Eastern Front.

Turkic holy land, outside Bosten Camp. //**//

The night is miserable, and the wilderness is blue

The frightened Turks became the king's deeds of the devil, and at this time, the arrogant immediately turned his back, his eyes were like lightning, and his cold gaze swept under the mound in front of him, and the tribe was still immersed in sleep.

"General, the troops have arrived at their designated positions!" The adjutant rode over on a jujube red war horse and said to Wang Gongye excitedly.

After Wang Gongye heard this, he turned his head and took a look, and saw the soldiers behind him who had just gone through a battle and then traveled a long distance, still panting at this time, as if their physical strength had not yet recovered.

Seeing that the general turned his head, the extremely tired soldiers straightened their backs and grasped the hilt of the sword on their horseback with one hand.

For three months in a row, the army galloped through the steppe without stopping for a moment. The speed of the wind, the bloody battle. Like cháo, the water attacks the increasingly fragile psychological defenses of the Turkic people. At the same time, the high-intensity marching combat is also testing the soldiers' will to fight and physical fitness.

Seeing that the tired faces of the soldiers were still shining with bloodthirsty light, Wang Gongye smiled, turned his head, and gently clamped the horse's belly, and the horse's heart moved at will, and slowly walked up to the highest part of the mound.

Behind him, the army of black pressure followed suit. In a short time, the army of 50,000 was assembled in place, like half of the wolves on the eve of the hunt, staring coldly at the white tents high in the ground. There is also a campfire in the camp that has not been extinguished.

The cold wind swept across the earth, like half of the weeds in the sea undulating with the wind.

The young general, who was only twenty years old, looked at Bosten in the basin, which the Turks called the holy land of worship.

The wind was raging, and the fiery red cloak rose with the wind and fluttered away like a cluster of fire.

On horseback, twenty-year-old Wang Gongye took a deep breath. Reaching out and grasping the hilt of the sword on the horse's back, he slowly drew the sword on the horse's back.

Rubbing, the sword rubbed against the scabbard, slowly revealing a cold light.

The wind blew through the blade, and the sword buzzed, like a devil eager to drink blood, and let out a hideous roar.

The general's wrist flicked slightly, and the slightly trembling blade of the sword pointed at the still sleeping Bosten camp in the basin.

Behind him, the army, which had been silent, suddenly began to be restless

"Kill!" The young general let out a low snort, shook the reins, and the war horse under him galloped out like a black lightning.

Thousands of horses galloped behind him, and the murderous aura was everywhere.

At this moment, the night is sè Shanshan, and blood is flying.

The galloping ten thousand horses turned into an incomparable force in the cold and shining sword light. Like a flood beast, it instantly broke through the camp defense line and rushed into the camp that was still sleeping.

The screams of women, the howls of the wounded, the cries of children, sounded in despair in the night, but they were soon drowned out by the thunderous sound of the earth trampled by the horses. The sword flashed, and blood splattered. Countless cold-faced Great Zhou knights, driving war horses, were like devils in the Bosten camp, with swords in their hands, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of desperate escapes.

With a soldier, picking up a torch with a spear, threw it on the tent. Flames suddenly rose into the sky, lighting up the blood-red night sky.

Wang Gongye, dressed in blood-stained Mingguang armor, after slashing off the head of a Turkic warrior with a swing of his sword. Without stopping, the horses rushed straight into the largest tent in the camp. Behind him, several pro-soldiers clenched their spears, followed Wang Gongye, and rushed into the tent.

In the tent, the lights were dim.

A handsome young man who woke up from the futon, his eyes were full of stunned and frightened gods, ** body, hidden behind the quilt, and looked at the young general with a tall head on the horse, as if killing a god.

"You, who are you who dare to break into my tent?" The young man swallowed his saliva and looked at Wang Gongye in astonishment.

Wang Gongye's face was like cold iron, riding on a horse, staring at him condescendingly, and pointing at the long sword in his hand: "Who are you!" ”

"I, I'm the third Turkic prince Jin Sile!" The young man glanced at the sword that was still dripping blood, and in a panic, he didn't dare to hide it at all. and revealed his identity.

Wang Gongye smiled coldly, withdrew his sword, stared at him and said, "What I'm looking for is you!" ”

Turning his head, he said to the soldiers behind him: "Arrest him for me and send him to the Middle Route Army, this is my gift to my brother-in-law!." ”

"Yes!" The soldiers behind him received the order in a deep voice, turned over and dismounted, took a rope, tied up the prince three times and divided it by two, and threw it on the horse's back.

Out of the camp, the battle outside was over.

The soldiers were like demons from the Shura Blood Prison, carrying bloody battles. Riding on a horse, waiting for the general's order.

Behind them were rivers of blood, burning camps. Also, the night sky was stained blood-red by the flames.

Wang Gongye turned over on his horse, turned the horse's head, and pointed to the north with the horsewhip in his hand: "Go!" ”

The war horse under him neighed, like an arrow off the string, galloping out.

Behind him, tens of thousands of troops rose up and rushed out with Wang Gongye's horse.

In a short time, this demon-like army completely disappeared into the night.

Only left, a burning camp like a Shura slaughterhouse behind him.

Syllable!

Precious gold bowls were thrown on the stalls, and mellow wine was sprinkled everywhere.

The old Kedun held the table with one hand, staring at the prince in front of him with a blue face, confused.

"I just got the news that our Great Turkic Heaven Sacrifice Holy Land, Bosten Camp has been lost! A whole 10,000 people, not one of them was spared! My uncle, my relatives, all of them were beheaded! My son Kim Ri Lok was also arrested! Ke Dun trembled, his face twisted, threw the military newspaper on the ground, and said fiercely: "It was Wang Gongye's corps who did it!" ”

Bosten Camp lost?

Bosten's camp is less than a thousand miles away from the royal court, and the army stationed there is well-equipped, how could it be missed?

After hearing the news, the princes' faces changed drastically, and they obviously couldn't believe the news. But later, it was the devil's army that heard that it was Wang Gongye who did the vote. Ladies and gentlemen, their faces suddenly changed greatly. I was so frightened that I bowed my head and didn't dare to speak.

"What should I do?" Ke Dun's eyes were as poisonous as a poisonous snake, and he swept over the princes. Finally, he stared at the grain king.

The King of Grains, who was stared at by Kedun's murderous gaze, trembled all over his body, and then said stiffly: "Kedun, at this time, on the one hand, it is my negligence, and more importantly, Wang Gongye's corps is really difficult to defend. This army is like a whirlwind, coming and going without a trace, and it is impossible to find out their route at all. I'm so hard to resist! ”

"So, you're right?" Ke Dun stared at him coldly, and the corners of his mouth lifted a sè of mockery.

"This ......", after hearing Kedun's words, the grain king suddenly oozed fine beads of sweat on his forehead, raised his sleeve and wiped it. Don't dare to answer.

And at this moment, standing behind Kedun, a masked woman in Tsing Yi slowly walked out.

Her gaze was faint, without the slightest emotion.

When he stepped forward, he didn't even look at the King of Grains. just stroked his chest with one hand, respectfully saluted Kedun, and then said calmly: "Kedun, in Da Zhou, due to personal dereliction of duty, he lost the battle. It is to be subject to military law. Only when the army is strictly governed and those who violate the law must be prosecuted can the army have combat effectiveness at all! ”

After saying this, the woman in green clothes saluted respectfully, and regardless of the fierce gaze of the grain king behind her, she lowered her head and slowly walked back to her original position.

The eyes of the grain king were full of yin cold, and he stared at the woman in Tsing Yi with hatred, remembering what the woman had just said, and he wanted to kill him immediately.

After staring at it for a while, the grain king suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and after turning his head to look at it, he found that the princes who were standing very close to him just now were hiding far away at this time. It's like looking at a dead person, looking at yourself with sympathy and regret.

Only his own guards, standing beside him, still do not leave.

The Grain King was shocked, and quickly turned his head and looked at Kedun on the throne.

When he met Kedun's indifferent gaze, his uneasy heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

The Grain King tightened his body, and after looking around, he found that several soldiers were already approaching.

As the grain king who once held great power on the grassland, he was also a member of the former king's command. At this time, I saw Kedun's indifferent gaze, and the approaching samurai. Obviously, Kedun wanted his own life.

With his life hanging by a thread, the King of Grains hid a deep fierce xing and burst out.

With a thud, he drew his glittering scimitar and swept it aside, forcing the warrior back as he approached. Then he pointed at Kedun on the throne with a single knife, roared wildly, and sneered: "Kedun, what do you want to do?" ”

"Benkodun doesn't want to do anything!" There was no nervousness on Ke Dun's face, and after taking a sip of the tea on the table, he smiled slightly: "Ben Ke Dun, I just want your head!" ”

"Haha!" The King of Grains raised his head and laughed, pointed his scimitar at Ke Dun and said, "If you want my head, you don't want to see if you, a chaotic minister and thief, this lowly Da Zhou woman, have this ability!" ”

Seeing the crazy appearance of the grain king, Ke Xiao shook his head slightly, put down the teacup, and smiled.

Although it is more than 100 and a half years old, it is still charming. This smile is like Eliza blooming on the grassland, and it is extremely charming.

Even those princes who were hiding far away, after seeing Kedun's smile, couldn't help but straighten their eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

And the grain king, who was the party concerned, suddenly felt a sign in his heart after seeing Ke Dun's seemingly smug smile.

Worst! The Grain King's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly turned around and swung his knife to slash at the head of the guard beside him.

But before he could turn around. I felt a chill in my heart. The sharp pain hit his heart in an instant, and his body strength was instantly drained.

The grain king looked down with difficulty, and saw that his chest was sharp. First, the cold light is fierce. Hot blood snorted out and splattered everywhere.