Lost in thought, countless five-person squads galloped around them, dark red figures like demons crawling out of hell, crossbow arrows shot in their hands like the sickles of death, constantly harvesting fresh lives. Heavenly Sounds "." ⒉

"Scatter, scatter, kill them all, and let these Han people know who is the master of the grassland!" The continuous screams made the stubborn mind suddenly realize that they must fight back, and if they don't fight back, they can only become the food of the vultures in the sky like the slaughtered herdsmen.

"Kill!" The moment the Turks gathered together received the order, they directly pushed the degree of the war horse to the limit and rushed towards those dark red figures.

Comparatively speaking, the riding skills of the 'fangs' are much worse than those of the Turks, and this is not something that can be trained in a month or two months.

The Turks must have been a nomadic people, and their children were born with a horse of their own, and as they grew older, they had more horses.

They don't have the word 'riding' in their dictionary at all, because riding a horse is as normal for them as drinking water and eating.

Does anyone think that the act of drinking water is something that needs to be learned? No! In the same way, it was the same for the Turks to ride a horse.

So as the Turks dispersed, soon those dark red figures were slowly at a disadvantage, and the distance between the two sides was narrowed little by little, as long as they could get close to the range of the Turks' bows and arrows, the stubborn thinking power was certain, and the warriors who were lost in the division would definitely be able to recover the lost dignity.

"Rengui, it's almost over, I'm afraid the cubs will suffer if we wait any longer." On a small slope about two miles away from the cavalry of the Turkic brigade, Wei Chi Baolin rubbed his hands and said eagerly, I don't know if he was worried about those 'fangs', or if he had itchy hands and wanted to fight.

"Then signal, let those Turkic barbarians see what a real battle is." A mocking smile flashed on Xue Rengui's face, and he didn't know if he was laughing at the Turks' indiscretion.

Time passed little by little, and after the sharp whistling sounded, a very embarrassing question suddenly appeared in the original confident obsession, and a bad feeling slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

But his opponent didn't give him time to react at all.

Just after the sharp sound sounded, those dark red figures that ran all over the mountains and fields like routs suddenly began to counterattack.

They became disregarding life and death, ignoring the Turkic elites who were catching up behind them, and just desperately attacked the Turks who were chasing after the other squads.

Those highly powerful crossbows are like amulets, and each time they hit a person, they will miss more than half of it, and then the person who is hit by the arrow will fall off their horses, and then be trampled into pulp by the horses that catch up.

Skillful coordination, combined with powerful weapons, broke the will of the Turks almost instantly, and many began to abandon their goals and flee to the rear.

It's not that they don't want to keep chasing, it's just that the scene is so chaotic that they can't tell where their teammates are and where are the enemies. Many Turks chased after them when a crossbow bolt came from nowhere through their chests, and they fell off their horses screaming.

It was a battle of strength and wisdom, and the final result was clear, wisdom was superior.

Therefore, when the stubborn mind power gathered all his subordinates, it appeared, and after a round of pursuit and counter-pursuit, there were less than 8,000 soldiers left in the stubborn division.

The world said that those bloodthirsty demons were the messengers of the demon king in hell, why he didn't believe in it himself, and he wanted to come out to be the enemy.

Now facing the situation on the line of life and death, he regrets losing his strength and regretting it, he is not a person who is afraid of death, but he is afraid that after he dies, the tribe will be annexed, so how can he be worthy of those ancestors who died fighting for the tribe?

"Turks, report your name!" A calm and powerful voice came, attracting the attention of the obsessive mind.

Turning his head to look, he saw a Han general standing on a horse, the blood-soaked Mingguang armor had lost its original color, and the battle robe behind him should have been white before, but now it has become dark red.

On the side of the Han general, surrounded by more than ten horsemen, all dressed in Wenshan armor, wearing battle robes. The horizontal knife was tied to the waist, with an arrow bag on its back, a horned bow on the right waist, a bamboo tube on the left waist, which was supposed to contain a crossbow, and a black-colored hand crossbow on the saddle.

As for the other bits and pieces of the soldiers' bodies, they couldn't recognize them at all, and they didn't have time to observe them carefully.

The only thought in my mind was that in the face of the elite of the Tang Dynasty, armed to the teeth, the Turkic warriors were so shabby, as if the beggars on the street were a little inferior.

After a long time, he suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, got down from his horse, and bowed to the ground: "Respected General Datang, I am the chief of the Turkic Obsessive Lost Force, and I am obsessed with losing my thinking power. ”

"Your men cost me forty-two men." Xue Rengui rode on his horse, glanced down at his stubborn thoughts, and his tone was full of disregard for life, as well as disdain for losers.

20,000 against 5,000, his own side lost 12,000 people, and the opponent lost 42 people, and he felt a sense of powerlessness when he lost his thinking. What a strange ratio of battle losses, it seems that it has never been born since the establishment of the Turkic Khanate, right?

However, thinking about the tactics of hunting like a pack of wolves, and then thinking about the seamless cooperation of the officers and men of the Tang Army and the excellent equipment of the whole body, I feel that such a battle loss is not so unacceptable.

While thinking about it, Xue Rengui's voice sounded again: "My subordinates can't die in vain, so now I give you two choices, first, find out four thousand two hundred people from your people; Second, four thousand two hundred people were found in the steppe. ”

......As soon as Xue Rengui's words fell, there was chaos among the Turks.

What the hell is the truth about this? Who the hell is invading whom? Why should an intruder take revenge a hundredfold if he dies? What if more than 10,000 people died who were invaded? Who to talk to?

In the chaos, Xue Rengui's voice sounded again: "But if you don't obey, don't kill it!" ”

"Don't, don't, shut up, shut up, there's something to say, there's something to say." Seeing the cold light flashing in the eyes of the Tang soldiers who came up around him, he raised his crossbow without hesitation, knowing that these bastards had completely killed the red eyes now, and if they were a little aggressive, it would be a massacre soon.

(End of chapter)