Shen Lang hugged Liu Monong's slender waist in one hand and carried the gentian bright silver spear in the other, and galloped on horseback.

The beautiful woman was in her arms, galloping on the vast grassland, that picture, that scene, so that Shen Lang couldn't help but turn over and dismount, and have a big battle in the snow.

The gray sky gradually became gloomy.

At this time, Cheng Yanjin and Wei Chi Jingde led the Tang Dynasty soldiers to gallop towards the Far East.

The closer they got to the Far Eastern city, the stronger the shock in their hearts became.

The corpses all over the ground, the blood all over the ground, were shocking.

Especially the bow and arrow on the head of the Turkic iron horseman, swaying in the cold wind, it was so dazzling, so terrifying.

The red and white brains and blood, and the headshots of arrows and arrows, made the surrounding Tang soldiers numb.

When they came to the Far East, they watched the mountains of corpses spread all the way to the city, and the picture was extremely sad.

What kind of tragic battles have been experienced to have such a bleak battlefield?

The answer is self-explanatory.

"General Blood Armor has only led hundreds of soldiers of the Northern Liang Army!"

"The blood-armored general is really good, and the soldiers of the Beiliang Army are all good."

Yu Chigong and Cheng Yanjin looked at the battlefield full of corpses, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"General, why is the city so quiet? Could it be that the blood-armored general ......"

The adjutant general on the side asked in confusion at Wei Chi Jingde.

"Shut up!"

Looking at the extremely quiet Far Eastern City, Wei Chi Jingde couldn't help but reprimand at the deputy general beside him.

However, his heart was also full of great doubts.

The battle was so fierce, why was it so quiet in the Far East?

This question not only made Wei Chi Jingde puzzled, but also made more than 10,000 Tang soldiers behind him puzzled.

In an instant, a bad premonition spread in their hearts.

"Blood-armored generals won't ......"

"General, he must live, he must live."

The surrounding Tang soldiers looked at the blood-stained Far East City Gate and muttered alone.

"Come with me into town!"

With Cheng Biting Jin's order, the Tang army rushed towards the Far East City.

But when Chen Yanjin rushed to the city gate, he was instantly stunned.

The slow flow of blood, the endless corpses.

The scene in front of him couldn't help but make everyone's pupils feel like pins and needles.

They stepped on the corpse of the Turkic iron horseman and slowly walked into the Far Eastern city.

The mountains of corpses, the rivers of blood, spread all the way to the deepest part of the Far Eastern City.

At this time, the Far Eastern city was full of corpses of Turkic iron horsemen, and none of them survived.

The heavy smell of blood rushed to the face, and the picture like hell on earth made everyone's hearts tremble.

This mountain of corpses is at least tens of thousands.

However, General Xuejia only led hundreds of soldiers of the Beiliang Army, and the battle was so tragic and tragic!

As they continued on, the corpses piled up thicker, and the smell of blood couldn't help but get stronger.

"General Bloodarmor, you must live."

Looking at the Far Eastern city full of corpses, and looking at the countless Turkic corpses in front of him, Wei Chi Jingde burst into tears as he spoke.

Even though he had been on the battlefield for decades, it was the first time he had seen such a tragic battlefield as in front of him.

What's more, Shen Lang only led hundreds of soldiers of the Beiliang Army!

And right now, the mountain of corpses is full of twenty or thirty thousand people!

"Beiliang Army, good job, worthy of being my Han family!"

When Cheng Yanjin saw the white horse righteous servant who had his head cut off, he couldn't help but choke and roar.

"Go find the Bloodarmor General!"

Looking at the empty Far Eastern City, looking at the corpses under his feet, Yu Chi Jingde looked up to the sky and roared.

"The boy of the Shen family must still be alive, he must still be alive!"

Cheng Biting Jin's eyes were red, staring at the deepest part of the Far Eastern City, roaring hysterically.

The current mountain of corpses made him no longer dare to step forward for half a minute.

He wasn't afraid of corpses and blood, but he was worried that he accidentally stepped on Shen Lang!

An endless sadness spread rapidly in everyone's hearts in an instant.

The Tang soldiers slowly turned over and dismounted, and cautiously searched around.

Their steps were very light, for fear of stepping on the blood-armored general.

They watched very carefully, for fear of missing the blood-armored general!

"General, I didn't find the figure of the blood-armored general!"

"General, here is a corpse with a severed arm, with the scars of the bright silver gentian spear."

The Tang soldiers in front of him roared in a choked voice.

As their words fell, Cheng Yanjin and Wei Chi Jingde hurriedly went down and quickly ran towards the deepest part of the city.

When they saw the severed-arm Jieli Khan lying on the ground, they were instantly stunned.

"Jieli Khan is dead, dead under the Bright Silver Gentian Spear."

Looking at the corpse of Jieli Khan at his feet, Yu Chi Jingde couldn't help but choke up and muttered.

"Shen Lang is so good, he deserves to be the first god of war in my Tang Dynasty, he personally killed Jieli Khan."

Cheng Yanjin stared at Jieli Khan at his feet, and roared with red eyes.

In the first battle on the banks of the Weishui River, the two of them witnessed the scene of Shen Lang cutting off the left arm of Jieli Khan with a halberd.

I also saw the picture of Bai Ma Yi sacrificing himself to save himself and using his body to block the Turkic scimitar.

Now, the old picture is back again, but it is bleaker than ever.

"Quickly send someone to report to Your Majesty, the blood armor general commanded hundreds of soldiers of the Northern Liang Army, slaughtered tens of thousands of iron horsemen in the Far East City, and beheaded Jieli Khan."

Wei Chi Jingde said in a choked voice.

"Yes!"

The two scouts turned over their horses, took the great victory of the Far East, and the desolation of the Far East, and galloped towards Chang'an.

"Report to the general, traces of horses' hooves were found outside the city, it seems to be in the direction of the Turkic steppe."

Suddenly, the Tang soldiers outside the city came to report.

"Come with me out of the city and check it out!"

As he spoke, Wei Chi Jingde turned over his horse and galloped away towards the outside of the city.

They followed the trail of horses' hooves on the ground, all the way to the trail.

The black clouds were getting heavier and heavier, as if they were about to collapse the sky.

With the bitter cold wind, the sky was covered with goose feathers and snow.

Chen Yanjin and others followed the traces of horses' hooves on the ground and traced them all the way to the Turkic frontier.

Looking at the black-clothed man all over the ground, he shot his head with one arrow!

"The blood-armored general actually pursued and killed the Turkic frontier."

Cheng Yanjin muttered in shock.

"Is he still alive? Did he go into the Turkic steppe? ”

Wei Chi Jingde looked at the vast grassland covered by goose feathers and snow, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"The blood-armored general actually killed him into the grassland, does he want to slaughter all the Turkic miscellaneous pieces?"

"Isn't the Blood Armor General really afraid of death?"

"General, you must come back alive."

More than 10,000 Tang Dynasty soldiers, looking at the vast grassland covered by heavy snow, murmured silently and prayed silently in their hearts.

"Quickly send the news here to Chang'an."

Yu Chi Jingde roared in a hoarse voice.

"Yes!"

The two Tang soldiers turned over their horses and galloped towards Chang'an again.