Martial Sage

this moment.

The Datang man once again stood in this small town on the border of Datang.

Li Wanqing turned on her horse, raised the Tang Dao in her hand, and said.

"Soldiers, this battle will definitely go down in history."

"For Datang! Kill!"

The five hundred soldiers behind him mounted all their horses, and the steadfast gaze that seemed to be at home again appeared in their eyes.

"For Datang! Kill!"

Bang bang bang.

There was a bang from the city gate.

In Li Wanqing's beautiful eyes, killing intent was showering, and she took the lead and rushed out.

Five hundred soldiers lay on horseback behind him, followed closely behind him, and dashed towards the north gate.

Just when Li Wanqing rushed to a few steps away from the north gate.

boom.

The North Gate finally couldn't hold it up at the last moment, and it broke apart.

The Turkic faces with a little excitement suddenly caught Li Wanqing's eyes.

Li Wanqingyu's face was cold, and a pair of eyes shot out two compelling killing intents, and the cold light flashed, straight to the neck of the Turkic soldier.

Puff puff.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh and skin is endless.

The Turkic soldier had not yet recovered from the excitement of breaking the city. When he reacted, he only felt a cold in his neck, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground with a little shock.

Not only this Turkic soldier, but also the three soldiers behind the siege vehicle, at the moment of breaking through the city, they only felt that the figure in front of them flashed and the cold light flashed, and they fell silently back.

In a moment, the five hundred soldiers behind Li Wanqing swarmed.

Just in front of the north gate of Xiangcheng, they fought with the Turkic soldiers who had attacked the city.

A mere five hundred people, but like a tiger out of the cage, unstoppable, swept the entire Turkic siege team under Xiangcheng.

Wherever they went, the Turkic soldiers flew everywhere, screaming endlessly.

The blood sprinkled all over the bridge head in an instant, but with this eye-catching effort, there were three or four real-name Turkic soldiers who died in different places, and their souls were destroyed.

Seeing this, some Turkic siege soldiers hurriedly drew out their scimitars and hurriedly challenged.

After all, these Turkic soldiers are not the generation to be slaughtered, but the elite of the Turkic army, and even the elite of the Tuku tribe.

After the initial shock, he realized in a blink of an eye that this was just a desperate fight after the destruction of the Datang Sergeant City.

Thinking of the Turkic soldiers here, they gradually recovered their usual fierceness, stabilized their positions, and fought hard to resist.

The original inferior situation has also stabilized step by step. With the steady flow of troops rushing to the bridge deck, he abruptly resisted the offensive of the Datang soldiers and faintly gained the upper hand.

Li Wanqing under the gate was also secretly surprised.

Unexpectedly, these Turkic soldiers were so brave.

Under the initial disadvantage, he just compressed his own elite troops under the city, and was not allowed to approach the bridge for half a step.

Facing the difficult situation, the cavalry charge advantage has long disappeared.

Li Wanqing shouted sharply and said.

"Dismount to fight!"

Before she finished her words, Li Wanqing lowered her hips to a painful neigh, and fell down.

Li Wanqing didn't panic. He leaned over and saw the red blood gushing from the horse's leg. Knowing that these Turkic soldiers injured the horse's leg, they flew under the horse and joined the battlefield.

Seeing this, the soldiers behind them knew that the horses had little effect at this time.

Beyond the shadow of the sword, Li Wanqing caught a glimpse of the Turkic general standing at the other end of the moat, and a touch of helplessness and sadness flashed in his heart.

At this moment, it was hopeless to defend Xiangcheng. Even as a heroine of the Datang Dynasty, there was nothing he could do. The defeat was only a matter of time.

In the chaos, Tukur looked at the dying soldiers of the Tang Dynasty triumphantly, and said with a playful smile.

"Tang people! Why are you struggling?"

"Put down your weapons! Save your corpses!"

After all, Na Tul sneered as if appreciating a battle of trapped beasts.

Hearing that, the lieutenant under Tukul also shouted pretentiously.

"Have you heard, you Tang people who do not live or die!"

"My general has something to say first. Those who obediently obey can leave the whole body."

"Otherwise, you damned Tang people, along with the untouchables in the city, bury the grassland warriors who have passed away."

As soon as the voice fell, Li Wanqing gasped, breathed out abruptly, and exasperated.

"You uncivilized barbarians are also worthy to step into Xiangcheng? Let's pass my level first!"

Having said that, Li Wanqing complained repeatedly in her heart.

At this moment, in the corpses layer after layer, the blood had already converged into a trickle, following the bridge deck, into the moat.

The icy moat had long been stained blood red, and there were countless corpses floating around.

I don't know when.

Li Wanqing was covered in blood, and the armor had long been torn, revealing skin with scars of red swords.

In front of her, she didn't know how many Turkic soldiers had fallen, and her arms had already been numbed by the Turkic scimitar.

Relying on the last trace of obsession, he stubbornly held Tang Dao, slashing with one knife at a time, letting the blood splash on the surface of the jade without feeling.

Seeing one after another Datang soldiers lying next to him in a pool of blood, Li Wanqing knew that this was a defensive defense that was doomed to failure.

Scenes from the past come to mind.

In the summer of thirteen years old, she resolutely abandoned her education and entered the military camp. On the day she entered the barracks, her mother held her own hand and sobbed, cursing herself for not being like her daughter's home.

In the spring of fifteen years old, she was promoted to Lieutenant Shao Wu, and Li Jing, who was wearing armor, held the soldier charm for a long time.

In the cold winter when she was fifteen years old, she led Qingqi to ambush the main Turkic forces in the mountain stream and won a great victory. When the class returned to the court, Your Majesty Longyan Dayue praised her as a heroine of the Tang Dynasty.

...

Just between this stupefaction, a machete came head on and went straight to the forehead.

Li Wanqing was horrified, her beautiful eyes wide open, and a voice suddenly came to her mind when she looked at the chilling blade.

that's all.

has it ended?

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