Jieli is a Turkic khan, and his martial arts are not weak, and his arms can pull out a five-stone bow and arrow, which can be called a strong man no matter where he is. Therefore, the arrows he shot were much faster and more powerful than those shot by ordinary three-stone strong bows.

A Tang soldier was riding on horseback, and the horse lance in his hand was picking up the corpse of a Turk, but an arrow shot directly through the leather neck guard around his neck when he laughed, choking his laughter deep in his throat. A stream of sticky blood poured out of the wound, and the mallet in his hand fell off weakly, smashing into the snow and pools of blood on the ground, and he held the arrow that had shot through his throat in both hands, the trembling tail of the arrow did not penetrate the entire throat, and the arrow was in the back of his head. And so he fell off his horse.

There are battles everywhere, the Tang soldiers wrapped in iron armor are slowly advancing, Li Jing is still beating drums and cheering for the soldiers outside the city, and the drums are still coming. Inspired these Datang warriors and let them step forward bravely, the neighing of the war horses corresponded to the beat of the drum, and the Datang soldiers knew that their commander was still fighting with them when they heard the drum.

You may feel that Li Jing's actions are a little unreasonable, and that doing so will only attract the hatred of the enemy and become the target of attack. But Li Jing did just that, as the most war-like military god in the Tang Dynasty, he would definitely not do it without a purpose, and had his own purpose. It's just that no one can guess his specific intentions. Li Jing, dressed in military uniform, stood on a simple high platform, his long hair blown by the cold wind, and his sword eyebrows flew with a solemnity. Although the situation was much better than he expected, the Turks did not actually ride horses. This was really something that made Li Jing overjoyed.

Jieli was also attracted by the sound of the drums, and turned his head to look in the direction of the outside of the city, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark of the night. Until he saw a dark shadow, but it also made him shift his target, and the longbow in his hand was once again stretched into a full moon, and three long arrows were mounted. The moment he let go, the three long arrows in his hand were like meteors catching the moon. The three arrows disappeared into the night, swallowed up by the endless darkness, but Jieli knew that he had hit some targets when he listened to a muffled snort in the distance. But the drumming did not stop, so it can be seen that it did not hit the drummer.

Li Jing also had a trace of cold sweat on his forehead at this time, and the three arrows with the sound of the whistling wind just now grazed him and shot past. Shoot through the arm of one of the guards not far behind him. Although Li Jing wanted to see the guard's injury immediately, but now he knew that he couldn't stop, otherwise it would definitely hit the morale of the Tang soldiers. So the drums didn't stop, but became more rapid. This time it's no longer "General's Order", but a different tune. It's very weird, I don't know who composed this song. The drums beat even faster. Accents one after the other. Like the raindrops that fell to the ground, or like the thunder in the sky, they resounded in your ears but shook your heart. No matter who hears this drum, they will have a feeling of irritability in the bottom of their hearts. If you want to vent like crazy, you can only alleviate it by fighting crazy.

The sweat on Li Jing's forehead was even worse, in this cold season when the water was dripping into ice, the sweat on his forehead was still rolling down his cheeks one by one, and it cooled down quickly in the process of rolling, and finally completely froze on his beard. It hangs on it like a string of rosaries.

The entire battlefield was completely boiling under this strange drumbeat, and everyone was desperate. Wielding the weapon in his hand, he lunged at the enemy, and the lance, scimitar, and horizontal knife in his hand all went straight to the ground, either slashing or stabbing straight ahead, all ignoring his own defense, and facing each other with thin flesh and cold weapons. The battle is completely white-hot. Blood sprayed like water in a shower, spurting out of the neck, chest, and stump between the severed arms as if it didn't ask for money. The strong smell of blood permeated, and the entire Dingxiang City became a blood-stained city at this moment.

The battle on the battlefield continued, but between the gorgeous mansions in the city, the young man was sitting in a gazebo, listening to the shouts and killings outside, with a relieved smile on his face: "This day has finally come!" It's finally time to end this sad life, but what should grandmother do? He himself had already developed a will for life and death, and put life and death aside, but when he thought of his grandmother, who had suffered so much in order to keep him alive, the young man frowned again. He didn't expect that his aunt and grandmother were such people, and they could do such a thing in order to avenge the country and their family, but because of their own drag, his grandmother had to go to the Turks, and the young man's eyes once again burned with madness.

"The Turks all deserve to die, these beast-like things should not exist in the world!" The young man's face was hideous, he got up slowly, bowed three times in the direction of Datang, then turned around and knelt down in the direction of the Turkic king's tent, and kowtowed respectfully three times. After that, he carried the long horizontal knife on the table next to him and walked towards the outside of the mansion. He was going to do tonight the first thing he had done in years that was to his heart, and it would cost him his life.

The smell of blood on the battlefield spread far away with the wind blowing, and the wolves on the grassland began to stir. Gray-black steppe wolves stretched their long necks and howled at the sky. The terrible howl of the wolf came out far away in the dark night, one after another.

Li Kuan sat on the back of the horse, rising and falling with the rhythm of the horse. He was thinking about what happened during this time, this is a habit he formed after coming to this era, in this era when there are many wise men, Li Kuan found his position very accurately. Because he is not a high IQ, he can't take one step and see three steps, so it's also great to take a break to see what he has done, and to be able to sum up some experience from it.

From the beginning of going deep into the grassland, Li Kuan found that in this era of cold weapons, the team of two or three hundred people is really too weak, and it may be okay to be a robber in some poor and remote places, but it is completely delivering food on the battlefield. If a team does not have a scale of more than 1,000 people, then it is completely the fate of being hunted down. Because no matter how much the personal strength of the opponent's soldiers is worse than that of yours, as long as the number of people is more than two or three times that of yours, there is no other way out for you to run away. Maybe you are skilled in martial arts and can kill one person and ten people. But hundreds of thousands of people rushed up, can you kill them? If you can't kill them, then their knives can kill you. After all, no matter how good your martial arts are, you will not be the incorruptible body of King Kong.

Therefore, Li Kuan felt that he should form an army, even if it was only the smallest team of 1,000 people, it was stronger than the 300 Xuanjia that he had obtained by relying on Li Er's relationship. Nearly a third of these three hundred Xuanjia had died, and now they were only a little over two hundred. It is precisely because the number of people is too small.

Of course, in addition to the loss of numbers, there is another reason, and that is Li Kuan himself. Li Kuan likes to fight tough battles, head-to-head duels, and although sneak attacks and the like can also be used, Li Kuan still can't grasp the grasp of various timings, and the head-to-head confrontation is different, as long as you see the enemy, you can kill it. This style of play can be called positive in the art of war, unlike any ambush, attacking the camp and the like.

Thinking about this, Li Kuan was quiet in his own world, and the howl of wolves outside could not interrupt his thinking. Broke into the grassland, encountered the Turkic army, was chased, and then caught Ashinadur, and then made a return trip, and then entered the grassland, attacked several Turkic tribes, and went to the royal court This experience Li Kuan thought about it in his heart, thinking about the shortcomings of what he had done.

Behind him more than a hundred knights were following his pace, and in the middle of the procession was a carriage in which three women were on board. On a war horse next to the carriage was Ashinadur, who was trapped like a dumpling. At this time, several people were silent, who would have expected that they would become prisoners, and their captives were actually a Tang military captain who looked like a child.

It was almost time to arrive at Dingxiang City, and Li Kuan could already hear the rapid drum beat. This mysterious drum music has a mysterious power, which made Li Kuan walk out of his own world all of a sudden, because when he heard this drum sound, he actually had the desire to fight a big battle in his heart. The feeling that oppresses your heart can only be released by letting go of it. This feeling made Li Kuan feel uneasy, so he directly ordered the whole army to suspend the advance and rest on the spot.

The shouts of killing can be faintly heard, and it seems that the soldiers on the battlefield regard the enemy on the opposite side as an enemy who has a hatred for killing their father and taking their wife, and they all want to break each other's corpses into thousands of pieces in order to feel at ease.

A Turkic man jumped up from the ground, despite the fact that his body was pierced by the long horse lance, and still took off the helmet of a Tang soldier with a strong hand. Suddenly, the head of the Datang soldier was exposed, and at this time, several Turkic soldiers rushed forward desperately, the scimitar in their hands flashed with cold light, and suddenly several knives slashed towards the head of the Datang soldier. The Tang soldiers on the war horses also showed a frenzy on their faces, and as soon as they let go of their hands, they threw away the horse lance, and pulled out a horizontal knife with a 'swish', swept fiercely in front of them, and cut the two Turkic soldiers who flew into the air in front of the horse. Then an iron plate bridge, lying on the back of a horse. Dodging a scimitar that slashed diagonally from the side, his foot pulled out of the stirrup, and kicked the Turkic soldier with the knife sideways, kicking him out, but this moment he could no longer dodge the sneak attack of the fourth Turkic soldier, and a scimitar slashed straight through his neck from the other side, cutting off his head.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in this small Dingxiang City, or the Tang soldiers fell on horseback, or the Turks lay on the ground. The flickering bonfires lit up the streets, and the battlefields spread all over the streets and alleys of the city, and the people living in the city were also plagued by pond fish, or were cut down by the Turks, or were captured and used as hostages to threaten the Tang soldiers. It's just that before coming to Dingxiang City this time, Li Jing had already explained that the people of Dingxiang City were all stubborn people who supported the rule of the former Sui, and the reason why they appeared in Dingxiang, a city within the Turkic chassis, was because there was Yang Zhengdao, the king of Sui who was canonized by the Turkic king. Therefore, these people can't be regarded as the people of the Tang Dynasty, and they don't care about their life or death. Therefore, the Turks who took hostages were still stabbed by the Tang Dynasty soldiers. Because of one reason or another, the people of these cities were killed and wounded, and for a time there were more cries and howls in addition to the sound of shouts of killing, horses' hooves, and war drums. A perfect quartet was staged on this battlefield. (To be continued......)