The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the day is on fire!

The Turks set up camp, sang and danced, and prepared to cross the Weishui in one fell swoop tomorrow, and the troops came to the city, directly letting Li Shimin know what the Turkic soldiers were.

However, at night, a flash of fire appeared over the Turkic camp.

Because there was a huge tray blocking it, no one could see it at all.

Black columnar objects are thrown from the sky.

The people who sang and danced didn't feel anything.

"Boom!"

With a roar, then bombs burst everywhere.

The bonfires that were everywhere turned into artillery fire everywhere.

The Turkic camp was in chaos, and everything was just the beginning.

The fear of the unknown is astonishing.

I don't know what's going on.

Then the Turkic horses were collectively frightened and began to run in all directions, neighing.

People are extremely fragile at this time, whether they are nobles or ordinary warriors, at this moment, they are extremely vulnerable.

A Turkic warrior who had been dancing suddenly a black pillar fell in front of him, and then with a roar.

Half of his body was gone, and the man was lying in a pool of blood, and he didn't know how he died.

As the number of deaths grew, everyone fell into fear.

"Enemy attack!"

The alarm sounded, but in a few moments, the person who sounded the alarm disappeared into nothing with a roar.

Ignorance, fear.

Accompanied by the neighing of countless war horses, the sound of horses' hooves, explosions.

All sorts of noises.

The entire Turkic camp was completely in disarray.

At night, in the darkness of the night, many people do not know what is happening, but life is inexplicably deprived.

Accompanied by a wide variety of emotions.

Some people obviously didn't have any wounds on their bodies, but their faces suddenly turned purple, and then the whole person fell straight down.

Died in vain.

The horses were frightened, and the people were also in fear, constantly fleeing.

Countless people chose to run away at this time, but they didn't run far, and they all felt difficulty breathing.

Slowly, they all lay on the ground.

Then the horses kept fleeing, because the fire had burned a lot of ropes, and the horses could no longer be controlled, and the horses, which had been tamed, became extremely irritable at this time.

Trample everything!

Smash everything!

Everything is an obstacle for the war horses, and they want to flee too!

The fear of disaster, whether it is human or animal, the choice at this moment is the same.

Many people did not die from explosions, not from poison, but at the feet of their comrades, or horses.

Human life is very fragile at this moment.

It's like a mustard.

Fang Ce was in the air, and he had long known that a group of people had been captured alive by the Turks, and this team was the vanguard of Changsun Chong.

However, at this moment, Fang Ce has no control over the situation below.

After all, at this time, the situation below is beyond human control.

The final outcome of everything is something that only God can predict.

Fang Ce couldn't see the scene below at all.

The screams, as well as the wailing, Fang Ce could hear it clearly.

But he won't save people, he won't show this kindness.

Because there are no immortals in the war, in order to kill Changsun Chong, even if he uses a thousand people to accompany the funeral, although he is a little guilty, he does not regret it.

To deal with potential enemies, only by cutting the grass and eradicating the roots can we solve the hatred in our hearts.

These people were all killed by the eldest grandson, so if you want to blame them, blame them for following the wrong master.

Anyway, Fang Ce didn't throw a single shell in the direction of the prisoner camp, and whether they survived or not depends on the creation.

Everything is creation, whether it is the captive camp, or the eldest grandson Chong, or the millions of Turkic strings, everything depends on creation.

Under this indiscriminate bombardment, those who can survive can only be said to be amazingly lucky.

Bombs, poisoning, plus war trampling.

The one who survives is really the chosen one.

Will anyone survive?

There is no doubt that there are absolutely any, but how many?

Fang Ce is not sure that there are millions of people, and after this messy night, it is estimated that there are not a few people who can survive.

All wiped out?

Fang Ce never thought that it was impossible for the number of people of this level to be wiped out.

However, even if these people do not die, the fighting spirit will be completely erased.

Because in this case, it is simply impossible to confront.

The courage of the Turks has been broken and has just been assembled.

It was unimaginable that such a scene appeared in just one night.

Some Turks even felt that their totem had abandoned them.

After leaving the grassland, their totem has completely abandoned them.

This is divine punishment!

Punish them for leaving the steppe.

They all retreated to the north, wanting to return to the grassland, to return to the arms of the gods.

The Central Plains is really terrible!

Fear, fear, made all who survived feel as if there was an invisible hand stuck in their neck.

At this time, Fang Ce had already returned to Jingyang.

However, at this time, Li Shimin's soldiers and horses had gathered on the banks of the Weishui River.

"Your Majesty, Fang Ce asks to see you."

Fang Ce got off the hot air balloon and came to the camp on the bank of the Weishui River.

"What? Hurry up! ”

Li Shimin was a little impatient.

"Your Majesty, the grass people are fortunate not to be dishonored!"

Fang Ce's words directly made Li Shimin's hanging heart fall.

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, standing on the bank of the Weishui River, you could even see the fire on the opposite bank, and the screams of many people could be vaguely heard.

Now that he heard Fang Ce's words, Li Shimin nodded.

"Well done!"

Li Shimin patted Fang Ce's shoulder.

Fang Ce smiled, shook his head, and said to Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, for the sake of Datang, it doesn't matter if I'm tired. It's just that I can't guarantee to get the head of Jieli. ”

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows: "What?" Let him run? ”

"I don't know, maybe there are no bones."

Fang Ce rolled his eyes, and then said, "Ten bombs were lost, all of which were on Jieli's camp. I'm not sure he's still alive or not. ”

When Li Shimin heard that Fang Ce threw ten of them, he immediately shuddered.

Hell if this special thing is still alive, I guess I can't find the finished body.

Whether the minced meat can be distinguished or not is a problem.

"Your Majesty, there is something I must say."

Fang Ce hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Your Majesty had better wait for a rain, after the rain, Your Majesty will go to the other side, so that it will be good for the soldiers." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Li Shimin was a little surprised, and he didn't know what Fang Ce meant by this.

Why is it raining?

"Why?"

"Because the air on the other side is filled with arsenic-containing dust."