Under the Great Wall, Li Xu, Dugu Lin, and Luo Shixin led more than 8,000 brothers to launch a counterattack against the Turks. The enemy army was ten times outnumbered, but the Great Sui soldiers were not afraid. The robbers can't be allowed to slip away so easily, and if they don't teach them a lesson, they'll never remember the pain. Since ancient times, the Central Plains has not been a piece of fat that anyone can bite into if they catch it, and those thieves with ill intentions, those robbers who are greedy and excessive, sooner or later they will have to pay ten times or even a hundred times the price for their actions.

After the initial panic, they quickly resumed their battle formation under the orders of the big and small leaf guards, Burke, Ji, Peiluo, Dagan, and Xiaoji, and used their bows and arrows to counterattack the ambushes rushing down from the mountain beams on both sides, while quickly running towards the valley mouth in the distance. (Note 1)

The terrain in the valley was narrow, which was not conducive to the deployment of the Turkic brigade and the Sui army occupied a favorable location. The plains outside the valley were ideal cavalry battlefields, with 70,000 wolf cavalry, enough to crush less than 10,000 ambush soldiers.

"If you want to go, it's not that easy!" Li Xu waved the flag quickly. "Woo-woo-woo!" The sound of the horn was like a roaring dragon, and the ambush soldier lowered his bow and arrow, and lifted the rock beside him.

Large chunks of rock were pushed down the hillside by the ambushers, and some of them were blocked by wild trees in the middle of the way, splashing countless dead branches and leaves. Others rolled directly into the enemy group, smashing the Turkic soldiers to the point of rolling them on their backs. The narrowest part of the valley has more prepared stones, so it is also the hardest. In the blink of an eye, more than 400 wolf riders were smashed and paralyzed on the ground, forcibly blocking the way of their own people.

"Dismount, the Great Khan has an order, dismount to fight!" The heralds ran back and forth on the hillside, shouting hoarsely. There were more and more stones and corpses on the ground, and he didn't run as fast as he walked on horseback. Finding that the road was blocked, the Turks had to jump off their horses to clear the road. Feathered arrows flying down from the mountain mercilessly shot the sluggish ones to death, adding another layer of thickness to the obstacle with their corpses.

"Dismount, dismount, the Great Khan has an order, divide the troops to counterattack!" After paying hundreds of lives, the lucky Turks had to adjust their tactics, some of them continued to brave the rain of arrows to clear the road, while others jumped off their horses and fought with knives on the mountain beams.

They didn't dare to turn back and exit the valley, the legendary soldiers and horses of the King of Qin from all over the country were coming one after another, and if they were delayed outside the valley for one more day, they might not have the opportunity to return to the grassland. They did not dare to surrender to the enemy, for for a month and a half they had done so much that they knew they would not receive mercy.

The ambush soldiers occupied a favorable geographical position, but they were far from the other side in numbers. Soon, the target of the feathered arrow had to be moved from the bottom of the valley to the halfway up the mountain, and in the individual forward positions, the soldiers had already begun hand-to-hand combat with the rushing tribal samurai.

Hand-to-hand combat is Luo Shixin's favorite, and he prefers this kind of face-to-face fighting to hide under the command of the commander and dispatch the whole army. Especially in the face of the Turks who look like they don't bear any resemblance to themselves, it is particularly easy to slash and kill. Luo Shixin found that he had already liked this kind of battle with other races, and if he was in the Central Plains, after sending too many enemies to meet the king of Hades, he would have to be beaten by Zhang Xutuo or Qin Shubao. Even Li Xu, who was about the same age as him, always put on a straight face and told him to do less killing. But unlike when fighting with foreign races, since the army passed through Xinzhou, Li Xu has not said a word about his indiscriminate killing. And Qin Shubao did even worse, although he was unable to participate in the final battle because of his leg injury, he repeatedly told Luo Shixin that he wanted him to eliminate the evil and make sure that the Turks would not dare to look south in their lives.

"Troubled times have come! If the Turks retreated unscathed. The next time they come in, the entire Central Plains will be wiped out! Before saying goodbye to everyone, Qin Shubao said worriedly. Luo Shixin understood the word "catastrophe", and around Lao County, he had personally inspected the villages that had been sacked by the Turks. Bleaker than anything he could have imagined, the huge village seemed to have fallen from the world to hell, and there was no living person to be seen. Occasionally, a few screams can be heard, which are wild dogs that have lost their owners fighting over a decomposing corpse. The eyes of these animals turned green, like ghosts and fires drifting around.

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"Ahh Turkic Pero howled loudly and struck the leather shield with his scimitar with a thumping sound. More than 100 tribal warriors rushed to the front of the county soldiers and quickly pounced forward to the beat of drums. The county soldiers held spears and stabbed them, and more than a dozen samurai were pierced through the chest by the lance, and they were devastated on the spot. The rest pushed the spear with their knives and howled into the county soldiers.

The lance stabbed from all sides, stabbing several tribal warriors who were rushing too fast into a hornet's nest. The blood hissed and splattered in all directions. At the same time, there was also a gap in the formation of the county soldiers, and several sturdy samurai swung their swords in the gap, slashing out several waves of blood.

"Stay in formation, the first row goes back, the second row goes forward!" Rothsin shouted and reminded the brothers to cooperate with one another. The lance in his hand swam around like an oolong, turning the tribal warriors who pounced on him into corpses one by one. But more and more Turks came running, forgetting their lives one by one, and in a few breaths, they forced the county soldiers to retreat more than a dozen steps.

"Ahh Turkic Pero turned his back to the sky, his blood-red teeth bared in the firelight. The scimitar and leather shield in his hand hit each other non-stop, like a war drum, adjusting the morale of his subordinates and the rhythm of the attack. Luo Shixin's eyes were attracted by his actions, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he quickly pulled out the lance from the corpse of a tribal warrior, and then with a wave of one hand, he threw the lance as a spear.

The lance roared angrily in the air, and the Turkic Peiluo, who was shouting, heard the exclamations of his subordinates and hurriedly raised his shield to save himself. The lance struck the shield and tore the thick raw cowhide like a piece of paper, and then continued forward, clinging to the Turkic Pero's arm, stabbing him in the chest, piercing through two layers of leather armor, flesh, ribs, and back, pushing him down and nailing him to the ground.

"Ahh The shouting stopped abruptly. With a face full of disbelief, Turkic Peiro gripped the lance that had pierced his body with both hands, and struggled desperately. Black blood gushed down his mouth, nostrils, and ears, staining the dead branches and leaves around him red.

"Lance!" Luo Shixin opened his hand, and his own soldier immediately handed over another hardwood lance. Without aiming, Luo Shixin threw the lance in his hand at another Turk who was relatively gorgeously dressed. The lance leaped a distance of more than twenty paces under the gaze of countless people, struck the target back quickly, and then crashed into a dead tree, firmly connecting the human corpse to the trunk.

"Ahh The howls of the Turkic warriors turned into exclamations. Two generals were killed in a flick of a finger, which greatly damaged their morale. Taking advantage of the disruption of the enemy's offensive rhythm, Luo Shixin picked up a scimitar on his toes, and then he held the long lance handed by his own soldiers in one hand and the knife in the other, shouting and coming out of the crowd.

"Beat the robbers!" Luo Shixin shouted, and with a sweep of the lance, smashed the three panicked tribal warriors into a rolling gourd. Then, he slashed diagonally, and the scimitar slashed at an opponent who rushed up from the side. The blade, which had no sharpness at all, dragged down the opponent's chin all the way to the lower abdomen, sawing through all the armor and flesh, revealing all the contents of the stomach.

The Turkic warrior felt a heart-rending pain, followed by a chill that penetrated deep into his soul. At the moment of falling to the ground, he instinctively bent his neck and saw his belly and six organs rolling outward with hot air. More than a month ago, he used a similar method to torture and kill a tired Central Plains woman, watching the woman roll and struggle in a pool of blood, laughing. Today, he suddenly heard his own laughter, and the haunting disturbance came from the sky, as if it were the echo of the day, and it never drifted away.

The last shred of strength in his body quickly dried up with the blood, and the curly-haired and blue-eyed Turkic warrior stopped breathing. It turned out that there was a price to pay for killing people and setting fires, and at the last moment of his life, he finally understood this truth. It is a pity that the time has been missed, and no one listens to his confession anymore.

Stepping through the blood of the enemy or his own people, Luo Shixin found another opponent. The Turkic warrior was very young, and his sparse beard was clearly visible in the light of the fire. Seeing Luo Shixin's fierce and vicious appearance, the samurai was obviously afraid. "It's not me, I didn't do anything!" Instinctively compelled him to retreat while lying in Turkic. But the other party obviously did not understand Turkic, and his eyes were always on his waist. There is a beautiful sachet there, which is usually made by girls from the Central Plains for their future husbands, and the needles and threads are full of affection. It's a pity that the mandarin duck above was once stained with blood, and the Turkic warriors were careless, thinking about bringing it back to the grassland to give to their own women, but they were unwilling to take a moment to wash the blood stains.

The lance in Luo Shixin's left hand pierced through the sachet, stacking the two blood stains on top of each other. "Mother!" The young Turkic warrior fell limp to his knees and rolled down the hillside. The last word, Luo Shixin understood. He paused in his footsteps, stopped his pursuit of the enemy, and disappeared into his own ranks.

Under the counterattack of the county soldiers, the samurai of the tribe who had lost their leader retreated. Luo Shixin brandished a scimitar that had been cut through the gap, and ordered his brothers to restore their formation. Several Turkic warriors retreated a little slowly, and the soldiers squeezed through in a neat phalanx, raising their swords and lances together, and in an instant, they were reduced to pieces.

Without waiting for the soldiers to cheer for the partial victory, another group of tribal warriors took the place of the rout, and killed them against the slope. Both sides abandoned their horses and hedged with their own skill and courage. Luo Shixin met a Turk armed with an iron axe and forced the opponent to advance with a series of rapid straight stabs. The Turkic warriors, who were known for their strength, could not get close to Luo Shixin, so they could only passively block the defenses. After a few moves, sweat broke out on his head, and blood splattered on his shoulder sockets, ribs, and legs.

"Ya-yaa-yah!" The Turkic Burke, who had been wounded in many parts of his body, was arrogant, and struck Luo Shixin the shoulder, and then quickly twisted his body and slashed the iron axe in his right hand at the mallet. He is fully sure that he will break the lance, and after breaking the lance, he can use the axe against the hands of the enemy general.

"Boom!" The sharp blade struck the target without any tricks, but the expected cracking sound was not heard. "Ahh Turkic Burke let out a pig-killing scream, and both arms hung down. Luo Shixin actually chose to abandon the lance at the last moment, causing most of the Turkic Burke's thunderous blows to be smashed into the air, and the huge inertia on the axe strained his shoulder holding the axe, and the moment the lance was knocked away, the power on the falling lance was transmitted to the lance, picking off the other shoulder of the Turkic Burke.

"I'll let you scream!" Luo Shixin took a step forward, and his big fist smashed straight into the bridge of Turkic Burke's nose. In the darkness of the night, the sound of the broken neck bone was so clear that it almost drowned out the shouts of the four rounds. "I'll let you run and take advantage!" Luo Shixin's right fist was withdrawn, and his left fist came again, smashing Turkic Burke's head that was bent back again. Immediately after, he picked up the opponent's large axe from the ground, cut off the head of Turkic Burke with one axe, and kicked it far away with his foot.

"Isn't there anyone in the Central Plains who deceived me?" With an axe, Luo Shixin slashed a Turkic warrior with a knife into two pieces. "Isn't it okay to deceive my court?" He doesn't need an answer, he just needs the intruders to pay the price they deserve. A shepherd threw a noose and wrapped it around his arms. Luo Shixin pulled the shepherd directly to his side, picked up the axe and slapped it down, slapping the shepherd's head directly into the chest.

"I want to take advantage, unless all the men in my Central Plains are dead!" Luo Shixin raised the snatched tomahawk high, "Brothers, give the robbers some color!" His cry echoed among the mountains, and for a moment, it seemed as if the Great Wall in the distance and the rocks in the vicinity came to life, raising their arms accordingly.

The Central Plains is indeed facing a lot of internal worries, and the Central Plains Imperial Court is indeed unsatisfactory. But that is not a reason for a foreign enemy to invade. As long as there is a man and a half, sooner or later the robbers will give back to themselves exponentially.

This is an oath written into the Great Wall and written into the mountains and rivers. Not only Luo Shixin, but also the common oath of all those who flow with Chinese blood.

Singing in the history, I heard it in my dreams, and I heard it when I woke up.

Note 1: In Turkic language, "Ye Hu" is the head of a branch of a clan, "Burke" is the son of a nobleman, and "Ji" and "Peiluo" are both generals. "Dagan", also known as a big arrow, is similar to the captain in the Central Plains military system. Small arrows, ten people long.

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