At this time, the desire to build in Andong City had already been slaughtered.

As for the people who took refuge in the traitorous ministers and wanted to do evil, they had already knelt on the ground and begged the Tang soldiers to spare their lives.

Facing the old, weak, sick and disabled in front of him, Cheng Yanjin really couldn't do it.

However, after all, they aided and abetted the abuse, and they should not be spared!

Especially when they saw the picture of more than 200 members of the Wang family, all lying in a pool of blood, it made everyone even more angry.

I can't wait to drag this group of eighteen generations of ancestors out of the ancestral grave and slaughter them again.

"General, what to do with these people?"

An adjutant general next to him asked at Wei Chi Jingde.

"Wait for the blood-armored general to come back and decide."

In the face of this group of old, weak, sick and disabled, Wei Chi Jingde didn't know how to deal with it.

"Quickly support the Blood Armor General, and kill all the Turkic fragments and remnants of the Far East first!"

Cheng Yanjin turned his head and stared at the people of Anton at his feet and said.

The endless murderous aura frightened them and trembled.

The endless remorse swept through their bodies in an instant.

"Let's go, quickly support the Blood Armor General!"

With Wei Chi Jingde's order, the Tang army quickly assembled and rushed to the Far East.

And the scout even carried the news of the great victory on the frontier and hurried to Chang'an.

……

At this time, Shen Lang led three thousand white horses to chase after him.

And Liu Monong, under the protection of the black-clothed men, was riding his horse and galloping, trying to escape back to the grassland.

Seeing that he was about to rush into the grassland, Liu Monong's heart was full of strong uneasiness.

The yurt in the distance faintly caught her eye, making her little heart rise to her throat.

For this ambush, Jieli Khan not only took the life of his own son, but also poured the Turkic warriors out of the nest.

Nowadays, there is no longer a man with combat effectiveness in the steppe.

"If I flee back to the grassland, won't I bring the war to the grassland?"

The yurt in the distance was getting closer and closer, and Liu Monong not only did not feel the slightest joy, but became more and more confused.

She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, and she didn't know what was going to happen next.

……

And the three thousand white horse servants who were chasing after her directly took off the bow and arrow behind her back.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The arrow that seemed to tear the sky, with an endless murderous aura, shot towards the black-clothed man who fled in an instant.

The archery skills of the white horse followers, that is a hundred steps through the yang, and the arrows are not missing.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

After a rain of arrows, the black-clothed man was shot one after another and fell to the ground.

Liu Mo couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see that there was no one behind him.

The black-clothed man who rushed out with her all died under the bow and arrow of the white horse's righteous servant.

Then, two lines of hot tears pierced her delicate cheeks in an instant.

"General Bloodarmour, your eternal enmity with me Turkic is unforgettable!"

Liu Mo clenched his silver teeth and roared at the sky.

She ran desperately, hoping to be closer to her home, closer.

Looking at the figure in front of him, the corners of Shen Lang's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing a sly smile.

"Stop shooting, look at me!"

"Bring me a bow and arrows!"

He turned his head and shouted at the white horse Yicong beside him.

Then, Bai Ma Yicong next to him handed the bow and arrow in his hand.

Shen Lang aimed at the tempting back, and shot an arrow up.

"Whoosh!"

As the sound of the cold arrow cutting through the sky sounded, the arrow with endless killing intent shot fiercely into the body of Liu Monong's sitting war horse.

Then, the neighing of a war horse resounded across the grassland.

"Boom!"

As a muffled sound fell, the injured war horse raised its head to the sky and roared, and Liu Monong was thrown on the ground by the war horse.

Looking at the picture in front of him, two black lines couldn't help but appear on Shen Lang's head.

"Damn! General Ben is ugly. ”

Shen Lang shouted in embarrassment, and quickly returned the longbow in his hand to the white horse Yicong beside him.

He originally wanted to pretend to be an X, but he ended up being the biggest stupid X.

In order to save his face, he galloped wildly, and killed Liu Monong with a charge.

At this time, Liu Monong was lying on the ground screaming in pain, and her war horse had already run away with a roar.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Shen Lang held the bright silver gentian spear in his hand and asked murderously at Liu Monong's painful cheeks.

"The winner is king, the loser is Kou, I have nothing to say."

Liu Monong sneered at Shen Lang and said.

"Since you have nothing to say, then change and die!"

Shen Lang said and suddenly raised the bright silver gentian gun in his hand.

"Do you think that killing me will make the Datang Frontier safe for eternity?"

Liu Monong raised his head and laughed insolently as he spoke.

"My grassland is vast, even if you kill me, there will be more grassland warriors who will stand up, and he will definitely make a comeback one day and stain the Central Plains with blood!"

Liu Mo stared at Shen Lang and roared hysterically.

As her words fell, Shen Lang was instantly stunned.

She was right, the steppe is vast, even if you kill Jieli Khan, kill her, and kill hundreds of thousands of Turkic troops.

But in time, the Prairie Riders will make a comeback.

If I don't have it anymore at that time, and I can't carry the bright silver gentian gun anymore, what will happen to the frontier?

An inexplicable sorrow swept through Shen Lang's body in an instant.

People will always be born, old, sick and die, and no matter how gorgeous the fireworks are, they will eventually come to an end.

Fighting, killing, and killing can never solve the eternal enmity between the Turks and the Tang Dynasty.

Is it really necessary to completely slaughter the Turkic barbarians in the steppe?

Obviously, this is something that Shen Lang can't do, and he can't do.

"What you say makes a lot of sense, so should I kill you or not?"

Shen Lang turned over and dismounted, squatted in front of Liu Monong, staring at her handsome cheeks stained with blood and asked.

Facing the condescending Shen Lang and his fiery gaze, Liu Monong's nerves instantly tensed.

In the face of the murderous and wanton bright silver gentian spear just now, she did not have the slightest fear, and regarded death as home.

Now facing Shen Lang's fiery gaze, an inexplicable fear welled up in her heart, panic and anxiety!

"You, what do you want to do?"

Liu Monong didn't dare to look directly at Shen Lang's fiery eyes, so he quickly twisted his head to the side and asked in a trembling voice.

"Take me to your Turkic stronghold, and I'll take your life."

Shen Lang said with a smile at Liu Mo, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Don't you think! Even if you kill me, I won't take you there. ”

Liu Monong immediately refused, his face full of expressions of death.

"Your fate is up to me, do you still have a chance to resist?"

As he spoke, Shen Lang reached out and grabbed Liu Monong's arm, and pulled it hard into his arms.

"Ahh

Liu Monong's exclamation had not yet fallen, but the person threw himself into Shen Lang's arms.

Shen Lang hugged Liu Monong extremely domineeringly and turned over on the horse.