The Xiongnu were not Turkic ancestors, on the contrary, the two still had countless hatreds.

Hundreds of years ago, the Turks were defeated by Rouran and divided into two parts, the north and the south.

At that time, the Turks, as iron slaves, played a self-evident role in the war.

Later, the Southern Xiongnu attached themselves to the Han Dynasty and were placed in the Hetao area by Cao Cao at the end of the Han Dynasty.

During the rebellion of the Eight Kings of the Western Jin Dynasty, Liu Yuan, a Hun man, raised troops in Lishi, called the king and called the emperor, and occupied most of the northern part of China.

Wuhu Chaohua is the home of the Xiongnu, according to the Han regime in the south, to the Rouran tribe in the north, in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, reached its peak, until Yang Jian established the Great Sui, the Southern Xiongnu disappeared.

For the Turks, the sinicized Southern Xiongnu is not terrible, what is terrible is that they lost to the Rouran Northern Xiongnu!

At the beginning, their Turks invaded Wusun, but they wiped out two-thirds of the Northern Xiongnu tribes!

According to the information obtained after the war, only a small Xiongnu tribe fled east to the Liaodong Peninsula and merged into the Yuwen Xianbei tribe of Goguryeo.

No one would have thought that there would be such a large group of people living in the West.

"Withdraw the troops, the sooner the better!" Awa's eyes were firm.

The news of the discord between the eastern and western Turks is known to the whole world, and if the Northern Xiongnu unite with the Eastern Turks, they will be in a catastrophe.

Hearing this, the Great Shaman placed a few bone teeth on the map, "Withdrawal is inevitable, but we need to weaken the strength of the Eastern Sand Bowl Strategy!" ”

Apo nodded and said with a sneer: "Order, tell the Great Khan, just say that our western army will launch a general attack on Weiwu City in ten days!" At that time, wave the army to the south, and the Guanlong region will be in our hands, if his eastern army still wants to gain something, then speed up the offensive against the Central Plains Dynasty! ”

"In addition, inform Mondo that speed leads the army to withdraw to Jinshan!" (Golden Mountain: Altai Mountains)

"At the same time, tell the Sui envoy that we have implemented the plan he proposed, and it is up to the Sui people to recover the Hetao region or not!"

By the time the military orders were conveyed, there were not many generals left in the military tent, but these were all Apo's henchmen, including the great shaman!

"Great Khan, leaving Tushiye in Dunhuang, whether that group of people is under the command of King Shanshan, or the Sui army, or horse thieves, it is a hidden danger for us after all!" The Black Tiger Master's eyes burned.

After that, the owner of the Sweaty Horse King nodded deeply.

Apo nodded, looking at the Great Shaman.

"Don't worry, Great Khan, leave this matter to us!"

Not long after, dozens of strong people left for Dunhuang.

At the same time, a falcon soared with its wings outstretched, and after a hissing sound, disappeared into the southeast-facing sky.

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On the battlefield of Dunhuang.

The strange cow wearing heavy battle armor and carrying Yang Shuang and the wolf-headed giant shield was not a divine object after all, and when the brute force disappeared, the speed slowed down.

Yang Shuang saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned over and jumped down, slapped the shield and flicked the knife, clearing out the boss of a vacant space.

was about to call the strange cow to come back and kill him out of the barracks, but he never thought that this guy broke out again!

"Moo·····"

Same routine, different speed!

"Wo Cao! Wait for me!!! ”

In Yang Shuang's stunned, the strange cow knocked more than a dozen people away, and rushed towards Dunhuang City with a muffled roar with blood on his head.

This girl even knows the way!

didn't care about complaining, Yang Shuang chased after him, but was forced to retreat by the influx of people.

"Bang..."

waved his shield to kill several people in front of him, and then tried to chase after him, but there was no trace of the strange cow in his field of vision.

Hemp eggs!

Looking around, Yang Shuang screamed bitterly, spit out the blood that burst into his mouth, put the wolf's head and heavy shield behind his back, swung his knife and slashed, swinging away more than a dozen spearheads pointing to his chest, and before he could hack people to death, there were countless long handles swept towards his thighs.

Block, block, block!

Fortunately, although there are many Turks, few can rely on them.

Relying on the heavy shield to protect his back, Yang Shuang kept blocking, his feet moved, and he gradually walked out of the barracks.

The noise filled the ears, and the shouts of killing went straight to the blue sky, and the killing seemed to be endless.

"Kill !!"

I don't know what the road ahead is, Yang Shuang can only shout loudly, rush a few steps, force the Turkic soldiers out of the battle circle, tear off the battle robes on their bodies, tear a piece of linen, and tie the war knife in his hand.

In the parts that were not completely covered by the armor, the muscles of the green tendons were twisted and coiled, tightly twisted together, and when the spear approached again, the thick arms comparable to ordinary people's thighs suddenly poked out.

Close, clench, force, and lift!

Caught off guard, five or six Turkic soldiers were thrown into the sky, and before they fell, their swords roared like lightning.

"Puff Puff ······"

Blood is like a torrential rain, minced flesh is like hail, in countless frightened eyes, Yang Shuang brought a soldier in a daze, his wrist trembled, clicked, and his neck was deformed.

"Come on, come on, come on, !!"

Desperate, madness. Kill, madness!

Surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, Yang Shuang has no idea of getting out alive, in his heart, the only thing left now is to kill!

The crimson war knife slashed horizontally and vertically, and the left hand was constantly tugging, and in a short time, twenty or thirty corpses were already lying on the ground.

However, the periphery soldiers were still gathering, and even the army besieging the east, west, and north of Dunhuang and the three city gates was also moving to the south gate.

Enemies, more and more!

And Yang Shuang is even more enjoyable.

The blood-filled man was not dead, and he wanted to sing a song or chant a famous poem or two at this time.

For example, Yue Fei's Man Jianghong, Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, and laughs and talks about thirsty Hun blood.

For example, Li Qingzhao's quatrain is like a summer, born as a hero, and died as a ghost.

Another example is Zhang Zongchang's song of the wind, the cannon bombarded his mother, and Weijia returned to his hometown. Several heroes are Yang Shuang, and the giant whale swallows Fusang.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any literary brilliance and can't express the heroism in his heart.

Picking up the spear, he moved his footsteps, dodging the attacks below, slamming shoulder, shoulder-to-shoulder, shoulder-to-shoulder against the crowd and advancing a few steps, slashing, chopping, and slashing with his sword, and several more corpses appeared on the ground again.

Killing, it's that simple and brutal!

Indiscriminately wiping away the blood that was blindfolded, Yang Shuang untied the wolf's head giant shield, took off the heavy armor, and suddenly felt much more relaxed.

At the beginning, he wanted to do this, but unfortunately, in the military camp in his previous life, he did not learn the experience of cold weapon melee.

Moreover, not to mention one person against 10,000 people, even if it is a hundred, in the previous life, it is estimated that they either relied on the terrain to escape, or relied on the terrain to delay.

And now, it's hard work!

"Dead !!"

Yang Shuang suddenly burst up, his body jumped over the spear, and pounced on a general on horseback, his hand raised his sword, and the headless corpse instantly rolled off the horse's back.

He had been eyeing this person for a long time, but the battle shield that protected his back was not only heavy, but also very large.

Now that the restraints are untied, my body is suddenly much more flexible.

The corner of his eye swept over the crowd, Yang Shuang stepped on the horse's back and climbed over again, and easily took off the light shield on the side of the saddle, blocked in front of him when the dense spear stabbed, relying on the impact to twist his body, and the sword slashed down with the falling momentum.

The Turkic generals who noticed that it was not good hurriedly raised their guns to block, but unfortunately, the hundred-pound war knife, although it was slightly curled, was still very heavy.

"Click......

The wooden barrel of the gun was split in an instant, and the blade was unstoppable, continuing downward, imprinted on the head of the Turkic general.