Chapter 67 The nightmare of the Turks is coming again. Fortunately, after this battle, I will never
Beyond the Wall.
Woohoo! Woohoo!
The vast horn sounded, and under the confident gaze of Jieli Khan, 30,000 Turkic cavalry charged with an earth-shattering momentum, as if dark clouds were pressing directly over them.
In the Central Plains, 30,000 cavalry is indeed a considerable force. If they are elite men, they can fight all over the world.
But in Turks, it's just ordinary.
Because the Turks claim to have millions of people who can control strings.
As the name suggests, anyone who can pick up a weapon and shoot an arrow is considered a master of string control.
After wringing out the water, there are roughly 500,000 usable soldiers.
If you twist it again, there will be about 200,000 elites.
This terrifying lineup was the capital of Jieli Khan to lead his army south this time.
All the soldiers were elite, and the power that swept the world was overwhelming. When the soldiers from the Central Plains saw it, they all had a fighting spirit.
But Li Jing was stunned to hold on.
The defense lines used were the defense lines left by the Northern Qi Dynasty in the past, specifically targeting the Turkic cavalry, causing them to return without success again and again.
But this also came at a price.
One after another, fresh lives fell under the rain of arrows that vibrated from the bowstrings. Every time they fought to collect the corpses, everyone's fists were clenched.
But they must be patient and defensive.
Wait until the Central Plains is unified.
Wait until a new and powerful dynasty rises.
At that time, it will be time for revenge.
From the Northern and Southern Dynasties, to the Sui Dynasty, and now...
For hundreds of years, the Turks have burned, killed and looted on the borders of the Central Plains!
Even the hatred of Wu Huanhua in the past is included!
Finish it all together!
And now, we have finally waited for this day.
No more shrinking.
Li Jing led 20,000 cavalry to fight.
At this moment, facing the overwhelming torrent, Li Jing's eyes fell on the ground.
It wasn't that he was afraid, on the contrary, he looked at the regularly bouncing stones on the ground and stroked his long beard.
That calm and composed look infected everyone.
Even Song Que couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes when he looked at this "wisdom sword".
In terms of personal strength, although Li Jing is also a master, he is considered weak among the Seven Swordsmen, and is not as good as Song Que in terms of flattery.
But the opponent's method of training troops was such that even Song Que had to admit defeat.
When you see an advantage, you move forward; when you know it's difficult, you move away; the wind is rushing and the lightning is rolling, and you don't maintain your formation.
These sixteen-character policy are Li Jing's basic methods for training cavalry.
Even though Song Que was more unconstrained in strategy, the limit of what he could achieve when it came to training cavalry was this.
But on this basis, Li Jing trained light cavalry, and he was able to live without food. They had the same requirements. He sent several groups of cavalry into the grassland long before the decisive battle between the two parties. As a result, when the Turks saw those Central Plains cavalry, they actually suspected that they were from the grassland.
From the tribe.
This is beyond Song Que's reach.
In history, it was also based on this method that he led three thousand light cavalry deep into the grassland, captured Jieli Khan in the tent of the Turk king, and destroyed the Eastern Turks.
In this battle, Song Que also wanted to join the battle, but Li Jing declined because the southern cavalry was acclimatized.
In fact, acclimatization is a problem, but it is not serious.
This is the world of Chinese martial arts, and the physical fitness of individuals is far stronger than that of real history. It is summer again, otherwise when southerners come to the icy and snowy north, they themselves will fall first.
So the real reason is that I still don’t like it.
"kill!"
This was exactly what happened at this time. When the Turkic cavalry was exactly a thousand steps away from here, Li Jing waved his hand and took the lead. His high-pitched voice, full of confidence, spread to the ears of every Central Plains soldier.
"kill!"
Immediately, 20,000 troops followed Li Jing and rushed out. Their bravery and fierceness were exactly the same as those of the Turkic elite cavalry.
Well-equipped equipment is much more than that.
Because in addition to the crossbows on their backs, the weapon in their hands is a long sword.
Modao!
Historically, the Mo Dao was first cast in the Han Dynasty by Shang Fang Ling for use by the royal family. It was commonly known as the Shang Fang Sword. In the Tang Dynasty, it was called the Horse-Zhancking Sword, and in the Song Dynasty it was changed to the Ma-Zhanbing Dao.
As for the Mo Dao that was improved by Lu Miaozi, except for its use for cutting horses, everything else has changed. It has been used for both infantry and cavalry. It has different lengths and specifications, and the most important thing is that it is infuriating.
conductivity.
The soldiers in this world are not like those in the Tianlong World. They are just ordinary people with slightly stronger bodies. In the rich environment of heaven and earth's vitality, they have developed true energy even if they cannot practice upper-level martial arts.
In this way, Lu Miaozi also paid attention to the conductivity of zhenqi when making Mo Dao. Even if it is limited by materials and costs, the zhenqi conducted is far less than that of a real upper-level weapon. However, when it is poured into the blade,
, and only four words can describe it.
Invincible.
This was the case at this moment. In terms of archery, the Qingqi trained by Li Jing were no different from the Turks who had been proficient in bows and horses since childhood, but their discipline was much stronger. What was even more terrifying was the moment of hand-to-hand combat.
The Turks showed ferocious faces, stamped their horses' hooves wildly, and roared like the earth was shaking as they rushed over.
What greeted them was a long, slender knife.
The Central Plains army raised their hands and waved forward uniformly.
Whoosh!
The wave appears!
Bloody wave!
The sword is meant to kill a horse, but when it is actually swung out, both the horse and the man will be killed.
The cavalrymen in the first row waved three swords in succession, immediately slowing down their horses. During the interplay between the horses, the cavalrymen in the second row caught up.
And then back and forth.
Viewed from a high altitude, the entire army is like an unstoppable river, pushing forward.
And the broken limbs and arms of those men and horses were like rising waves of red flames...
The screams first came and went, and then disappeared.
There seemed to be silence between heaven and earth, but it was just the feeling of Jieli Khan under extreme shock.
Just because before his eyes, there were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, dyeing the grassland into a red battlefield.
The vultures in the sky even flew down impatiently, fearing that the heads covered with flesh and blood would be trampled to pieces by the horses' hooves.
There is actually no shortage of food for the vultures.
Pieces of broken limbs were scattered and piled up layer by layer.
They are all Turks.
Obviously in the previous battle, they fought against the Central Plains people, and the other side was completely defending against the city wall, which was already in danger.
Why did the situation take a sudden turn for the worse?
It was such a bloody scene that even the generals in the Central Plains trembled when they saw it, not to mention the Turkic Khan and the leaders of the tribes.
The former is fear.
The latter is excitement.
"Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
Listening to the sounds below, Liu Wuming and others felt the changes in the world and sighed: "Sure enough, the war of destruction of the Turks is when the circle begins to shrink."
I am afraid that all reincarnations are mentally prepared for the shrinking of the world. After all, compared to the evil king's punishment on behalf of heaven, the consumption required for the shrinking of the world's consciousness is actually smaller.
There's no reason not to use it.
But this is the most difficult test for everyone in the Contract Chamber of Commerce camp.
Liu Wuming, Invincible, four elite team members, plus "one" Gu Xueshe, a mere seven people, have to face more than forty reincarnations gathered under the Bounty Guild.
Under normal circumstances, when the circle shrinks until the two sides face each other head-on, it is the moment of death.
Fortunately, the Contract Chamber of Commerce has the "Green Emperor", which is an invincible trump card.
Even if it only lasts seven minutes.
After Guxueshe lost her "venom" and "g-virus", she was left with the last and most diffuse "t-virus".
As a trump card to die together.
This is the most life-saving thing.
But she still feels it's not safe.
Because there is an evil king.
An evil king who is moody, guides the reincarnators when he is kind, and kills the reincarnators when he is dark. He is completely unable to use logic to deduce.
So when we arrived at the Turkic camp, we were about to make the final layout.
"We must find a way to crack Mo Dao!"
"If that doesn't work, kill Pei Ju. Once he dies, the Central Plains will inevitably fall apart again!"
Inside the golden tent, Jieli Khan's eyes were bloodshot, but when a fairy in white floated in, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and then filled with lust.
He was too nervous and wanted to vent.
What's more, even without the unparalleled pressure brought by the Central Plains, no one can withstand the sight of this peerless beauty in white clothes fluttering like a fairy!
Seeing the unabashed lustful looks of the barbarians, Liu Wuming adjusted his glasses and thought of himself in the past.
It was a spring season, and he combed his hair like an adult, put on a handsome suit, and went on a date with Gu She.
After getting to know each other, and mainly giving Gu She all the Valentine's Day gifts from ages one to eighteen, the two began a formal relationship.
Half an hour later, he was walking on the clouds.
After walking for three minutes, it descended.
Although it didn't last long, it is still worth remembering.
But the more he misses her, the more Liu Wuming feels unworthy of Gushe at this moment.
She was originally a goddess of unparalleled beauty, but in order to survive, she was forced to this point. However, it was impossible to look back.
What a pity, what a pity.
Closer to home, Jieli Khan has no chance to walk on the clouds.
Because this is a mortal man.
For those who are destined to die, even the current Gu Xueshe would not even look at him.
Her targets here are Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin.
When a mighty pressure, equivalent to the Shattered Void, directly suppressed Jieli Khan and lowered his noble heads, the fairy's cold words made the two great masters moved:
"The desert temple appears, which contains the secrets of breaking the limits of life and shattering the void, as well as the last guardian power of all the grassland tribes!"
The fairy is coming.
Fairy goes.
Two great masters were taken away.
And Liu Wuming's eyes also brightened.
"Our final decisive battle is at the Temple of War!"
"As for the Turks, let them be destroyed!"
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Woohoo! Woohoo!
The vast horn sounded again, and the Central Plains army marched in uniform steps, rumbling closer. Seeing the flag fluttering, and a five-clawed golden dragon flying above it, Jieli Khan and the tribal leaders under his command all stiffened.
.
Because seeing that big flag means that the Mo Dao that drove the Turks to pieces will be cut down again with the force of cutting through the sky.
These days, their courage and determination have been shattered.
When Li Jing trained his troops, he didn't pay attention to the endless changes, but he just used one move to conquer the world.
Riding and shooting are unparalleled, and Mo Dao is invincible.
If the same tactics are used repeatedly, the Turks will either not fight or they will be defeated!
Defeat! Defeat! Defeat!
Of the 300,000 elite troops, 50,000 were lost in just half a month.
Such a heavy loss would, under normal circumstances, be a demoralizing defeat.
But before Bi Xuan left, he made it clear that the emergence of the desert temple was the turning point of the Turks' great fortune.
The former "Crazy Thunder" Heze got the opportunity to be promoted to the Grand Master from this, and then Bi Xuan also witnessed the temple with his own eyes, and finally took a step forward and stepped into the realm of the Grand Master.
In the hearts of the Turks, this is a miracle from the Immortal Heaven.
Appearing at this time, there is no doubt that he is here to turn the tide.
So what is needed now is persistence.
They really had no choice but to retreat.
After all, the opponent he faces now is no longer the former emperor of the Central Plains or one of the princes.
Rather, he was the "old friend" of the Turks, the number one person in the world who ruined "Crazy Thunder" Heze with one hand, split the Turkic Empire with the other, and forced the Turks to not dare to invade south for decades.
Now it is truly No. 1 in the world.
At this moment, Jieli Khan focused his eyes and saw that person. He stood out from the crowd and came to the front of the military formation.
He wears a white robe without any gold embellishment, just as he protects the common people and educates all peoples.
"Holy Lord!"
"Holy Lord!"
"Holy Lord!"
The next moment, the Central Plains army roared like a tsunami.
This is a rather strange, yet extremely fitting title.
According to other emperors, who unified the world and could not wait to ascend to the throne of the Nine-Fifth Emperor, the Son of Heaven.
But Pei Ju didn't.
He personally went to the battlefield outside the Great Wall.
Take the lead, take risks personally, work together as one, and the three armies are dedicated to their lives.
When the supreme leader is on the front line, he only needs to be responsible for all arrangements. He does not need to ask for instructions at all levels, which will delay the opportunity to fight. If any sudden change occurs, he can make an immediate decision. How terrible is this kind of army?
This is a truth that any general understands, but how many people can come to the battlefield if the emperor personally leads the expedition?
Being able to command from the rear is a huge encouragement to the morale of the military. What is most feared is that Yang Guang is so eager to achieve success and does not have the military ability to have experienced hundreds of battles, so he just commands blindly.
The Ninth Five Supreme Being holds supreme power over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and is an invincible commander who is proficient in tactics and has experienced hundreds of battles.
But this one is different.
Although he himself is not an invincible commander, he can teach the most outstanding disciples in different fields, and is proficient in hundreds of schools of thought, covering everything.
At this time, seven people rode out behind Pei Ju.
Jinyang Academy.
The Seven Swords of the Academy.
"Sword of Wisdom" Shang Mingyue.
"Junjian" Junjian.
"Crazy Sword" Pei Yuanqing.
"Smart Sword" Li Jing.
"Shang Jian" Shang Xiu.
"Xiao Jian" Lin Yijiang.
"Spirit Sword" Dugu Feng.
After them, there are various sects in the world.
upright!
Ning Daoqi, Song Que, Shi Feixuan, You Chuhong, Dou Jiande, Li Mi, Shi Long, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling...
The magic door!
Changsun Sheng, You Niaojuan, Jin Huanzhen, Zhou Laotan, Ding Jiuchong, Zhang Lihua, Wen Caiting, Danmei, Anlong...
When the master of Cihang Jingka and the master of the Yingui sect each appeared with a group of the most powerful disciples, Yu Yan, representing the appearance of the most luxurious lineup in the world.
Grandmaster's personal guard.
"war!"
At this moment, Pei Ju stretched out his hand, and the Purple Thunder Sword fell between his five fingers, pointing diagonally at the sky.
There were no long speeches, no pre-war mobilization, and no need for declarations of revenge.
A simple word, such as "Hong Zhong Da Lu", shakes everyone's heart and makes the blood surge to the extreme in an instant.
Destroy the enemy in one battle.
From today onwards, Turks will cease to exist.
Everyone felt this belief, and then Pei Ju rode on Mr. Bai and began to charge.
The Grandmaster's personal guards and tens of thousands of light cavalry began to charge.
Amidst the earth-shattering sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground, Mr. Bai, who was all white and the most spiritual, arrived 800 steps in front of the Turkic position in almost the blink of an eye.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Jieli Khan suddenly became excited.
This must be the blessing of the Immortal God.
God-given opportunity! God-given opportunity!
"roar!"
He gave an order, and all the Turkic warriors in the front line bent their bows and set arrows, and the bowstrings sounded.
Thousands of arrows roared out with a ferocious roar of death, shot into the sky at a uniform angle, and then drew a beautiful parabola, burning the clouds and splitting the sky, falling towards Pei Ju's only path.
"Death! Die! Die... No! This is impossible!"
Jieli Khan gritted his teeth, jumped up and down, and no longer had the same demeanor as the previous Khan.
But the next moment, a scene happened that made him unbelievable and even scared him.
Pei Ju raised his head and looked up.
Then the arrows stopped.
The arrows all over the sky seemed to be fixed by an invisible force and just stopped in mid-air.
The law!
Mr. Bai made an excited voice, as if he was also proud of his master's unparalleled power. He increased his speed and rushed directly into the Turkic army.
The shrill screams rang out, the flowers of blood bloomed, and the Turkic warriors were stunned.
Because this man was holding a horse spear, and he just waved it casually, but every time he waved it, it spanned a hundred meters.
It's like the palm of a god, fidgeting with the small chess pieces on the table at will. It doesn't take much effort, but they fall into pieces.
The chess pieces are dead objects, but they are living people.
So we can only change from life to death.
Jieli Khan watched in amazement as Pei Ju swept all the way, avoiding the Chinese army, strolling leisurely, as relaxed as if he was assigning homework in the academy.
This is no longer human martial arts.
It is the divine power given by the Immortal God.
No, it’s not that exaggerated. It’s just tearing apart the Eternal Sky and shattering the void!
The most iconic feature of reaching this point is that one person is against an army!
Chuan Ying can do it because he has entered this state for the first time, and the evil king has already completed this state in his incarnation.
The effects of the two are naturally completely different.
What's more, behind this holy king, there are also the Grandmaster's personal guards!
Hundreds of grand masters turned into bodyguards to protect the holy king and rushed over.
It is difficult to describe the overwhelming momentum, like a hundred winds and thunders, piercing into the Turkic army formation.
Under this powerful impact beyond imagination, the Turkic military formation was like a broken embankment before a violent storm, torn apart by just one encounter.
Then there was blood and flesh splattering, and howling all over the place.
This is a sharp knife. It may seem unstoppable, but in fact it is impossible to kill all the enemies.
But the mission has been completed. When the vanguard breaks the opponent's hard shell into pieces, it is the time to reap fruitful results.
Because the Central Plains army is coming.
The blade of the blade shone with light and shone with cold light as it lightly sliced through the first layer of scattered Turkic soldiers.
Modao!
Simply slash, slash, slash again.
Under the leadership of the Seven Swords, Iron Shoes stepped out in the most hearty rhythm, rising and falling in the roar of killing, and racing wildly on the grassland boiling like blood and fire.
The blood spread crazily, slashing and killing all the way, and directly tore a gap in the formation of the Turkic army.
Then comes the massacre.
"Desert Temple, where is the protection of Changshengtian? Where is it?"
Jieli Khan's figure was on the verge of collapse. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and tears burst down his face at some point.
Everything in front of me is like a nightmare,
In other words, Pei Ju was the Turks' nightmare from beginning to end.
Only now, the nightmare comes again.
Fortunately, after this battle, I will never dream again.
The Holy King comes out.
Destroy the Turks.
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(I used my mobile phone to write 5,000 words, but my fingers feel bad. I was injured by the computer today, and it’s less than 12,000. I’ll buy a new computer tomorrow. If everything goes well, I’ll try to get 15,000 in three updates.)