(Commuter Pass)

After the baptism of arrows, the sound of drawing knives became one, and even the rumbling of horses' hooves was muffled.

The rising sun shone on the long knives, reflecting the cold light.

Two groups of warriors from different kingdoms, dressed in the same attire, holding steel swords in their right hands and shields in their left hands, staggered through each other as if they had agreed upon a discussion.

Rows of long knives swung down, almost no sound of blades colliding, all of them were echoing with the sound of puffing into the flesh, and suddenly blood splattered, the residual value of the broken arm flew sideways, and countless figures screamed and fell off the horse at this moment.

The confrontation in the gallop made the fight short and intense, and in a dozen breaths, the two teams of knights had completed the first wave of the contest.

Li Po, who was an arrowhead, was already stained with specks of blood, and a long cut was also made under his ribs, but it didn't hurt the flesh and skin.

He didn't care whether he was injured or not, and he didn't have time to count the casualties, he roared his horse and drew an arc, and reflexively led the people to rush up again.

These are obviously two completely different things from the tribal war in the steppe in the clouds.

This is a desperate fight that leaves no room for anything, a tough collision face-to-face.

The Turks showed no signs of weakness, and, with their extreme horsemanship, they took less time to reflex, which made them faster and more aggressive.

In fact, at this time, the momentum of the Sui army was stagnant, and some soldiers were panicked and hesitated, and the confrontation between life and death in a moment had seriously dampened their self-confidence.

If it was the same number of men and horses, the Sui army would definitely be defeated.

But the arrogance and contempt of the Turks. Let them lose the opportunity to defeat this Sui army here.

When the horse's hooves sound, there is no longer a chance to stop. The two groups of cavalry, both with heavy casualties, staggered again.

The same. A large amount of blood and corpses were left in place.

This time, Li Po was unscathed, and his perennial training and keen reflexes made him like a fish in water in cavalry combat, and at this time, he had already killed four enemies in succession.

Without hesitation, he turned his horse back again, charging towards the enemy who had already left a small number of them.

Then ushered in the third battle, such repeated and continuous impacts, showing the excellence of the Turkic and Great Sui cavalry.

Rush through again. When he turned around, what Li Po saw was the back of the Turkic people fleeing, alone, with only a dozen people left.

Li Po slowly reined in his horse and roared for the soldiers to stop and not pursue the enemy.

After that, he raised his long knife and let out a cathartic scream.

Wild and murderous cheers. It's finally become the leitmotif here.

"Change horses, count casualties."

Soon, Li Po couldn't be happy, and he only worked hard for a while. They did eliminate a group of Turkic cavalry, but the casualties of one hundred and eighty-four people made Li Po's mouth dry.

This is the strength of the Turks?

With more than 200 cavalry and 500 Sui cavalry, they clashed. The casualties turned out to be about the same?

Originally, Li Po thought it well. Go strike while the iron is hot and crush the other pursuers here. What I didn't expect was that under the First World War, it turned out to be such a result.

Clearly, his plans needed to change.

The other team of pursuers, only need more than three hundred, and their team will be the defeated side, a simple arithmetic problem, isn't it?

Li Po didn't hesitate for too long, because the Turks on the other side must be rushing over.

He immediately ordered in a loud voice, "Cut off their heads, and we will go into the woods." ”

An opponent who is furious and eager to attack will be much easier to deal with than a calm and rational enemy.

When another group of Ionists arrived, they were driven crazy by the fact that all the Turks who had died in battle on the ground, except for the corpses of the enemy, had become headless corpses.

This is the greatest insult to the warriors who died in battle, to the extent that it is even more than making them slaves of others.

This is not only a desecration of the heroic souls of the warriors, but also a desecration of their gods.

First, a Turkic man, roaring angrily, tore open his clothes, cut his chest, and swore with his own blood that he would kill those despicable Sui people who deserved to go to hell here.

And cut off their heads, so that they could not see day and night.

The dastardly enemy did not go far, their backs were still in sight, like rabbits, burrowing into the sparse woodland.

For a long time, the Turkic attachments who went south to fight with the Sui warriors to the death, established meritorious deeds, and seized the land, cattle and sheep, wives and daughters of the Sui people, went south for the first time in these years, and suffered a heavy blow in the grassland in the clouds.

Looking at the corpses of the warriors lying across the grassland, the kind of convulsive anger is unimaginable.

They roared and chased after Ashina Shipolo (a warrior with the surname Ashina, like Baturu later).

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"Dismount, dismount, quick, gather all the horses and stand in front of them."

In the depths of the forest, Li Po hurriedly ordered that once he reached the woodland, the four-legged ones were not as flexible as the two-legged ones, and if he fought with the Turks here, it was estimated that no Turks would dare to catch up with them.

Nearly half of the casualties made the morale of the Sui soldiers fall down, but they still faithfully carried out Li Po's order.

Unfortunately, in their first confrontation with the Turks, they came across the most elite part of the Turkic million-strong army.

If the armies of the two countries had gathered here at this time, they would have been rewarded with a dazzling result, as they had killed nearly two hundred of the Attachments in a single battle.

This is the same effect as a team of ordinary Turkic cavalry that killed Xiaoguo beside Emperor Yang Guang of Sui.

But it's a pity that they can't think so much about being chased as if there is no way to enter the heavens and no way to enter the earth, they only know the fact that these Turks are stronger and more fierce than them.

Li Po was very busy, he waved the ring head knife vigorously, boosting morale, "Today's battle, there is just death, all show your spirit, I, Li Po, am here, living and dying with everyone." ”

"Take a team of fifty people, spread out, prepare bows and arrows, don't touch hard, and shoot down those who enter the forest."

The Turks soon pursued the woodland, and by this time the sun had already brightened, and the sun shone into the woods, which were neither small nor small, leaving large patches of light on the meadows in the forest.

The horses gradually lost their speed in the forest, and the trees also scattered the Turks, and after walking a short distance, you could see many horses wandering in front of them, and the horses were still riding.

As he walked, an old Turkic man suddenly roared, apparently a Turkic veteran, and saw that his companions were still staring at bloodshot eyes, roaming the forest, deaf to his words, and even some of them cursed loudly in dissatisfaction.

But he still warned the people loudly, and jumped off the war horse, and even kicked his own men off the war horse.

There are a few people like him who have gone through a lot of wars, but he is the only one who has made such a move.

The vassals of the Turkic Khan have experienced too few wars, and the young warriors always take the words of these people as a justification for the cowardly.

Just like a rebellious son and daughter, who always takes the old man's experience as the wind in his ears.

So, it's a matter of course to pay the price.

The shadow of the forest made the Turks speed up their advance, and then they also took out their bows and arrows, ready to kill these stupid Sui people who gave up their war horses here one by one like shooting prey.

The bowstring vibrated suddenly, and the arrows began to weave through the forest.

The screams of the Turks rang out one after another, and they became targets at once.

The Sui people are not the prey, and their Li Senjun's knowledge of the woodland is also unmatched, and in the battle in the forest, he chose the most suitable battle mode.

The Turks on war horses will be shot down by bows and arrows, while the Turks who land on both feet will not be suitable for running in the forest at all, and the taller Sui soldiers will have an absolute advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

Yes, as long as the Turks entered the woodlands, then all their advantages would no longer exist.

Whether it is their ancestors or descendants, for all the tribes living on the grassland, the war horse is their sharpest weapon, and there is no one.

The confrontation soon turned into a scuffle, with arrows flying through the forest, steel knives swinging in the hands of warriors, and warriors of the two clans roaring like wild beasts.

Every moment, someone fell to the ground with blood spilled, life became incomparably cheaper here, and the screams echoed in the trees, like the sigh of death.

Time is slowly passing, but the people in the fight are not aware of the change in time at all.

It seemed that the last moment was still fighting desperately, and the next moment, the sound of fighting in the forest gradually subsided, and the Turks, covered in blood, rushed out of this devilish place on horseback one after another.

Yes, they lost the courage to continue fighting, and they fled exhausted and panicked.

At this moment, they are no longer proud Turkic attachments, but rabbits fleeing in disarray.

There is no doubt that when they return, they will be punished very severely, but between life and honor, they choose life.

They have left their pride and glory here forever.

More than 500 Turks were annexed, and only more than 20 survived.

In the ten years of the Great Cause, the first collision between the Turks and the Sui people sparked a brilliant spark.

Five hundred Heng'an town cavalry completely defeated a considerable number of them, and the prestige of the Turks was attached to the sweat account.

This is a miracle that is not big or small, but unfortunately, at this time, the remnants of the Sui soldiers are no longer able to think so much, and they are on the verge of collapse.

In this battle, more than 300 Sui soldiers fell on the grassland, and almost all the remaining people were wounded. (To be continued.) )