The Turgish, who were still fighting for control of the city, saw the Tang army entering the city and understood that the general trend had gone, so they threw down their weapons and knelt down to surrender, but this exotic city was still in chaos.

Bai Xiaode was covered in blood and walked out of the pile of corpses of the Tuqi Shi people, and the surrounding Tang troops were intimidated by his murderous aura and made way one after another.

The battle was over, and it seemed like he should find a place to rest and bandage the scars on his body. But he already had a new goal, and he was heading for a certain part of the city in the darkness of the night.

The Talas herdsmen, who had succeeded in capturing the city and survived, had also lost their purpose, their mission seemed to have been accomplished, and after tomorrow, the sheep and the house would be back in their hands, but at the moment the restless factor in their blood had not yet rested, and they still needed to vent.

When there is no goal, it is better to follow a person with a goal, who instinctively follows Bai Xiaode, in the direction of the Khan's tooth tent.

……

Li Siye saw Fu Meng Lingcha in the middle of the night, he was tired leaning against the earthen wall of the doorway, his eyelids were so sleepy that he wanted to close, the light of the flickering fire, the raging and frenzied shouts of the soldiers, blurred and drifting away in his eyes and eardrums. He didn't dare to imagine, he didn't dare to imagine that he had done such a life-and-death thing.

He didn't have such courage, let alone such ability, it was just a momentary fantasy, thinking that he had the dual guarantee of the protagonist's aura and the mission of a historical figure, but after the life-and-death struggle just now, he found that there is no so-called aura and fate, only danger and temporary luck.

There was light in front of him again, he didn't raise his eyelids, and a deep voice sounded in his ear like a whisper: "Is this Li Siye?" Carry him down on a stretcher and send a medical officer to treat his wounds! ”

He opened his eyes and saw Fermon Lingcha on his horse, holding a torch in one hand and bending down to look at him.

Li Siye smiled slightly: "General, don't worry, Li Siye can still hold out until sunrise tomorrow." ”

Fumeng Lingcha looked at him with admiration, sighed and said: "To tell the truth, I didn't have much hope for you here, and I didn't expect you to succeed, I have used manpower to build five or six siege towers, and I have also placed earthwork and timber for the construction of Yuliang Road, which are useless now." ”

"You have made great contributions to this battle, not because you took Talas in just one day, but also because of your dangerous fighting in the city, so that we don't have to sacrifice more lives in the city. Fu Meng Lingcha, thank you for the soldiers of the Seventh Army. ”

Fu Meng Lingcha sat up straight, and solemnly arched his hand towards Li Siye.

"I'll send someone to treat your wounds, and have a good night's rest."

Li Siye waved his hand: "General Fumeng, I can still do it, I want to gather the fifty of us to see how many are still alive and how many have died." ”

The moment he pushed open the city gate, his brothers who were fighting side by side were scattered by the influx of his own people, and in the darkness he didn't know how many people had quietly fallen, and in the end he was fighting alone.

"Alright then," said Fermon Lingcha, turning behind him, "send someone to lead a horse!" It's easier to find someone right away!"

Li Siye turned over his horse and walked slowly behind Fumeng's Chinese army, and when he passed through the door, he still saw the chaotic city of Talas, the fire burning in the hay field was still rising and raging, and the screams and roars in the city continued, as if it was going on a carnival all night.

Whoever won the city and took it was the natives of the city who suffered, some of whom were expelled from their homes and some remained in slavery. He recalled the pang of compassion on their faces when they set fire to the hay field with his own hands last night. It was their blood and sweat, and the thousands of acres of naturally growing pasture around the city of Talas were harvested, dried, piled up in the city, and then burned by themselves.

They saw a dozen people standing under the city wall, and hurriedly asked the people next to them for a torch, held it high in their hands, and turned their horses to shine over.

They leaned against the city wall in different forms, their faces covered in undried blood, their cheeks tired, and their eyes still full of charm.

He approached them with his legs between the belly of his horse, bent down with a torch in his hand, and asked, "How come we have so few left, what about them?"

Duan Xiushi leaned against the city wall and said weakly: "Some people may be dead, some people may still be alive, now it's dark, you can't find them, wait until dawn to find their bodies."

He turned over and dismounted, walked in front of everyone, and recognized their appearances, Yuan Tao, Fujimu, Tian Zhen, Zhang Zhiguo, Kubani, Ruo Shuluo, and Daniel Zhang.

"Where is Bai Xiaode?"

……

The Khan's tooth tent was surrounded by the Tang army and the Bahanna army, and the pro-protector army resisted stubbornly, and was fired by several rounds of arrows by the Tang army, losing most of them. The thoughts of these people are very simple, the credit for breaking the city has been taken away by others, and the credit for capturing the khan should always be fought for, and the two sides are almost rushing to shoot, and the arrows are smashed down without money, and all the war spirit that has not been vented on the city is vented on the heads of a small group of pro-protectors.

The Khan of Erwei soon issued an order from the Dome to all the pro-convoys to lay down their arms and kneel in surrender, and even the Khan himself and his brother Basyehu quietly knelt on both sides of the steps.

At this time, neither the Tang army nor the army of Bahana Khan dared to set foot in this territory again. You preemptively accepted the surrender of the enemy leader in front of General Fumon and Asirandar Khan, don't you want to be confused, no matter how stupid people are, they have such brains.

But there was a bloody young general with two guns on his back, leading a group of ragged people with messy knives and guns, from the middle ground between the Tang army and the Bahanna army, and squeezed in forcefully.

The people around them were furious, raised their crossbow arrows, and pulled up their horned bows, ready to shoot these blinding things!

"Who is this, so daring?"

One of the generals stretched out his hand to stop the angry actions of the soldiers: "Don't do it, General Fumeng will come right away!" This person is not under our jurisdiction and can be left to General Fumon for sanctions. ”

Bai Xiaode came to the kneeling khan with a gun, and put the tip of the gun on Erwei's neck, with a cold but no contempt.

His move caused the surprise and indignation of the Tang Army again, this person is dead! Dare to kill the khan in front of the general, do you think it is a merit to take the head? Wrong, it's sin.

"Be bold, put down your gun!"

Everyone lifted the lowered bows and crossbows again, and the horned bows and crossbows were densely arranged, and with just one volley, they could shoot people into hedgehogs.

Ignoring the men's threats, Bai Xiaode handed the tip of the gun forward, touching Khan's skin.

Erwei Khan closed his eyes and raised his head, and from the firelight he could see that his face was very handsome, and the high bridge of his nose was more like that of a noble prince. It's hard to imagine that there are such beautiful men among the savage and rough Turgish.

He didn't know which general was coming, so he had to tremble and say: "The head of the defeated army, who lost the foundation of his father Khan, is now in the hands of the Zunjia, who wants to kill or chop, listen to the honorable."

Bai Xiaode shook his head: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in killing you, is there a bastard with a half-bald head and three braids under your hands?"

Erwei Khan was surprised, and blurted out: "Piba Tutun?"

"That's right, it's him, where?"