Before dawn, people in the Turkic camp had already begun to wake up and walk around the camp, most of them were tribal slaves, and they woke up so early to prepare breakfast for their master's family.

An emaciated slave emerged from the haystack where he had been sheltered last night, walked numbly to the dying of the campfire, and stirred the flame with a few strokes of his stick, hoping to warm his frozen body with the heat of the fire.

Suddenly, he heard a soft sound from outside the camp, as if it was the sound of a bowstring vibrating, and he looked blankly at the place where the sound came from, but unfortunately because of long-term malnutrition, the slave's eyesight was very poor, and he saw nothing.

At this time, the tent behind him opened, and a figure sneaked out, and the slave recognized this person, this man was a good friend of the master, because he was slightly injured, so he did not go out with the khan, but I don't know why he got out of the master's felt tent, and there should only be the master's family in the tent...

The man also saw the slave, and glared at him viciously, but the slave did not dare to look at him any longer, and turned his head and began to add firewood to the campfire.

Looks like the owner's family is about to get up...

"What's that?" The man wanted to leave quickly, but suddenly stood in place, looking out of the camp in surprise.

Boom!

There was another vibrating of the bowstring, this time more than it entered, and the slave could hear it clearly, and the man who had come out of his master's felt tent was nailed to his throat by a feathered arrow, and fell to the ground.

Boom!

There was another bow sound, and the slave fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, his blood flowing with the man's blood, and it looked no different...

Not all pro-soldier groups go as smoothly as the one that shoots slaves and cheaters. There were still many groups that failed to kill each other before the target raised the alarm, and the screams rang out from the edge of the camp, and they grew louder and louder, gradually spreading towards the middle of the camp, and more and more Turks were awakened by the screams.

But this didn't matter anymore, the cavalry who followed behind the soldiers had already stepped on their horses and were speeding towards the camp.

The first to rush into the camp was the left flank led by Pan Xiaohe, after rushing into the camp, the troops began to disperse in teams, and attacked the battalion in depth, the soldiers quietly slashed and killed all the living people in the direction of the assault, and used their spears to pick over the felt tents passing by, although Pan Xiaogu ordered that no fires were allowed, but there were still felt tents burning, most of which were fires caused by the chaos of the Turks, but there were also fires set by the cavalry with itchy hands.

The assault on the left flank has been carried out in silence, and then the right flank and the middle lane also rushed into the camp one after another, especially after the middle route army rushed into the camp, there was an earth-shattering shouting of killing, as if the switch was turned on, and the left wing and the right flank also shouted at the same time.

"Kill~"

At this moment, the Turkic camp was finally completely awakened!

Turkic slaves scurrying like headless flies were seen everywhere in the camp, and they were the first to notice the cavalry rushing into the camp, and these slaves were constantly shouting in Turkic "The enemy is coming!" The enemy is coming! ”

Attracted by the cries of slaves, more people came out of the felt tents in rags, and then ran around with the crowd without even knowing what was going on.

As more and more people ran out of the felt tents, the chaos in the Turkic camp became more and more violent, not that there were no Turkic leaders who wanted to restore order, but such people were either drowned by the arrows that came in, or they were swarmed up and cut into meat sauce.

Those Turkic soldiers who were lucky enough to gather were even more miserable, and the people of Zhichong Mansion specially stared at this kind of people to shoot, especially the masters of the three prefecture guard levels, as soon as they made a move, they would leave a fragmented corpse every time.

Occasionally, when encountering the warriors left behind by the Turks, these people in Zhichong Mansion immediately took their younger brothers up to besiege them, and they would also call for support from ordinary soldiers, and these Turkic warriors were soon aggrieved and beaten to death by the group.

The reserve led by Pan Xiaogu himself, closely following the Chinese army, broke through to the Great Tent of the Khan in the middle of the Turkic camp, where most of the remaining Turkic nobles were concentrated.

A man-high fence was built around the Great Tent of the Khan, and more than 300 Turkic elites were guarding it, and it would take a little effort to break through it.

The one who commanded the attack was Lu Dingbang, as the most outstanding person in the first batch of teaching teams, he didn't want to affect his impression in Pan Xiaogu's heart because of too many casualties among his subordinates, so he was a little too cautious when attacking.

"Lu Dingbang, did you grow up eating!? Why hasn't the horde been breached yet! Pan Xiaogu rushed to the Chinese army, and as soon as he saw Lu Dingbang, he pointed at his nose and scolded!

Because the Great Tent has not yet been breached, the Khan's banner is still fluttering in the morning light, and more and more Turks are converging here.

Lu Dingbang didn't know how to answer, and he also found that the situation was starting to get worse.

"I'll take the reserve to help you block the Turkic reinforcements, and you will be limited to capture the big tent for me within a quarter of an hour, otherwise you will come to see me!"

After Pan Xiaogu finished speaking, he divided the reserve into four teams and launched an assault on the Turks gathered around the big tent, preparing to disperse them.

Lu Dingbang was also ruthless, no longer caring about casualties, and divided his men into four groups and attacked in turn.

The biggest obstacle to the attack was the fence around the big tent, Yang Wenxing once tried to open a gap in the fence with a battle mang, but was blocked by the Turkic warriors inside, and the Turks inside kept shooting arrows at those who approached through the gaps between the fences, making it difficult for the attackers to approach.

Lu Dingbang first ordered people to dismantle a few felt tents, and made several shields from the dismantled felt cloth, which were held by three or four people to approach the fence, followed by a few soldiers with lassoes in their hands, and as soon as they came to the fence, they threw the lasso to the fence.

The other end of these lassoes was tied to their horses, and as soon as they were tied to the fence, the soldiers on the horses tried desperately to pull down the fence with their horsepower.

In order to cover the action of pulling down the fence, Lü Dingbang gathered all the people armed with bows and arrows together to suppress the Turks in the fence.

Fortunately, the fence was finally successfully pulled down, and a hole five or six meters wide was opened!

"The fence has been opened, brothers, come with me!" Lu Dingbang opened the gap, raised his weapon and rushed towards the gap first, and the others followed him in a loud voice.

"Kill!"

There was a fierce collision of people on both sides at the breach, and the attention of all the Turks was focused on this place.

Lu Dingbang smiled.

Yang Wenxing, who secretly put on the coat of an ordinary person, easily broke the fence on the other side of the breakthrough, led people into the big tent, and cut off the flagpole in front of the big tent with a knife.

The Khan's banner, the symbol of the tribe, falls in the first rays of the morning sun.

Flags fall, collapse, camps fall!