Fighting a war is about psychology and morale. Now that the Turkic people's morale has collapsed, even if Sun Wu rises again, I am afraid that he will not be able to return to the sky.

Chen Ying led the Tang army and the Turkic army to jointly cover up the killing. At this time, Yu Guni's long-standing resentment completely broke out. As a Turkic leader, but as a tribal leader, he was not less humiliated by the nobles of the Ashina family, especially Yu Guni's beloved woman Praise Guli was tortured to death by Tsifshe.

Normally, the high-ranking Liversh would not look at him squarely, but now he fled like a dog. It's a wonderful feeling to chase down your enemies and catch up with them and chop off their heads.

The soldiers of the Yugu Nibu, who were originally humble in the eyes of the Turkic nobles, also became hideous one by one at this time. At this moment, even the sticks in the hands of Tang Junminfu seem to have become terrible weapons.

What's more, at this time, in order to seize the escape road, the Turkic cavalry also trampled on each other and slashed each other, which accelerated the casualties of the Turks even more.

As for the Yu Gu Nibu, as nomads, they were better at dealing with cavalry. These nomadic cavalry, in order to show their faces in front of the Tang generals and kill the Turks of the same race, were merciless. They either shot with bows and arrows, or threw off harnesses on horseback ropes to trap the Turks who had fled for their lives.

In such a chaotic situation, it was difficult for the Turkic peoples, who had scattered resistance, to play a role.

"Kill!" Chen Ying roared with red eyes: "Kill all the thieves!" ”

Luo Shixin saw that Yi Bezhen Mo was running farther and farther, he squeezed the belly of the horse with all his might, regardless of the fact that the Tang cavalry behind him did not chase him, and rode alone and went straight towards Yi Bezhen Mo.

If the Turks at this time were a piece of fat. Luo Shixin, on the other hand, was a sharp knife that cut through the hardest flesh of the Turks.

Yi Buzhen Mo looked at Luo Shixin biting himself, turned around abruptly, and roared with grief and indignation: "Kill him!" ”

The hundreds of Turkic cavalry who followed to Yi Bezhenmo's side just wanted to turn around and fight, but when they turned their heads to look, they were suddenly frightened. I saw that thousands of cavalry under Yu Guni were driving the Turkic rout and swarming.

"Ye Hu go quickly!" A loyal guard gritted his teeth and pounced on Luo Shixin. In fact, he had already seen clearly that this black-faced Tang general was the killing god who had just been on the battlefield, and he was like a boning knife, cutting through the hardest bones of the Turks.

There were no less than fifty Turkic warriors who died at the hands of Luo Shixin, but this black-faced Tang general, until this time, still did not show the slightest tiredness. Rushing up by himself, at most just delivering food. The guard didn't know why, and faced Luo Shixin directly.

Just by looking at him, his hands couldn't help but be sore.

Luo Shixin did not deliberately make an angry streak, but since he followed Zhang Xutuo into the army, every battle, every battle, the first soldier, the first horse, the death of the enemy under his hands, has already exceeded a thousand points. For a long time, the murderous aura baptized on the battlefield condensed a vague evil aura between his eyebrows, and his pupils seemed to store the tragic situation of those enemies who died under his sword, which made people feel terrible associations in their hearts as soon as they looked at him, and they didn't seem to be aware of this, but they were accustomed to the enemy trembling in front of him. For him, the evil aura between his eyebrows and the death intent in his pupils could only be fought against by those who were also experienced in a hundred battles, and the Turkic soldiers facing him at this time could not reach this level.

In ancient times, Zhang Fei drank and broke the Dangyang Bridge, and now there is Luo Shixin who looks at him angrily, and the enemy is terrified.

Not a single arrow was fired, not a single shot was fired, and a horse was stunned. On the battlefield, this made the demoralized Turkic soldiers even more frightened and less ready to fight. They desperately beat the horses that straddled down, and ran forward at all costs.

"Don't kill me, I surrender!" The steed of a Turkic cavalryman, with a weak hoof, tossed him to the ground. At this time, the snow was as hard as iron, his face was drenched in blood, he didn't care about the pain, and said in a stiff Tang dialect: "Don't kill me, I surrender!" ”

This Turkic soldier surrendered on his knees, much to the expectation of countless Turkic soldiers. When Chen Ying encountered this situation at this time, he had far more things in his mind than ordinary soldiers.

On the battlefield they won, but in fact?

There was also an element of fluke in this victory. The Turks have the capital to lose again, even if they lose three more times, five times, eight times out of ten, and damage 100,000 horses, they can still afford to lose. But the Tang Dynasty is not good, the Tang Dynasty was just established, the foundation is too thin, and the Turks are engaged in a national war, not to mention whether they have this strength, first of all, with Li Yuan's cautious temperament, he will definitely not have a war with the Turks at this time.

The butt determines the head, and Chen Ying is not a chivalrous man who can take revenge quickly, nor is he a big-headed soldier. He is a loyal general of the Tang Dynasty, the head of the march, and he needs to consider the overall situation and the overall situation.

Just as a Tang soldier swung his horizontal knife and slashed at the Turkic surrendered soldier who was kneeling on the ground. Chen Ying said loudly: "Stop, it's not my race, it's not surrendering and killing!" ”

The soldiers of the Tang Army shouted: "The commander has an order, it is not my race, it is not surrendered and killed!" ”