In the middle of the Turkic camp, a barefoot and bare-chested brutal Turkic man was sleeping on his mattress, the ground was littered with smashed wine jars, and the air was filled with a foul smell of fish.

A woman curled up in the corner of the tent naked, I don't know if it was because of the cold or fear, huddled in a ball, two rows of teeth fighting on top and bottom, her body covered with bruises, obviously suffering a lot of abuse.

The Turks broke through the Juyong Pass, and then captured Changping, and drove straight in, during which it was indispensable to burn, kill, and plunder. In less than a month, I don't know how many people in the Central Plains have been separated from their wives and families. The Turks have always been barbaric, and they have come to the south for the Kou, so they don't understand what is the way to long-term peace and stability, killing is inevitable, this poor woman originally had a happy family, but overnight, her husband and children died tragically at the hands of the Turkic beasts, and at this moment she was already disheartened.

There were many others who suffered the same fate as her, the Turks plundered the people as slaves, and there were no less than 30,000 slaves in the camp alone. When the Turks evacuated, they would be taken to the steppe and turned into pigs and sheep to be enslaved. But she wasn't going to give up hope just like that, she hid a rusty knife under the blanket, slowly approached the Turk, pressed his head, and stabbed the knife into his throat!

Seeing the smell of blood bubbling out of her throat, she felt a burst of pleasure, and immediately bent down and cried bitterly. She killed a nobleman of a high Turkic status, in charge of this 10,000-strong Turkic wolf horse, he died, and soon the other Turks would react, and now there are two ways in front of her, one is to escape, and the other is to wait for death.

Escaping, not to mention that there are so many people in this Turkic camp, must be on guard, how can she, a weak woman, run there? Her family is dead, she is adrift in the world alone, what is the interest of living, it is better to die......

She closed her eyes, grabbed the dagger, and was about to stab it in the throat. Suddenly, she noticed that the candle flame had jumped, very slightly, but extremely unusual. Thinking she was dazzled, she rubbed her eyelids vigorously and looked at them again. The eight butter candles are all jumping, jumping very neatly, "suddenly, suddenly, suddenly", with a demonic rhythm.

She saw a meteor glide from the northeast and quickly fall into her camp. Meteors slid across the inky night sky and spread out above the company camp, as gorgeous as a goddess scattering flowers.

Most of the "petals" hit the ground, jumped, and went out in an instant.

A small number of orange-red "petals" were unfortunately splashed on the curtains made of kudzu or linen, which quickly caused a blaze.

“…… Enemy attack! Hurry up and fight! "Someone used Turkic to wake up the sleeping people, and they looked very alarmed, it was not a meteor or a celestial maiden scattering flowers, but someone was attacking the camp of the Turks!

The second, third, and fourth meteors followed, accompanied by oppressive thunder, bringing the flames of death into the barracks!

Someone in the tent closest to the outside of the barracks was awakened and jumped out of the tent with a suit on. They didn't know what was going on, and instinctively let out a scream when they saw that they were actually sleeping in the firelight. Soon, these mournful screams intertwined and merged into a song of lamentation from all directions. The entire Turkic camp suddenly became devoid of order and order.

I don't know what came in the night, the earth rumbled, similar to the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground, but it was muffled, thin, and short than the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground, and each stroke was trampled on their hearts. They swept through the barracks like a wind, firing countless rockets into the barbarians' resting tents, and the flames spread through the barracks at unimaginable speed!

What spreads faster than the fire is the fear in people's hearts. More and more Turks rushed out of their tents, unarmed and unclothed. Out of human instinct, they fled to the depths of the camp!

This is often the case, panic is contagious, and during the march and battle, as long as there are so many people who turn around and escape, the army's heart will collapse into scattered sand in an instant!

"They're going to run in front of me!" "If you don't run, it's too late!" "That's what almost everybody thinks.

And so the rout was presented, and the men who were resting in the depths of the camp were awakened from their sleep by the chaotic footsteps around them, and without thinking much they joined the fleeing process, and ran to the deeper part of the camp with a cry and a cry with the rout!

In the midst of the burning fire, the crowd surged, and the breath of panic and death filled every corner of the robbers' hearts, and they now only hated their father and mother for not giving them two more legs! In particular, after the earth-shattering shouts of killing came from the front camp, their resistance became even more fragile.

If the coach can stand up at this time and calm down the morale of the army a little, maybe relying on the numerical advantage, they can redeem the defeat a little, but the boss was killed in his tent, then the so-called recovery of the defeat is naturally impossible to talk about.

The battle had been completely lost, although he had not seen even a shadow of the enemy until now. When more than a third of the people began to flee for their lives, the Turks had no illusions about gathering the remaining two-thirds to turn defeat into victory.

There were few enemy troops, even less than they thought of five thousand. At this moment, only more than 50 war horses jumped over the wooden fence on the outside of the camp. But no one stepped forward to stop them, the fortification of this large Turkic battalion was really fragile and pitiful, except for a few Turkic main forces that were slightly able to fight, the rest were a group of vassal tribes, who had no loyalty to the wolf banner of the Turks.

Before the Qi army could enter the camp, they had already been shot down by the rockets that came one after another, and they had the courage to resist. Seeing the old soldiers who quickly killed the main army like a devilish armor soldier chopping vegetables, they were immediately even more unbearable than those petite girls who were plundered by them, and they almost didn't even have the courage to take a second look, and the tide was like a hula and retreated.

The harriers assembled in wooden fences, some with bows and arrows, others with torches and swords, and the burning tents illuminated their armor. They did not immediately rush deeper into the enemy camp, but in pairs. The captain who led the team blew the horn, and the bearers immediately lit the arrows in their hands on the torches in the hands of their neighbors, and then, they quickly released the bowstrings, and countless rockets rained down like raindrops, and a new round of catastrophe ...... Here we go!

The tent closest to the outside of the company camp almost burst into flames, and the fire burned half of the sky red in an instant. On the side of the strange and terrible flames, the Turkic barbarians and the people who had just been encircled by the association scattered and fled. Between the burning tents, a group of ten light horsemen slowly advanced. The advance of the various teams of soldiers and horses is very slow, and it can even be said that they are accommodating the speed of the rout.

If you find yourself chasing too closely, stop and use torches to greet the tents that are not lit. When they found that their opponents were fleeing in a hurry, they chased after them without hurrying. The Turks, who had just woken up from their slumber, were unable to organize an effective resistance, and occasionally brave men rushed to the horses of the Iron Harriers, either being picked at them by the lance or hacked to death by the blades.

The Iron Harriers are extremely brave, and they have also made great military achievements in Fenzhou, and they are worthy of being the leaders of the forbidden army alongside Xianbei Baibao, and they are not in a hurry to take advantage of the victory to pursue and harvest people's heads.

Their discipline and tactical coordination are like sophisticated killing machines, and the harvest is a little slow, but it is surprisingly efficient. The resistance of the Turks armed in a short period of time was completely slaughtered in the time of a cup of tea, and the rest of the tribal vassals naturally scattered in a hurry, and many of them turned around and ran back, not to go back to gather men to resist, but to rush to bring those looted things.

A light cavalry swooped down from the flanks and scattered the money-hungry minions. The rider on horseback swung his knife and slashed, splitting the fugitive and the package on their backs. The gold and silver scattered all over the ground were extremely dazzling under the firelight, and even more dazzling than the gold and silver jewelry was the flying blood. Men writhed and crawled their wounded bodies, trying to crush the scattered gold and silver jewels under them, and the horses' hooves trampled mercilessly over them......

"Please, don't kill you!" There were nobles prostrate on the ground, with a panicked face, "We are willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender!" I just ask the generals to rest the sword soldiers! The others did the same, and fell on their knees, wailing. These wild wolves, who were fierce and cruel to the people, encountered even more brutal forces, and all of them became docile sheep.

The military boots stepped on the ground, and Gao Yanzong stopped in front of him, his burly body wrapped in iron armor was like a demon god. Several nobles trembled in their hearts, revealing flattering smiles, "General, I am willing to surrender." "The people of the Central Plains are polite but not thirsty for killing, and there is an essential difference between them and the grassland people, as long as the boat is pushed down the river, eighty percent can save their lives, besides, so many captives, there is always a need for someone to rule, right?

A few of their abacus sounded, and just as they were expecting, a knife light swept across his neck, and the big head fell to the ground. The bloody qi came to the face, everyone was stunned, Gao Yanzong put the long knife back into the sheath, and said lightly: "According to the rules, I have to spare your dog's life, but our military rations are not enough...... I don't want to keep a bunch of garbage. Someone—"

He said, "Draw two and kill one." Those who are lucky enough to survive will be incorporated into the Hu Congjun. ”

Someone was so frightened and frightened that he tried to stand up and was killed on the spot. The Qi army lined up groups of prisoners neatly, forced them to kneel on the ground, and neatly pulled out the long knives in their sheaths and cut them off one by one!

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The wind is roaring, and there are eagles hovering in the sky.

"The eagle's call today is strange!" The horsewhip of the picture tapped the stirrup and whispered. A few companions by his side laughed hesitantly: "Eagles are like this when they see hares...... They have been surrounding the pearl for several days, maybe they have already won Yuyang."

"Birth pearls?" The photographer sneered, and his blue eyes were full of ridicule. That person is a waste who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, a brainless horseman, counting on him to be able to defeat Yuyang, it is better to count on sheep to eat wolves!

“…… There's a gentle slope over there, which is more suitable for us to attack! The picture nodded diagonally forward with the horsewhip in his hand. The wolves rode together, and the leopards rushed to the distant hillside. The gentle slope was sparsely wooded, and the location was stuck in the main road into the mountain. Entering the intersection, and walking further, I saw a camp rising from the ground in front of me, full of corpses, and hundreds of heads hanging on the wall!