Outside the camp of the Northern Expedition, a battle between the Turks directly directed by Fang Zheng was going on, the fighting became more and more intense, within a radius of one mile, there was no emerald green grass, the grass had been stained red with blood, as far as the eye could see, a piece of red light, like rust like bloody gas, in the battlefield of the re-army fighting more and more intense, smelling disgusting, seeing shocking.

Piles of corpses are piled up in every corner of the battlefield. Each Turkic warrior went crazy and raised his scimitar, and then waved it mercilessly, like the scythe of death, harvesting life one by one, other people's, or their own.

The great battle of tens of thousands of troops between the two armies, as Tong Fang Zheng had predicted in advance, would not be so easy to stop once it was launched. The cruel choice of life and death on the battlefield, and the bloody atmosphere that fills all around. All of them stimulated the consciousness and vision of the warriors on both sides, and then inspired the madness and madness buried in the hearts of the people, they were like madmen who did not want to die, screaming and charging on horses, like two for tat blades, colliding with each other again and again, except for the dazzling sparks. There are also incomplete gaps left behind.

The two blades are no longer as sharp as they once were. They consume themselves in infighting.

Mo Si's face was gloomy, and his gaze was as sharp as a falcon. He stared at the black and oppressive battlefield outside the camp, the number of casualties on the battlefield was increasing rapidly, and the lives of each other disappeared in the blink of an eye, war has always been cruel, and the accumulation of blood and bones can achieve the great cause of the big man.

"One more 10,000 people up there!" The silent tone was like ice ballast, and he ordered in a deep voice without a trace of pity.

The command flag waved, within the Chinese army, a commander of ten thousand men drew his scimitar, yo ho monster screamed, and rushed to the center of the battlefield first, followed by him, is the command of 10,000 elite cavalry, they skillfully lined up the formation into an awl shape, the tip of the cone pointed directly to the center of the battlefield, the low and desolate horn whimper, on the edge of the battlefield, as if playing a mourning song when the god of death collected the soul.

The sound of horses' hooves swept like a swift wind, and 10,000 horsemen marched forward bravely, rushing into the battlefield of mixed fighting in the blink of an eye

Bright.

In front of the gate of the big camp, Mo Jianlian looked at the sky anxiously, looking at the fewer and fewer soldiers on the battlefield, and the national teacher, who was used to being experienced and calm, couldn't help but sweat profusely at this time.

"How many warriors do we have left?" Mo Jianlian's voice seemed to tremble a little.

"Master of the National Teacher, our heroic soldiers have died more than 10,000 in battle" The commander beside him respectfully stroked his chest, even if the battle situation was unfavorable, he did not see the slightest fear, in the heart of this inconspicuous commander, the grassland can only be the world of eagles, and the insidious hungry wolf is never worthy of possession. Even if the battle situation is unfavorable, it can't change his loyalty to the Khan and the national teacher, this battle, in addition to survival, is also for the belief of thousands of steppe people!

The warriors under the tent were willing to die for the little khan. But what the national teacher thinks is not so simple, and he has been in a high position for a long time. Pampered, he no longer has the courage to dedicate himself, live, and obtain the greatest benefits, this is the goal that Mo Jianlian pursues.

The wrinkled old face unconsciously **, and Mo Jianlian's tone was already a little panicked: "We've been fighting until now, but it's been half an hour?" ”

The commander looked at the sky and nodded, "It's been half an hour."

"Quick! Let go of the arrows, and Marshal Fang will bring troops to help! Mo Jianlian's eyelids jumped when he said this, and the more he was at this life-and-death juncture, the more he had no confidence in Fang Zheng's promise.

"Whoosh!"

A ringing arrow rushed into the sky with a terrible scream, and then with a "snap", a brilliant firework exploded in the gloomy mid-air.

"One more 10,000 people up there! Before the arrival of Marshal Fang's army, you must keep Mo Si Death out of the camp! Mo Jianlian ordered loudly, a paranoid madness in his eyes.

Fang Zheng, the old man has put his life on you, I hope you will not disappoint the old man, the people of the Chinese Dynasty are educated by Confucianism, even if you are shameless, at this critical juncture, you can't ignore the faith at all, right?

"Kill! Split this group of flowers for Lao Tzu! ”

In the center of the battlefield, Dattata wielded a scimitar and slashed down with a knife, the snow-white sword light ruthlessly swept through the enemy's neck, and in the blood mist gushing like a spring, the enemy covered his neck and screamed twice, and finally fell off his horse.

"Dattata! You hungry wolf! The Khan of Gulu is watching you from heaven, and you will be punished by the true God! "In the midst of the chaos, a commander under the command of Mo Jianlian was furious, and he rode his horse and sword towards Datata, under the refraction of the sun. The sword light reflected a dazzling white light, and the light pointed directly at Dattata's chest.

"Come on!"

Dattata was covered in the blood of the enemy, and even his face was blood-red, he withdrew his scimitar, rode on his horse and smiled, revealing his mouth full of white teeth: "You have the ability to punish me." Who's holding you back? ”

Between the electric light and flint, there was a "bang". The blades of the two generals touched each other fiercely, and after the light of the knife, the two pairs of hateful eyes stared at each other hatefully, and then, Datata's left hand suddenly let go of the reins of the horse, and his backhand was pulled from behind, and in the stunned gaze of the captain, the tip of the other scimitar unexpectedly pierced his stomach, and Datata laughed, and the blade of the scimitar in the stomach of the captain, one wrapped and one horizontal. Then quickly retracted, Captain Wan seemed to have all his strength drained, he opened his stunned eyes, and watched his intestines and internal organs suddenly slip out of the wound, along with blood, flowing all over the entire back of the ** war horse.

"The true God is always on the side of strength!"

Dattata's blood-stained hideous face was infinitely magnified in the eyes of the captain before he died."

"The true God hates unfaithfulness, but hates cowardice even more!"

"Fish!" The sword light swept by, and the head of the captain separated from his body, and rose to the sky, and the blood at the broken neck spurted high.

Retracting his scimitar in his left hand, Dattata mounted on his horse. He spat the ground, and his face became bloodthirsty again.

"Warriors! Use your swords to witness the Khan's eternal deeds! Kill! ”

"Kill"

The vast grasslands seemed to be ignited by Mars. In an instant, countless people rode horses into battle, the two armies separated and approached, and in the collision again and again, countless lives were left forever in this cold and bloody land.

"Khan, it has been found out that our current opponent is not the Hua Dynasty, but the 50,000 remnants of the army under the command of Mo Jianlian!" A centurion panted in front of his horse.

Mo Si's eyelids jumped. Looking at the handsome flag of the Chinese Dynasty flying high above the gate of the big camp, he suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

"It's Mo Jianlian who is fighting with us, where are the hundreds of thousands of Hua Dynasty people?"

No one could answer his question, and no one knew the correct answer to this question except their enemies.

Mo Si's face became more and more gloomy, staring at the two armies in the battlefield who were fighting repeatedly, on the battlefield, the soldiers of the two armies were still fighting hard, whether they were friends or enemies, they had already killed their eyes, countless people died in battle, and countless people waiting on the side of the battlefield quickly made up for it. There is no compromise, no begging" to tattoo a cruel place, everyone has only two lives, death, or life is small

"The Northern Expeditionary Army of the Hua Dynasty is nowhere to be seen, and there must be an ambush among them!" Mo Si turned a blind eye to the tragedy of the battlefield, and shouted coldly: "Order! The whole army retreats north! Send spies, Ran Zhongjun is the center of the circle, and search for a radius of 100 miles! ”

"Marshal, Silent Thorn has fired arrows for help

Fifty miles away from the battlefield, the Northern Expeditionary Army was in full array, the swords and arrows were unsheathed, the bow was tight, and they only waited for the marshal to give an order, and then rushed straight to the camp.

Under the huge "Fang" character handsome, Fang Zheng rode a war horse, standing in the Chinese army, he pursed his lips and said, "I see, I don't need you to remind me." I'm not blind."

One of the lieutenant generals beside him frowned and said tentatively, "Can we reinforce the Silent Thorn Company?" ”

Fang Zheng glanced at him and said, "What's the hurry?" They're not dead yet, so why are we doing that so early? This is a war, and it will kill people! It's not about robbing money and women, and it's not so active

"Huh? But "Isn't the Como Thorn Company our ally?" Marshal, didn't you and Mo Jianlian talk a long time ago, using the sound of arrows as a signal? The adjutant general was puzzled, the military order is like a mountain, didn't the marshal say that in front of Mo Jianlian?

Fang Zheng calmly stretched out the tail finger of his right hand. He gestured towards the deputy general, and under the stunned gaze of the deputy general, Fang Zheng slowly stuffed his tail finger into his ear, and began to pluck his ear with a nonchalant look.

"When did I say I was going to reinforce the Silent Thorn Company? Do you have a problem with your ears? Do you want to follow my example and pluck out your ears? "Ah, it's so comfortable, although this action is a bit hooligan, reminiscent of some kind of immoral sport,"

Yes? The adjutant general was shocked and stammered: "Marshal" you, you "you"

Fang Zheng grinned at him and continued, "I'm me, I'm me, what am I?" You want to say I ran away, right? ”

The adjutant shook his head: "It's not very appropriate,"

"Stealing?"

Only, and not quite relevant.

"Watching the fire from the other side?"

The adjutant general finally nodded hesitantly: "It's a little interesting." ”

Fang Zheng sighed and muttered: "I didn't expect that in this grassland where birds don't lay eggs, Lao Tzu's literary brilliance has been sublimated again, which is really gratifying."

Feng Qiudao and Wen Sen understood Fang Zheng's intention to delay sending reinforcements, the two looked at each other and smiled when they heard this, Feng Qiudao immediately stepped forward, pulled the lieutenant general aside, and began to whisper.

It didn't take long for the adjutant general to suddenly realize "Ah! Oh! Yes? After a series of interjections, Fang Zheng frowned.

"On such a serious occasion, that guy actually made such a ** noise, which is really immoral and greatly affects the morale of our army

Wen Sen smiled beside him, seeing Fang Zheng looking up at the sky, there seemed to be a faint sadness hidden between his eyebrows.

Wen Sen stepped forward and said with a smile: "The marshal doesn't have to worry about the war, when the infighting between the two Turkic cubs is almost over, let's defeat them in one fell swoop, and our Chinese dynasty will win this battle!" ”

nodded, shook his head again, and for a while, Fang Zheng let out a long sigh, with a tone of concern for the country and the people, and said bitterly: "You say, how can such a stunning woman be my mother-in-law?" It's really a rare ethical tragedy in the world,"

"Huh?" Vincent was dumbfounded, the two countries were about to fight a decisive battle, and the commander of the 100,000-strong army was still thinking about his mother-in-law at this time.

Vincent felt that his burning fighting intent was suddenly extinguished by a basin of water, and he was cold from head to toe.

He turned his head to look at Vinson's stunned expression. Fang Zheng looked sad and sighed: "You also think it's a tragedy, right? Alas, "I was not born when you were born, I was old when I was born, and I will pour it for you when I call my mother-in-law"Huh? What a poem! My writing has really sublimated a lot."

"The marshal is really, really" Vinson stammered for a long time, and finally made a very general and vague sycophant: "It's really the world!" ”

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and the faint melancholy between his eyebrows lingered: "But when it comes to injury, it is normal for Wen Si to be like a diabetes insipidus, and Wen Cai is world-famous."

Vincent really couldn't stand it and said cautiously: "Marshal, it's better to wait for the decisive battle, and then you can think about this very complicated ethical issue." All right? ”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng immediately came back to his senses, looked left and right, and said, "Haven't the spies in front reported the news yet?" ”

Wen Sen breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiped a cold sweat, and said: "Just sent back the news, Mo Si and Mo Jian have been fighting for more than half an hour, and the soldiers on both sides are getting more and more red, and the casualties are very large. ”

Fang Zheng frowned: "How big are the casualties?" ”

Vinson said: "It is estimated that the total number of casualties on both sides is about 30,000."

Fang Zheng lowered his head and thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not enough, let them continue to fight, let's still hold our troops and wait until more than half of them are killed or wounded." We will crush them again in one fell swoop, so that our casualties will be much less. ”

"Marshal, what if Mo Jianlian or Mo Si finds out that the situation is not right and leads the army to retreat in advance? Isn't our plan in vain? ”

Fang Zheng smiled quite confidently: "Even if the commanders of both sides order a retreat at this time, I'm afraid it will be too late" Have you ever thought about it, even if everyone in the Turkic soldiers who went into battle to fight can do the order and prohibit. But now that the two sides have a total of more than 100,000 people, how long will it take for the order to move back to be heard by every soldier? Moreover, if the battlefield fights, such as sailing against the current, if you do not advance, you will retreat, if you give the order to retreat first, he will not be afraid of affecting his own morale and boosting the enemy's fighting spirit? The defeat was like a mountain, and by this time they were deeply trapped, and retreating would only make them suffer more losses, and make the enemy chase more heartily, and the Silent Sir and the Silent Thorn Company had been on the battlefield for a long time. Naturally understand this. Truth"

"So, the marshal thinks they won't retreat?" Vinson realized.

"Whoever retreats first will only lose even worse. Besides, the Turks have always had that kind of Erlenzi character. Rather than retreating and being chased by the enemy like a pig, it is better to fight and gamble on the battlefield to win or lose..."

"Our more than 100,000 Chinese Northern Expedition troops are gone. Do they not scruple about it? ”

Fang Zheng sighed and said, "There are scruples, but there won't be too many scruples, in the end." It is a fact that the Turks and the Chinese Dynasty have been fighting for a hundred years, and the Chinese Dynasty's soldiers are not strong, and the Turks have formed an inherent cognition over the past hundred years, so they don't take our hundreds of thousands of people in their eyes at all. Damn it! It's so depressing,"

At this time, only a "whoosh" sound was heard, and the scream of another arrow faintly came from the east.

"Marshal, Mo Jianlian has released another arrow to beg us to help, this is the fifth arrow he has released."

Fang Zheng muttered reluctantly, "Damn." Why doesn't this old guy have a little Turkic backbone? Always begging for help, if you hold on for a while, you'll die? It's so shameless "I'm actually more afraid of death than Lao Tzu, it's simply the scum among the Turks, referred to as sudden defeat"

Vinson's head was full of black lines: "Marshal, do you want to send troops?" ”

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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