The defenders of Dingzhou were all killed in battle.

The people of Dingzhou swore to live and die with Dingzhou.

How tragic!

However, this group of court bigwigs living in the temple actually persuaded them to die and demanded peace.

Compared with those frontier soldiers and people, they are simply a bunch of cowardly soft eggs!

So Li Er was directly angry!

If you are inferior to my people and soldiers, then draw your sword and kill yourself, and thank the soul of the hero with death!

But this group of Korea-China bigwigs wearing black gauze hats, will they do this?

Obviously, they won't!

They care more about their lives and careers than anyone else!

"Now all the soldiers in Dingzhou have died in battle, and even the women and children in the city have gone to the city wall to defend it, how tragic! If the imperial court does not send troops again, won't it make the world laugh? ”

Qin Qiong sneered at the civil officials of the Peace Faction.

"A bunch of cowardly soft eggs, not even as good as a child. What do you say you mean by living? Just die! ”

Wei Chi Jingde immediately said to Sun Wuji, the old yin chief.

"Let them die at the hands of the Turkic mothballs, and let them taste the slaughter. A bunch of unashamed bastards! ”

Cheng Yanjin even said as he flicked the boogers in his hand towards those civil officials.

“……”

These civil officials who advocated peace trembled with anger, but they couldn't say a word.

There's nothing wrong with what they say!

The women, children, and children in Dingzhou City all carried kitchen knives and shoulders to the city wall to defend the city, but what about them?

But they are advocating peace!

A deep humiliation made these civil officials bow their heads in shame.

Even if they were clever and eloquent, they couldn't say a word in the face of Cheng Yanjin and Wei Chi Jingde's insults and contempt at this time!

Are we really inferior to the people of the frontiers?

In the deepest part of their hearts, they have deep doubts about themselves.

"The minister is willing to lead the troops to the north and live and die with the people of my Tang Frontier!"

Qin Qiong took the initiative to ask.

"Good! Uncle Bao is my real man in the Tang Dynasty! ”

Li Er immediately praised loudly.

You Qin Shubao is a real man when he goes into battle to kill the enemy, so if we advocate peace, we are not a real man?

Li Er's words, like an invisible slap, slapped the faces of those Wenchen who advocated peace.

It hurts so hot!

"Quickly gather troops, horses, grain and grass, I want to drive the expedition in person, and fight to the death with Jieli Khan!"

Li Er immediately said proudly.

That resolute and decisive Tang Emperor is finally back!

"The minister is willing to die on the battlefield, and he will not die with the Turkic iron cavalry!"

Those generals, who had long been unable to bear it, shouted as if they were dead.

For them, dying on the battlefield is the greatest glory!

What bullshit to talk about peace here, what to talk about the future, it's all bullshit!

……

At this time, Shen Lang used ten years of yang life to exchange three thousand white horses to return to the world.

He was leading these 3,000 white horse followers to launch a charge against the Turkic army.

But in the face of a Turkic army of nearly 100,000 iron horsemen, their 3,000 people seemed so insignificant.

They are like a flat boat in the ocean, struggling desperately in ****.

A narrow escape!

But what is there to fear from death?

He had traveled to this world in the first place, and there were no one close to him here.

Wouldn't it be better if he could die again and travel back to the world he lived in before?

And these three thousand white horse righteous followers, they did not belong to this world in the first place.

How can they be afraid of death when they come from hell?

So, they are a bunch of crazy people who are not afraid of death!

No!

They are a bunch of devils from hell!

"White Horse Righteous Charge! The blood does not stop, and the death does not stop! ”

Shen Lang roared hysterically as he waved the gentian bright silver spear in his hand.

"The blood will not stop, and the death will not stop!"

The three thousand white horses roared in unison, and the endless murderous aura rose to the sky.

Although they are not as numerous as the Turkic iron cavalry, this murderous aura that regards death as if they were at home is simply invincible.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Shen Lang led three thousand white horse followers, like a death harvester, constantly harvesting the lives of the Turkic iron horsemen.

The surrounding Turkic iron riders instantly felt numb in their scalps, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

Is this still human?

This is a bloodthirsty maniac from hell, okay?

For a while, the Turkic iron cavalry at the front was frightened by Shen Lang and the others.

Even the war horses they sat on were frightened by the endless murderous aura and kept roaring, and the horses' hooves couldn't help but pace backwards.

The Turkic iron cavalry in front wanted to retreat, but the countless Turkic iron cavalry behind rushed towards Shen Lang and the others.

Those Turkic iron horsemen who had not yet started the fight collided with each other.

The Turkic iron cavalry at the front instantly became a pot of porridge.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Shen Lang naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity, and kept waving the bright silver gentian spear in his hand, harvesting the lives of the Turkic iron horsemen.

"Khan, help!"

"They're not people, they're a bunch of demons!"

"Run! Go find the Khan Rendezvous! ”

The Turkic iron cavalry at the front, facing Shen Lang and the others who were like demons, instantly became disorganized, scrambling to roar, trying to escape from this place like purgatory on earth.

But will they be able to escape?

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Bai Ma Yicong was like cutting leeks, constantly harvesting their lives, cutting stubble after stubble.

In the blink of an eye, nearly 10,000 Turkic iron horsemen died under the sword of the white horse Yicong.

Corpses are piling up!

Listening to the screams at the front of the army, the smile on the corner of Jieli Khan's mouth instantly froze.

"What the hell is going on?"

Jieli Khan asked angrily.

"Hui Khan, it seems that the blood-armored general is slaughtering my Turkic iron horse."

The Turkic military division frowned and said incredulously.

That blood-armored general is already at the end of the strong bow, why is there still such a strong combat power?

Could it be that he is really a god who can't descend to earth?

And just when he was puzzled, Jieli Khan rode his horse and rushed towards the front of the Turkic army.

"Khan, don't do it!"

The Turkic military division was just about to remind Jieli Khan, but where was he still at this time?

Jieli Khan had already become angry, and was dazed by the endless anger in his heart.

He wants to kill the blood-armored general with his own hands!

Only in this way can the endless anger in his heart be completely extinguished!

"Khan, you've been fooled!"

The Turkic division shouted in the direction of Jieli Khan's departure, hating that iron is not made of steel.

Now he had seen the conspiracy of the Blood-Armored General, but it was too late.

There will be brave men under the reward!

What's more, Jieli Khan personally supervised the battle, and the Turkic iron cavalry dared to flee there?

"Whoever kills the blood-armored general will be the king of the grassland one day!"

As the roar of Jieli Khan came, those Turkic iron horsemen who were terrified instantly calmed down.