"It's all Turkic blood!" The cavalry repeated Wang Tongdeng's words loudly, wantonly and delighted.

Wang Tong boarded his horse and looked around, only to see that the Modao Brigade and the Spear Battalion had arrived around the battlefield, and their appearance meant that the battle of the cavalry rush was basically over. Because Wang Tongdeng and other cavalry generals desperately blocked it, the Xia army completed the encirclement of most of the Turkic army, and the Mo knife men and spear battalions completely shattered the Turkic people's belief in resistance in all directions. The infantry of the Xia State was covered with heavy armor all over their bodies, and the formation marched like a wall, crushing the resistance like an iron mill, and the large formation of heavy armored infantry soldiers was encircled, and the Turkic cavalry was left with only two choices, surrender or die, and even the opportunity to exchange life for life was rare. Many of the Turkic generals abandoned their subordinate armies and fled to the point where they did not know what to do. Xu Wenhu also did not bother to chase after these fish that slipped through the net, he left these defeated generals to Messud to clean them up, and his ultimate goal was Messud.

The winter sun shone on the battlefield strewn with corpses, and countless blood soaked the desolate Gobi.

The crows hovering in the sky let out a desolate and terrifying cry, and groups of Turkic captives sat on the ground with their heads hung down, and they would serve long hours of labor until the end of the war. The sergeants happily collected the spoils of war, and most of the valuables that the enemy carried with them when they broke through were valuable. The officers had a share of the spoils, and most of them did not personally participate in the robbery, but maintained order on the battlefield or arbitrated for their sergeants. Xu Wenhu led a group of generals to inspect the battlefield, and everywhere he went, earth-shattering cheers sounded. The gray-haired old general smiled and waved at the sergeants in response to their reverence, however, when he looked down, the brim of his helmet obscured the gloom in his eyes.

Xu Wenhu likes to fight with certainty like Zhang Shanfu, but he is completely different from Zhang Shanfu in his bones. However, in the battle between the Xia Kingdom and the Turkic Great Eclipse, the battlefield was not only on the front, but also in the back. Although Xu Wenhu has been staying on the front line, he faintly feels the undercurrent surging in the rear. Most of the lieutenants and sergeants in the river were transferred to the front line, and there were still many tribes in the Wuhushui area that had not yet been fully subjugated, and the long-distance migration made them hungry and cold, and they were uprooted from their homes, leaving them resentful. It's not that Xia Guo doesn't want to appease them, but due to the constraints of the imperial court, he can only give the most basic care. If these Baiyi people, who were forced by the Xia State and the Turks, were deliberately instigated and connived at by someone with ulterior motives, a large-scale rebellion might break out.

Xu Wenhu did not doubt the power of Hezhong to pacify these rabble, and even vaguely knew the intentions of some people, but he would never allow these things to affect the stability of the war on the front line. Even though Zhang Shanfu personally served as the commander of the army on the Western Front, Xu Wenhu still firmly controlled most of the officers of the Anxi Military Division, and he sensed the emotions of the officers and warned them not to get involved in irrelevant matters. He has been urging the Baggage Division to send grain and grass to the front line, and asked the Prime Minister's Mansion and the prefectures and counties in Hezhong to protect the families of the soldiers who went on the expedition. Before the departure of the army, Xu Wenhu had a rare long talk with Zhang Shanfu, testing his attitude towards the undercurrents in the rear, and sternly indicating that he could ignore some people's small actions, but if these actions threatened the safety of the front-line army, it would break his bottom line, and all the sergeants would not agree, and "some people" would know what regret was.

Zhang Shanfu just smiled and told Xu Wenhu not to worry, everything will be solved by His Majesty the Emperor and the Five Mansions.

Until ten days ago, the rear of the river had been calm, however, shortly before the Battle of Khan, a rebellion broke out among some tribes who had been forcibly relocated to the south of the Wuhu River. In order to stop the spread of the rebellion, the response of the Hezhong side was strong, and the counties of Hezhong re-recruited retired sergeants, and a large army was sent south of Wuhushui to quell the rebellion. The mountain rain was coming, Xu Wenhu felt a little uneasy, fortunately at this time the Turks in Khan City could not hold on, this battle caused the Romani Turks to lose one of their most important strongholds, and the next battle will be in Baghdad. Xu Wenhu sensed that something big was about to happen in the rear, and after the battle of Khan City, he issued a military order to take the Turkic captives to the rear to serve in labor, but soon canceled this order, preferring to consume some military rations and put all these captives into the meat shield camp. He would rather be called a "prisoner killer" than risk adding these guys to a pyre that is about to be burned.

"Those people are just dissatisfied with the Protectorate, but I hope they are not crazy yet."

During the day, Xu Wenhu was in full swing preparing for a decisive battle with Messud, and if he avoided the battle, Baghdad would return to the hands of the new king of kings, Li Sihai, and the various princes of the Great Diet who submitted to Messud would also fall apart. Because of Li Sihai's existence, Mesud has no way out. And in the silent and dark night, the old general of the training camp was worried about the increasingly turbulent whirlpool behind him, and his black figure was reflected in the eyes of the soldiers of the Western Expedition and on the black canopy of the sky like steel cast iron. The sergeants loved the old general and regarded him as a protective god, and whenever Xu Wenhu passed by, the sergeant would straighten his waist and look very energetic when he was cowering on horseback and wrapping his face in a thick fur hat.

"The old man is still very ......energetic," Ai said Wang Tongdeng's words into his ears along the wind.

"Heartless guy." Xu Wenhu frowned, "It's good that Zhao Xingde wants to be here." ”

His eyes narrowed into a slit, looking at the starry cold night sky, and the old general's mount was a tall, muscular river horse, which seemed to sense his master's thoughts, and snorted with disdain. A group of cavalry followed closely behind Xu Wenhu, and the sound of neat and powerful hooves gradually moved away in the camp.

The great victory of the Khan City and the loss of the old capital of the Roma Turks shocked countless Great Food Princes.

Every day countless envoys were sent to all sides, and a few days later, the new king of the kings, Li Sihai, received countless letters, some of the princes hoped to make peace with the Xia State through him, and the Turkic Sultan Mesud had to step up his efforts to encircle the princes from all walks of life, and he sent a team of envoys to persuade the hesitant Great Eclipse princes, explaining to them that the Xia people were different from the Turks, that all the Turkic Sultan needed was formal submission, and that the places occupied by the Turks only changed the rulers, and what the Xia people sought was assimilation, The place they occupy is like a melting pot that melts all kinds of races, and correspondingly, the status and privileges of the original nobility have become empty castles, replaced by a group of new nobles based on the sergeant system, and the Sultan of Rom is the last hope and protector of the Great Eclipse princes, and if they do not want to become puppets, they must fight the Xia people.

Early in the morning, a mud-covered war horse ran into Li Sihai's temporary camp with a messenger.

A young messenger jumped off his horse, and after identifying himself, he followed the guards into Li Sihai's tent.

He looked around vigilantly, and only then did he kneel down on one knee and present a secret letter to Li Sihai: "Great Zangi greets the king of kings. Ayub looked at the king of kings sitting cross-legged at the top, and said in a calm tone, "The great Zangi has asked me to convey to the king of kings that he is more than willing to fight side by side with the king of kings, but you should draw a line with the Xia kingdom first, and Zangi is willing to become the right and left arm of the caliph with you, rather than cooperate with a puppet of the Xia kingdom." These words had already been written in the secret letter, but in order to show that he was not an insignificant and ignorant messenger, Ayub still risked angering the king of kings, and roughly repeated the contents of the secret letter in front of Li Sihai.

Although his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, the content of the letter still angered the people around him. Under the countless unkind gazes, Ayub forcibly maintained his composure, and his eyes looked unblinkingly at the king of kings, a man who did not look very old, with a short beard on his lips and an unpredictable light flashing in his brown pupils. Li Sihai touched his chin and looked at the young messenger curiously, although Ayub had a beard and looked very old, he could see that the messenger was no more than sixteen years old.

"Interesting, did your father offend Zangi, or did you accidentally kidnap his daughter?"

Li Sihai opened his mouth to joke, looking at Ayub's tense face with an embarrassed expression with satisfaction, he waved his hand, and casually put the secret letter on the fire: "When you are still young, don't follow the example of others to be heroes, go back and tell Zanji that Xia Guo is my ally, and Li Sihai will never betray his ally." Besides, the arm of the state can only be me," he said, looking at Ayyub and accentuating his tone, "under one man, above ten thousand, in Baghdad, only the caliph is above me, and everyone else should submit to me." I don't bother to write the letter, you tell Zangi my words as they are, rest assured, he won't kill you, otherwise he won't send you to me. ”

After finishing speaking, Li Sihai waved his hand indifferently and motioned for the guards to take the young man down.

Ayubu's face was flushed, and Li Sihai spoke in the big food language, although it was only a few words, but it made him clear about his situation. His father, the leader of the Kurds, sent himself to serve the great Zangi, but he did not expect Zangi to send himself into such a trap. However, compared with Zangji's viciousness, Li Sihai's demeanor is more impressive. Before meeting the King of Kings, Ayub had a lot of imagination, but after meeting Li Sihai, he felt that the King of Kings seemed to be born with such a demeanor. The young Kurdish boy silently urged the horse forward, and the avenue stretched out in front of him, and the horse's hooves left a line of hoof prints, he believed Li Sihai's words, and was willing to be a messenger for him. The Milky Way resembles a snow-white turban, gorgeously tied to the sky above his head.