The Battle of the Black Sands evolved into a tug-of-war because the Turkic army adopted a tight defense in a turtle style. Although Xue Shao had an absolute numerical advantage, he didn't want to pay too many casualties here. So after the sixth day of the battle, he ordered Xue Ne and Tang Xiujing to change their strategy and postpone the attack.

Then, the Tang army surrounded the entire Black Sand Regiment and turned them into turtles in urns.

Ten to surround it, do not attack it to make its own chaos, this tactic is obviously the right way. In the beginning, most of the Turkic soldiers were determined to die, and they stubbornly defended the black sand and delayed time. The repeated onslaughts launched by Xue Ne and Tang Xiujing gave them no time to be afraid.

After an abrupt halt after a heavy attack, the Turkic soldiers finally had a respite, but the internal problems suddenly surfaced and appeared rather deadly.

First of all, they will definitely not have outside help to come to their rescue. This means that unless they defeat the Tang army in front of them, it will be difficult to have any hope of survival. People can sacrifice their lives and forget death with the courage of a moment, but the instinct to survive will never disappear. When the fighting stopped, they felt hopeless and regretful, and their morale plummeted again and again, almost beyond salvage.

Second, they are severely short of food, grass and medicine. The living can starve to death, and the wounded can only bleed and wait to die. Later, their drinking water was also cut off by the Tang army. Even if there were no more battles, their survival would be severely tested.

The last question, and that is the one that frightens them the most. That is, although the Tang army did not launch a large-scale attack again, they used stone-throwing vehicles or giant siege crossbows to throw "big thunder" into their barracks. It's not much, but it's enough to make them scared. Because this thing had brought a devastating blow to the Turkic army in the Battle of Yinchuan and the Battle of Nuozhenshui. There have long been rumors on the grassland that it was the demonic power that Xue Shao borrowed from the "Ancient Demon". Tens of thousands of people could be wiped out overnight.

Death is not terrible. The terrible thing is that I know that I am dead, and I can only wait for death slowly.

The Turkic soldiers trapped in the city of Black Sands are now in such a situation.

Time passed slowly, and it was more than a month in the blink of an eye.

The Turkic army desperately broke through several times, but without exception they were all beaten back by the Tang army. Their once fierce cavalry troops, because of the severe lack of food and drinking water, are now like tigers that have been plucked out of their claws, and can no longer be arrogant.

After another half a month, the Black Sand City, which was trapped by 10,000 or 20,000 Turkic soldiers, was almost about to become a dead city, and it was difficult to see any anger, and it was estimated that even the war horses were about to be eaten by them.

At this time, all the generals came to ask for battle, and wanted to take the black sand in one go.

Xue Shao certainly knew better than them in his heart that it was indeed time to close the net. But who to send to fight? There's a big deal to be paid to this.

Taking the capital of the enemy country and annihilating tens of thousands of enemies is undoubtedly a great achievement. For the sake of a general's life, it is difficult to encounter such a thing. If you can return to the dynasty with such merits, then you can wait for a rapid rise and a bright future. What's more, in such an "extraordinary period" as today, the imperial court ruled by the Empress Dowager Wu urgently needs a good news that can inspire the people. Of course, the protagonist of this good news must be Xue Shao. But which general led the troops to defeat the black sand is also a "political genre" that can be hyped up. With Empress Dowager Wu's usual style of being extremely good at promoting public opinion, she would feel embarrassed if she didn't hype this general who led troops to fight the black sand into a national hero and a contemporary famous general.

As a result, the generals' invitations were quite enthusiastic, and no one wanted to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Xue Shao thought clearly in his heart, he couldn't blame these generals for being "eager for quick success", who wouldn't want to make meritorious contributions to the generals? Wasn't it the same back then?

After thinking for a while, Xue Shao made a decision that surprised all the generals - order, Li Dayu and Sun Wanrong's troops and horses, to launch the final blow against Heisha.

As soon as this order came out, the generals were shocked - why should they give up their good military exploits to the Xi people and the Khitan?

Xue Shao didn't explain much, because his orders were always meant to be executed, not explained.

After Xue Shao's order was issued, the soldiers and horses of the Xi and Khitan immediately launched a deadly raid on the black sofa. The two teams of men and horses had a total of 40,000 horsemen, and the crumbling Black Sand City could not resist it, and it only took them less than three days to almost raze the Black Sand to a flat land.

Li Dayu fought extremely bravely, and personally killed no less than 40 people on the battlefield. Some people who witnessed him fighting came back and said that his fighting style was very similar to that of Shuofang's fierce general Niu Ben. The difference is that Niu Ben uses a mace, and he uses a homemade saber. This guy went to the battlefield, where do you remember what kind of prince he is, it's like a hungry tiger that has just run out of the cage, and he eats no bones when he sees people. When he kills, he will laugh out loud. That laughter, absolutely magical to home.

After the end of the war, Li Dayu also collected the corpses of the enemy and piled up sand and soil to build a Beijing Temple. Others asked him why? He said that the Han people are close to Zhu Zhechi, and I learned from Xue Shuai!

In contrast, Sun Wanrong is much more "Sven". Although he sent more soldiers and horses to participate in the battle, he killed less than half of Li Dayu's people.

After Xue Shao heard about it, he issued another order: let Sun Wanrong execute the beheading punishment of the Turkic captives!

Sun Wanrong had no choice but to follow the order.

At this time, the generals of the Tang Army, who were originally a little puzzled and angry, all understood why Xue Shao did this. In fact, he wanted to create hatred between the Xi and the Khitan and the Turks. Although these two tribes fought this battle with the Tang army, the big tent of hatred of the Black Sand Massacre City will certainly be recorded on Xue Shao's head by the Turks. But the fact that the red knife enters and the white knife comes out of this personal killing cannot be erased. Especially the Khitans who executed their captives after the war, they will definitely be remembered clearly by the Turkic Khanate.

Because the Turks have always admired bravery in battle, if someone is killed on the battlefield, they will think that it is inferior to others. In the old Chinese saying, it is called "selfless enmity on the battlefield". But any other way of dying would be regarded as great hatred by them.

Xue Shao knew the Turks, and at the same time, he also saw that Sun Wanrong was fighting a passive battle with fear. And from the very beginning, he was deliberately hiding his strength. Since Sun Wanrong is not so frank, Xue Shao doesn't mind using a little yang conspiracy to pull a little hatred between the Khitan and the Turks.

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In the grassland, power is the right to speak. Old Yogro had five strong sons, and his cattle and sheep and pasture were the most of any small tribe. But now that he is dead, and only "half" of his five sons remain, no one returns his lost cattle and sheep. When he arrived at the new aquatic grass settlement, his family's share of grassland was also the smallest and worst, a barren beach that almost no one wanted.

The old widow also fell ill, and a long migration of a month or two was a disaster for her. What's more, she has just lost her son and husband. The only fortunate thing is that Moneba, who was almost buried, is miraculously restored to health, as if he had been favored by the god of the steppe. He began to prop up the family.

In the early morning, Moneba rode his horse and lifted the noose with a knife on his shoulder, and drove the few cattle and sheep out of the sheepfold to graze. At this time, he saw several fast horses running quickly from south to north not far ahead.

"Wolf Rider Scout!" His eyebrows sank slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the scimitar at his waist.

The cattle and sheep around him felt the murderous aura on his body, and began to run around in panic.

The horses ran away at a rapid pace, showing no signs of stopping. As he calmed down, he began to gather his cattle and sheep, and drove them to a small stream.

While the cattle and sheep were gnawing on the grass on the riverbank, Moneba buried his face in the stream and scrubbed desperately to wash away the dirt and dirt on his face.

Then, he looked at the face reflected in the river in a daze.

This is a typical face that only a man from the Xue family in Hedong can have. Many women will fall in love with this face at a glance, even if they live to be fifty years old, this face will look very young, just like the world-famous Tang God of War, Xue Rengui.

"Father......" he called softly, his eyebrows furrowed, "I am your son Xue Chuyu, I am not a Turk!" ”

He pulled out the meat-cutting dagger from his boots, trying to cut off the ugly little Turkic braids. At this time, a weak call came from behind him, "Moneba, Moneba, is the meal ready?" I'm so hungry! ”

Without hesitation, he put away his dagger and strode over to the dilapidated tent. For a general who had practiced in the Jiangwu Hall and had been in the frontier for many years, understanding Turkic was the most basic skill. Xue Shao and Guo Yuanzhen were even able to speak Turkic like authentic steppe people, which once made him a little ashamed of himself.

If it weren't for the experience of "blowing up the corpse" that day, the first thing Xue Chuyu would do after waking up would definitely be to climb to the south and find Xue Shao and his own jumping army. At that time, my consciousness was very confused, but I remembered what these Turks said very clearly. This reminded him of something too, in the battle in the south of the Yin Mountain, he fought to the point of exhaustion, and was forced into a forest by a group of enemies. There, he did his best to kill this group of formidable enemies. Five of them wore the same costumes and used the same knives, and even the portraits and hair accessories were very similar.

It must have been five brothers in the family. The military organization of the Turks is a typical "father and son soldier who goes into battle", and they have always organized their ranks according to family, kinship, and tribe.

After killing these enemies, Xue Chuyu remembered that he was not lightly injured, and even his war horse was killed. Then he climbed on one of the enemy's horses and continued to fight until he lost consciousness. It took him a long time to wake up, and it felt like he had been fighting in Shuozhou until he was exhausted and fell into suspended animation, until his father came to save him.

But when he woke up, Xue Chuyu found that there were a lot of stones pressed on his body, and there were people around him who kept piling stones on him. Xue Chuyu saw that person clearly, he had a small braid that only Turks would have. Almost instinctively, Xue Chuyu grabbed the person's throat with a snap. Then, I fainted again.

When he woke up again, it was the scene of the "exploding corpse" on the migration that day.

A moment later, Xue Chuyu carried a bowl of porridge made of minced mutton and corn, entered the tent, and sat down in front of Yogro's old widow.

"It smells so good, Moneba! Can you feed me? The old woman got up tremblingly, and the smile on her face was like an autumn chrysanthemum.

Xue Chuyu nodded, scooped up a little gruel with a spoon made of mutton bones, blew it, and handed it forward.

The old woman slowly licked and ate the spoonful of gruel, and then lay down again, "I'm full, you can eat!" ”

Xue Chuyu opened his mouth, but he didn't speak. He really wanted to tell her, I am not your son Mengeba, I am Xue Chuyu, the general of the Tang Dynasty. Not only did I kill your five sons, but I also strangled your husband......

However, in front of her, the poor old woman who was terminally ill and delirious because of overwork and sadness. Xue Chuyu tried many times, but he couldn't say these words.