"Send the order, the whole army will continue to hunt!" On the grassland with the rising sun, Yang Ji stabbed a Turkic commander to the ground, and without looking back, he led his soldiers to kill an elite Turkic soldier who was responsible for breaking up the rear. .
The general who commanded the soldiers to massacre the Xianbei warriors was in the middle of killing when he suddenly felt a cold air approaching. He subconsciously looked up and saw a fierce Sui army breaking into his own army formation. Only the Sui soldier at the head could be seen. The weapon in the general's hand stabbed left and right, unstoppable. Wherever it passed, the Turkic soldiers who were behind were killed and suffered heavy casualties.
He was shocked and turned his horse's head to escape. The situation was unfavorable now and he didn't want to die on the battlefield. At this moment, a Xianbei soldier who was knocked off his horse had a crazy and ferocious look in his eyes and roared. He hugged his horse's legs, making it unable to walk.
"Fuck me." The Turkic general was horrified. He stabbed the opponent with the spear in his hand, directly stabbing the soldier to the ground. Just as he was about to draw his sword and cut off the arms, the breath of death came from Attacked from behind, the Turkic general instinctively thrust his spear back. Then with a roar, a ray of cold light flew past him from behind, and his entire upper body was cut off by the armor-piercing Wujinshan.
Yang Ji's eyes fell on the Xianbei soldier who was trampled into a human shape but tightly hugging the horse's leg, and he chopped off the horse's head with a single blow.
"Kill all the Turks for me!" Yang Ji clamped the horse's belly, and the tall steed, black sweat-blooded horse under his crotch rushed out like a black cloud, at an astonishing speed. The galloping momentum is frightening.
This divine horse was one of Yang Ji's harvests on the battlefield. Its hair was black and shiny, like smooth satin. It was taller and almost a quarter longer than the thousand-mile horse that Yang Jian gave him. It was also faster and stronger. Strong.
It carried Yang Ji to kill the defeated Turks. Yang Ji saw that the Turks were only running for their lives and had no intention of fighting back. His armor-piercing black-gold spear was too long and it was extremely troublesome to retract it, so he simply handed the horse spear to him. With the right hand and the left hand, he pulled out the broad sword called the Qilin Sword. Relying on the BMW's astonishing speed, he rushed forward and cut off a head with one sword, and then cut off another head with one sword. It was extremely enjoyable.
Both the Sui and Xianbei soldiers in the rear were led by Yang Ji, who was easily beheaded, and turned into a gang of murderous demons. They shot arrows from afar and wielded weapons from close range to chop and stab. Since Germany's defeat, they have been so scared that no one dares to look back, so they can only run forward and run away.
A shocking scene appeared on the vast grassland. Even if the Turks were defeated, they were still countless times larger than Yang Ji's army. However, no one dared to look back and were chased and beaten by this group of murderous thugs.
When Yang Ji threw his soldiers away from him and became alone, he turned his horse's head with extraordinary talent and used the length of the penetrating black gold spear to knock off the Turkic soldiers who had fled here one by one.
After joining forces, he led the army back. There were almost all Turkic corpses along the way.
The battle ended in a disastrous defeat for Ashina Wilde, who lost more than 27,000 soldiers. Among them, more than 12,000 Hu Tuojie were burned to death in the West Camp and killed by the Sui army. Even the general Hickler also died on the way to escape.
The Sui army, which won a great victory, only paid a price of more than a hundred soldiers. The huge gap in battle losses shocked the Xianbei people, and they looked at the Sui army with eyes filled with awe. However, the Sui army knew its own affairs. From the time they broke into the Western Camp to the end of the war, they actually did not encounter any decent resistance.
Hu Tuojie, who has strong individual qualities as a soldier, is a mercenary fighting for money. They have neither the concept of loyalty nor team spirit in their hearts. When the war is going smoothly, this kind of army behaves like wolves and tigers; but once things fail, selfish ideas take over and no one is willing to fight desperately. When they were attacked by the Sui army in their sleep and were caught off guard, they only focused on escaping for their own lives. How could they care about the lives of others?
The well-trained and well-equipped Sui army faced such a lamb-like rout and killed them with ease and without any pressure.
The Xianbei people, like all grassland people, worship warriors. They only know that Tuojie is a group of warriors born for killing. They do not realize that one mercenary is a tiger, ten are wolves, and a hundred are sheep. They fight against each other one after another. The Sui army, which killed more than 10,000 Tuojie soldiers without losing a single person, looked up to the mountains in awe.
Although Murong Bei and other knowledgeable people knew the secret, they did not dare to tell it because in this battle, the Xianbei tribe lost more than 15,000 warriors. Their heavy casualties reflected the Sui army's The strength of soldiers.
After this battle, the image of the Sui army's bravery and tallness has taken root in the hearts of the Xianbei warriors. According to the nomadic people's concept of respecting the strong, if Yang Ji tried to recruit him at this time, these warriors who admired the Sui army would definitely He turned his back on the "incompetent patriarch" and followed the powerful Sui army without any psychological pressure.
If Murong Bei dared to expose the difference between Tuojie and the regular army at this moment, and deny the strength of the Sui army, he would definitely be regarded as "the jealousy of the weak" by the warriors in his army, and he would be despised by everyone.
Murong Bei asked his son Murong Yan and the generals to collect the corpses of the warriors. He took a few soldiers to the gathering place of the Sui army to pay homage to Yang Ji. He saluted and said, "See you, Your Majesty."
"The Xianbei warriors are indeed brave and extraordinary. Today, my king has opened his eyes." Yang Ji straightened his face and said to the blushing and speechless Murongbei: "This king is not mocking the noble warriors. Although judging from the results, the nobles suffered heavy losses. But the bravery displayed by these untrained Xianbei warriors is quite astonishing. You are able to persist for so long in the face of Turkic soldiers who are good at conquering and fighting, and your perseverance and will cannot be underestimated."
Yang Ji's words were by no means polite. He was very envious of the fighting power of the Xianbei soldiers. However, he currently had too few troops to push Xianbei, his 'ally', into rebellion until the Sui Dynasty defeated Bujia Khan. A great opportunity to extend our influence to the grasslands. Now it is best to cooperate as an ally. As long as Murong Bei continues to fight him, it is actually not much different from annexation; besides, Xue Yantuo is ambitiously moving eastward, and when the Sui Dynasty has no time to take care of it, it is best to prepare a comparison of strength for Xue Yantuo He was a powerful and ambitious enemy, and if Murong Bei couldn't defeat Xue Yantuo, wouldn't he have to rely on the Sui Dynasty in the end?
"I made the king laugh." Murong Bei felt a little better.
Yang Jixiao asked: "Tell me, where is the nearest Turkic tribe from here?"
"It's the tribe of the Turkic Ashina Zuowu. Zuowu is the Turkic Qijin. His tribe is south of Lake Dele, less than sixty miles away from here." Without thinking, Murong Bei reported a person with whom he was related. A tribe of sworn enemies.
Tutun, who was stationed in the Xianbei tribe, was Zuo Wu's younger brother. Over the years, he had raped Xianbei and given away many of Xianbei's wealth and women to his mother clan, making Murongbei hate them.
"How many warriors are there in the Zuowu tribe?" Yang Ji felt a deep hatred from Murong Bei's tone, and he immediately guessed that the two had deep hatred. But he wanted to kill the Turks, so he didn't mind being Murongbei's knife. Moreover, since the Zuowu tribe was the enemy of the Xianbei people, they would be more diligent in killing, which would greatly reduce the pressure and losses of the Sui army.
This is a win-win result, why not?
"Report to your Majesty." Murong Bei bowed and quickly replied: "This is a large tribe with fifty thousand people who control strings. However, Ashina Zuowu responded to Bujia Khan's order and led 30,000 people to control strings. The best soldiers go south."
"You dare to invade the Sui Dynasty, Zuowu tribe deserves to die." Yang Ji snorted coldly and said to Murongbei: "We will kill all their men today and rest in their tribe. The women and children belong to you Xianbei people. , none of us want it.”
"Yes!" Murong Bei became excited, and the depression caused by the loss seemed to have disappeared. He asked carefully: "Your Majesty, our army has lost many warriors. I can't leave for the time being. Let my son Murong Yan accompany your army. How about going north to fight?”
Yang Ji said nonchalantly: "Okay."
"I'll make the arrangements right now." Murong Bei saluted Yang Ji solemnly, and then ran towards the gathering place of the warriors of his clan.
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After resting for two hours, the Sui army, led by the Xianbei people, headed northeast. After arriving at Zuowu tribe, another fight began.
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