Immediately after, the arrow feather came out of the mystery.

At this moment, the pole flag turned out to be the last to come.

"Puff"

Batu still maintained a bowed posture, staring blankly at the flagpole passing through his chest, the huge force nailed him to the ground, knelt on the ground, bent into a strange arc, and in his eyes, his hopeful arrow feathers had been tightly grasped by the other party.

"Okay~It's a pity~"

Blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, and the flagpole finally couldn't support Batu's body, allowing him to slide down slowly, blood was permeated, dripping on the snow, but like a summer flower, it was beautiful.

The moment he fell to the ground, what Batu thought in his heart was that the arrow was a pity.

In the dark night, Li Chengqian looked at the wolf tooth arrow in his hand and was slightly stunned.

As soon as both hands were forced, the wolf's tooth arrow was broken, and the broken arrow was placed on the ground, looking at the burning Guizi City with hatred, the corners of his eyes twisted, and he said hatefully, "I really can't keep it~"

Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard this, Tu Li's eyes flashed, and they were about to say something, but they were stopped by Niu Jinda on the side, and there was a buzzing sound in everyone's ears, and their breathing slowed down, for fear that Li Chengqian would make something that should not be done under his anger.

"Tell the sergeant to prepare for the slaughter~"

Li Chengqian's eyes were tightly twisted, and he finally swallowed the stuffy breath in his chest, sighed, and said after a while: "Let's fight quickly~ Go back and find the body of Ye Hu and transport it back to Chang'an." ”

Saying that, he got off the high platform, leaving a lot of people on the high platform, all of them broke out in a cold sweat, they all knew in their hearts what kind of anger Li Chengqian had in his heart at that moment, the city was about to be destroyed, and those people still wanted to assassinate, these people had hated Li Chengqian to the bones.

War has always been like this, fighting to the death, not afraid of death, such a thing is understandable, but in a situation of inevitable defeat, still stubbornly resisting, but it will only provoke the enemy's stronger anger.

At that moment, what Li Chengqian wanted to do most was to destroy this nation, break their backbone, make them unable to stand up again for the rest of their lives, and make them afraid when they saw the Tang people, but this is the way to do it......

A city of three or four hundred thousand people, if it is really ruthlessly slaughtered, it will be boundless killing karma, and no matter how great the credit is, it will not be worth the infamy of the ages.

When everyone saw Li Chengqian straddle his horse and walk towards the battlefield, a trace of happiness flashed in their eyes.

It is really gratifying to rein in the precipice.

With a loud rumbling sound, the charging cavalry slapped together like a wave, and the first one, but more than a hundred horsemen, carried the greatest impulse. The long weapons clashed together, and in the wind and snow, sparks were raised.

"Wow-" The cavalry of the Tiele tribe took the lead, slashing at the knights in front of them, most of whom were wearing rag cloaks and were not the fastest runners.

The fierce sword light with a huge sound of "thunderclap-", the power of the shock struck, although the cavalry of the Western Turks was blocked, but they were also slashed by a knife, and the white sheepskin jacket was instantly torn by the blade, and the two sides staggered, and the blood with the broken limbs continued to stain the blood on the ground, and then froze into bright red waves.

In the first round of confrontation on the battlefield, the fierce chopping sound sounded wildly, the war horses fell, the figures fell, and under the huge momentum, there were also war horses in iron armor staggered to the ground, countless viscous, warm plasma. Rushing in the snow.

More people and horses collided in the wind and snow......

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The bloodline spread forward, and as the morning approached, the distant horizon gradually became a glimmer of light, and the traces of the fierce battle stretched all the way through the city, and then slowly pushed through.

The corpses of the Turks, the corpses of the Tang people, the corpses of the war horses, either lying down, lying on their stomachs, or leaning together, the corpses have been frozen and stiff, and the blood has congealed under the body.

The cold wind blew, and in the distance, a group of cavalry in red armor slowly walked by.

There are more than 100 people, all covered in red armor, and the close-fitting red clothes look like blood, which is particularly eye-catching in this ice and snow world.

The leading young man is the coach of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chengqian

At this moment, more than a hundred people looked at most of the city that had fallen into their hands, and slowly marched.

In the wind and snow, the distant horizon appeared a faint yellow, and the thin sunlight shone through the cracked city and unhindered the streets,......

Then the whole Qiuzi City was silent, only sporadic shouts and constant wails on the ground, and the crying sound of covering the courtyard gradually came.

Simon Yijing! The East Gate is quiet! The South Gate is quiet! The scattered Turkic generals have already begun to cry and surrender.

If they resisted stubbornly, the Tang army also began to surround them in the corner, and then shoot them with arrows.

Li Chengqian got off his horse and walked slowly on the streets of the city, the sunlight behind cast the shadow far away, reflecting on the red and white earth, which looked extremely beautiful, and occasionally there was some smoke and dust in the city, which was taken over by the Turkic soldiers who were guarding the courtyard and were burned to death.

Ahead, countless running figures.

Walking on the street, the guards behind him surrounded him, the first time he saw such a tragic scene, it seemed that something touched the softest place in his heart, war, it was already cruel, but why did he still feel a little heroic with this kind of awareness.

"Kill! Kill! ——”

The two groups of people were fighting together not far in front of him, and a tall and rugged man from the Western Regions with two knives in his hand roared wildly, leading several companions to kill the soldiers who rushed over.

Bloodsplatter.

Several Mo swordsmen of Datang swung their knives suddenly, the huge impact and the sharp long knives, with just one knife, they split the tall Western Regions man in half, and the wound spread from his shoulder to the waist on the other side, and blood mixed with internal organs flowed to the ground in an instant......

On the city wall in the distance, the Turkic battle flag has been replaced by the Tang flag, and the Tang flag has also been erected in various places in the city

Western regions...... Finally quiet......

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"Qiuzi City, it's still lost after all~"

The girl's hand suddenly hung in the air, the bonfire was burning in the yurt, and the yellow lake light reflected the woman's side face, looking at the young man in front of her, speechless for a long time.

I looked up slightly at the skylight on the yurt, and the stars outside were as beautiful as usual, and then I took a breath.

She is sixteen years old this year, although she is a daughter, but under the teaching of her father, she has great authority in the middle of the Yehu clan, and the woman also has enough majesty and murderous aura, but now, there is only this desolation and helplessness.

"The Tang people are really ruthless, the tribe with more than 300,000 soldiers fell apart in the blink of an eye, Zhuoya, and now the tribe ...... It's all up to you to pull. ”

"Lose your ......" made Zhuo Ya open his mouth slightly, he was his father's most trusted, and he was also the most decisive general of the Turks, this brave and resolute man, he played a great role in his father's ascension to the throne and the integration of the tribes, but this person's ambition was as big as his father back then.

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