you." Lao Wang sprinkled a handful of soil on Mo Laosan and sent him his most heartfelt wishes.

The gunshots in Risheng Fort gradually sparse and stopped completely in a short while.

It looks like the battle is over.

"Brother Chong, my dad said that you would take me and Arislan and leave Mongolia and never come back." Naya looked at Ah Chong, with crystal tears on her face.

In order to fulfill the last wishes of our ancestors and to save the last hopes of the two Iron Cavalrymen, Achong and Xiao Hei, the old man Timur exhausted all the power of the Canglang clan.

Arislan and Naya may be the only concern he has left in the world.

A Chong gently wiped away the tears from Naya's cheek and nodded silently.

Arislan stood beside Naya, his injured arm was hanging around his neck with a bandage, and he looked at A Chong's broken arm with his big eyes open.

Zi Yang looked at Xiao Hei who was injured on his leg and sat on the ground, and his face was confused.

In just a few days, everyone seemed to have walked in hell, wounded and broken.

Even now, they are still not out of danger of death. After Miao Yin and the others deal with Timur, will they continue to chase them?

The car has broken down, and he [31 Novel Network] is at the end of his life.

What should I do next?

Asgen was still kneeling in the direction of Sunrise Castle, lowering his head and silently.

Zi Yang looked around the endless desert, and his heart was no longer in his mind.

Even Su Rui, who has always been resourceful, stood by and said silently.

Where else can they escape?

Lao Wang took out a telescope from the car and lay on the ground to observe and look in the direction of Risheng Fort. After a while, he suddenly shouted: "Come on, come and see! What is that?"

Zi Yang took the telescope from Lao Wang's hand and followed the direction of his finger. He saw three tiny black shadows hanging on the three tall flagpoles in the Mashi yard.

Zi Yang's heart sank, he had already guessed who was on it.

Asgen snatched his glasses and saw the person above him clearly, his eyes wide open, his teeth clattering.

The ones hanging on the flagpole were Timur and two other Canglang tribe members.

Timur was hung on the flagpole in the middle, with his hands tied behind him, and his head tilted aside. He could vaguely see his face in the telescope, his gray hair and beard were covered with blood, and his tiny body was gently swinging on the flagpole, looking like he had no rest.
Chapter completed!