Jieli is a Turkic Khan, and his martial arts skills are not weak.
His arms can draw a five-stone bow and arrow.
With this kind of strength, he can be called a strongman no matter where he is.
Therefore, the arrows he fired were much faster and more powerful than the ordinary three-stone bow.
A soldier of the Tang Dynasty was riding on horseback, picking up the body of a Turkic man with the horse pole in his hand, but an arrow shot directly through the leather neck guard around his neck while he was laughing.
Cutting his laughter deep in his throat.
A stream of thick blood flowed out from the wound.
The horse's shaft in his hand fell off weakly and fell into the snow and blood on the ground.
He held the arrow that had shot through his throat with both hands, but the trembling tail of the arrow failed to shoot.
Across the entire throat, with the arrow in the back of the head.
Just like that, he fell off his horse.
Fighting was happening everywhere.
The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty wrapped in iron armor were slowly advancing.
Li Jing was still beating drums to cheer for the soldiers outside the city, and the drum beats were still coming continuously.
Inspiring these warriors of the Tang Dynasty to step forward bravely, the neighing of the war horses echoed the drumbeats.
When the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty heard the drums, they knew that their commander was still fighting with them.
You may think that what Li Jing did is unreasonable.
Doing so will only attract the hatred of the enemy and become the target of attack.
But Li Jing just did this.
As the best military god in the Tang Dynasty, his actions were definitely not aimless and had his own purpose.
But no one could guess his specific plan.
Li Jing, who was dressed in military uniform, stood on a simple high platform.
The cold wind blew his long beard, and his sword eyebrows were raised with a solemn look.
Although the situation was much better than he imagined, the Turks did not even ride horses.
This really made Li Jing overjoyed.
Jieli was also attracted by the sound of the drums and turned his head to look in the direction outside the city, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark night.
Until Yingyin Chuochuo saw a dark figure, but he was asked to change the target.
The long bow in his hand was once again drawn into a full moon, and three long arrows were attached.
The moment he let go, the three long arrows in his hand flew away like meteors chasing the moon.
The three arrows disappeared into the night and were swallowed up by the endless darkness.
Only when Jieli heard a muffled groan from the distance, he knew that he had hit some targets.
However, the sound of the drum did not stop, which showed that the drummer was not shot.
Li Jing also had a trace of cold sweat on his forehead at this time, and the three arrows with the whistling wind just missed him and shot towards him.
Shoot the arm of a personal guard not far behind him.
Although Li Jing wanted to see the guard's injury immediately, but now he knew that he could not stop, otherwise it would definitely bring a blow to the morale of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.
So the drumming did not stop, but became more rapid.
This time it was no longer a general order but a different tune.
It's very strange.
I don't know who composed this music.
The drum beat became more urgent.
The accents come one after the other.
Like the few clusters of raindrops falling to the ground, or like the thunder in the sky, it rings in your ears but shocks your heart.
No matter who hears this drum sound, they will feel a sense of irritability in their hearts.
If you want to vent your madness, you can relieve it by fighting like crazy.
The sweat on Li Jing's forehead was even worse.
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In this cold season when drops of water turned into ice, the sweat on his forehead still rolled down his cheeks one by one, and cooled rapidly during the rolling process, and finally completely settled on his beard.
Freeze.
It hangs like a string of rosary beads.
The entire battlefield was completely boiling under this strange drumbeat, and everyone was desperate.
Waving the weapons in his hands, he rushed toward the enemy.
The machete, scimitar, and horizontal knives in his hands all went straight forward, either chopping or stabbing.
They all ignored their own defense and faced each other with thin and cold weapons.
The battle situation has completely heated up.
The blood sprayed out like water from a shower, and it spurted out from the neck, chest, and from the stumps of the broken limbs without asking for money.
The strong smell of blood filled the air, and the entire Dingxiang City became a blood-stained city at this moment.
The fighting on the battlefield is still going on, but among the gorgeous mansions in the city, the young man is sitting in a pavilion, listening to the shouts of death coming from outside, with a smile of relief on his face: "This day finally...
This sad life is finally coming to an end, but what should I do, my grandmother?"
He had already begun to have a will to live and die, and had put life and death aside, but thinking of his grandmother who had suffered all the humiliation and suffering in order to let him survive, the young man He frowned again.
He also didn't expect that his aunt was such a person, that she could do such a thing to avenge the country and the family.
However, because of his own drag, his grandmother had to go to the Turks, and the young man's eyes once again burned with crazy anger. .
"All Turkic people deserve to die.
These beast-like things should not exist in the world."
The young man looked ferocious, stood up slowly, bowed three times in the direction of the Tang Dynasty, then turned around and knelt down in the direction of the Turkic king's tent. , kowtowed three times respectfully.
Then he walked out of the mansion with the long horizontal knife placed on the table beside him.
Tonight he was going to do the first thing he had done in years that suited his heart, and he had to do it even if it cost him his life.
The smell of blood on the battlefield spread far away as the wind blew, and the wolves on the grassland began to stir.
The gray-black prairie wolves stretched out their long necks and howled at the sky.
The shrill howls of wolves could be heard far away in the dark night, one after another.
Li Kuan sat on the horse, rising and falling with the rhythm of the horse.
He was thinking about what happened during this period.
This was a habit he had formed since he came to this era.
In this era when there were so many wise men, Li Kuan found his position very accurately.
Because he does not have a high IQ, he cannot take one step at a time and see three steps at a time, so it would be great to take some time off to see what he has done, and to draw some experience from it.
After going deep into the grassland, Li Kuan discovered that in this era of cold weapons, a team of two to three hundred people was too weak.
It might be okay to act as bandits in some remote areas, but on the battlefield, they were just delivering food.
If a team does not have more than a thousand people, then it is completely destined to be hunted down.
Because no matter how much worse the personal strength of the other side's soldiers is than yours, as long as the number of soldiers is more than two or three times yours, there is no other way out if you run away.
Maybe you are good at martial arts and can kill one person or ten people.
But if hundreds of thousands of people swarm forward, can you kill them?
If you can't kill them, then their knives can kill you.
After all, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you will never be indestructible.
So Li Kuan felt that he should form an army.
Even the smallest team of a thousand people was stronger than the three hundred mysterious armors obtained through Li Er's relationship.
Nearly one-third of these three hundred mysterious armors have died, and now there are only a little over two hundred.
It's because the number of people is really too small.
Of course, in addition to suffering from the number of people, there is another reason, and that is Li Kuan himself.
Li Kuan likes to fight tough battles and face-to-face confrontations.
Although he can also use sneak attacks and the like, Li Kuan still doesn't grasp the various timings well.
It's different in head-to-head confrontations.
He just needs to kill the enemy when he sees it.
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This kind of fighting method can be called upright in terms of military tactics.
It is not like an ambush or an attack on a camp.
Thinking about these, Li Kuan was quiet in his own world, and the howling of wolves outside could not interrupt his thinking.
He rushed into the grassland, encountered the Turkic army, was chased, and then captured Ashinadur.
Then he returned, entered the grassland again, and attacked several Turkic tribes.
Li Kuan recalled the experience of the journey to the royal court in his mind.
Go over it and think about the shortcomings of what you have done.
Behind him, more than a hundred knights were following his pace.
In the middle of the team was a carriage, and three women were on the carriage.
On a horse next to the carriage is Asnadur, who is trapped like a rice dumpling.
At this time, several people were silent.
Who would have expected that they would become prisoners, and their captor would actually be a Tang Army captain who looked like a child.
They were almost reaching Dingxiang City, and Li Kuan could already hear the rapid drum beat.
This mysterious drum music had a mysterious power that made Li Kuan suddenly come out of his own world, because when he heard the drum sound, he actually wanted to fight in his heart.
The feeling that oppresses your heart can only be released by letting go and venting.
This feeling made Li Kuan feel uneasy, so he directly ordered the entire army to suspend their advance and rest on the spot.
The shouts of killing could be heard faintly.
It seemed that the soldiers on the battlefield regarded the enemy on the opposite side as their enemy who had the hatred of killing their father and taking away their wives.
They all wanted to cut the opponent into thousands of pieces in order to feel at ease.
A Turkic man jumped up from the ground, and despite his body being pierced by a long horse spear, he powerfully took off the helmet of a Datang soldier.
Suddenly the head of the Tang soldier was exposed, and at this moment, several Turkic soldiers rushed forward desperately, the scimitars in their hands flashed with cold light, and immediately several knives struck at the head of the Tang soldier. past.
The Tang soldier who was riding on the horse also showed a look of madness on his face.
He loosened his grip and threw away the horse.
With a swish sound, he pulled out a horizontal knife and swiped it fiercely in front of him, sending the two men flying into the air.
The Turkic soldiers in the middle were cut in half in front of their horses.
Then an iron bridge, lying on the horse's back.
He dodged a scimitar slashed diagonally from the side, took his foot out of the stirrup, kicked the Turkic soldier holding the knife horizontally, and kicked him away.
However, he could no longer dodge the second blow.
Four Turkic soldiers made a sneak attack, and a scimitar cut straight through his neck from the other side, cutting off his head.
Scenes like this can be seen everywhere in the small city of Dingxiang, either with soldiers from the Tang Dynasty falling on their horses or Turks lying on the ground.
The flickering bonfires illuminated the figures, and battlefields spread throughout the streets and alleys of the city.
The people living in the city also suffered disasters, either being hacked to death or captured by the Turks.
As a hostage threatening the Tang soldiers.
However, before arriving at Dingxiang City this time, Li Jing had already explained that the people in Dingxiang City were all stubborn supporters of the former Sui Dynasty.
The reason why they appeared in Dingxiang, a city built on the basis of the Turks, was that Because here is the Sui King Yang Zhengdao who was canonized by the Turkic King.
Therefore, these people cannot be regarded as common people of the Tang Dynasty, and there is no need to care about their life or death.
Therefore, those Turks who took hostages were still stabbed to death by Tang soldiers.
For one reason or another, the people in these cities suffered countless casualties.
For a time, in addition to the shouts of killing, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of war drums, there were also cries and howls.
A perfect quartet was staged on this battlefield
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