This time to the south, the Ashina family is determined to win the Central Plains. Therefore, the conquest from the vassal tribes swept down almost the entire grassland by half a foot. In order to quell the revolt of the servants, the Turkic envoys blew the wealth of the Central Plains to the point where mutton could grow on trees and milk could bubble in wells. As a result, many of the small tribes who were bewitched by it almost moved from tribe to life, carrying all their savings, livestock, and tribesmen with them, following behind the wolf's rider.

In order to ensure the long-term combat capability of the army, Ashina Gutuolu stored the baggage carried by various tribes in the large camp. The elderly, children, sick and disabled of all ethnic groups who come with the army are designated to take care of them together. As soon as the news of the defeat spread, the old, weak, sick and disabled people who had no ability to protect themselves at all immediately blew up the pot, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, grabbed enough dried food and meat to eat, stepped on the war horses and left. At first, the generals who defended the camp tried to suppress the tribes of various tribes, but when they saw that more and more soldiers had fled back, the brothers under their command became more and more chaotic, so they had to pack a few bags of dried meat and cheese and take their cronies over the mountains and mountains.

After each wave of defeated soldiers returned to the camp, they did not dare to stop longer, took some dry food that was enough to survive on the road, got on their horses and left. No one organized a retreat, and no one thought to go and burn supplies. When Dou Cong entered the camp of the coalition army, the old and weak and the defeated soldiers who had not yet escaped were blocked by nearly 1,000 people. Seeing the bright red battle flag of the Central Plains army, none of them dared to resist, dropped the big bags on their shoulders, and knelt on the ground and begged for their lives.

caught a big basket of small crabs and shrimps, but let go of the big fish delivered to hand. Dou Cong was in a good mood and was not depressed. Without the head of Ashina Bone Toru, the brilliance of today's battle would be greatly diminished. In the future, everyone chatted and mentioned that in this battle, the only light cavalry of the Central Plains Coalition Army did not know how to block the retreat of the wolf cavalry when the victory or defeat of the enemy and us was a foregone conclusion, but indulged in cutting off the heads of small soldiers to grab merit, which was inevitably an embarrassing laughing stock.

"Why didn't you tell me General Lee's order earlier?" Annoyed, Dou Cong glared and questioned his own soldiers.

"No, I didn't hear the horn over there." The pro-soldier ducked into the distance and responded aggrievedly. Today's battle situation has come to a big reversal at the moment of life and death, and almost all the brothers in Hedong were crazy with joy at that time, who could care to pay attention to the orders of the Chinese army at all times. Besides, the general's general order may not have been issued in time, maybe he himself has forgotten the truth of capturing the thief and the king!

"Rubbish!" Dou Cong kicked his own soldier and scolded hatefully. He knew that with Li Xu's character, he would definitely not put all the responsibility for Gu Turu's escape on himself afterwards. But General Li is the son-in-law of the Tang Dynasty and the brother-in-law of the prince, with great military achievements and a reputation that is in the limelight for a while. In the future, the two Li will be united, and he will have to listen to orders under his command. If he has a prejudice against himself in his heart, his future will be greatly unfavorable.

"Or, let's change the war horse and chase after it?" The soldier who had been kicked patted the soil on the armor and suggested with a smile. The Turks attacked the Great Wall on foot, leaving countless horses near the camp. Everyone sacrificed their lives to chase after each other, and they may not be able to chase Ashina Bone Tuolu back!

"Get out!" Dou Cong was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked his own soldier again. "What to chase. Don't you know how many more horses to bring? ”

Frustrated to frustrated, he really didn't dare to chase out of the mountain with only a few hundred personal soldiers! One is that he is not familiar with the terrain and paths outside Yanshan at all, and secondly, the supplies of the 400,000 coalition troops are piled up in front of him, in case he can't catch up with Ashina Gu Tulu, and the remnants of the Saiwai army who are scattered back will be defeated and destroy the grain and grass baggage, and from now on he will have no face to gain a foothold in the army!

Considering all kinds of interests and disadvantages, Dou Cong can only look at the present. He ordered his soldiers to close the camp gate, and escorted the prisoners who had just been collected to bring out a dry of ordnance such as crossbows and horses that the Turks had not had time to use, and placed them behind the rudimentary camp wall layer by layer, so as to deter the rout army and prevent it from storming the camp.

Before he could clean up the defenses, a wave of Xi warriors had already rushed over. Seeing that the red Great Sui battle flag had been raised on the joint camp's Diao fight, the warriors were stunned for a moment, then stomped their feet and shook their heads, and shouted in protest at the camp. Dou Cong did not understand any of the language, so he immediately ordered his brothers to release arrows. A flurry of arrows shot out, overturning a hundred and ten Xi warriors. Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining thousands of samurai turned around and fled to the battlefield. After fleeing for more than 100 steps, they encountered another wave of rout, and the two sides made a mess and rushed to the barracks. Under the command of Dou Cong, the Central Plains soldiers and captives were again in a flurry of arrows, and the warriors once again left dozens of corpses, crying, while putting the livestock fleeing outside the barracks into a pile, and rushed to disperse outside Yanshan.

The third wave retreated was a group of Hunters. When he saw that the baggage that had remained in the camp had been taken away, he immediately became furious. They, under the command of the clan leader, tried to retake the camp. Dou Cong closed the gate of the village, and couldn't defend it with a strong bow and a hard crossbow, and the hunters didn't get any bargain for a long time after attacking the small half pillar of incense, so they had to pick up a few scattered cattle and sheep, and scolded and left.

The fourth wave and the fifth wave of routs came one after another, and seeing that Dou Cong guarded the camp tightly, and the shouting and killing sound came from behind him, he had to follow the example of the previous waves of allies, and did his best to collect the remaining scattered livestock outside the camp, and each found a way home. They didn't have the idea of carrying heavy weights, and the Hedong soldiers didn't rush to kill them all, and sent each other far away through the wooden fence column, and they didn't send half a shot.

The sixth wave of the rout was the Qunmuwei herdsmen, who were short in stature but unusually thick in size. I saw the battle flags fluttering in the barracks from a distance, and I didn't dare to rush over like the Xi people and the warriors, and there were no cattle and sheep to collect nearby. He stopped and wandered outside the camp for a moment, and began to chant in a low voice, led by a shaman.

The song is long and graceful, with sighs in between. The prisoners in the camp who were escorted by the Hedong soldiers to serve as the baggage team heard it, and they burst into tears one by one. Dou Cong didn't even understand the Turkic language, let alone the long songs of the Murwei people. Fearing that the captives would make trouble, he ordered the brothers to hurry up and greet them with feathered arrows.

The Murowei shepherds were shot by feathered arrows and fled in a hurry. Then they slowly gathered into a group, followed by the shaman, and slowly walked up a mountain beam, singing as they slowly disappeared in the wind and smoke.

Before the singing of the Murwei people went far, Liu Jizhen, the king of the Huns, had already chased after him with more than a thousand horse thieves. Dou Cong, who was holding a handful of cold sweat in his hand, hurriedly ordered someone to push open the camp gate and beckoned his allies to come in to assist in the defense. Liu Jizhen saw his nervous appearance with his teeth clenched and sweaty, and couldn't help bending down and laughing.

"What is General Liu laughing at?" Dou Cong was inexplicably laughed by Liu Jizhen, touched his helmet, and asked loudly.

"Haha, haha, I'm laughing at you can't fight at all!" Liu Jizhen laughed breathlessly as if he had picked up some treasure. "To deal with the rout, also, still need to be so nervous. Look, look at these captives around you, look at these captives......."

"Captive?" Dou Cong became more and more a monk who was two feet tall, and he responded in response. Since he entered the camp, all the captives who surrendered have honestly helped the Hedong soldiers, who were nearly half as numerous as himself, to carry supplies. No matter how happy the routs outside the camp walls were, not a single captive tried to join in!

"You fool, where does General Dou know the rules of the grassland!" Shangguan Bi was still good-hearted, and seeing Dou Cong's eyes full of confusion, he stepped forward and kicked Liu Jizhen and scolded loudly.

Liu Jizhen couldn't afford to provoke her, so he quickly put away his smile and pointed to the captives to explain to Dou Cong: "The strong have always been respected on the grassland!" They have already lost, where do they dare to really do it with you? Bluffing, escaping and eating. General Dou is here to sweep the formation, see how I clean them up! ”

With that, he took the horse thieves around him and rushed out of the camp wall again. There was actually a long snake array full of holes on the flat ground, which was blocking the retreat of a group of routs with a scale of nearly 5,000. Strange to say, although the number of defeated soldiers was large, none of them dared to take the lead in the battle. Liu Jizhen shouted a few words to them in Turkic dialect, only to see the sword light shining outside the camp gate, and the routs actually threw their weapons into a pile of automatics, and then squatted on the ground and let the horse thieves slaughter.

Liu Jizhen led the horse thieves to surround him, and when he saw the strong captive, he patted the other party on the head, and then ordered him to pick up a knife and follow him. When he saw a weak person, he kicked the opponent in the head and ordered the opponent to roll aside and line up. Whether they were captured by the horse thieves or kicked over by them, they actually bowed down to the horse thieves as if they had received a great favor, and obeyed their orders.

In an instant, the five thousand defeated soldiers were screened. Liu Jizhen, the king of the Huns, immediately took a group of horse thieves and captives who were favored by everyone to intercept another wave of routs. Those warriors who picked up their swords again shook their spirits and rushed to their previous robes after Liu Jizhen, without hesitating for a moment.

Dou Cong, who was watching the battle inside the camp gate, had his eyes wide open, and he could almost stuff a whole goose egg into his mouth. There was a precedent in the Central Plains for the reception of prisoners fighting for themselves, but it took at least three or four days to convert a soldier from the enemy army into his own robe. Putting down the weapon like this, and then picking up the weapon again, even if it changed the doorway, Dou Cong not only never saw it, but also never heard of it.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, he was once again convinced that what he was seeing was not an illusion. Then humbly bowed to Shangguan Bi, who was standing at the gate of the camp and watched the battle, and asked in a low voice: "Can Brother Liu take them to fight with confidence, and he is not afraid that someone will surrender?"

"General Dou doesn't know that the enemy's grain, grass and baggage are all in your hands. If these defeated soldiers refused to follow Liu Jizhen, even if they could escape outside the mountains, they would not be able to find any supplies. The grasslands are vast and sparsely populated, they have no cattle or sheep around them, and they do not have enough bows and arrows in their hands, and nine times out of ten they will starve to death on the way home. Therefore, they might as well descend sincerely, so that they can continue to live! Shangguan Bi sighed and responded in a low voice.

No supplies? Dou Cong could hear and take a breath of cold air. According to Shangguan Bi, more than half of the shepherds who fled from him before would starve to death. In this way, his own killing work is great, even if there are no 100,000 numbers, I am afraid that 350,000 people will not be able to stop it!

Inadvertently killed tens of thousands of enemies, but Dou Cong, who was accustomed to seeing corpses and blood, did not have half joy in his heart, but felt that the long tune sung by the people of Murowei before became clearer and clearer in the mountain wind, as if the group had never gone away. He had understood the whole meaning of the song, and the people of Murowe, who had lost their baggage supplies, sang an elegy, and in the days to come, they would sing an elegy to themselves and march to their deaths in droves.

But before they were defeated, they were as fierce as a pack of beasts! Dou Cong was so distraught that he found all kinds of reasons to comfort himself. As a military general, the most taboo thing is to have this kind of woman's kindness. Kindness, like weakness, will greatly affect their future.

"The grassland has always been the jungle, and the weak have no room to survive. General Dou doesn't have to feel sorry for them, since they dare to come, they should think of this day! Shangguan Bi's voice came low again, with a little confusion and sighing.

"But who can be the strong forever?" Amid the shouts of killing, there was no answer to this question.

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