"Kill!" The guards behind him also yelled.

"Kill! Kill! The Tang soldiers all followed and shouted, took out the torches they were carrying and lit them and began to fire everywhere, put their knives into their sheaths, took out their crossbow arrows, and set fire everywhere frantically. There is no existence, there are still people in the back with knives, two fire people in a group, this is all discussed and rehearsed many times on the road.

Feng Daiwen immediately rushed to the stable, and the herdsmen guarding the war horses had already been targeted, and they were killed before they could react to what was happening. First, let his men ride on their horses, let the other horses out, take torches and light the tails of the horses, and drive the horses to the depths of the Turkic camp, and if there are no torches, draw their knives and stab them in the back of the horses.

The galloping horses are very scary, like a song that sings, nothing can stop them, their yearning for freedom. Along the way, whether it was a tent or a Turk, they were all flattened by crazy war horses, the Tang soldiers kept burning the tents in the back, and the horses were driven by instinct to perform a 10,000-horse gallop joint camp, and this is not just 10,000 war horses, but at least tens of thousands, many horses who were not frightened just blindly followed the group running.

Feng Daiwen began to charge with the soldiers who had grabbed the war horses, and some Turks ran out of the tent in a panic all the way, and some were not even dressed neatly, and it was death that greeted them when they ran out of the tent.

The Tang soldiers kept the order in mind, and once they started to fight, they didn't dwell too much, but kept preventing fires, and rushed towards the big tent that they observed during the day at the foot of the middle mountain. Along the way, some of the Turks who rushed out of the way greeted them with crossbow arrows if they were far away, and hacked to death if they were close, and kept shouting in Turkic words: "Capture Jieli alive!" ”

The Turks themselves were defenseless, most of them woke up in a dream, only to hear the sound of shouting and killing in all directions, everywhere were war horses galloping, the fire reflected the sky, the Tang soldiers were wearing full-body rattan armor, their faces were covered with hoods, they were extremely terrifying in the firelight, holding a blood-dripping steel knife in their hands, which looked extremely dazzling, and they kept making a loud roaring sound, and the sound came out through the mask and the urn sounded like a hellish devil.

The Turks soon bombed the camp, Jieli Khan was sleeping with a naked little girl in his arms, suddenly woke up from a dream, rushed out of the big tent, and found that the fire outside was soaring, as if it was daylight, and under the firelight, there were Turks who cut down to the ground, and everywhere they were shouting "Capture Jieli alive." I couldn't help but be scared and my legs went limp.

"See the Khan, the Tang Dynasty has been killed." A guard hurried to report.

"How many Datang people are there? How did it come! Jieli asked in a panic as he grabbed the guard and trembled his lips.

"I don't know, Khan, there are people everywhere, what to do?" The guards were sweating profusely.

"The Tang people are here, hurry, gather people quickly, and retreat quickly!" The six gods of Jieli had no master, and they hurriedly shouted after two rounds. Because it was a night attack, there were fires everywhere in the distance, and you couldn't see it if you were a little farther away, and I didn't know how many people came to Datang, of course, you had to save your life first.

Seeing the fire getting closer and closer, Jieli couldn't care so much, so he fled to the moraine with his people, because after passing through the moraine and crossing the sand sea is the Western Turks, many Turkic nobles hurriedly ran after him, for fear of running a step slower, and even taking care of his family wealth, so he ran away on horseback.

Feng Daiwen didn't expect it to be so smooth, and rushed to the foot of the mountain without much effort all the way, there was a clear dividing line between this side and the tent in front, and it was also more luxurious and huge. I split the tent with a knife and rushed in only to find it empty, and the things were not messy, as if the owner was not at home.

Feng Daiwen frowned, and continued to rush to another tent, there was no one either, and he broke into several tents impatiently, looking at the empty room, an ominous premonition emerged, and asked the other soldiers who came out of the tent: "Have you found anyone?" ”

"There are no generals, just a few women generals," the soldiers reported back.

"General, look!" One of the guards suddenly pointed to the side happily.

Feng Daiwen looked at the fingers of the guards, and a big wolf was fluttering in the wind in the dark, it was the golden wolf of Jieli Khan, and he couldn't help but roar excitedly: "Kill!" "Then he took the men and horses and rushed over there.

"Kill!" The guards shouted, leaving the other tents and rushing away.

The strange thing is that this is the center of the camp, and there is no one to stop it, as if it is empty.

Feng Daiwen's bad feeling became stronger and stronger, Jieli's big tent was a huge tent, as wide as a palace, Feng Daiwen rushed into the big tent with people, and there were huge butter candles burning inside, and there was a pair of beautifully made armor hanging on the tent, and there were scimitars, bows and arrows on the side of the armor, obviously the master was in a hurry, and he didn't even bring his beloved weapon.

Seeing that Jieli had obviously run away, Feng Daiwen angrily kicked a stool in front of him, and ordered the guard: "Search for me!" ”

The guards rushed in the back like wolves, and the others quickly dispersed and began to clean up the other tents.

Feng Daiwen walked out of the tent angrily, saw the standing Da Xu, and slashed to the ground with a knife, shouting: "Jieli has escaped, surrender and don't kill." "I really can't help but be angry, Jieli actually fled without a fight, it was dark again, there were escapees everywhere, I really didn't know how to chase, send it to chase, few people were afraid that the dog would jump off the wall in a hurry, and there were many people here and there was no end to the battle,

Seeing that Feng Daiwen was unhappy, the guards around him hurriedly shouted, "Jieli has run away, surrender and don't kill." After a while, the entire camp was filled with earth-shattering shouts.

The Turks themselves bombed the camp, I don't know how many Tang people came, they were fleeing everywhere, this will hear that the khan ran away, he didn't have to die, and he dared to slack off there, and surrendered one after another.

As Feng Daiwen ordered everyone to begin to take care of the captives, they were all taken together, and they were surrounded by horses that were afraid that they would all freeze to death, and many fires were raised in the middle, and the Turks sat next to each other.

The Tang soldiers continued to clean up the camp, after all, there were more than 100,000 people, it was impossible to catch them immediately, the weather was too cold, and the Turks did not think about escaping, and those who wanted to escape were already lying under the crossbow arrows.

"General, these people want to see you." A school captain came with several women and children to report.

Feng Daiwen looked at this elderly woman who was obviously Han Chinese, she should be in her 60s, kind and kind-eyed, although her clothes were simple, it was difficult to hide her extravagance, and she was holding a teenage child in her hand. He opened his mouth and asked Wen Yan: "This old lady, Feng Daiwen, the general of Anxi in the Tang Dynasty, are you Han, right?" What's the matter? ”

Feng Daiwen has always been very polite to his people, especially an old man. However, this old and young should be from the former Sui, and they should pay attention to a little influence, Feng Daiwen muttered to himself.