The combat effectiveness of the Western Turkic warriors was strong. Facing the captive soldiers who turned against each other, they were not panicked at all. Under the leadership of their respective commanders, they waved the scimitar and carried out orderly killing like the sickle of the god of death. The captive soldiers were cut off their throats one by one by one, and these well-trained Turkic warriors still had no expression on their faces.

They are the elites of Tong'e's direct line, and they have been trained for many years. They no longer have normal human emotions and can only obey Tongluo's will and complete his orders.

Blood soaked their armor, from bright red to dark red, and finally solidified in the gaps of the armor. Tong'e looked at this scene, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she was very enjoying it.

The sound of the trumpet of withdrawal was heard, and the prisoners who dared to turn against were dead. The remaining ones who did not dare to turn against each other quickly retreated to the side camp of the Turkic people under the scolding of the Turkic warriors, where their wives and children had long been looking forward to... The Turkic people drove away the tribes that were subdued by their force, and the looted population went to war together. In addition to being hostages, forcing male soldiers to fight for them and threatening male soldiers to escape, they could also vent their vents for the Turkic warriors. This was an old routine passed down from the time of Datou Khan...

The tortured women and children were nervously staring at the blood-stained faces, begging for their own men to appear... But most of them were destined to be disappointed. Those men who were lucky to return to their families, hugged their wives and children tightly, gasping for breath, their eyes full of glory, and they were full of gladness, glad that they had lived another day... Although they didn't know whether they would be life or death tomorrow, at least they could be reunited with their wives and children today.

As for those poor people who didn't wait for their men in the end, they either hugged their heads and cried, sobbed, or stood there without expression... In fact, there was no difference in how they reacted, because no one in this world paid attention to their pain. From time to time, they couldn't think about it, picked up stones on the ground and smashed their heads to death, and the people next to them did not stop them. Instead of living like a walking corpse, death may be a relief for them.

The Kucha people on the city wall saw the Turks retreating and fell on the city wall like they were exhausted. Many carrier pigeons fell off just now, and they already knew that the Tang army was coming. Now that the family is drooping westward, the Tang army will come to save them if they hold on for a few more hours.

At present, there are dead bodies under the city walls. The captive soldiers were scared and it was impossible to attack the city again. The Turks were all cavalrymen, and dead bodies would make their horses unable to run, and cleaning them was not something that could be done in an hour, so they could still take a breath for the time being.

Their family took the opportunity to climb up the city wall and deliver food to them. Although the smell of blood in the air made them unable to eat, they had to eat so that they could maintain their strength to fight. Someone told the family about the news that the Tang army was coming, and a hint of joy appeared on the faces of the women and children. Many of them had never seen the Tang army. They had only heard of the bravery of the Tang army and the wealth of the Tang Dynasty from the merchants who came and went. Now, this has become their only belief, the belief to persevere.

Soon it was spread to ten or ten times, and in the end everyone knew. The atmosphere in the city became more cheerful than ever before. Even the families who had lost their loved ones seemed to feel that the sadness was not that strong...

Turkic camp.

The atmosphere in the camp became very serious. The leaders of the upper class and soldiers of the lower class couldn't help but whisper and talk about the battle just now. They were not worried about whether they could win. This time, the Western Turks had a huge nest, and there were 150,000 cavalrymen, and there was no suspense in the battle. They just couldn't understand why Tong'e wasted time in Kucha. Although Kucha was rich, there was enough food and grass now. Military, Kucha was not enough to protect himself and did not have the ability to echo the Tang Dynasty. Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to directly advance eastward and fight to the Tang Dynasty to the death.

"Welcome to the great khan!"

A voice sounded, and all the generals stood up, and walked in with Ashimu following behind him.

Everyone looked at him, and even destroying several countries, they had established the majesty of Tong'e and the nature of Turks, making them prefer a great khan like Tong'e, rather than a pacifist like Nishu.

Tong'e sat in the main seat, looking at the generals, without saying a word. She just kept her face open and stared at outside the tent... He seemed to be waiting for something, and the atmosphere inside the tent became even more solemn.

"The messenger is here!" A sudden shout, Tong E's expression finally changed. He glanced at A Shimu, who stood up and walked to the door of the tent, and brought someone in.

"See Khan!"

"No gift." Tong'e looked at the messenger and said, "Do you have something to say to your master?"

"The master has a letter, please sweat a lot." The messenger took out a letter from his close-fitting clothes and handed it to Ashimu. Ashimu passed it to Tong'e. Tong'e opened the letter and looked at it, his face became even more gloomy.

He pulled out the scimitar, the sword light was like lightning, and the messenger screamed and his left ear fell.

"Go back and tell your master that if he dares to break the contract, the warriors of the Western Turks will directly march north. If he can bear Ben Khan's anger, he will try it! Get out!"

The messenger fled in a hurry, Tong E took a deep breath and said, "Each of them returned to the camp to prepare for war. After dawn, if the Tang army did not come, give up Kucha and go straight to Gaochang! Ben Khan wants to see if Gaochang and others will save him!"

...

In the big tent, the oil lamp flickered and darkened. Ashimu was roasting lamb legs for Tong'e. Ashimu's barbecue technique was obviously first-class. With the scimitar flying, the lamb legs turned into leaves and scattered on the plate one by one, and it turned out to be the same size.

"Sweat, how much should I eat?" Ashimu asked softly, handing over the plate and the knife.

"When there is no one, don't call me a big sweat." Tong'e took a sip of wine and said, "You are my adopted son and will not change because of your identity."

"Thank you, Da Khan." A Shimu still didn't change his words. It's true that Tong'e was indeed his adoptive father, but after Tong'e became a Khan, he was moody and had to be careful. Otherwise, if a wrong sentence would probably be the reason for his death in the future.

Tong'e glanced at Ashimu and did not correct him. Youyou said, "It seems that this time is a bit difficult."

"Ah?!" Ashimuwan didn't expect that Tong'e would say this, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Khan, we have an army of 150,000, and our food and grass are enough, so it's impossible to win?"

"That bastard Yi Nan, let the messenger tell me that the person who came to help was Li Mu, the Marquis of Luoyang. He had been named General of the Cavalry by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and led 20,000 troops to help."

"It's only 20,000 yuan, so Yi Nan dared not fight?" A Shimu was unbelievable, and a terrible possibility appeared in his mind, and he said in a trembling voice: "Da Khan, should Yi Nan be lying to us at the beginning. He had already colluded with the Tang Dynasty..."

"No," Tong'e waved his hand and said, "Yi Nan is greedy and takes advantage of the situation. If he has the chance, he will definitely not let it go. He retreated because the person who came was Li Mu, and he was afraid of Li Mu, so that's how it was."

“Why are you afraid?”

"Do you still remember Camel Valley?" Tong'e looked at Ashimu and said, "It is said that the divine object with the power of heavenly thunder was made by Li Mu. When Li Mu came, that thing must have been brought. It is not surprising that Yi Nan is afraid."

"His original plan was to send a group of cavalry to attack Mayi. But Li Mu was not deceived. Their army was slowly advancing, leaving him with no chance to take advantage of it." Tong'e said with a depressed expression: "Li Xiaogong was a cunning person and only sent a cavalry to reinforce him. The strength of the Dingxiang Protectorate was not damaged, and he had no chance to vent there. Seeing that there was no meat to eat, it was normal for him to retreat. It would be strange if he didn't have this idea."

"To deal with the Tang Dynasty, we must have to attack on both sides to work. If the Yi Nan does not send troops, even if we have a 150,000 army, we will be consumed in Dingxiang. In a few months, it will be winter. We can't afford to drag it down, so he must send troops."

Tong'e said fiercely: "Now we have no direct confrontation with the Tang Dynasty. It is also a shock to the Yi Nan. If he does not send troops, I will really send troops to the north. Li Shimin will definitely be happy to see us fighting with Xue Yantuo. Anyway, this time I am moving east, I don't want to go back. The Turkic people are the children of Changshengtian, how can they live in the yellow sand all over the sky? If we can't get the grassland of the Tang Dynasty, we will rob the grassland of Xue Yantuo! The children of Changshengtian must live in a place with abundant water and grass!"

"I wish to be the vanguard of the Khan!" Ashimu said fanatically. It was Tong'e's will that made him willing to remain loyal to him even though he knew he was cruel. "Khan's face!" Ashimu shouted: "Please give me five thousand warriors, and I will destroy the reinforcements of the Tang Dynasty tonight."

Five thousand to eight thousand, the use of "destroy" rather than "win", is enough to show Ashimu's confidence. Afraid of disagreeing with E, Ashimu stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Ashimu dared to make a military order. If he could not win, he should commit suicide in front of the formation!"

Tong'e looked at Ashimu: "The military order cannot be established casually. If you fail to complete it, you will lose your head!"

Ashimu looked serious and said loudly: "There is no joke in the army. If it fails, there will be no face to live in the world!"

"This is what you said! OK!" Tong'e stood up and handed his scimitar to Ashimu: "Hold my scimitar and choose people by yourself. If the Tang army attacks tonight, cut off their heads, eight thousand heads, I will remember your first achievement!"

"Thank you for your trust!" Ashimu was very excited. Tong'e's scimitar was like the Shangfang sword of the Tang Dynasty. It not only represents power, but also a glory.

"It's good to have confidence." Tong'e looked at Ashimu and instructed: "Don't show off your courage when fighting, you must use your brain. You must plan carefully and not waste your precious life."

"Don't worry, Dahan, Ashimu understands what to do."

Tong'e patted Ashimu's shoulder and said, "Go, Ben Khan is waiting for your good news."

"Don't worry, Dahan, Ashimu will definitely not disappoint you!"

...

The lights of Kutcha were brightly lit, and the defenders lit countless torches, and even used rockets to ignite the wooden beams thrown under the city, illuminating the city as bright as day. This was to guard against the night attacks of the Turks and to guide the Tang army. If there was no light in the vast desert grassland, it would be easy to lose its way. The cruel siege battle had quickly trained the defenders and had almost no command, so that they knew when to do what to do so that the enemy could take advantage of it.

Despite this, Kucha King Moham himself climbed the city and patrolled every place, reminding the guards to be vigilant and not to take it lightly.

Moham is a greasy fat man with a waist longer than his height. No one can like him at first sight. But his prestige in the Western Regions is one of the best. Just like seeing gods, he respects and is fanatical. This is not only because of his noble identity as the King of Kucha, but because he created the commercial capital of Kucha, which gave the merchants and the people on the Silk Road the most gentle shelter. As a "neutral country" on the Silk Road, Kucha is famous for its "serving merchants".

In Kucha City, you can not only trade goods, but also consume various places. There are many caravans that go back and forth, and Kucha is the end point. They will deliver goods here. Although they make less money, they are still worth it without having to cross the desert.

Several generations of kings of Kucha followed this policy and accumulated a lot of wealth. They used this wealth to continuously expand the cities and markets of Kucha. In terms of city size, they were the number one in the Western Regions.

Without such a city, they would not be able to withstand the attack of the Western Turks. It was also because of this scale that Moham was confident that the Tang Dynasty would definitely come to save it. Without Kucha, the Silk Road of the Tang Dynasty might have been cut off.

Moham was a little excited. At night, he received another letter from a flying pigeon. The pigeon was painted black and was perfectly covered in the night, and the Turks could not find it.

The letter did not come from the Dingxiang Protectorate Mansion, but from the legendary marquis.

Although Moham is the King of Kucha, he is a businessman in his bones. The merchants who come and go have spread Li Mu's various methods to such a magical way. Moham has long longed for it and wants to see what the God of Wealth looks like in the merchants on the Silk Road.

Looking at the vast night, Moham rubbed his hands nervously.

According to the agreement, in two more hours, the Tang army would come. It only took another two hours to defend Kucha to be saved. Moham had not yet counted the losses of this battle, but he didn't care. As long as Kucha was present, money would continue to flow. When the Turkic siege was lifted this time, he would continue to cast the city, double the walls of Kucha and double the height. Let Kucha completely become an unbreakable fortress!

This is all a matter of later, so you should be alert now and survive these two hours.

Suddenly, a starry light appeared in front of his eyes, which was exactly the direction of the Turkic camp. Moham frowned and murmured: "What are they doing?"

As he said, the stars became brighter and brighter and even connected together. Moham frowned and looked at him, and suddenly realized that, "No, the Turks still want to attack the city!"
Chapter completed!