Over the desert, vultures smell the smell of death and circle in circles, giving off the feeling of celebrating the New Year happily.

In their sight, the Turkic army below had completely dispersed.

After this period of fighting, the Turkic elite still numbered 250,000, and their numbers exceeded those in the Central Plains.

Looking down from a distance, it looks like a vast ocean, turbulent and spectacular.

But the invincible army commanded by the Holy Lord Pei Ju is actually a fleet that rides the wind and waves, chopping the waves, tossing and swaying.

They kept galloping on the vast ocean, piercing deeply again and again, crossing back and forth, unstoppable.

Victory is already certain.

Just see how far it goes.

"The prologue of the decisive battle is about to end."

On the hillside in the distance, a group of reincarnations were watching the battle from a distance.

Not all of them are from the academy camp, there are also some scattered unfamiliar faces who were forced out by the shrinking circle of world consciousness.

However, the number of people was not less than fifty.

The second batch of reincarnators who entered totaled 120 to 30 people, and more than half were killed or injured.

This world is truly a purgatory.

It's all the fault of the first batch of reincarnations.

When you go back, you must find those who killed a thousand swordsmen.

Of course, now is not the time to relax.

Because there is still a grudge showdown between the Bounty Guild and the Contract Chamber of Commerce.

The more than 40 people who are still alive have actually joined the Bounty Guild's camp by default. Some of them are not willing to offend themselves and live on the fence, but they have no choice but to take action.

But before that, Huang Shang stood up and said: "There is no room for us Samsaras to play in the frontal battlefield, but it can prevent the Turks from fleeing and let the Central Plains army get full success in this battle! Who is willing to work with me to make the Turks die in one battle?

The clan no longer has the power to recover?"

The backdoor team knew his plan, so naturally they didn't hesitate. They looked at the vice president and signaled that she should speak.

The vice-president still had to maintain the dignity of the top brass of the Bounty Guild in public. He could not throw himself into his arms. He could only raise his hands high and wave the lightsaber as a light stick: "I agree! I agree!"

As soon as the words fell, the Buddha, the Brave Man, the King of Soldiers, and Mystique in a steel suit all flew out.

"Count us in!"

Xu Yue stepped forward, spread out his hands, and a wave of ice swept up Xu Feng, followed closely by Wu Que and Nightingale.

"Of course we are indispensable!"

Feng Mo chuckled, spread out the four pairs of paper talisman wings, and led the three team members, Holy Hand, Hantian, and Congxin, straight into the sky.

"And me!"

"And me!"

Lin Yi, King Kong, Mu Mu, Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San...

Everyone came out one after another. Under the leadership of Huang Shang, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and showed their magical powers to surround the Turkic army from all sides.

For the reincarnators, this is just the prelude to the final battle.

For people in this world, this is the most important battle in their lives and will affect the fate of the Central Plains for hundreds of years.

Since the Five Husties invaded China in the past, the Central Plains has experienced a long period of war, with ten houses and nine empty houses, and the people were in dire straits. Later, after the short-term rule of the Sui Dynasty, wars continued and rebels broke out in all directions.

Fortunately, after experiencing this great unification, the new dynasty will be reborn from Nirvana and become stronger than ever before.

But it is still very difficult to destroy the Turks.

After all, Jieli Khan did not directly use millions of troops to overwhelm all the Turkic troops like Yang Guang did when he conquered Goguryeo.

What he brought with him was 300,000 elite soldiers, and 700,000 string-controlling men were distributed on the prairie.

Now that the war has just begun, the strong army of more than 200,000 is indeed on the verge of collapse.

But as long as Jieli Khan gives the order and orders the Golden Wolf Guard to attack, there is still a chance that both sides will suffer losses.

"Golden Wolf Guard, don't move, let the Khan go first!"

But at this moment, Zhao Deyan stepped forward.

"National Preceptor?"

Jieli Khan changed color.

Zhao Deyan's intention is to give up the eight thousand golden wolf guards to protect himself?

"Great Khan, Pei Ju's martial arts has surpassed that of mortals and has reached the realm of gods. Once he is killed, even the eight thousand golden wolf guards will be like a mantis!"

Zhao Deyan's eyes were full of fear and sadness, and he made a difficult decision: "We must make a choice!"

What to take? What to give up?

There is no doubt that the only way to fulfill the greater self is to sacrifice the little you.

This advice was off-putting and was recognized by Jieli Khan.

He sighed deeply and began to encourage the most trusted guard captain around him.

After a while, the other party swore on the Immortal Heaven that he would protect the Great Khan from leaving safely, so Jieli Khan patted his shoulder: "Your wife, your sister, and your daughter are all raised by me."

The guard captain shed tears of emotion.

Jieli Khan did not know that at the same time, the heads of various tribes wanted to go with him.

The Turkic army did not have legions, only tribes.

The tribes who usually live on the grasslands take up arms in times of war, that is, the army, and all the people are soldiers.

These clan chiefs are all unruly and rebellious. Large tribes are even called little khans, and divisions arise from them.

But this time, the monarch and his ministers are united and united.

Jieli Khan has golden wolf guards, and these clan leaders also have elite personal guards, as well as personal guard captains, who can also help them take care of their wives and daughters.

So soon, they each chose a direction and shifted strategically.

Then there were two clan leaders who collided with Jieli Khan.

Both parties nodded awkwardly but politely, and ran away.

If one general has no courage, the three armies will be exhausted.

Now the Khan has made a strategic retreat, and the leaders of various ministries are following him, without even the most basic command, which is nothing.

The collapse was like the spread of the most terrible plague, and all the Turks began to flee for their lives.

In fact, if they did not escape, even if they could not defeat them, the casualties they would cause to the Central Plains army would be considerable.

No matter how powerful Pei Ju is, no matter how luxurious the Grandmaster's personal guards are, and no matter how sharp Mo Dao is, it is unrealistic to kill more than 200,000 people in just one battle.

Judging from the absolute force of force, the elites selected by millions of Turkic warriors in the field are usually warriors of each tribe, licking blood with their swords, and at least several lives of their men. If they really want to fight to the death at the last moment, the Central Plains army

There would also be heavy casualties.

However, morale collapsed. Let alone resistance, our own horses rushed wildly and trampled to death many warriors who were skilled in archery and horse riding.

The Turks abandoned their armor.

The Central Plains tiger joins the sheep.

Massacre! Massacre!

In the past, when the Five Huns invaded China, the barbarians outside the Great Wall massacred the people of the Central Plains. Most of the people they killed were unarmed people, women and children.

Now the people of the Central Plains are raising their butcher's knives against the Turks, and they are killing the most elite warriors.

"Within twenty years as a Turk, there is no possibility of me going south again."

Jieli Khan could hear the screams behind him, but there was no needless pain, only calculation.

The situation is already looking extremely bad.

But he thinks it's not that bad yet.

In terms of discipline, the Turkic army will never be able to match the elite divisions of the Central Plains. But in terms of survivability, the Turks who licked blood from small knives and responded in a desperate attempt to survive were beyond the reach of the Central Plains.

There were 200,000 elite soldiers in this battle. Even if they were massacred like this, I believe that at least 100,000 people would be able to escape.

Perhaps the courage of this generation has been completely frightened and they will not be able to go south within twenty years, but it will be different twenty years later.

Jieli Khan was right.

In the history of the Sui Dynasty, the Turks invaded in large numbers. Yang Su defeated them and chased them for more than 700 miles. Dulan Khan was defeated and fled. In the end, the army mutinied and was killed by his subordinates. It can be said to be a brilliant victory.

As a result, ten years later, Shibi Khan led a large army to take advantage of Yang Guang's northern patrol, surrounded him, and attacked day and night. Yang Guang was almost captured alive.

In another ten years, Shibi Khan died, and Jieli Khan rose up. Millions of people who controlled the strings became more powerful. Taking advantage of the chaos in the Central Plains, they wanted to make the Emperor of the Central Plains the emperor.

The weeds cannot be burned away, but they grow again when the spring breeze blows.
To be continued...