The remnant sun was like blood, Hua Ying, the vanguard general of the Northern Army of Datang Town, stood in the hunting wind, watched the smoke and dust in the distance fade away, and finally relaxed, her body was shaky, and she was supported by Situ Yilan beside her.

On the field more than 100 miles outside the valley river, there was blood and corpses everywhere, but it was blown by the strong wind from the north for a whole day, and the fishy smell was not too heavy, but the heaven and earth were still bloody after all.

This war began to be prepared in the early morning, until the cavalry began to contact in the afternoon, and fought until dusk, before the final victory was finally determined, and it was of course the Tang Army that won the final victory.

The cavalry of the Golden Horde suffered heavy casualties, and several high priests sent to the front died in the melee, and at the last moment, the young slave strong man Ata was forcibly recalled by the national teacher, escorting the seriously wounded Loeb, and retreating with the remnants of the army, thus escaping the fate of being crushed by the iron cavalry.

-- General Xu Chi prepared 700 Xuanjia heavy cavalry for this young slave, and waited on the edge of the battlefield all the time, in order to rush him to death directly when he waited for the rear of the palace.

The Golden Horde court was routed to the north, and some Tang troops began to pursue, and some Tang troops began to clean up the battlefield.

This most tragic field battle in the past thousand years naturally created the most tragic battlefield, everywhere there were arms cut off by the Pu knife, disembowelment corpses everywhere, pools of blood everywhere, disturbing mosquitoes and flies everywhere, and painful moans everywhere.

The Tang Army's medical team kept moving through the wilderness, the cavalry carried stretchers with superb horsemanship, sent the wounded comrades to the barracks, and the most seriously injured soldiers would be dragged back to the Guhe military village in carts for further management, and people competed for time to try to keep more people alive.

In addition to treating comrades and collecting weapons and armor, cleaning the battlefield also had another important mission, that is, accepting surrenders, collecting prisoners and wounded soldiers who could no longer fight - hundreds of Tang troops led war horses to walk on the field, strangely. But there was no captive in sight.

A steppe barbarian lay in the weeds, staring at the gray sky, his eyes unusually desperate, his chest slightly heaving to prove that he was not dead, and his pale face was covered with blood.

A shadow fell on his face, followed by a blade.

One of the Golden Horde was crushed by the corpse of his own mount, and his broken ribs pierced the lobes of his lungs. Blood foam kept spurting out from between his lips, and he couldn't die for a while, and he wailed in pain.

When he saw those Tang soldiers walking over with bloody knives, instead of being afraid and desperate, he showed a look of joy and shouted something in the grassland dialect. Full of begging looks.

The ordinary soldiers of the Zhenbei Army could speak rudely, and the Tang soldiers who came over understood this sentence, looked at each other, and hesitated, so at this moment, Wang Wuyi limped over and raised his knife with an expressionless face. Hack the dying Golden Horde to death, and cut off his head by the way.

One Tang soldier said: "We just don't want to give him pleasure. ”

"It has nothing to do with us whether he is happy or not, and I cut off his head, not to show my mercy, but to ...... With so many heads to chop off, I don't have time to wait for you. ”

After saying this, Wang Wu led the war horse and walked towards the meadow with denser corpses in front of him. Behind him. A cart followed, and it was already piled with the heads of the steppe people.

Wang Wu and his comrades-in-arms really didn't want to give pleasure to those seriously injured steppe barbarians, and the reason why they did this was not out of humanitarian considerations, but because they needed these heads.

They wanted the heads of these steppe people, which had nothing to do with merit, purely because the General's Mansion issued an iron order. The heads of all steppe people must be cut off and then concentrated.

As for the capture of prisoners...... There are no prisoners on the battlefield today.

Looking at the surrounding fields, looking at the bloody remnant sun and the bloody heaven and earth. A satisfied smile appeared on Hua Ying's somewhat pale cheeks, and then he coughed, his beard splattered red with blood.

As a pioneer general, his achievements today are naturally the greatest, but he really doesn't care about these, and he knows very well that he doesn't need to care about these things in the future.

"You should know very well why I've been struggling on the frontier all these years. ”

Hua Ying's voice was a little choppy and tired, but she had a clear spirit.

Situ Yilan was silent and helped him sit firmly on the meadow.

The Hua family was loyal to Li Yu, and in the battle for the throne a few years ago, he once played a very disgraceful role, but was forcibly suppressed by Ning Que and the first empress, Hua Shanyue died, and the Hua family also declined rapidly.

I believe that after this battle, those past will be forgotten.

But Hua Ying can't forget those pasts.

"Academy...... Or rather, Mr. Thirteen, is really a ruthless person. ”

Looking at the tragic pictures around him, he thought about the tragic experience of the Hua family, and thought of the dozens of Gushan County sons and daughters who were sent to the front line to die, and shook his head.

"If he had asked the Zhenbei Army to receive those wild horses in advance, even if it was just to talk to the general or me in advance, I don't think so many people would have died in the past three years. ”

Situ Yilan was silent.

As a student in the front yard of the academy, as a former friend of Ning Que and a current follower, she did not agree with Hua Ying's opinion, but at this moment she couldn't justify anything, because in the whole three years, because of the lack of war horses, Tang Jun paid too much price, and too many people died today.

"But...... I love it. Hua Ying suddenly laughed.

He continued with admiration and emotion: "The Golden Horde is really powerful...... His method should be the least dead...... It's just that in this process, he must be ruthless to the end, only in this way can he win this national war at the lowest cost, I admire him very much, and I sympathize with him. ”

This passage is very complicated, and even a little illogical, but Situ Yilan understands it.

Hua Ying looked at the grassland in the twilight in the distance, looked at the smoke and dust, looked at the enemies who fled in a panic, and looked at the soldiers of the Beida Battalion who were not far from the rear, and finally closed her eyes.

He still had a smile on his face, a smile of satisfaction.

Completely defeating the cavalry of the Golden Horde, and watching the eloquent Shan Yu and the unfathomable national teacher flee like dogs, is undoubtedly the most beautiful thing for a Tang general.

Being able to see this scene is naturally blinding.

Situ Yilan stretched out his hand to his nose and stayed for a moment, silent for a long time, and finally let go of his hand, laid the body flat on the meadow, and motioned for the military doctor who had been waiting to come forward to deal with it.

She stood up, still in the middle of the hunt.

In the tragic battle, part of the Tang Dynasty Wangqi was burned. The charred black is ugly, but the gold thread inside is still dazzling and brilliant in the twilight, and it seems to last forever.

She looked around under the wreckage flag and looked to the north.

The remnants of the Golden Horde are fleeing north with all their might.

The Zhenbei army defeated the main force of the royal court. It does not mean total annihilation.

Hua Ying didn't remind her of anything before she died, and she didn't leave a last word that she must not let Shan Yu run away, because he knew very well that this time the Golden Horde would not regain its vitality.

Because those steppe people moved south, down to the south.

If the grassland people still stay on the front line of the Seven Cities Walled City, instead of attacking with this posture of fierce wildfire. Even if defeated, there is a good chance of escaping back to the depths of the steppe, as it has been for hundreds of years.

In the vast grassland, it will be extremely difficult to fight and even more difficult to find after summer, and at that time, it will be difficult for the Tang army to completely annihilate the other side. But now that the steppe people have gone too deep south, and even passed through the Xiangwan Plains, how can they escape back?

Situ Yilan did not think that the steppe people could escape back, and he would not allow the steppe people to escape back.

She looked at the messy smoke and dust in the north and said, "Rest, and then prepare for the pursuit." ”

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It was very noisy in the vanguard camp of the Zhenbei Army, and the smell of hemp boiling wafted everywhere, in the row of iron furnaces to the east. The sound of weapons being pounded was endless, but not much was spoken.

After a whole day of bloody fighting, the generals and soldiers were exhausted to the extreme, and the Tang army also paid a very tragic price, that is, even General Hua Ying finally died of blood loss - regaining hope in a desperate situation, and then defeating a strong enemy, the atmosphere in the barracks was naturally good. But it was more silent.

The flattest meadow at the rear of the pioneer camp had been cut off and quieter than the camp, so that the sound of the black donkey chewing grapes was clear.

The fourth senior brother walked in front of the broken chariot. Pointing to the junior brother and junior sister, he introduced to the black donkey: "That's the sixth junior brother and the seventh junior sister, I started earlier than them, ranking fourth. ”

The black donkey was still very reserved, nodded and didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart, fortunately, it was not the second or third year he met, otherwise if he was talking about the entry time, wouldn't he have to salute them first?

The big black horse shook his head, ran over happily, looked around, did not see the familiar figure, and immediately lowered his head, looking a little disappointed.

"I don't know where the little junior brother is. The fourth senior brother explained: "...... In fact, since he left Chang'an City, no one knows his whereabouts. ”

In this bloody and tragic battle, the mysterious national teacher never made a move, and he responded to Shan Yu at the beginning, and then quickly retreated north with the most elite and loyal 30,000 Duoer horsemen of the royal court.

Or it was because of this that Ning Que didn't make a move, and he didn't appear until after the war, no one knew where he went, just like this past spring, he disappeared again.

The big black horse was a little lost, paced above the meadow, looked at the sun that was about to be swallowed by the ground, silent, it knew that the sun was actually swallowed by the black sea in the north.

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The sun that never sets on the grassland was the emperor of the Desolate Empire at the earliest, then the great priest of light who founded the Demon Sect, and then Shan Yu of the Golden Horde Court.

Shan Yu has always thought that he is the sun, and even if it falls, he will still get up again tomorrow. But today he felt as if he might have a hard time getting up again.

Thirty thousand of the most loyal Duo'er rode to escort him to Weicheng, General's injuries were stable, and with the help of the high priest quickly recovered, and when the young slave Ata stood silently in front of his bed, he still had enough strength and enough strong men, and he also had a national teacher.

But he still felt like he was struggling at the bottom of the icy sea, suffocating at any moment.

Because, he was scared.

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(This chapter is revised.) ）