The Romance of a Gentleman in the Sui and Tang Dynasties Chapter 678 Today is the time to decide where the world belongs! There is an afterword in the final chapter
Chapter 678 Today is the time to decide where the world belongs! There is an afterword in the final chapter
Chapter 678
"The Great Khan..."
"Why, do you think I can still be afraid that that junior can hurt me?" Shibi Khan's eyes turned cold and he glanced at the people who were about to speak to persuade him.
Everyone could only hang their heads humbly to express their surrender and respect to the Turkic Great Khan.
The news was quickly passed to the camp, and Yang Qian was standing on the mountain ridge at the moment, looking at the Turkic camp in the distance with tents all over the mountains and fields, and the Turkic cavalry who gathered in five colors several miles away from the camp.
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Yang Qian also had to admit that the Turks did have the ability to dominate the grasslands. It's a pity that Shibi Khan, your opponent now is me.
While Yang Qian was lamenting, he received the news that Shibi Khan asked to leave the camp to meet him. At this moment, under the reminder of Li Jing beside him, Yang Qian saw the tens of thousands of Turkic cavalry galloping out of the camp.
A small group of cavalry, approximately five to six hundred people, was slowly approaching the Baishan Mountain Camp.
At this time, the tens of thousands of Turkic cavalry began to draw their weapons and howl like ghosts and wolves. The sound of countless horns sounded like thousands of animals neighing together, startling the birds lurking in Baishan Mountain to fly away.
escape.
"They are shouting so arrogantly. They are indeed a group of ignorant barbarians." Changsun Wuji couldn't help but sneered. "My lord, we don't need to be like these Turkic barbarians..."
Yang Qian shook his head, glanced at the generals of the Zhenfu Army beside him, smiled casually, and started walking towards the camp at the foot of the mountain.
"Since he, an old and decrepit man like Shibi Khan, dares to come to see me in person, if I don't go to see him, won't it mean that I have no one in the Central Plains? Come on, follow me down the mountain."
"Promise!" Li Jing and others looked at Yang Qian's handsome and calm back, and couldn't help but excitedly promised loudly with their faces flushed.
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At the beginning, Khan marched to a place about a mile away from Baishan Mountain Camp. The gate of Baishan Mountain Camp suddenly opened, and from the camp gate, an elite man with bright armor rushed out.
They were wearing black mountain armor and a blood-red cloak. The long spear in their hands pointed directly at the sky. Under the spear's head, the three-foot red silk ribbon faced the fierce wind, even though the colors of the mounts under them were mixed.
But all the horses in the water are strong and tall horses, very powerful, moving slowly forward with vigorous and majestic steps. Five hundred well-trained horses, none of them neigh or are silent, but more dangerous.
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In the array of trees standing like a forest, a Tang-character flag fluttered in the wind, but the figure in front of the Tang-character flag looked particularly eye-catching and dazzling...
"...Is this guy Yang Qian, the king of the Tang Dynasty? Why is he dressed like this?" Shibi Khan on the opposite side kept slapping his mouth and asking around him.
Dou Jiande, who was specially called to accompany him, also looked at the young general at the forefront of the opposite team with a confused look on his back, as if his back was like a peacock spreading its tail.
Then I saw the young general, tall and tall, wearing a mountain armor that was so brilliant that it was blinding to open his eyes, and underneath him was a red horse.
He is holding an extremely exaggerated Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand. The most eye-catching thing is the six ring-headed long knives stuck on his back like flags.
The moment Yang Qian galloped out of the camp and the flag behind him was raised, Li Jing suddenly shouted loudly. "Beat the drum, three calls!"
In an instant, dozens of war drums that could stand tall enough for people to stand were vigorously beaten by the warriors with their muscular upper bodies exposed. The shocking sound of the drums made the sky and the earth change color.
Hearing the thunderous sound of war drums coming from behind, Yang Qian laughed happily. Compared to the sound of horns, the sound of drums was more exciting and more inspiring.
"The Tang Dynasty is victorious!" The roars of tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the Suppressing Army were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, sweeping towards the Turkic army facing the Baishan Mountain Camp, causing the Turks who were shouting and shouting to stand still.
"Datang..." Yang Qian suddenly turned around and heard a second sound, an even more exciting and deafening sound of mountain roaring and tsunami.
"Datang, Wan Sheng!!!"
"The Tang Dynasty..." Yang Qian squinted his eyes and hit his breastplate lightly with his fist, making a clanging sound. Yes, I am the king of the Tang Dynasty. Then, after the Sui Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty will surely prosper.
Yang Qian also raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand and raised it diagonally towards the sky. Between heaven and earth, it seemed that there was only the sound of the great Tang Dynasty, and nothing else...
Shibi Khan, who was opposite him, turned to look at the Turkic athletes behind him whose momentum was suppressed by the suppressing troops of Baishan Mountain Camp. He couldn't help but groaned with an ugly look on his face.
"Great Khan, it's okay to fight for a while. In the end, we still need to rely on the scimitars and bows and arrows in the hands of our sons to witness the heroism and bravery of our Turks." Shiboluo, a confidant and veteran beside him, whispered.
These words also made Shibi Khan's expression soften. As for the powerful representatives of the northern region of the Central Plains, such as Dou Jiande, Liang Luoren, Xue Rengao, and Li Mao, they felt an ominous feeling in their hearts.
The Baishan Camp with tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, facing hundreds of thousands of Turkic athletes with strong soldiers and horses, is so proud and has such high morale. This is not consistent with common sense at all.
"Besides the Baishan Mountain Camp, the Zhenfu Army must have powerful troops lurking elsewhere. Otherwise, how could it have such strong morale?" Dou Jiande, who had been getting along with each other for many days, had finally gotten along with each other.
He kept whispering towards Liang Luoren.
Liang Luoren swallowed hard and looked around. Even though there were more than 200,000 Turkic athletes behind him, he just felt unsure.
"This is natural, but the Great Khan probably won't care about this..."
"In our Western Qin army, there are countless such brave men." Only Xue Rengao, the biological son of Xue Ju, the overlord of Western Qin, was still bragging with Li Mao, who was about the same age as him.
Li Mao couldn't stop laughing, but he didn't dare to offend this man. The Great Liang Kingdom was already at war with the Western Qin Army, losing several battles in a row. He came here just in the hope that Shibi Khan could make the decision and stop the Western Qin Army.
Going on the offensive can give the Great Liang Kingdom a chance to breathe.
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Yang Qian rode his horse until the two sides were a hundred steps apart. At the beginning, Khan raised his hand, and then continued to move forward slowly surrounded by fifty cavalry.
The same was true for Yang Qian. The two sides gradually got closer, and Yang Qian also looked at the grassland overlord carefully. This Shibi Khan was actually not too old, probably in his forties.
But the haggard face and thin figure all indicate that the health of this grassland overlord is probably not that good.
The dignified Khan was only in his early forties and looked like he was dying. Yang Qian suddenly remembered that in history, it seemed that this Shibi Khan had just been in the past few years. Later, his younger brother Ashina...
Tilifushe became Chuluo Khan. Later, his other brother Ashina Dubi became Jieli Khan.
Then, well, Jieli Khan was defeated by the Tang Dynasty in another historical time and space. The dignified Turkic Khan could only force a smile and perform dances in the palace of the Tang Dynasty...
"Are you Yang Qian? You are too young..." Shibi Khan raised his hand and stroked the braid hanging from the edge of the golden helmet. He was not yet middle-aged, but he already had premature hair.
But the talented man from the Central Plains in front of him still looked unbelievably young, with a face like a crown jewel, red lips and white teeth, which really made the dying Shibi Khan feel jealous.
Hearing what Shibi Khan said, Yang Qian laughed and glanced at the Han people beside Shibi Khan. "Who are you?"
"???" The reserved and arrogant smile on Shibi Khan's face froze. What on earth do you mean, are you deliberately ignoring me, the great Turkic Khan?
Dou Jiande and the others sensed Shibi Khan's displeasure. At this moment, they were unwilling to cause trouble and all looked away.
"It turns out they are a bunch of unknown people." Yang Qian shook his head in disappointment, and then asked Shibi Khan. "Is your brother Qili Fushe or Du Bike here?"
"They... what do you mean by this? Are you treating me, the Turkic Khan, as if I were nothing?!" Shibi Khan's thin cheeks, which were originally pale, were now turning red.
"Turk, haha..." At this time, Yang Qian seemed to really look at the Turkic Khan. "He is just a defeated general. Why, do the winners still need to bow to the losers?"
"..." Shibi Khan, including a group of Turkic generals, were so stunned that they almost vomited blood. What the hell...
It seems that it is true that in the last siege of Yanmen, it was Yang Qian who led his Zhenfu army to first defeat the Turkic army in the north of Taiyuan County, and then led his army to pursue and return with a great victory.
This made the Turks, who originally thought that although they could not capture the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty alive, had successfully concluded the war, it was really humiliated.
Such imperfections have always annoyed Shibi Khan, but now, Yang Qian is going out of his way to say it to offend people.
"I'm not here to argue with you." Shibi Khan took a deep breath. He already knew that this guy had a quick mind. Such a person must not be led by his nose.
"Look at what's in front of you. There are hundreds of thousands of Turkic athletes here. Even a city fortress can be conquered, let alone a small camp like this."
"I pity you for your intelligence and knowledge. If you submit to me, I can still give you a way to survive, and maybe you can become the overlord among the heroes of the Central Plains."
At this moment, a dozen cavalry came from the north, rushed into the Turkic army formation, and soon continued to gallop towards this side, while several Turkic leaders also followed in panic.
Coming quickly from the edge.
Shibi Khan, who was talking, saw clearly that the leader was Golida who he had arranged to be at the Qifubu camp in the rear as the deputy of his third brother Dubi, guarding the Qifubo camp.
Golida, who rushed forward, got close to Shibi Khan and whispered in Shibi Khan's ear in a suppressed manner.
Shibi Khan's eyes widened in disbelief. Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Yang Qian. Yang Qian still had a faint smile on his face, and he was muttering in his heart. Could it be said that it was from
News from the north?
Shibi Khan tried hard to control his already shaky body, barely allowed himself to curse the shameless and despicable guy opposite him, and asked coldly and hard.
"I'm asking you one last time, do you want to surrender?"
Looking at Shibi Khan's extremely dejected anger under the majesty he tried so hard to maintain, Yang Qian felt extremely comfortable. "It seems that Qifubo's camp was destroyed by my partial division of the Suppression and Fu Army."
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The horns were blown continuously, and countless Turkic cavalry began to advance towards the Baishan Mountain Camp. At this moment, Yang Qian had already retreated to the camp under the cover of his elite cavalry.
Looking at the almost all-elite Turkic army, the officers and soldiers of the Suppressing Army were not afraid, but were full of expectations.
Accompanied by the sound of orders, the throwing ladles were installed on Wanjun Thunderbolt vehicles one after another. Countless clay pots close to the size of water tanks were used as the surface, and the kerosene bombs filled with kerosene had already been plugged in with fuses...
Outside the camp, beneath the seemingly flat and solid withered grass, there were already countless large pits filled with sharpened bamboo and wood.
There are still 30,000 archers, who have already completed the array.
With the waving of the flag on the top of Baideng Mountain and the rising smoke, the four gates of Yunnei City 20 miles away opened wide, and countless sidecars advanced in a row, followed by 30,000 archers.
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The 50,000 cavalrymen in the east have already begun to drive their horses towards Baishan Mountain. The 40,000 cavalrymen in the southeast are also galloping...
Yang Qian stood in the Baishan Mountain Camp and looked at the Turkic army that was gradually moving forward and starting to let go of the advancing Turks. He laughed loudly. Today, the whole world will be decided!
Yang Ning personally led the army forward in the van army formation, his eyes nervously watching the direction of Baishan Mountain, one hand clenched into a fist, and the other hand holding the sword beside his waist.
Li Xiuning left behind 10,000 horse archers and was continuing to wreak havoc on the begging Turkic rear camp, while she personally led the remaining horse archers and headed straight towards Baishan Mountain.
Wu Zui underneath him seemed to be psychic, letting go of his hooves and running wildly...
In the far south, Emperor Li Mi of the Wei Dynasty was standing on the northern city wall of Dongdu, looking blankly to the north.
To the northeast of the Central Plains, Lai Zheng, who led his army to take over the land of Youyan, stood on top of the city of Zhuojun, looking at the Goguryeo envoys who came from a distance to congratulate His Highness the King of Tang. Soon, Lai Zheng arrived.
He cast his gaze behind him, not knowing whether the battle that would determine the general trend of the world had already been won or lost...
Xu Shiji, Qin Qiong, and all the people related to Yang Qianxi seemed to have unanimously set their sights on the north.
In the Yang Mansion in Daze Village, Xingze County, Xingyang County, Mrs. Han was holding the eldest daughter born to Qian'er and his wife with infinite tenderness, looking at the pretty face carved with pink and jade, and gently
He patted her back and hummed a nursery rhyme to coax her to sleep.
On the side, Changsun Wugao, who was unparalleled in beauty and became even more beautiful as his eyebrows and eyes grew longer, looked at the northern sky dreamily.
He raised his fingers and gently played with the guqin in front of him, letting the melodious and tender sound of the piano echo in the still peaceful and peaceful Yang Mansion in Daze Village...