Han Zhe's horse arrived at the gate of the camp, and then a drunken voice came over. Who was he? Shan Ying did not answer, and flew up from the horse, with one hand on the gate of the camp, and he had crossed over as soon as he retracted his legs.
After entering the gate, a drunken man was about to howl when a sword scabbard hit his ear hard. His vision went dark and he fell softly to the ground.
Shan Ying didn't make any attempt to hide, he just walked in with his head held high. The imaginary obstruction and fight did not appear. He walked all the way to the middle tent and no one asked him who he was. There were three or four people who asked him to drink.
Standing in the open space and looking around Xitong's camp, he found that this was a group of losers. They had had enough of hiding in the Tang Dynasty all day long. Finally, they found a place where they could relax.
They lost their vigilance and just wanted to indulge themselves as much as they wanted, and then wait for Boss Xitong to lead them to rob, burn and kill, so that all the resentment accumulated over the years could be poured out.
When they go to the battlefield, they will forget their lives. After forgetting their lives and fighting, they will become the most terrifying beasts. Such people
They can make do with a smooth battle, but once they encounter a difficult stalemate, they will be the first to give up and escape. This is determined by the nature of bandits. It is perfect for Liu Fang to abandon them as scapegoats.
"Are you here to kill me?" Xitong's voice came from behind.
"No, if I want to kill you, you should be dead now." Shan Ying answered with suppressed anger.
"This is the army's camp. You must have put a lot of effort into getting here. Come in and have a drink." Xitong was still so hospitable.
"It didn't take any thought. I just knocked one unconscious when I opened the door, and then walked here step by step. Just now I was thinking, if you don't show up here after I counted three numbers, I will really
I will kill you, and it is better to die in my hands than to die in the hands of barbarians. At least I will give you a decent funeral, and then there will be wine to commemorate you every year."
Xitong scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly: "Brothers have just stabilized and are a little less vigilant. They want to keep an eye on you, which is impossible."
"Pack your luggage and leave immediately with the team. You only have one hour to prepare. Lao Xi, the person in charge here is not Yun Ye, but Liu Fang. Yun Ye won't hurt you, and maybe Liu Fang, he is a military strategist.
There is only victory and defeat in the eyes and no human feelings. Leave as soon as possible. Either come with us or find a place to hide immediately. The war is coming and we will bear the brunt."
Shan Ying saw the woman with disheveled hair behind Xitong, and couldn't help but say: "The environment here is more complicated than that of the Tang Dynasty. If you want to survive, you must show off the momentum you had back then. If you dare to
If you hesitate for a moment, you will only die."
Seeing that the woman's face looked even paler in the moonlight, Shan Ying turned around and left. Taking two quick steps to cross the village gate, the sound of horse hooves became farther and farther away.
"Go!" Jiuniang trembled with fear and screamed, urging Xitong to go quickly. She already knew what kind of situation her group of people were facing.
Xitong's order was passed down, but it was very troublesome to implement it. People always came to ask Xitong why he set out at night and couldn't wait until dawn?
When Xitong took his children out of Sanlidi, there were still drunken guys in the village howling and singing.
The speed of the Turks was faster than Liu Fang expected. As soon as his cavalry left Suiye City, a large number of cavalry destroyed the residences in his city. The whole city was brightly lit, and they rushed from Talas.
The first thing the incoming army did when they entered the city was to prepare to capture Anji Helu. After two objections, he was scolded by the leading general and lowered his head helplessly.
The army quickly poured out of the city and rushed towards the camp outside the city. Hanzhe did not follow Liu Fang's army. He simply disappeared in the west. Only Xitong's men and horses were bitten by the Turks.
After robbing and killing, he lost 30% of his manpower before getting rid of the Turks. At this time, there were less than a thousand bandits following him.
There was no food, no supplies, but at this time Xi Tong became happy. This is the essence of a mountain bandit. Now he has to rely on the steel knife in his hand to make a living on this land. He has no food and drink and needs to rob, and no clothes to rob.
, if you need a woman, you also need to rob. In short, just one word "rob" is enough.
If you lead troops to fight, you will be treated like a fool by others, but now you only need to rob. Everyone here is an expert. The map given by the Yun family is the most precise. The puddles are all marked, and the city here is very beautiful.
It was simple and very convenient for robbery, and going out of this valley was the Sassanid Kingdom. Such robbery would not be a psychological burden for him.
Jiuniang had just started crying and was about to say something depressing when she was thrown onto the horse by Xitong. He held a horizontal knife and said to the remaining bandits: "Boys, now is the time for us to show off our power. From here
There is a small town just outside, let’s grab some food for tonight.”
When the eight hundred horse thieves entered the village, they couldn't help but realize that the village in front of them was already a scorched earth. Not to mention any living people, there was not a single live chicken. Fortunately, there was still food. Xitong looked at the painting on the gate of the village depressedly.
If you look at the God King pattern, you will know that Han Che has taken the lead.
The Sassanid state has declined. A hundred years ago, this country still had the courage to unite with the Western Turks to attack the cannibals. Since Muhammad established the theocratic state of the cannibals, Sassanid can only defend itself.
No, they were no match for the giant cannibal with a machete. They retreated all the way, and in the end they could only live on this desolate plateau.
Perhaps it was the traditional friendship between the Sasanians and the Turks and the cruel reality of the Sasanians that made the Turks change their minds at this most important juncture, thinking that there was no future for escaping. So they wanted to do it.
Give the final blow.
The great man-eater is a hungry wolf, and the Tang Dynasty behind him is a tiger. The hungry wolf is by his side, but the tiger is far away. This gives them the illusion that the Eastern Expedition is more promising than the Western Expedition.
The weak national power makes them unable to defend the vast territory. The citizens can only rely on the Zoroastrian Cult to form a defense force to protect their own safety. Such a guard can deal with ordinary bandits, but when encountering a large group of people like Han Zhe, they can only fall helplessly.
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After having a full meal, Xitong continued on the road with his cavalry. After studying Hanzhe's direction, he chose the opposite path and thought that Ye Zhicheng was a very good choice.
Liu Fang led his army to the distant Tocharo. Most of his subordinates had relatives in Suiye City. Once they got too close to Suiye City, they might be controlled by others. Therefore, it was the best time for the whole army to march to Tocharo.
Good choice.
The army on the wasteland is boundless, and a grand oath-taking ceremony is taking place. Helu's uncle Tu Shi was naked and used a knife to cut his body into scars. Several Turks used golden bowls to collect Tu Shi's blood.
, smear it on the totem of Tengger, the beautiful princess has been steamed except for her head, and the tears on her face seem to be still flowing on the huge wooden plate.
"God, I devote everything I have to you. I just want to ask for your blessing. The descendants of the Golden Wolf have reached a dead end. This is our last battle. If we fail, we will no longer have beauties, gold, silk and fat.
I dedicated my lamb to you. Your temple will also be deserted. God, bless your descendants to be victorious in every battle, take back our pastures, cattle and sheep, and kill the evil Tang people." Tu Shi wiped his face.
With blood on their hands, the drumsticks in their hands hit the cowhide drums hard. Hundreds of Tang people cried and were escorted to the altar, their heads were cut off, and they fell into the big pit in front of them.
"O God, I use my blood to worship you, I use the most beautiful woman to worship you, I use the heads of ninety-nine enemies to worship you, and pray for your blessings again."
Amidst the rumbling drums, a white yak was killed. A dozen wizards wearing animal skins and holding skull scepters stared at the blood flowing from the white yak without blinking, wanting to know what the blood was.
What kind of patterns can be formed on the ground?
The dazzling red blood gradually formed a small lake on the ground, and the wizards cheered, cutting their cheeks one after another to mix the blood in, and then sang and danced around the small pool of blood.
"Elder, are we sure of victory?" He Lu stood on tiptoes and looked anxiously at the wizards and asked the elder quietly.
"He Lu, remember, the gods live in your heart. When you are confused, it is better to ask the gods than to ask your own heart." The elder's wrinkled face was full of sorrow. After this battle, the Turks
There is no longer any way out, either victory or destruction. His eyes fell on He Lu. He paused. The Turkic wolf tribe cannot be destroyed. At least it cannot put all its bets on the eastward advance. As a
The defeated one knew too well how terrifying the Tang army was.
Su Dingfang's five hundred elite cavalry were able to defeat the Western Turks' 40,000-strong army, and there was no one in the vertical and horizontal battle formation that could defeat them. Thinking of the battle at Zikou, the elder became extremely determined.
"No matter how precious your allies are, they are not as important as your own survival." He murmured to himself, and then quietly said to He Lu: "We stay to take care of the tribe and give the glory of the charge to those real warriors."
"Elder, we will be laughed at!" He Lu's eyes widened and he didn't believe his ears.
"Only those who are alive have the right to laugh at others. The dead are just a pile of rotten meat. He Lu, I would rather charge by myself than you go to the most dangerous place." The elder took He Lu's hand and left the scene of the sacrifice.
As his own army gave up the left-hand position that showed the most glory, other Turkic armies immediately filled up the small blank space.
On the distant mountain, Qu Zhuo released the three falcons in the cage. He only hoped that they could pass the news to Chang'an and Beiting...