Li Kuan and the others looked at the battlefield from afar, he knew that his two hundred people were of little use to the battle situation, rather than entering the battlefield to make Li Jing worry about his safety, it was better to just look outside and see the truth, it was recorded in history that Jieli had fled, and he would see if he could pick up this bargain.

Li Jing's war drums were still beating loudly, and the kind of power that made people feel irritable became stronger and stronger, and many Turks actually began to attack their companions around them, and the entire battlefield became even more messy for a while. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were also affected, but they did not seem to be as strict as the Turks, but they were a little more crazy during the offensive, which made the attack power of the heavy cavalry stronger.

Li Kuan motioned for the team to retreat, because he felt the force again, which seemed to be a kind of sound wave, gradually resonating with your body, and then making you involuntarily feel that the drum beat hard every time you felt the most uncomfortable. I couldn't help but be irritable, I couldn't help but want to vent, and I couldn't help but look at the surrounding qiē unpleasantly. This seems to be a kind of hypnosis carried out by the sound of drums, but the level is very shallow, but the people who can fight on such a large-scale hypnotic battlefield can be seen that this mysterious drum music must have an extraordinary origin, but how is this thing never recorded in history? Li Kuan spent a lot of money to get the information of the major historical events after that, but there was no record of such a large-scale sonic weapon.

There are many actions that can affect people's emotions and actions in later generations, such as the legendary "Black Friday", which can make people commit suicide. There are others, which are actually a type of hypnosis. It's just that the depth and shallowness are different.

No matter what, Li Kuan still asked the people around him to retreat, but he himself did not retreat. He felt that the resonance was a bit like the epiphany-like situation he had been dreaming of, and he wanted to try it. Besides, they are still far away from the battlefield, and this kind of power is not very strong, or the power of this nameless song is not strong in the first place. Because it has to radiate the entire battlefield, it is inevitable that the effectiveness will be much weaker.

Although the effect of this nameless song played by Li Jing is strange and powerful, there are always exceptions.

Countless soldiers throughout the battlefield were bloodshot and fighting together. But a young man with a horizontal knife walked out of the city lord's mansion and walked along the edge of the street. Step by step, he walked towards the golden wolf flag in the center of the Turkic camp. He did not seem to be affected by the mysterious drum music, and his eyes were fixed on the brightly lit tent and the bearded Turkic man in a fur fur who stood in front of the tent with a bow like a full moon. A pair of eyes flashed with endless hatred, and the horizontal knife in his hand was clenched even tighter. I thought about it. Tear a piece of fabric from the hem of your garment. Then he tied the knife to the wrist of his right hand with his teeth and his left hand, and then quietly touched the ornate tent.

Jieli was observing the shape of the battlefield, and saw countless Turkic soldiers fighting each other, and the Tang cavalry on the other side was also constantly harvesting the lives of the warriors under his command, and a pair of bears were staring at each other. Holding the bow with both hands like the moon, the arrows shot out with a bang, some shot the Tang soldiers, and more shot on the armor of the Tang soldiers. To no avail. But no matter what, he continued to shoot deadly arrows. It's like a humanoid fort. It wasn't until he put his hand on the empty quiver again that he found that his arrows had run out, and that the soreness of his arms told him that he seemed to have strained his arms and could not open his bow. Jieli suddenly sobered up, and suddenly felt bad, the feeling just now seemed to be a little different, why did he shoot the arrow in such a breath, and he used the five-stone strong bow in disregard of Qiē, it seems that he was also affected.

At that moment, the figure of the young man appeared behind a tent not far from Jieli, hiding in the shadow and watching him. His eyes were as cruel as a wolf, with endless resentment and endless anger, and he wanted to break the Turkic man in front of him into pieces, burn them into dust, and then sprinkle them into the Yellow River that his grandmother had mentioned, so that he would never be able to live again.

Jieli put the longbow in his hand on his back, drew the waist knife he was wearing, stepped on the snow-white snow lion tied to the camp tent, and rushed forward towards the war below. This horse was Jieli's favorite mount, and he had always fed it himself, and he was usually tethered not far from his tent. Therefore, this rare BMW horse was not drugged like the rest of the war horses, and it can still run at top speed at this moment.

At this moment, a snow-white cold light shone out, stabbing straight towards Jieli, it turned out that the young man who was hiding behind the battalion commander saw Jieli about to rush down the hillside, a tiger pounced, and the horizontal knife in his hand stabbed straight towards him.

Jieli turned around on his horse, dodging the sudden blow, and then the scimitar in his hand slashed a cold arc like the silver light of the crescent moon in the sky, and slashed at the horizontal knife with a bang, splashing sparks with stars. And with the little light leaking from the camp tent behind him, he saw clearly who the person who attacked him was: "It's you little bastard!" Damn it! Jie Li's angry voice roared in the night, and the scimitar slashed horizontally, along the back of the knife, and slashed at the young man's hand.

The young man's face was ruthless on the mountain road, and the person slammed into the body like a violent bear in mid-air, and his body crashed into the body like a violent bear on the horse.

This time, Jieli was sturdy, he had just gotten on the horse and had not started the speed of the war horse, when he was interrupted by this kid rushing up, and the night was dark, Jieli couldn't see the young man's expression clearly, he didn't expect that this young man who was only fourteen or fifteen years old would actually fight with him with a will to die.

So he was knocked off the horse at once, and rolled on the ground twice before Jieli stopped his body, and the scimitar in his hand was also afraid of hurting himself under this collision, so he took the initiative to throw it out. The boy tied the horizontal knife, and this time he had the advantage of the weapon. Step-by-step, he forced towards Jieli, without saying a word, brandishing a horizontal knife and slashing at Jieli, forcing him to retreat.

At the foot of the hillside, the Turks had begun to fight each other on a large scale, and the people hiding at home in the city also grabbed their clubs and weapons and smashed them everywhere. There was also a fire to the house. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and the whole scene was chaotic.

Li Jing's face was covered with sweat, and his mouth was panting. The cost of the body is unusually large. It was as if all the strength of the whole body had been drained all at once. This drum song, according to legend, was created by Sun Wu, a military saint during the Warring States Period, and is the highest secret of the soldier's family. He thinks that he is already a wise and intelligent person, but every time he thinks of this thing, he always has a feeling of being overlooked.

Jieli returned to the place where he had shot arrows. looked at the young man in front of him: "Yang Zhengdao, what are you going to do?" The guards beside Jieli have not appeared for some reason, and he has no weapon now, although he knows that the young man in front of him cannot threaten his life even if he has a horizontal knife. But in my heart, there is always a natural fear, and it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

This young man is Yang Zhengdao, the king of Sui who was canonized by Jieli, that is, the grandson of Yang Guang. At the beginning, it was just a child who didn't understand anything and was taken to the grassland by Queen Xiao, and the people of Dingxiang City were all followed to the border of this grassland at that time. They settled here. and supported this orphan of the Sui royal family, who was only a few years old, as the monarch. Continued the rule of the Sui Dynasty. But now that the Tang Dynasty has called, the lord they respect together actually aimed the knife at the Turkic people who were their backers, which made Jieli very puzzled and unacceptable.

"Jieli Khan, haha...... The humiliation you have inflicted on our ancestors and grandchildren will be put to an end today! The boy waved the horizontal knife in his hand and forced forward step by step. He couldn't forget that every year his grandmother would go to live in the Turkic king's tent for a while, and then when she came back, she hugged him and cried silently. He couldn't forget. The jade seal, which was regarded by her grandmother as more important than her life, was snatched away by her so-called aunt. The desperate and helpless look in his eyes. He couldn't forget that night, the bleak figure standing in the north wind looking at the land of the Central Plains in the south and crying silently. This qiē is intertwined into his childhood, a gray childhood without brilliant colors, only lying in that warm embrace, listening to the familiar nursery rhymes can feel a moment of peace of mind. When he grew up, these memories were like a poisonous snake, gnawing at his heart all the time, making him feel painful.

Now the root of Yiqiē is going to be broken after all, the army of the Tang Dynasty that robbed their family of the country is coming, and the Turks who gave him endless humiliation are also here, and he, the former Sui orphan who should not have lived in the world, is also here, in this Dingxiang City shrouded in endless darkness, make a complete break.

His eyes were filled with the bitter liquid, but he held back, and the most important thing at this time was to cut off the head of the person in front of him, to wash away his shame with the blood of his sin, to use his head to pay tribute to his sorrow for all these years, and then finally to end his life. I'd rather die than surrender to the Tang Dynasty, after all, they are their enemies, even if they also have the blood of Huaxia flowing in their bodies, even if they are the same as themselves, they don't have the smell of sheep's flesh. With a wave of the horizontal knife in his hand, he cut off the flagpole of the golden wolf flag that had been erected high, and the golden giant wolf that was still waving its claws in the wind immediately shrunk down, like a fallen leaf in the wind, falling lightly to the dust.

But at the moment when the boy cut off the flagpole, Jieli rolled away, rolled away from the door of the big tent, picked up the scimitar that had been thrown on the ground, and quickly stood up with a carp, and ran straight towards the horse that stood on the side. Moving quickly like a tanuki, its thick body is as flexible as a mollusk at this moment. Suddenly turned over and got on the horse, turned the horse's head and rushed towards Yang Zhengdao, the scimitar was swung in his hand, cutting an arc and slashing straight at his neck.

The young man didn't expect such a change, he was stunned for a moment, and there was a burst of madness in his eyes, and he ignored the scimitar that slashed him, and the long horizontal knife was slashed like this.

Swish...... Burst...... Both knives hit the target, and the boy stared at the man on horseback with his endless fierce eyes, but why did he suddenly become shorter? And next to that is your own body? Why don't you have a head?

Yang Zhengdao was beheaded off by Jieli's knife, but the knife he made before he died also cut the front hooves of the snow lion in the night under Jieli's crotch, and a wound more than a foot long appeared on the snow-white war horse, and the red blood slowly flowed down.

Jieli looked at the battlefield behind him, then gritted his teeth ruthlessly, and rode his horse to gallop in another direction, which was facing the grassland, and the army of the Tang Dynasty was the least. As for the Turkic army that was still killing each other and falling into madness behind him, Jieli couldn't care about it. The look he looked back made his heart tremble, because it was no longer a battlefield, but a slaughterhouse, a meat grinder. The Tang soldiers didn't know when they were connected, they were just passively defending, and the rest of the fighting was all done by the Turks themselves, completely ignoring the defense, you give me a knife, and I will cut you to slaughter. (To be continued......)