Datang: Touching the Corpse Li Yuanba at the Beginning

Even the Turks, who are known as the best cavalry in the world.

"I have lost my mind, but do you still recognize me?"

Under the mask of ghosts and gods, came Li Wenhao's roar.

This familiar voice, how could Zhishili not recognize it?

He would be woken up by this voice in his dreams now.

When he was in Chang'an, he almost died at the hands of Li Wenhao. After he was sent back to the Turkic army, he even heard that Li Wenhao was in the middle of the Turkic army. Feat, the heart is even more frightened.

This time the soldiers surrounded Shanggu, he didn't want to come, but he didn't come to Jieli and he didn't trust others, so he had to come.

From the first day he went south, he burned incense every day and prayed that he would not meet Li Wenhao, but unexpectedly he did.

"Prince of the Tang Dynasty!"

Zhi lost his mind and fearfully replied.

"The one who came is the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty. Whoever kills this person will be rewarded to thousands of households."

Just one sentence shocked the morale of the Turkic army. There are [-] households on the grassland, which is enough to establish a small and medium-sized tribe. If you can find a place with good water and grass for a few years, the [-] households will grow into tens of thousands of households in the future. Not a problem either.

"Beheading will cause you to lose your mental strength. If you don't kill this person, you will never retreat."

Li Wenhao also wanted to kill people.

The spear was like the scythe of death, swiping a large area, sweeping a large group of people, and the eyes of the obsessed who watched the battle in the distance jumped.

He finally understood why Xieli told him once again after drinking that when he was in the army of more than [-], he still felt that he was in danger facing Li Wenhao.

Danger to life.

Now it seems that Li Wenhao's bravery is still underestimated.

After the two formations collided, Li Wenhao's horse did not stop, nor did the spear in his hand.

No matter how many people were in front of him, they couldn't stop Li Wenhao's pace.

What was even more frightening was that the owl ghost army behind Li Wenhao was also like killing gods. The Turkic cavalry fell to the ground one after another when the blade of the gun passed by.

The attacks of the Turkic cavalry rarely broke the armor of the Tang army.

This reflects Li Wenhao's abnormality.

With him taking the lead and killing in front, the power of the Turkic cavalry charge was directly offset by him alone. Without the momentum of the horse, the cavalry would not be so scary.

Li Wenhao's goal has always been Zhishili. No matter how Zhishili changes its position, Li Wenhao can always find him accurately. After all, he has to stand under the military flag. If the military flag retreats, it proves that the battle has been lost. .

All that is left is to hunt and kill, endlessly chasing and killing.

On the other side, Luo Song led the [-] white horse battalion and did not choose to charge like Li Wenhao. Instead, he kept using his mobility and riding and shooting advantages to fight guerrillas with the Turks.

It's ironic to say that the Turks, who are good at riding and shooting and mobility, were actually walked by the White Horse Camp this time.

"Marshal, and Biss' ten-thousand-thousand team, half of them have been folded in, and they haven't even caught the tail of the white-armored cavalry."

Just when Zhi lost his mind and considered whether he should take a step back to ensure his safety, the lieutenant beside him sent a heartbreaking news.

Hebis's 5000-strong team is from his own tribe, all of them are his relatives, not those sent to him by Xieli. Now half of the enemy's tail has been lost, how can we not feel distressed, you know , this is [-] people, which is also a big loss for his tribe.

"Remove Hebis and put Ashburn's ten thousand people on top."

Zhi lost his mind and rolled his eyes, Youdao is a dead Taoist friend who never dies a poor Taoist.

Jieli's family has a big business, he doesn't care about 5000 people, let his troops entangle with the white horse army!

Right now, it's more important to deal with Li Wenhao's Ghost Face Cavalry, and if he can't, he will withdraw with his own people, leaving Jieli to send his people to death.

This is the abacus of perseverance.

What kind of hard-core Jieli, what number two person, is useless, in the face of interests, it is all nonsense.

If all the sons under his command were killed, he would still be number two, and the whole tribe might be snatched away.

With just such an effort to speak, Li Wenhao's team is getting closer to losing their mind.

I couldn't bear it this time.

He no longer felt that his life was in danger.

He felt that if he stayed here again, it would be death.

Pulling the horse back is enough, but Li Wenhao's movements are faster. The sharp-eyed Li Wenhao saw the movement of Zhishuli, and without a word, he took out his longbow, drew three spike arrows, and aimed at Zhishuli. Three arrows fired together.

Three arrows followed by three arrows.

Seeing the whizzing sharp arrows, Zhi lost his mind and was shot through his body by two consecutive waves of six spiked arrows without even making a cry.

"Big guy!"

"Big guy!"

The guards beside him looked at the no-breathing Zhishi, as if he had lost all the strength in his body.

"The handsome is dead!"

The ashamed soldiers rushed towards Li Wenhao regardless.

"Avenge the Marshal, kill him!"

The fate of these soldiers is already doomed.

It is a great honor to be a soldier of the commander, but if the commander dies in battle, they will only be buried with him. The difference is that if they avenge the commander, they will enjoy the treatment of heroes.

Otherwise, what awaits them is beheading.

After all, there is no escape from death.

In the case of risking their lives, these soldiers really caused Li Wenhao a little trouble, but it was only a little trouble.

Because, after hearing the words to avenge the commander, the remaining Turkic cavalry did not want to avenge their commander, but to escape.

This is the fucking cohesion of the Turkic nation.

They will always serve only the living.

Otherwise, there would not be such operations as a son marrying a stepmother, a younger brother marrying a sister-in-law, and a nephew marrying an aunt.

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Chapter 85 Only Killing

run!

Except for the paranoid soldiers and members of the tribe, the first reaction of the others was to run.

The farther you run, the better, and it is best to go straight back to the grassland.

They swore that if God gave them another chance, they would not go south even if they gnawed grass roots every day in the grassland.

"Kill them all!"

Li Wenhao issued a military order, and the soldiers of the Xiaogui Army raised their butcher knives one after another.

Facing this group of prairie people who have lost their fighting spirit, the rest of this battle is massacre.

They don't have the will to fight like soldiers in the Central Plains.

In the Central Plains, even if the commander dies in battle, the soldiers will desperately fight the enemy instead of killing them like this group of prairie people.

"We surrender!"

After a thousand-man leader knelt down, the entire battlefield seemed to be infected, and the Turkic soldiers threw away their sabers.

"surrender?"

"Impossible, pick up the knife and continue fighting!"

Li Wenhao roared angrily, and the spear directly crushed several people in front of him.

However, those Turkic soldiers only had a flutter in their eyes, and they didn't respond anymore.

"Prince, it is ominous to kill prisoners..."

Li Junxian came over to persuade him.

"Get lost! Kill me until they resist!"

"Think about how they treat our people, those who kill my compatriots, die!"

"The Xiaogui army obeys orders! Don't leave a single one behind, kill them!"

After hearing Li Wenhao's military order, the few Turkic captains panicked.

In the past, they would fight the Central Plains people if they could fight, run if they couldn't fight, and surrender if they couldn't run. Anyway, the Central Plains people didn't kill them, but now, what Li Wenhao did broke all their cognition of the Central Plains.

"Your Central Plains is a state of etiquette, you can't do this!"

A ten thousand husband said in fear.

"Hmph! Things that are inferior to a bunch of pigs and dogs deserve etiquette?"

"If there were no people from the Central Plains, you would still be wearing animal skins and living a life of drinking blood. Now you don't do production, you don't know how to be grateful, and you even pointed the butcher knife at your benefactor."

"Tell me, should you die!"

"Aren't you children of the wolf god? Pick up the knife, fight, keep fighting!"

"The owl ghost's subordinates, follow me to kill!"

This time, Li Wenhao didn't talk nonsense, and the Xiaogui army didn't show mercy. The butcher's knives rose and fell, and the number of Turkic people on the battlefield decreased rapidly. Slowly, some people picked up the knives on the ground.

But more people were frightened by the ferocity of the owl ghost army, ran around like headless flies, and were finally beheaded by the owl ghost army one by one.

When it was daylight, apart from the horses wandering aimlessly on the battlefield, there was no longer a Turkic man standing, not even a Turkic man alive.

Li Wenhao found Zhizhi's dead body, cut off his head and his battle flag, and put them in the military merit bag.

"Let's go back to Shanggu to rest, and let's go to the grassland to let the horses go!"

Ordering people to confiscate the horses and supplies on the battlefield, Li Wenhao and his party returned to Shanggu mightily.