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Kneeling on the ground, several Xue Yantuo nobles trembled like chaff, and whispered to plead something, but they couldn't say anything, in front of several people, a cold air flashed in the warm tent, surrounded by several campfires, even now, wearing the Black Iron Luo Ring Armor, the frozen body still has not thawed.

The ice on the surface of the corpse was also stained with blood and some white tofu brain-like things, which were the traces left by the ice corpse thrown from a high place and smashed the heads of the two Tiele cavalrymen, the fire flickered on the corpse and changed the light and dark black and white, and the melting corpse also emitted that pungent fishy smell, smelling this smell, Xue Nurtler's originally gloomy face became even more ugly.

The glow of the campfire also made his face light and dark, his voice was as cold as ice slag, and he was silent for a long time, and the son of the Male Khan of Zhenzhu Yi shouted frantically at several nobles in his unique hair-making tone. "Can anyone tell me what happened? How did Sheswintour turn into a piece of frozen meat and smash down his army? What about my army? You bunch of rice buckets. ”

"What the hell happened today!"

Xue Swentur, the commander of Tiele who led two thousand cavalry to attack the ancient city of Han from behind the ice, happened to see his frozen eyes that had turned white and the residual fear on his face, several Xue Yantuo nobles were cold but couldn't say a word, how did they know what happened on this strange day?

Looking at the few fat leather robes that kowtowed in front of him, Xue Nurtler's face became more and more gloomy, and the cold was more stinging than the water of the pure water lake in front of him, gritting his teeth, the scimitar pinned to Xue Nurtler's waist was slowly pulled out of the scabbard by him, listening to the sound of metal rubbing, several Tiele nobles were even more frightened.

I know this master too well, and the cruelty and inhumanity have already exalted him, which is a harbinger of murder and anger!

Like a mountain pressing north, the cold sweat on the heads of several Tiele nobles continued to flow from their foreheads like beads with broken threads, and they wet a piece of water on the carpet, but none of them looked up, and each of them lay on the ground in fear, eager to kick their heads into their arms.

As the sound of Xue Nurtler's beast-like footsteps approached, the atmosphere in the tent was tense to the extreme.

"Report, Teller, something is wrong!"

Fortunately, at this time, the suffocating silence in the tent was broken by a cold voice, and Xue Nurtler, who was holding the knife, shouted in a fierce voice with a fierce voice on his face. "Talk to the tent!"

Pushing open the tent door, a Tiele herald also came in trembling, kneeling on the ground and talking incredibly. "Teller, Khan of Lili, he, he, he ......"

With a bang, the knife went directly to his neck, and the words of the Tiele herald immediately smoothed out, and he said quickly in horror. "The Turks cut off the heads of my Great Xue Yantuo warriors and sent them back, right at the gate of the camp, it's terrible, it's as many as mountains."

"A Turkic bastard who deserves hell." Angrily scolding, glancing at the herald who still showed fear in his eyes, Xue Nurtler directly swung his knife and dragged it, and the unlucky herald immediately fell on the carpet with blood spurting from his neck, covering his throat that was cut, and the herald's mouth was bubbling with blood and there was a rumbling sound, and the thick blood filled the entire tent.

Seeing the figure of Xue Nurtler angrily cutting open the tent curtain and going out, several Tiele nobles finally breathed a sigh of relief, and none of them threw mercy on the herald who was still squirming, and several nobles also hurriedly followed.

In front of the camp of the Turkic rebels, several blood-stained and mentally depressed Tiele people were tied to horses and staggered into the camp.

It's all heads!

Densely packed with countless human heads, like garlic tied to the hair, were braided in a rope and dragged back, and the ice blood dragged a long red mark on the snow, from the ancient city of Han to the rebel camp. Most of the heads were covered in blood and their faces were frozen hard, but the expression of fear and despair that was vaguely recognizable was terrifying to every Turk who looked at it.

However, it can be seen that these are Tiele people, helmets, braids, although they are also steppe nomads, but they can still see the difference, seeing this, the rebel Turks have more thoughts to see the excitement.

dragged the knife out of the door in a rage, and when he saw this scene, the angry Xue Nurtler immediately exploded, holding a bloody scimitar and roaring wildly. "Bastard Turkic, Tang people who deserve to go to hell, must be his attention, this group of cowardly and despicable slaves dare to humiliate my Tiele warriors like this, Bentler must kill them all!"

"You, tell Benteler what's going on!" In a fit of rage, Xue Nurtler arrogantly ripped the trance-like Tiele man off his horse, howling and asking, but unfortunately in the face of his hideous long face, several Tiele people were already frightened stupid, even if they were not stupid, they couldn't speak, in order not to reveal the secret, without Li Jie's orders, Scar Liu had already ordered someone to cut off the tongues of several people.

Looking at a few trance of the Tiele cavalry whining, there was no longer energy, and he didn't give any useful information for a long time, and under the rage, Xue Nurtler howled like a beast and waved his knife for a while, and the stupid Tiele defeated soldiers didn't know how to dodge at all, and they were directly cut to the ground in the light of the knife, but even if a few Tiele defeated soldiers burst into the stomach and blood, Xue Nurtler was still angry and slashed wildly.

It wasn't until several Tiele defeated soldiers were cut into a blur of flesh and blood that the tired Xue Nurtler kicked into the meat ball again, and the blood that burst out was splashed on the faces of the Turks on the side, and fiercely wiped a handful of blood stains all over his face, Xue Nurtler raised his head with a breath, looked around but didn't know when it was full of leaders and elders of the Turkic tribes.

"Show me anything, get out, continue to attack the city tomorrow, you can't take the broken city in front of you, you all have to engage in military law, get out!" Throwing his sleeves and scolding with his scimitar, looking at the embarrassed appearance of several Turkic elders hurriedly dodging backwards, Xue Nurtler first returned to the tent with a cold face, and when he left, the dozens of Turkic tribal elders and patriarchs present came back again, first looked at each other for a while, and then looked at the ancient city of Han in the distance where it was crouching like a giant beast.

Thinking of the huge casualties of the siege in the afternoon and the weirdness of only entering and not leaving, as well as the bloody battle stained the city wall, all the rebellious Turkic clan elders couldn't help but shiver in unison, and immediately, the eyes of these people were projected on the mountain of heads in front of them, and the heads sealed in blood and ice, and at this time under the slanting sun, they all seemed to emit a grotesque smile, and a long long string was piled up there.

The reason why Xue Yantuo was able to set off such a large-scale rebellion in the Turks was because Li Jie was attacked, and the tribes that colluded with Xue Yantuo were afraid of the punishment of the Tang Dynasty and attacked first, on the other hand, it was not because of Xue Nurterler's 5,000 elite soldiers and the assassination of the two tribes who were determined to be Turkic traitors.

The assassination army is far away in the south, and the people who have been hit hard in recent days, the most elite and warlike Xue Yantuo's five thousand elite horsemen are still five and four today, and those who come back are sparse, looking at a horse dragging more than thirty heads, one hundred horses is at least three thousand!

Staring at these heads and thinking for a while, dozens of Turkic elders and patriarchs were full of different meanings.

Although he didn't say anything, there was no communication, and dozens of Turkic elders dispersed one after another, but looking at their heavy backs, and even looking at the thoughtful expressions of several elders of their own clan, the heart of the Mouluo patriarch Wutu immediately became violently worried, among all the Turkic tribes, he was the deepest, and he had already sold it to Xue Yantuo, gritted his teeth, and Mouluo Wutu followed Xue Nurtler and also entered his tent.

On the other side, in the camp of the Guligan tribe, as soon as he returned to the camp, the tribal chief of the rectum, Gulibelo, actually laughed heartily directly.

Even if he came to the step of rebellion, the kind of humiliation he experienced in the afternoon made Guli Belo look at the piles of Tiele heads, and he was still in a very happy mood, which was really relieving!

"Don't Lu Zhe, bring wine to Ben Meilu, bring the wine of the Tang people, today Lao Tzu is happy, I want to drink it!" After returning to the tent, he casually threw aside the large leather jacket with whip marks, and Guli Belo laughed and shouted at his servant, but as soon as he said a few words, Guli Belo was stunned and put his hand on the handle of the knife vigilantly.

In the comfortable chieftain's tent, sitting on the edge of his wooden case, a middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor was slowly holding a wine jug, tasting his treasured wine, shaking his head and looking complacent.

With a high uphead and a four-beam crown on his head, and a crimson wide coat with fluttering ribbons on his body, this person is dressed as a Tang official! O Tang people!

Seeing such a scene, Guli Beiluo's heart immediately raised, and after the rebellion, the Tang Empire pressed on his heart like a mountain all the time.

Seeing Guli Beiluo coming in, the nervous appearance, the elegant middle-aged man shook the wine glass in his hand lightly and said with a smile: "The Guli patriarch is really an elegant person, this kind of ice plum wine in Chang'an Xiqin Tower has not even been drunk, and when I see it today, it really tastes sweet and unique, and the patriarch shouldn't mind." ”

"Who is Your Excellency?" Vigilantly took two steps back, it seemed that there was no ambush at the entrance of the tent, Guli Beiluo relaxed a little, and asked in a loud voice, but the elegant middle-aged man tasted another sip of ice plum wine, and then continued to speak, and the words he said suddenly made Guli Beiluo's breathing a little shorter.

"The backbone of the tribe, the west of the Hetao Baihuachuan nomadic, has three times to meet His Majesty, every year to pay tribute, when the conquest of Tuyuhun is also the initiative to send 5,000 troops, seven days ago, trapped in the plot to fall Xue Yantuo's 30,000 army coercion, this had to join the ranks of the rebels, I am right or not."

"Patriarch Guli, if Datang forgives you for your crimes, are you willing to fight for Datang?"

Gu Li Beiluo's pupils contracted violently, and his heart was beating violently, and after only a moment of hesitation, he turned over and knelt on the ground under the hint of the two tribal elders who nodded straightly, bit his finger and drew blood on his head, and said in a serious voice with a serious face. "Thanks to the merciful Heavenly Khan, Guli Belo is willing to shed the last drop of blood for the Tang Dynasty."

Nodding with satisfaction, the elegant middle-aged man laughed and directly picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and then pulled Guli Belo up, talked secretly for a while, accompanied by Guli Belo, the two dressed up in disguise and got into the next camp.

In this era, few people can refuse the olive branch of Datang! .