The cavalry of the Left Tent Court and the allied forces of the Yan, Song and Qi Kingdoms, under the leadership of the Prince of Longqing, broke through the Tang Realm and drove straight in, without any resistance in the first few days.

The northeastern border army of the Tang Dynasty was destroyed, although many Tang troops were still alive, but those people were struggling to survive under the pursuit of the Yan people, and even if they fled back to the Tang Realm, they had been disrupted and could not exert their combat power.

These coalition forces that invaded the Tang Realm, especially those grassland cavalry from the wasteland, acted recklessly on the territory of the eastern Tang Kingdom, burning, killing and looting, and doing all kinds of evil, the arms of the grassland cavalry were stuffed with gold and silver, and with an excited look on their faces, they urged the mounts under them to gallop back and forth on the official road.

Long Qing looked at this scene under the hillside, frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Rectify military discipline, don't delay time in these poor and remote places, we must arrive in Chang'an City as quickly as possible." ”

The subordinates took the order and left, but some generals had a different opinion.

The undefeated prestige of the Tang State for thousands of years left an indelible fear in the hearts of these generals, and although the war was smooth at this time, they never had the luxury of really attacking Chang'an City, including those steppe cavalry. They thought that they should withdraw after plundering the land of the Tang State to prevent the Tang people's counterattack and retaliation.

"Today's Tang Kingdom is not the Tang Kingdom of the past, the pair of sisters and brothers in Chang'an City made mistakes, of course, even if they don't make any mistakes, it is impossible to persevere, because this is the sky to destroy the Tang Dynasty. ”

Long Qing said: "Now that the Tang Kingdom is under enemy on all sides, there is no Tang army in front of us, Chang'an City is empty and defenseless, it is the opportunity given to us by Haotian, if we don't grasp it, we will be punished by God." ”

One of the generals said: "Even if you attack the city of Chang'an...... It doesn't make sense either, everyone knows. Chang'an City is impossible to break. What are we going to do then?"

"There is no such thing as an impenetrable city in this world. ”

Long Qing didn't explain more, in today's world, there are only a few people, including him. Knowing the true plan of the Xiling Temple, the Golden Horde went south and conquered the Tang Dynasty. It's just a trick to cover the eyes, or a means to make the Tang army exhausted, and what Xiling Temple wants is that Chang'an City is undefended.

A qiē is all for that array of eye pestles.

The Xiling Temple was confident that it would be able to obtain the array eye pestle.

The Tang people thought that Chang'an City could not be breached, so they transferred the army to various places, and the Xiling Temple obtained the array eye pestle, and broke the shocking array, and Chang'an City would usher in a massacre.

Long Qing lightly lifted the reins of his horse and walked down the hillside.

The ears of wheat in the fields hung heavily. The golden sea dances with the autumn wind.

The view is very beautiful.

The farmhouse on the edge of the farmland has been set on fire. Black smoke rises. The screams of the Tang people could be faintly heard.

Long Qing remembered many years ago, after he failed to climb the second floor of the academy. The day he quietly left Chang'an City.

That day, he saw the beautiful pastoral scenery of the Tang Kingdom, the farmhouses painted in various colors, and the Tang people who lived peacefully and happily. At that time, he swore that one day he would return to the Tang Kingdom and burn all this qiē clean.

He asked the generals to clean up military discipline, not because he had pity for the Tang people, but just for the needs of the march. In fact, he thinks that the images of being burned and slaughtered are the truly beautiful landscapes.

Long Qing's face was exposed outside the silver mask, and a happy smile appeared.

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Tens of thousands of allied troops were wreaking havoc in the eastern wilderness of the Tang Kingdom, and no matter how strict the military discipline was, it was impossible to completely prohibit it, not to mention that most of them were scattered steppe cavalry.

Under the military order of the prince of Longqing, most of the grassland cavalry gathered in accordance with the order and went to Chang'an City in the west with the military flag, but there were still more than 1,000 cavalry stranded in the rear.

These steppe cavalry believed that with their own riding skills, it would not take long to catch up with the large army in front, so they were not in a hurry to get on the road, but were in a hurry to plunder everywhere.

They had long known that the Central Plains was rich, and the lives of the people of the Tang Kingdom were even more prosperous, but it was not until they entered the Tang Realm that they found that the imagination of the Central Plains standing in the wasteland turned out to be so ridiculous, and the wealth accumulated in an ordinary Tang village actually exceeded that of a medium tribe on the grassland!

Those exquisite silks and gold and silver treasures made them reluctant to leave, and those *** beautiful Tang women made them saliva flow, so many people decided to sweep again before the war.

Dozens of steppe cavalry from the Left Tent Palace, brandishing scimitars in their hands, let out sharp whistles and laughter, rushed into a small village in the mountain col.

This small village is far away from the official road, and luckily avoided the large forces of the coalition army, and the refugees from the surrounding areas also took the small road to hide here, and now it is crowded with more than 100 people.

The vast majority of these refugees were old and weak, women and children, and the men in the family had all died in battle with the steppe cavalry by the time their village was destroyed.

The steppe cavalry gathered everyone together and began to loot the contents of the room, but the village was really remote and relatively poor, so they did not gain much.

The steppe cavalry was very dissatisfied, and cursed angrily.

The old and weak women and children who were gathered in the center of the village, who could not understand what these barbarians were scolding, all bowed their heads in silence, and only the girl in the arms of the old woman stared at these steppe cavalry.

The girl was too young to know exactly what had happened, but she knew that her home had been burned down by the bad guys in the tattered leather clothes, and that her father had been killed by the bad guys who smelled bad, so her eyes were full of hatred.

A steppe cavalryman was angry at the fact that he had gained so little today, and suddenly looked at the girl's hateful eyes, and suddenly became angry, and walked towards the crowd with a scimitar in his hand.

He raised the scimitar in his hand.

Several old men in the crowd stood up angrily, trying to stop him.

But the scimitar has fallen.

The girl was not hacked to death.

Because the scimitar fell to the ground, there was a crisp crashing sound.

The steppe cavalryman, with an arrow in his eye, fell straight down.

The feathers of that arrow were a little messy, not like the standard weapons of the Tang Army.

The steppe cavalrymen were taken aback, and in a short time remounted their horses, removed their short wooden bows from their shoulders, and looked vigilantly at the mountain forest behind the village.

An arrow whistled.

An arrow flew out of the forest. Shoot into the shoulder socket of a steppe cavalryman. Blood is spurring.

Far from being surprised, the steppe cavalry showed joy and shouted loudly. And he urged the horses to go around the mountain forest.

Through the characteristics of the arrows, they determined that the archers in the mountains and forests were definitely not regular Tang troops, but more likely hunters. A few days ago, many of the tribe's brothers were killed by the Orions of the Tang people.

Orions are in a team of three or two at most, as long as there is a trace, where is the opponent of these elite cavalry?

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Yang Erxi hid his body behind the tree, clutched the boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, his shoulders against the trunk, and the sole of his right foot lightly stepped on the ground, looking a little nervous.

Compared to when you left home. He lost a lot of weight, he got a lot darker, and his face was messy and bearded. There were a few bloody cuts on the dry lips. It looks like a wolf.

The sound of hooves gradually came, and the steppe cavalry surrounded the mountain forest. He dodged out of the tree, drew his bow and fired a bolt that struck one of the horsemen in the waist and abdomen.

It was confirmed that there was only one archer hidden in the forest, and the three grassland cavalrymen held short wooden bows and fired continuously, forcing Yang Erxi to hide behind the trees and not dare to probe at all, while the rest of the cavalry surrounded him from an oblique place.

From time to time, the sound of tuk-tuk sounded on the trunk of the tree, the bark splashed, and the occasional arrow grazed the body.

Dealing with the Orions of the Tang Dynasty, the grassland cavalry was already very experienced, and Yang Erxi could not make any counterattack at all, so he could only watch the enemy rush to the outside of the mountains and forests.

He was in a desperate situation, but he didn't have any look of fear on his face except for a little shortness of breath.

At this moment, the sound of breaking the sky sounded intensively, and a violent rain of arrows fell in the mountains and forests!

The more than 20 steppe cavalrymen who charged at the forefront were suddenly shot into hedgehogs, fell from their mounts, covered in blood, and died on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, I only listened to the sound of stepping on the grass and rubbing the trees, and the sound of footsteps, I don't know how many people rushed out from the depths of the mountains and forests, killing the grassland cavalry like wolves and tigers!

The still alive steppe cavalry let out a cry of shock and anger, with a look of fear on their faces, desperately pulling the ropes, trying to turn their horses and run away.

If you can understand the barbarian language, you will know that the word shouted by these steppe cavalry is ambush.

They thought they had fallen into an ambush by the Tang army.

More than 100 people rushed out of the mountains and forests, some wearing ordinary cotton clothes, some wearing silk shirts, most of them were dressed as farmers, and none of them were wearing the costumes of the Tang Army.

These people are all a little older, and they have all kinds of weapons in their hands, such as Yang Erxi with a pitchfork in his hand, some with a hammer in his hand, and most of them with straight knives in their hands.

The sharp straight knife is the weapon of the Tang army.

Are these people Tang Jun?

They are not the Don Army.

They used to be the Don Army.

They have been discharged from the army and are now merchants, dart thugs, and farmers.

But when the Tang Dynasty needed them, they were the Tang Army.

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Yang Erxi smashed a steppe cavalryman from his horse to the ground, and then stepped forward, flipped his hands, and the heavy pitchfork drew an arc in the air, stabbing into the opponent's chest fiercely.

Then he stepped forward, stretched out his right foot and stepped on the body of the steppe cavalryman, and pulled his hands outward with all his might, only to hear a pop, and several more bloody holes appeared in the horseman's chest.

The whole set of movements was very smooth and skillful, and I think he had repeated it many times.

Holding the pitchfork, he ran to a steppe cavalryman in front of him, who was alone and surrounded by his companions, muttering to himself with some annoyance, how can I get a knife today.

"Get out of the way!" he shouted.

The steppe cavalryman had been slashed with a knife, covered in blood, unconscious, leaning against a tree, wielding the scimitar in his hand in pure instinct, where did he still have the ability to resist.

The Tang people who surrounded this cavalry heard Yang Erxi's anxious roar, understood what he meant, and tacitly made a way to leave this enemy to him.

Yang Erxi ran to the dying steppe cavalryman, spat in his palm, and smashed his fork down, naturally as if he was doing farm work at home.