Seeing that Li Shimin's team had completed the combat mission assigned by himself in advance, Xu Zileng paused, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. "Keep up, chase the deserters and kill!" He raised the blood-stained black knife and touched the broken lance in Li Shimin's hand, as casually as reuniting with Luo Shixin and others on the battlefield. Then without looking back, he rushed through the no-man's land cleared by Li Shimin, Wu Shitong and others, and pushed to the camp farther away.

The main cavalry behind him has always maintained a complete formation, not very fast, but never stopping. On all sides, the scattered warriors of the tribe were driven over, bare-butted, discarding their weapons and the dignity of men, and rushing in front of their horses. At this moment they are no longer wolves riding the world, but a herd of lambs to the slaughter. Even if an untrained villager catches up from behind, he can cut them to the ground.

Seeing that Xuzi actually beat a group of vicious wolves to the point that he didn't dare to turn back, Li Shimin was also stunned. This situation was beyond his imagination, although the Flying Tiger Army in his hand was the elite of the world, it had never had the same momentum. The border army under Yun Dingxing was far inferior to the elite of the Flying Tiger Army, and Li Shimin was clear about the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers on both sides. But when an ordinary border army arrived in the hands of Xuzi, it was like being reborn. Their attacks are not ruthless, but they are methodical. They followed the defeated army unhurriedly, speeding up or slowing down from time to time, killing the slowest fleeing remnants, driving away the routs who were still full of strength, and melting the Turkic camp like melting snow.

No one could stop this cavalry, and all opponents who dared to face it had only a dead end. Most of the time, Li Xu did not swing the knife himself, and the enemy who tried to rush in front of him was always overturned in time at the last moment by the long lance that suddenly poked out of the team. After killing the enemies who dared to brush the tiger's whiskers, the lances that could not see the source quickly retreated into their formation. As if he had done nothing, he ignored the fleeing horses and the corpses that were about to be trampled.

It was a contemptuous spirit that no one could stop. Li Shimin, who was familiar with military books, instantly concluded that if his Flying Tiger Army met the same number of border troops, the outcome might not be much better than the tribal warriors in front of him. I haven't seen it for many years, and the black knife is no longer a murder weapon in Zhong Jian's hands, but a musician's piano and a painter's pen, swaying at will, all of which are mountains and rivers.

In an instant, Li Shimin felt a little jealous. But he quickly turned this jealousy into admiration, "Rush forward and follow General Li Lang!" He ordered loudly, and then straightened his horse's head, so that his soldiers and horses were connected to Li Xu's department, and lined up in the same multi-column horizontal phalanx.

Many enemy soldiers in front of them had already jumped on horseback, and the sacrifice of their own robes had won them sufficient time to prepare. But soon, the tribal warriors realized that the situation was not good. The first wave rushed forward not the Central Plains cavalry, but compatriots crying and looking for a way to escape. These lost souls pushed their horses away with their hands, smashing their own ranks apart, spreading fear and frustration like a plague. Several hundred-man commanders tried to stop the chaos by killing, but the deserters forcibly tore them off their horses and trampled them under their feet.

"How can the Dahe Department be qualified to kill our people from the Molian Division!" In the chaos, some people vent their grievances regardless of the overall situation. Subsequently, the opponents were defeated by the defeated ones. And the Han people who rushed over on the opposite side suddenly accelerated at this juncture, and the waves were like a storm into the chaotic army. In an instant, the entire army array was shattered. The war horse that had lost its master screamed and scurried around, knocking over the people who stood in the way, and countless pairs of fleeing big feet stepped over the fallen ones, and before the Sui army came to kill, they had already trampled them into pulp.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo" Li Shimin heard the uneven sound of horns, and accelerated with the army. He glanced at the direction of the Chinese army with the corner of his eye, and found that many of Li Xu's personal soldiers were very regularly mixed with the border army. The men wore light armor and carried horizontal knives in one hand. The other hand was free, holding the torch alof. If someone in the air uses a pen to connect all the torches in the first row, the result is exactly a straight line.

"Woo-woo!" The horn from Li Xu's side sounded again, and every hundred steps, it was repeated by a trumpeter from Qi County. When the soldiers heard the sound of the horn, they slowly shook the handlebars, and the mounts under their crotches slowed down. Generals at all levels quickly conveyed the orders they saw and heard, leading the whole army to disengage from the enemy.

Slow, slow, slow, Xuzi skillfully controlled the rhythm of the attack. They are waves of the sea, and the coalition forces are made of mud and sand. Under the successive blows, the tribal warriors were never able to stabilize their positions. Every stronghold tried to organize resistance, but each resistance was quickly disintegrated. The new defeated soldiers fled with the original remnants, and themselves became the pioneers of the Sui army. However, the number of pioneers in this group is still increasing, and the destructive power is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, almost without waiting for the Sui army to press up, the military array organized by the recalcitrant people had been overwhelmed by their own people.

The battle was no longer in doubt, and the untrained Cypriot coalition forces could not establish a stable defensive line. As the rout spread, some of the khans and Tutuns who were lucky enough not to be selected as the first wave of attacks simply gave up the idea of turning things around. Taking advantage of the fact that the rout army was rushed to their camp, they abandoned most of the looted goods, jumped on horseback, and fled in panic.

"Brother Zhong Jian is no longer the Brother Zhong Jian of the year!" Li Shimin, who had watched most of the battle, came to a conclusion in his heart. He found himself feeling as if he had gone back in time to a few years ago, following each other and learning from each other's every move. Under his command, the rhythm of the Flying Tiger Army gradually coincided with the main force of soldiers and horses. And before he knew it, Li Shimin had already thrown away the broken lance and brandished the scimitar he had snatched from the enemy with one hand.

"Keep the rhythm, keep the formation!" While brandishing a scimitar, Li Shimin issued orders loudly. He was glad that he was able to reunite with Asahiko this time, which made him see another tactic. Different from what Liu Hongji taught, and what Hou Junji summed up, it was a tactic that Li Xu had completely figured out from the battle, and it carried his personal imprint everywhere.

"No wonder my father would rather let the fourth sister go looking for him!" At the same time, Li Shimin also understood his father's good intentions. If the Li family tried their best to stop it, there would be hundreds of chances to catch Ying'er back. But the father would rather choose the most clumsy one, threatening to sever the relationship between father and daughter, rather than others really hurt Ying'er.

Is there really a family relationship in the world that can be cut off casually? Li Shimin smiled and raised the scimitar in his hand high.

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