Under the leadership of Shen Lang, whether it was the soldiers of the Beiliang Army or the soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army of the Tang Dynasty who came to support, they were full of fighting spirit in an instant.

They screamed and slaughtered as if they had risen from the spot.

Shen Lang took the lead, holding a gentian bright silver spear to kill all sides in the Turkic army.

The sharp tip of the spear with bloodthirsty light is like the scythe of death, constantly reaping the lives of the Turkic iron horsemen.

The three thousand white horse servants behind him followed closely behind, and formed a sharp dagger with Shen Lang.

And Shen Lang is undoubtedly the sharpest knife tip!

In the blink of an eye, corpses are all over the field, and blood is flowing like a river!

Everywhere they went, people were turning on their backs.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Lang tore a hole in the Turkic army, only forcing Ah Shi Hanbing!

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were like tigers descending from the mountain, constantly charging and slaughtering.

Especially those soldiers of the Northern Expedition of the Tang Dynasty who later held their breath in their hearts.

They silently started a competition with the soldiers of the Beiliang Army in their hearts.

It's just that it's a race to kill.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

With the sword in his hand, one by one the Turkic iron horsemen fell on the corpse-strewn land.

The Turkic horsemen, who were only wounded and not dead, tried to get up and continue to escape.

But the horseshoe, which had all beaten the horseshoe, trampled them into a pulp.

"Retreat! Warriors retreat! ”

"Retreat! Go and find the prince to rendezvous! ”

"General, help!"

The Turkic iron horsemen roared and fled, and they could not escape the fate of being killed after all.

They have long lost the courage to continue fighting, and they only want to escape.

Prince Ashi Hanbing was seriously injured and was almost killed by Shen Lang with one shot, and was desperately fleeing for his life.

How could those Turkic horsemen not run?

At this time, they gave up the resistance, gave up hope, and kept running.

The defeat is like a mountain, and the overall situation has been decided.

But the only thing these Turkic iron horsemen wanted to do was to escape, hold on to their lives, and not be killed by the Tang Dynasty soldiers.

"Kill! Slaughter these Turkic mintagons! ”

"Kill! Blood debt and blood repayment! ”

The Tang Dynasty soldiers slaughtered like crazy, and this kind of picture had already wandered in the heads of the soldiers countless times.

And now, they do!

At this time, they are avenging those good sons of the Han family!

The three thousand white horse servants were like tigers descending from the mountain, and they took away pieces of Turkic iron horsemen with a charge.

In the blink of an eye, corpses piled up, and blood flowed backwards.

As one by one the Turkic iron horsemen fell in a pool of blood, the slaughter gradually came to an end.

The Turkic iron horsemen have fled, and the damned ones have been lying on the earth forever.

Shen Lang slashed a Turkic iron horse under the horse with a single shot, and then let out a long turbid breath.

He watched as the last Turkic iron cavalry was beheaded off by the Tang Dynasty soldiers, and the battle was declared over.

At this point, an endless exhaustion swept over.

Looking at the battlefield strewn with corpses, Shen Lang did not have the slightest joy, only endless sadness.

If it weren't for the blood feud of the Han family's sons, he would rather do nothing in this life than kill the enemy in this side of the frontier and make great achievements.

"It's finally finished, it's a damn relief!"

Cheng Yanjin panted and laughed while carrying the axe.

"General, what should we do next?"

Wei Chi Jingde turned his head to look at Shen Lang's blood-stained cheeks and asked.

"Return to the city to reorganize the army, and prepare to fight to the death!"

Shen Lang looked at the direction of Ah Shi's escape and said murderously.

Although they captured three frontier cities in a row, they killed countless Turkic iron cavalry.

But this is not enough to comfort the spirit of the Han family's sons and daughters in the sky!

Only the head of Jieli Khan, the head of Ashi Hanbing, is enough to let those Han family sons rest in peace.

The blood debt must be paid in blood!

Regarding Wei Chi Jingde's question, Shen Lang replied to him cleanly with ten words.

This is exactly what Cheng Yanjin and Wei Chi Jingde thought.

"Clean up the battlefield and prepare to collect the troops."

Cheng Yanjin shouted impatiently.

Marching day and night, rushing to Pingzhou non-stop, there is no time to rest, it is a pursuit and killing battle.

He didn't even have time to look at his two sons, he didn't have time to look at their injuries.

At this moment, there was no trace of the Turkic iron cavalry on the battlefield.

The Turkic iron horsemen who fled all followed Shi Hanbing back to Anton.

Where is the nest of the remnants of the built-up!

It's just that this is not the time to attack the city and fight to the death.

Although Ah Shi Hanbing was seriously injured and fled.

Even though Shen Lang killed the Turkic army division with a halberd, the Turkic iron cavalry suffered countless casualties.

But these Tang soldiers are really tired.

But looking at the corpses all over the ground, their faces couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Mighty!"

"Mighty!"

"Mighty!"

The Tang soldiers on the battlefield burst into tears one by one, raising their arms and shouting.

Majestic mountains and rivers!

They are not only shouting at generals such as Shen Lang and Cheng Yanjin, but also for themselves.

Shout for the Tang Dynasty.

For those frontier soldiers who died in battle.

The people of the frontier who swore to die shouted.

"We have won, we have killed the domineering spirit of the Han family! Did you see that? ”

Shen Lang looked at the gray sky and muttered alone.

At this moment, Han Jiaerlang has been waiting for too long, too long......

I don't know how many Tang Dynasty soldiers who don't know their surnames have paid their blood and lives for this hard-won victory.

Now, this big victory not only gave the desperate Tang soldiers of the Beiliang Army an affirmation, but also gave Datang a peace of mind.

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty's Northern Expedition are rapidly receiving.

And more than a thousand white horse servants stood silently behind Shen Lang.

From the moment he set foot on the frontier, to the present day, more than half of the three thousand white horses have been lost.

Even if he made a loud voice now, Shen Lang looked at their cheeks covered with blood, and his heart was full of endless sadness.

Although he has divine skills, he can replenish the number of Hakuba Yicong to a maximum of three thousand.

But those white horse righteous servants who died for him kept coming to mind.

In Shen Lang's heart, Bai Mayi has never been his trump card for killing enemies, but a brother who can truly live and die together.

"Are you alright?"

Looking at Shen Lang's body exuding endless sadness, Li Xiuning couldn't help but ask.

"It's fine."

Qin Zichuan collected his mind and squeezed out a smile at Li Xiuning.

"It's fine if you're okay."

Li Xiuning said to Shen Lang and stopped.

"The whole army will return to Pingzhou quickly!"

Shen Lang ordered loudly.

He was afraid that if he stayed a little longer, he would be eaten by this tempting little aunt.

The most difficult to deal with the little aunt.

What's more, it's a little aunt like Li Xiuning who is so advanced?

Now she is still injured, if she does something bad to herself, how can she bear to resist!