nashuaworldcup Chapter 368 The Western Turks also suffered the same fate as the Eastern Turks.
Chapter 368 The Western Turks also suffered the same fate as the Eastern Turks.
But the facts were right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them.
What does it mean to be unable to defeat the Sui Dynasty people, yet also unable to defeat the Western Turks?
Shekui Khan plopped back into his chair, covered his face with his hands, and remained silent for a long time.
The tent was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, except for the crackling of burning charcoal in the brazier.
Who can he turn to for justice?
"Khan, these people have joined forces and are approaching the royal court. We must make a decision."
Ashina Tongyegu was quick-witted and had long seen the critical situation.
Today's scene is so similar, it's chilling.
Previously, Lü Xiao had gone to the northern grasslands, leading eight hundred men to bypass all the defenses and strike directly at the royal court.
Now that Lü Xiao has come to the Western Turks, they absolutely cannot suffer the same fate!
"Who cares about those small countries? I'm afraid of Lü Xiao!"
Shekui Khan rubbed his forehead. Since there were no outsiders here, he decided to speak frankly.
He recalled the figure riding Red Hare and holding a halberd, and felt a tightness in his neck, making it hard to breathe.
The appearance of Lü Xiao had left him with such a deep shadow that he could see the scene from that day every time he closed his eyes.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; 100,000 elite troops were routed and fled in panic.
That god of slaughter chased after tens of thousands of people, hacking them down until rivers of blood flowed and the sun and moon lost their light.
He didn't even dare to think about it, let alone command his troops to fight Lü Xiao.
"Then let's migrate."
Ashina Tongyegu took a deep breath and finally revealed the thoughts that had been buried in his heart for many years.
Mount Sammi, as a royal court, was not the best choice.
The royal court was moved westward to the land of a thousand springs in the Kingdom of Shi.
It was a strategic location, and also the Rehai Road on the Silk Road, with a treacherous terrain.
More importantly, it was far from the Sui Dynasty and far from Lü Xiao.
Run far away, to a place where the god of death can't catch up with or find you.
If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?
"Migration..." Shekui Khan frowned, quite unwilling, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.
He recalled how he had once mocked the Eastern Turkic Khan.
How could someone be arrested during a sacrificial ceremony?
Moreover, it was near the royal court, surrounded by a large army and heavily guarded. This was simply the most ridiculous thing in the world, so absurd that it couldn't be more ridiculous.
He was slapping his thigh and laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face.
I never expected that these mocking words would come back to haunt me so quickly.
It hit him until he was dizzy and nauseous, until he felt utterly ashamed, until he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
Shekui Khan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, the sound echoing in the tent, carrying an indescribable weariness and age.
If they didn't leave, they would end up like that unlucky guy from the Eastern Turks, dragged out of the royal court by Lü Xiao, bound hand and foot, and taken to the Eastern Capital.
In front of the entire court, he knelt before Yang Guang like a dog.
He couldn't afford to lose face, and neither could the Western Turks.
He, the Shekui Khan, had dominated the Western Regions for decades. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Then... let's move."
Shekui Khan opened his eyes, as if he were forcing the words out of his throat.
The words he uttered were filled with resentment and humiliation.
He stood up, walked to the entrance of the main tent, and looked at the eastern sky.
He didn't know how far away Lü Xiao was from him; all he knew was that he never wanted to see that person again in his life.
"Khan, all the tribes are ready."
Ashina Tongyagu came up from behind, his steps hurried and his voice low.
His complexion was not good, with dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.
Around the large tent, busy figures could be seen everywhere.
Some people were dismantling tents, some were tying up supplies, and some were counting livestock.
The sounds of women crying, children shouting, and men yelling were all mixed together, creating complete chaos.
Shekui Khan withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at the chaos before him.
This is his royal court, the place he has managed for most of his life.
He proclaimed himself Khan here, issued orders here, and received envoys from various countries here.
Now, however, he has to tear it down himself, and like a stray dog, he slunk away to the west.
"Where is Lü Xiao?"
"The scouts haven't sent back any news yet, but given the marching speed of those allied foreign armies, they should arrive at the royal court by tomorrow at the latest."
tomorrow.
Shekui Khan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Only one day left.
No, perhaps not even for a day.
"Pass down the order." He opened his eyes, his voice hoarse. "Depart in one hour. Take everything you can. What you can't take... burn it."
An hour later, flames shot into the sky from the royal court.
The fire started in the main tent and quickly engulfed the surrounding tents, fences, and granaries.
Shekui Khan, mounted on his horse, took one last look at the land where he had lived most of his life.
"Walk!"
He flicked his whip and charged off without looking back.
Behind him, tens of thousands of Western Turkic cavalry surged out of the royal court like a tide, galloping towards the northwest.
The thunderous sound of hooves shook the earth.
Women and children were protected in the middle of the procession, while livestock were driven to the rear, making the entire procession extremely long.
The spies of the allied foreign forces had long been keeping an eye on the royal court's movements.
The moment the towering flames ignited, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire allied camp.
"The Western Turks are fleeing!"
"Chase them! We can't let them get away!"
The rulers of various countries rushed to mount their horses, their eyes gleaming with greed.
Not long ago, they were being suffocated by the Western Turks, but now that they have turned the tables, how could they let go of this opportunity to kick a dog when it's down?
In an instant, tens of thousands of cavalrymen chased after the Western Turks along their escape route like madmen.
The sounds of horses' hooves, battle cries, and bugle calls mingled together, echoing through the sky.
The soldiers of the allied foreign forces charged forward with reckless abandon, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Qu Boya rode his horse and ran at the very front.
The dragon-riding cavalry followed closely behind, shouting something, but it was hard to hear clearly.
But you could tell from his flushed face that he was incredibly excited.
Baisuni Die was not to be outdone, and led his cavalry to flank the Western Turks, trying to intercept them before they could.
In an instant, dust filled the Gobi Desert, obscuring the sky and blocking out the sun.
Two cavalry units, one in front and one behind, engaged in a life-or-death chase across the vast wilderness.
Shekui Khan glanced back.
In the distance, dust filled the sky, obscuring the sun.
Although the pursuers were still out of sight, the billowing dust had already said it all: they had caught up.
"Faster! Faster!"
He roared at the top of his lungs, and the whip lashed hard against the horse's back.
The warhorse, in pain, let out a long neigh and increased its speed even further.
But the line was too long.
The one in front runs fast, but the one behind can't keep up.
Especially those livestock being driven along the road, which are heavy and slow, cannot run fast at all.