[Ding, kill the enemy general Iron Slave, the combat power is 75, and it can be decomposed into 8 soldiers. 】

Ignoring the system prompt, Yang Shuang threw the remaining half of the iron rod at Luo Hu after using up the 'Tianxiang Life'.

Then, when the opponent was struggling to parry, he lifted the rear compartment door panel with his left hand, and pulled out the horizontal knife at his waist with his right hand.

"Bang Bang ·····"

Knock the shield three times, Storm Tiger Feng He!

In a life-and-death battle, you must not leave the enemy time to react, and you are still a strong enemy who knows your routine!

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

The scenery on both sides quickly retreated in his eyes, and Yang Shuang swung his sword against the shield, crashing into dozens of enemy soldiers in a straight line, and directly hitting the neck of someone sitting on the throne.

"Slash!"

"Master, let's go!!" Seeing that the horizontal knife was about to hit accurately, a strong man wielding a meteor hammer suddenly flew in, just enough to block the fatal blow.

Yang Shuang's posture did not change, swinging his shield and slamming his sword.

"Bang······ Hmmm·····"

The rain of blood drifted, and people's heads rolled down.

[Ding, kill the enemy general slave, combat power is 86, can be decomposed into 9 parts of the soul of the soldier.] 】

Kill the substitute ghost, Yang Shuang's action still hasn't stopped.

Swinging the door of the carriage, he waved off more than a dozen besieging guards, and sent the blood-stained horizontal knife into Rahu's chest.

All the hole cards are used up, if you can't kill this thing, Yang Shuang really has to wonder who is the protagonist!

"Poof······

In Luo Hu's incredulous gaze, Yang Shuang drew his knife and swung his knife, his toes were light, and the head of the dead man crossed a graceful arc, hanging on the top of the crooked Turkic flag.

"When the Lord is dead, you will not be captured, let alone when you will ?!!!"

The heroic and hoarse voice echoed over the battlefield, attracting almost everyone's attention.

Being watched by thousands of enemies, Yang Shuang was not timid, swayed the blood flag, and lifted Luo Hu's corpse.

"Look who this !!"

A hundred years ago, the Turks were a race, and they survived as wrought iron slaves.

And now, the Turks are countries, Turkic khanates, across Europe and Asia, the uncrowned kings of the world!

It contains many ethnic groups, such as the Rouran, the Northern Regions - Tiele, the Yenisei River - Chegu, the Middle East - Khorezm, the East Pole - Murwei, Tatars, Khitans, Barbarians and so on, and even the Slavs, Ava people, and Magyars of Western Europe.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. And where there is a country, no matter what kind of society, there must be classes.

The son of the Ashina clan, as a member of the royal family, was named the Khan's servant.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, they were the best in terms of status, treatment, weapons and equipment, and were known as "guards of the guards"!

This is the elite and the master of the country, but the number is scarce, and after the founding of the country, there is no longer a crusade in the east and west.

So the point is, which type of Turkic army is the main body among the Turkic armies that can fight well?

Control the strings, expand the caravan!

Most of the men in control of the strings came from the Turkic subordinate tribes, and the army was composed of families.

Often in a team of 100 people, all of them are related to each other, and the big war is together, the grandfathers and grandchildren take turns, and if they don't die, they all die on the same enemy, and the combat effectiveness is considerable.

There are as many as 400,000 string controllers, and if they are urgently recruited, they may be able to break one million.

And Tuo, also known as ochre, means Hu people.

This Hu people, not the later generations of the northern barbarians collectively named, but refers to Central Asia 'Zhaowu nine surnames', Zhaowu nine surnames were originally Yue's people, the former residence of Qilian Mountain North Zhaowu City (now Linze, Gansu), because of the Xiongnu broken, west over the green mountains, occupy the Western Regions, with Zhaowu as the surname (compound surname). The inhabitants are mainly engaged in agriculture and also in animal husbandry. There are nine surnames such as Kang, An, Cao, Shi, Mi, Shi, He, Mu, etc., so they are called Zhaowu nine surnames.

There are two very famous Tang traitors in the future, who are their descendants, An Lushan and Shi Siming.

The Turks flourished, the Hu people became slaves, and under the whipping of various high-pressure policies, they became brutal and capricious by nature.

The number of Zhaowu nine surnames is small, but there is frequent contact with Western culture, and there are countless white slaves and servants.

They were not the main force of the Turks against the Central Plains, but the executioners who fought with the Persian Sassanid and Byzantine Empires for territory.

Yang Shuang is lucky, as a 'royal disciple' and a Turkic general, the five thousand parts under the command of Rahu only have a hundred guards, and the rest are all Tuojin!

But what made him depressed was that when these Tuoli saw that the Lord was about to die, they did not kneel and beg to surrender, but accelerated their pace again and ran towards Dunhuang City with a puff of smoke.

"Kill !!"

"Bang Bang ······"

The door panel of the carriage couldn't withstand the repeated waving, turning into countless fragments scattered around, Yang Shuang casually picked up the Rahu iron spear, but noticed that on the weapon rack behind the throne, there was an extremely familiar war knife!

This is ······ His own sword of fusing souls!

Swinging his fist to repel the rushing guards, Yang Shuang crossed the throne a few times, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, and the feeling of being one suddenly came to his heart.

No matter how good the iron rod is, it is not as good as this broken knife!

"Haha, kill !!"

The joy of losing and regaining made Yang Shuang inexplicably excited, and he used eight swords again and again, without a heavy shield to drag him down, and his body was as fast as a ghost.

That's what I said.

Hazah ····· Face the wind!

Death is like the wind, always with me·····

The road is long, and only the knife is the companion·····

Kill someone who is addicted, and he doesn't even notice the Yumen Pass defenders rushing from the west.

The bearded guest saw the familiar figure in the distance, stopped in astonishment, and shouted loudly in surprise: "Big brother! ”

was about to step forward to reunite, but was pulled by Ding Yanping's clothes, "Look, isn't that the eight swords that have been passed on to us!" ”

The essence of the Eight Blades is indeed a wide opening and closing, but the object it is aimed at a swift bayonet!

Except for the sword master, almost no one knows that most of the classic knife techniques it absorbs are "waist knives", such as Qi family knives, Miao knives and so on.

During the anti-Japanese period, life was hard, and the strength of the soldiers was far less than that of the devil, so they could only fight with their lives with heavy knives, to put it bluntly, if you stab me to death, I will kill you with a knife, and I can't stop it if I want to!

However, Yang Shuang's strength is infinite, coupled with the effect of the soul, the hundred-pound war knife is held in his hand, like a light toy.

"Puff ·····"

Horse steps, lunges, chopping.

Jump, flash, stab.

Wrong step, grinding step, horizontal cutting.

Swimming dragons, walking tigers, and stabbing in a row.

The figure turned, Yang Shuang was like a whirlwind, regardless of the guards who killed him, or Tuo Qian, who turned his head and ran wildly, everyone within three meters was killed.

In the rear, after the shield array company and battalion disappeared, the recruits who had suffered casualties saw Guan Cheng so bullish, and their morale exploded again.

"Kill !!"

The army formation of two hundred people, with shields and shields connected and horizontal knives evenly distributed, moved like a giant hedgehog on a rampage.

"Follow me on !!"

The bearded guest seemed to have an understanding, staring at Yang Shuang's figure, forgetting for a while that he was still the main general of Yumen Pass.

Ding Yanping, who was beside him, hurriedly grabbed the flag, inserted it in the empty bag on the side of the horse's buttocks, waved the leather whip lightly, and went up with the gun.

If the chaotic battlefield is compared to a lake, the defenders of Yumen and the recruits of Yangguan are like two sea monsters, with countless ripples, gradually getting closer together.