Martial Sage

When Jie Li Khan was looking forward to the future in the military account, he did not know that there would be a huge bad news soon.

On the other side, Tang Hao's carpet-like search finally got results.

A scout rushed over, said.

"General, there is a Turkic cavalry in front, rushing towards this side."

Tang Hao slowly slowed down and asked.

"How many people?"

The scout responded.

"Roughly estimated, there are tens of thousands of people."

Hearing this, Tang Hao's eyes flashed brightly, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Fortunately, I didn't rashly travel all the way east, otherwise the affairs of Xiangcheng and Baidaocheng were exposed, and maybe where I would ambush myself.

Now that this dark thunder was discovered by himself, it was a great blessing.

Tang Hao Lang said.

"Order the various ministries, the whole army to prepare to encircle and annihilate this Turkic soldier!"

With an order, the two left Xiaowei generals behind him cupped fist said.

"promise!"

At the same time, the 20,000 soldiers neatly lined up quickly moved.

Twenty thousand soldiers were quickly divided into three battle groups, the left wing, the right wing, and the Chinese army.

As the main general of this team, Tang Hao stood at the top of the Chinese army, and two generals from Zuo Xiaowei led the left and right wing respectively.

The three battle groups, not far apart from each other, echoed each other. Go forward together and move forward as a whole.

At the same time, tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers, like a rolling wave, stepped on the green grass, rolling in.

The two teams, just like this, met unexpectedly on this grassland.

Tang Hao pulled out the Blue Nightmare sword, pointed it at the barbarians, and shouted loudly.

"For Datang! Kill!"

The loud voice echoed on this vast grassland.

Woo~

The melodious horn of Datang sounded.

The 20,000 cavalrymen looked like a frenzy, and under the leadership of Tang Hao, they marched forward bravely.

At this moment, Martial Soul suddenly added himself.

The 20,000 Turkic soldiers suddenly ascensioned a bit more quickly. Each of them, like a chicken blood, yelled and called with a strong fighting spirit.

In the sun, the armor was glowing with silver light, and every Tang knife shone with cold.

The sound of rumbling horses' hoofs resounded throughout the world.

The sound of fighting was deafening.

Ahead.

A sharp horn sounded in the Turkic team as well.

Those savage Turks roared like wild beasts, brandishing the scimitars in their hands, driving their horses, and rushing towards Tang Jun.

Just in this vast grassland, two cavalry teams violently collided together.

Clang clang.

The sound of metal crashing rang through the grassland.

The bloody fight begins at this moment.

Tang Hao took the lead with Shibaqi and rushed into the Turkic ranks.

The silver spear's light was radiant, like a dragon tossing, accompanied by tyrannical strength, it instantly penetrated a Turkic soldier.

The blood spewed out.

At this moment, Tang Hao and Shi Shiqi were like a killing machine, and no matter where they went, they would set off a bloody storm.

Blood mist rose from the sky.

The sound of fighting, howling, and the painful neigh of war horses, intertwined into a battle song that shook the world.

The two armies, with more than 30,000 men, were thoroughly mixed together.

The knives are brilliant, the swords and halberds are intertwined.

Under the influence of Martial Soul's aura, the speed and physical strength of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty received a slight bonus, and they unconsciously surpassed the Turkic soldiers.

This battle on the grassland was destined to become unfair from the very beginning.

The balance of victory gradually tilted towards Datang as time passed.

Tang Hao and Shi Shiba ride through the entire battlefield.

The silver spear and various weapons turned into sharp sickles in the hands of the god of death, harvesting the lives of Turkic soldiers.

Under the charge of this squad, the Turkic cavalry was ruthlessly pierced.

"For Datang, kill!"

"For Datang, kill!"

The loud slogans gradually suppressed the roars of the Turkic people, filling every corner of the battlefield, reverberating endlessly.

The military flag with the word "Tang" is standing in the army and flying freely.

The battle flag does not fall, the fight will not stop.

Earlier, when Datang's elite faced the Turkic soldiers, with well-equipped equipment, they were worthy of a fight with these brutal Turkic soldiers.

At this moment, it is completely different.

The 20,000 well-equipped troops, under the influence of the unconscious Martial Soul, have taken their combat power to a higher level.

Such a disparity in force has already given Datang's soldiers an advantage silently.

In a one-on-one situation, it can even easily fight against the Turkic cavalry.

After half an hour, those fierce Turkic soldiers had obviously dropped a lot, and they gradually became tired.

On the other hand, Datang's side seemed to have endless energy, and the momentum of the fight was not reduced by a minute and a half.

With the passage of time, more and more Turkic soldiers fell to the ground.

He died in Yellow Springs, and his soul returned to his hometown.

The fighting gradually ceased, and Conggui was calm.

The sun is setting.

The sky was a sunset glow, as if it was dyed red by the blood on this fertile field.

On the grassland, all the grass and Yinyin were stained red with blood.

Looking around, there are corpses and horses everywhere.

Tang Hao dragged the silver spear obliquely, walking in the bloody sea of ​​corpses, stepping on the broken armor, announcing the end of this tragic war.

Twenty thousand cavalrymen wiped out this Turkic cavalry.

None of the Turkic soldiers who prided themselves on the invincibility of the grasslands escaped and died in battle on the grasslands.

"General, our soldiers lost more than 3,000 people and slightly injured more than 1,000."

A general Zuo Xiaowei immediately reported to Tang Hao.

Three thousand.

Tang Hao can still bear this loss, after all, there are more than 10,000 Turkic soldiers on the opposite side.

This is still an absolute advantage in number, equipment, and casualties with the blessing of Martial Soul.

If it is half-open, conservatively estimate that the number of casualties would have doubled.

Tang Hao Lang said.

"Clean up the battlefield, just wound the soldiers, fix an hour, go east!"

After solving this Turkic cavalry, Tang Hao had no worries, and now he had two options in front of him.

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