"Charge, kill all the shameful traitors!" The ambitious Ashina Moroya brandished a scimitar and shouted, "Kill! Kill all these traitors! Victory belongs to our invincible Ural warriors! The treasure and the woman are ours. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Woo, woo, woo, woo!

Behind him, the 40,000 Ural cavalrymen were all dressed in leather armor, with pigtails on their hands, and shaved bald heads on their heads, looking fierce. Riding on tall horses, they raised their weapons in response and screamed, and rushed towards the Turks in front with great vigour.

The dust kicked up was so heavy that it was impossible to see the road ahead.

Ashina Moruya is young, youth is capital, he has no lack of determination to die, but youth also means a lack of battlefield experience, experience, and adaptability.

Ashina Moroya, who had long been blinded by wealth and victory, had already made Ashina Moroya, who had become arrogant from the last complete victory, not knowing what kind of army the army two miles away was, how terrible it was.

"Kill them all, just a bunch of cowards who have fledgled from the trust of their accomplices!"

It's close, like the slow motion in the movie of the two armies, approaching "slowly" with overwhelming momentum.

Closer, each other saw each other clearly.

Ashina Meroya had some surprises, because the soldiers of the Turki tribe did not collapse as he imagined, but instead took the initiative to attack like moths to a fire.

So what?

Ashina Meroya mercilessly defied the turian army and raised herself.

In that arrogant heart, he really looked down on the remnants of the Tuli tribe very much.

In his mind, the turli army who failed in the decisive battle was just a group of cowards and losers who had wasted the trust of their comrades and fled the battlefield without permission.

Although they have a "shameless" style, they also look down on other "shameless" people in their hearts.

Ashina Moruya's voice was very loud, and this loud roar was heard by many people on both sides of the enemy.

The grassland people have the pride of the grassland people, and riding and archery is their proudest and proudest stunt.

The "unashamed" Turki army was already desperate, and at this moment, listening to Ashina Moroya's insults, it was rare to be ashamed.

Ashina Moruya's words were not easy to slap their faces on the ground, and they stepped on their feet fiercely, which was unbearable.

Even if the Turkic soldiers had faces as thick as city walls, they couldn't stand such a humiliation.

"Scold, keep scolding." Tuli saw that the morale of his army was a little stronger, and he laughed happily in his heart, Tuli had many shortcomings, but compared to the fledgling Ashina Moruya, he was undoubtedly more knowledgeable. At this moment, he even wanted to say even more ugly words on behalf of Ashina Moroya, and he couldn't wait to kiss him a few times on the face to show his gratitude.

"Just say this, I will bury you well." A cold light flashed in Tu Li's cold eyes and said loudly: "They are all grassland children, the grandson of the wolf god, but today it is so insulting." Whatever the reason, going out is a big shame. If we don't get this face back, what face do we have to survive on the grassland. Kill me. ”

Ashina, the younger brother of the Turkic royal family and the Turkic family, stiffened his neck and shouted: "What the Khan said is right, my Turkic descendants must not disgrace our ancestors. We are wolves, not sheep. This shame can only be washed away with the blood of Ashina Meroya. We must not stop there and make fun of the world. ”

Ashina association rate is the son of the Turkic royal family Shibi Khan, and the Turkic Khan's position was originally succeeded by the son of Shibi Khan, but Jieli bullied the Turki and Ashina association rates at that time were not yet minors and stole the Khan's throne. For Jieli, Ashina's association rate is like that of Tuli, who is disgruntled and full of rebellion. But as a Turkic royal family, Ashina is proud of its Turkic blood and is full of personal nationalism. When Shibi Khan was in power, hundreds of thousands of Turkic cavalry went south to Yanmen Pass, and Emperor Yang Guang of Sui was trapped in it. In the face of the powerful Turks, there is nothing to do.

The young Ashina Association rate boasted to the world: "My father Khan's army is like a wolf, and his enemies are like sheep." "Directly regard the Sui Dynasty as a lamb to be slaughtered and waiting to die.

This idea is still present in Ashina's idea of association rate, and he believes that his father's descendants should have the same demeanor as he did at that time.

"Kill!"

The 50,000 sergeants raised their weapons high and shouted loudly, the passionate shouts were like echoes in the mountains, wave after wave, stirring every corner of the four fields, the buzzing sound waves seemed to overturn the sky, with blood, with a strong will, the sharp soldiers raised their blades to crush the incoming enemy.

"Bear the wrath of the royal family!"

A smug smile appeared on his face. Everywhere he looked, the cavalrymen of both sides were holding short bows in their hands, and they rushed towards each other with the force of thunder.

The majesty of the charge of the 90,000 Turkic cavalry was truly amazing, and the ground under his feet was shaking, and the speed was also eye-catching, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front......

When the two sides were more than two hundred paces apart, they all bent their bows and waited for arrows.

Because there is no point of focus in cavalry archery, most of the bows and arrows used are short bows, and the most lethal range is within 80 paces, but the two armies are fighting, and people are swarming in one place, as long as they are facing the direction without aiming, they can also hurt people...... It is possible to deal damage to the enemy as long as it comes within range of an arrow.

Especially the arrow feathers brought by the salvo of ten thousand bows......

The effective range of the Turkic cavalry was up to one hundred and fifty paces......

Just when the two hundred steps were about to enter the range of one hundred and fifty steps, the enemy and us shot the arrows in their hands in unison.

The crossbow arrows in the sky came more and more into the air, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and the captain was magnificent.

At this time, the distance between the two armies was still less than 200 paces, and even if the two sides reacted too quickly, it would take a lot of time to turn from dense to evacuated formation, and it would be impossible to avoid it. Moreover, the formation is dense, and if you avoid it, you will only let your comrades die from behind.

There is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it. The only way to do this is to move forward.

In an instant, the soul-chasing crossbow arrows pierced through people and horses, often piercing three or four people with one arrow, and the Turkic cavalry neighed sadly, and the formation was suddenly chaotic.

The steppe is endless, the most suitable for cavalry galloping, only one round of cavalry shooting, and the two sides have fallen into a white-knuckle battle. The two cavalry corps collided violently.

The 90,000 soldiers on both sides rushed towards each other in a messy formation, howling.

At the moment of impact, the horses neighed, the weapons were broken, and the sound of flesh and blood breaking resounded throughout the wilderness, drowning out all the sounds of heaven and earth.

Immediately after, streams of blood sprayed into the sky, forming a blood mist that covered the sky in a blink of an eye.

From a high place, the two sides seem to be two waves, and they collide with each other with a momentum that does not give in to each other, blooming beautiful and bewitching roses.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

It was also at this time that there was a difference in the quality of the soldiers on both sides.

One side is desperate, and the other side is for money.

The desperate person has no worries, only the enemy in his eyes, and the only belief is to kill the enemy in front of him; And the party seeking wealth did not have the heart of death, and faced a pair of scorching crazy eyes, and the momentum was suddenly frustrated.

It would be a waste if the Turki army, which had equal personal strength and superior numbers, momentum, and will, could not win again. In a collision of blood and fire, the goddess of victory has already favored the Turks.

"Victory!" Tuli breathed a sigh of relief in his heart,

In contrast to Tuli's relaxed attitude, Ashina Moroya watched the brave and warlike clansmen let the slender crossbow arrows shoot through and kill, and watched them die tragically under the blades of the Tuli army, and her heart couldn't stop dripping blood, and she couldn't help but roar loudly: "Rush, press me up......" At this distance, this kind of crisscrossing of the two armies, it is difficult for the cavalry to turn around, let alone retreat in a short time, and the more they retreat, the more chaotic it will be.

Ashina Meroya panicked and did not panic, he saw through this, and rushed to the front to fight hand-to-hand with the Turks despite the losses, only in this way could he survive, once he dispersed, he would only shoot the Turks like hunting and shoot them one by one like prey.

Completely caught in an unfavorable situation, as soon as the battle was made, let the victorious suffer a big loss, and lost nearly 2,000 people, all kinds of circumstances instead aroused the blood of the Turkic soldiers, he flashed the loss is not that they are weak, but that the Ural tribes from top to bottom have a high mentality, contempt for the embarrassment of fleeing, do not hesitate to defect to the enemy's behavior, their arrogant mentality, do not suffer a loss to have a ghost. But after all, they came with a narrow victory, and when they saw that the "loser" who fled ruthlessly dared to resist, they were also angry in their hearts. One by one, they roared and screamed, and they were killed together with the enemy, and they were killed in one place with the Turkish army.

Life has lost its priceless value in a moment, but it is showing its value, because everyone is replacing it with someone else's life for their own life. Every hour and every second, someone is being killed, someone is killing, one moment they are still stabbing their horses into the enemy's chest, smiling proudly, but the next moment they are making people do the same, and some people are even dead, with a triumphant smile on their faces.

There is an indescribable weirdness, but unfortunately, at this moment, no one has time to take care of it. On the beautiful grassland, there are dead bodies lying on the ground, blood does not stop, but no one moves forward to clean up, the thick smell of blood and sweat is mixed with each other, filling the air, pungent and unpleasant.

The war, but it continues.

The loud screams and screams are touching. The sturdy figures rose and fell like waves, and their mouths let out a shout that shook the heavens and the earth. This kind of shouting, infecting each other, motivating each other, and dissipating many inexplicable fears in my heart. Arrows flew wildly in the air, dragging a long rain of arrows through the clear sky like locusts crossing the border, only to see the soldiers falling to the ground with arrows in a steady stream. The terrible screams, the frenzied killings, and the blazing beacon fire made the soldiers of the two armies angry, and the war became more and more fierce.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured on the tower.

The battle lasted from afternoon to dusk, and it was a battle of wills, but the Turkic army, which was outnumbered, was gradually controlling the battle. (To be continued.) )