It was Li Shimin and his Flying Tiger Army who intercepted and killed Shibi Khan in Mayi County. A dozen days ago, they were also the ones who disguised themselves as horse thieves and attacked the Turkic tribes at the foot of Baishan Mountain. How to attack the Turkic tribes
To strengthen themselves, Hou Junji and Changsun Wuji were very familiar with it. With the cavalry trained in Lingwu last year, they robbed the unsuspecting Turkic tribes between Bailangsai and Yunnei, and they were very powerful.
Make a fortune. Each person has one horse when they set out. When they return to the Inner Great Wall, each person has at least three horses by his side.
The clever Hou Junji hid this team in a small abandoned village between Xiawu Mountain and Sangganshui. The surrounding people had been killed by the Turks more than a month ago, so Hou Junji had no idea
There was no need to worry about the team's whereabouts being discovered. He sent his scouts to ride fast horses to contact Li Shimin, and immediately ushered in the latest mission of his general and the Flying Tiger Army.
There is no need to mobilize to fight the Turks. Although everyone is exhausted, the eyes of the soldiers have long been burned by the thatched houses that are no longer inhabited. The living habits of the people in Mayi County and Lingwu County are similar.
There are strong traces of the Hu people in the tradition of the Han family. Just from the clothes and facial features, it is difficult to distinguish whether they are the sons of the Han family or the descendants of the Hu people. The people of Mayi County and Lingwu County finally
The experience was similar. All their belongings were looted by the Turks who went south, and almost all the men, women, and children who had no time to escape were killed. There was only one well, and the huge ancestral hall, temples and shops in the village that were burned down.
, proving the prosperity and tranquility of this place in the past.
The angry Flying Tiger Army launched a sudden attack while the Turks were resting by the river. They suddenly rushed out of the woods and blasted towards the river like thunder. They chopped with horizontal knives and trampled with horse hooves to kill those who had no time to stand up and escape.
The bandits chopped them to death, trampled them over, and pushed them into the cold Sanggan River like garbage.
The Turkic Wolf Riders, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were caught off guard. They could neither organize an effective resistance nor have the strength to give it a go. In panic, they had no choice but to flee for their lives. In their panic, many of them even forgot the riding skills they had practiced since childhood, and fell into disarray.
He climbed onto the saddle crookedly, escaped crookedly, then jumped off the horse crookedly, and was trampled to pieces by his companions who rushed past him.
Some Turkic warriors simply gave up their horses and ran on foot in any direction where there was no sound of horns. Some put their heads directly in front of the flying tiger army's sword, while others accidentally jumped into the river. Qiu
The water of the Sanggan River before the tide fell was freezing cold. Most of the time, the shepherds who grew up on horses could not swim. They could only splash a few times on the river, and then they were pulled to the bottom of the river by the heavy armor and boots.
"Why me?" At the moment when their mouths and noses were submerged by the river water, many people stretched out their hands in the air. They were unwilling because they believed that they were not the one who killed the most people and therefore did not deserve immortality.
God's punishment. At this moment, they forgot that before tonight, who was still thanking the Eternal God for giving them the opportunity to rob their homes and homes?
Hou Junji couldn't understand the Turks' distress gestures, and in fact he didn't care. As a pure military commander, he paid more attention to how to obtain the greatest victory at the least cost. In order to improve the efficiency of killing, he sent his brothers to
They were divided into two teams, alternating with each other and approaching the river in a wedge-shaped array. Each time they came into contact with the Turkic wolf cavalry, causing huge damage. Then they quickly broke away and handed over their opponents to another wave of companions.
This tactic of taking turns quickly spread the terrifying effect to the maximum. The frightened tribal warriors could not tell how many enemies were rushing around. They watched helplessly as their companions were either shot by arrows or chopped down with horizontal knives.
, many people's souls flew into the sky. In order not to become the prey of the next round of attacks, they tried every means to escape. Those who had mounts to ride on, regardless of whether the person blocking the way was the enemy or one of their own, would use their horse's hooves to trample over the opponent's head.
Those who lost their horses stretched out their scimitars towards the horses that jumped over.
Every war horse was covered in blood, both from the horse owner and from the robbers. There were almost two to three corpses lying next to each dead horse. Some died from cold arrows flying from the flanks, and more were killed by cold arrows flying from the flanks.
Being hacked to death by their own people. On this autumn night when the brow was rising, the bandits were driven completely crazy by the fear in their hearts. They either killed or were killed. There was almost no third way to choose.
Kill, kill, as long as you can raise the knife, chop to death those who block the way. Whether it is one of your own or the enemy. If you want to return to the grassland alive and see your felt bag and the women and children in it,
You have to fight your way out.
There were piles of corpses on both sides of the bloody road. The starlight was not very bright, but the red on the ground could be clearly seen. There seemed to be a layer of strange flames on the surface, rolling along the river beach toward the autumn water. Soon, the river near the shore also
It turned into dark red, and the thin water waves were like groups of cold will-o'-wisps, rolling silently and alternately into the distance.
The river originally had sounds, but next to the world of blood and fire on the bank, it was almost absolutely silent. The soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army shouted at the top of their lungs and came from the dark night, shooting revengeful arrows at the enemies who were hacking and killing indiscriminately.
Army. When the distance between the two sides narrowed to within twenty steps, they put away their bows according to their usual training, and took off the horizontal sword from behind the saddle. There was a distance of about ten feet between them, and they leveled the horizontal sword at their sides.
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Under the alternating light of fire and starlight, the rows of horizontal knives looked like the fangs in the mouths of ghosts and gods. The Turkic warriors, who had been repeatedly ravaged by the Flying Tiger Army in this way several times, had no courage and could not think of any countermeasures.
, those who could not avoid it immediately turned into flesh and blood on the tips of the "tusks". The horizontal swords of the Flying Tiger Army soldiers were swung down, raised, raised, swung down, opened and closed, and drank blood like hair.
"Kill! Avenge the people who were trapped!" Hou Junji rushed to the front of the team carrying a short-handled, long-edged sword that required both hands to swing. The feeling of revenge was so sweet that every pore on his body was filled with excitement.
He felt excited. In the light of the fire, he saw his burned home, his relatives who were killed, and his brothers and sisters who were taken away as slaves.
"Kill, for the sake of our fathers and fellow countrymen!" The long sword splashed a wave of blood in front of the war horse, making everyone invincible.
Someone put down their weapons in front of his horse, raised his hands and cried loudly. Hou Junji slashed with his sword without hesitation, cutting the opponent into two pieces with one blow. The officers of the Flying Tiger Army who followed him imitated the general's behavior,
Swinging their swords like the wind, the Turkic warriors cried out and begged for mercy, but were cut down like reeds, trampled over by horses' hooves, and driven into the river by inertia.
This was simply a one-sided massacre. The defeated had no power to resist, but the victors had no mercy at all. "Spare your life!" The tribal warriors who lost their fighting spirit fell to their knees on the ground, and the answer was a sharp horizontal sword. "Surrender!" Someone said
While running and shouting, the brothers from the Flying Tiger Army rode up to catch up and kicked their backbones with the front hooves of animals.
They did not think that they were killing innocent people indiscriminately. In fact, there were no innocent people among the bandits on the river beach. Nine out of thirty-nine of the forty-one cities in Yanmen County were attacked by the Turks. Those thirty-nine cities have never been seen again.
It cannot be called a city. Even after the Turks retreated, the place would not be able to regain its vitality within twenty years. There is not a single household without a dead person, and no household is complete. Some women's bodies still have traces of being insulted. In
When they went south, the Turkic warriors did not regard any Central Plains people as their own kind. Whether they were resisters or submissive people, they were animals waiting to be slaughtered. At this moment, the two sides were changing positions, and the Flying Tiger Army could not find tolerance.
reasons.
After several times in and out of the enemy group, Hou Junji found that he had good luck. Under the dim starlight, a group of Turks with bright armor fled in confusion. Almost all the escapees were protecting a nobleman, and
Even in the process of escaping for his life, the nobleman did not forget to give instructions to the people around him.
Then, Hou Junji saw another group of troops led by Li Shimin approaching the enemy, shooting and cutting down a large number of Turkic warriors. However, the brothers encountered some obstacles before approaching the Turkic nobleman, and after peeling off a layer of the enemy
, had to quickly distance themselves from each other.
"There are too few men around the second young master!" Hou Junji told the warrior Xun, and he chased the enemy chief. The opportunity to make a great contribution came. That man must be Shibi Khan, who helped the second young master kill him.
The battle was perfect. But what was unexpected was that after Li Shimin gave Shi Bi a cold arrow, he issued an order that was completely opposite to Hou Junji's wish.
"Junji, let him go!" The next moment, the sound of nature in Shibi Khan's ears was like thunder in Hou Junji's heart. He did not dare to disobey Li Shimin's general order, so he had to kill the guards around Shibi to vent his anger.
After killing four or five enemy soldiers one after another, he turned his horse's head and faced his lord.
"Why did you let him go!" Hou Junji shouted at Li Shimin with blood-red eyes.
"Junji, how could you talk to the second young master like this!" Changsun Wuji let go of his bowstring, shot a tribal warrior who escaped from his horse, and scolded Li Shimin before he could answer.
Hou Junji had been so burned by hatred that he had lost his mind. Even the second son dared to question him. In the eyes of Changsun Wuji, his almost rebellious behavior did not arouse any resentment from Li Shimin. He calmly drew back his bow and drew his sword. The young Li Shimin smiled.
Answer: "Let him go back, then Ashina Gutuoru will not be able to become the Great Khan of the Turks!"
"Isn't Gutuolu our ally?" Hou Junji's anger was suppressed by Li Shimin's calm expression. His mentality quickly calmed down, but his eyes showed a bit of confusion.
"Whether it is Gutuolu or Shibi, as long as he sits in that position, he will be the great Khan of the Turks!" Li Shimin waved his sword, rode his horse, and led the team into another group of enemy troops, like a tiger emerging from the mountains. (
