Zhishi Sili was already confused. Countless teams of five people galloped around them. The dark red figures looked like demons crawling out of hell. The crossbow arrows shot out from their hands were like the sickle of the god of death, constantly harvesting fresh lives.

"Scatter, all of them, kill them all, let these Han people know who is the master of the grassland!" The continuous screams made Zhishishi suddenly awaken and must fight back. If they don't fight back, they will only be the food of the vultures in the sky like those slaughtered herders.

"Kill!" The gathered Turks directly rushed the speed of the war horses to the limit when they received the order and rushed towards the dark red figures.

In comparison, the riding skills of "fangs" are much worse than those of the Turks. This is not something that can be trained in one month or two months.

The Turks were, after all, a nomadic people. Their children would have their own horses from the moment they were born. As they grew older, they would have more horses.

Their dictionary does not have the word "riding" at all, because riding a horse is as normal as drinking water and eating for them.

Does anyone think drinking water is something that needs to be learned? No! By the same token, riding a horse is the same for the Turks.

So as the Turks dispersed, the dark red figures were soon at a disadvantage, and the distance between the two sides was slightly closer. As long as they could get close to the range of the Turkish bow and arrow, the power of Zhishi's thinking can be confirmed, and the warriors in Zhishi's troops can definitely recover their lost dignity.

"Rengui, it's almost done. If you wait any longer, the boys will suffer." On a small slope about two miles away from the Turkic cavalry, Yuchi Baolin rubbed his hands and said anxiously, not knowing whether he was worried about those "fangs", or his hands were itchy and wanted to go to war.

"Then send a signal and let those Turkic barbarians see what the real battle is." A sarcastic smile flashed across Xue Rengui's face. I wonder if he was laughing at the Turkic people overestimating their abilities.

Time passed little by little, and after the sharp whistle, the originally confident and unthinking power suddenly discovered a very embarrassing problem, and a feeling of a slight bad heart slowly arose from the bottom of his heart.

But his opponent didn't give him any time to react.

Just after the sharp sound, the dark red figures that ran all over the mountains and fields like defeated soldiers suddenly began to counterattack.

They became ignorant of life and death, and ignored the elite Turkic troops catching up with them, and just tried their best to attack the Turkic people chasing behind other teams.

Those hand crossbows with extremely strong attack power are like death talismans. Every time they hit a person, they will not go in, and then the person who is shot will fall off the horse, and then the war horses that are caught up in the flesh are trampled into meat paste.

The exquisite cooperation and powerful weapons destroyed the Turkic will almost instantly, and many people began to give up their goals and flee backwards.

This is not because they don’t want to continue chasing, but the scene is too chaotic, and they can’t tell where they are teammates or where they are enemies. Many Turks often chase after them and are pierced through their chests by crossbow arrows shot from somewhere, and they scream and fall from the horse.

This is a battle between power and wisdom, and the final result is also obvious, and wisdom is better.

Therefore, when Zhishili gathered all his subordinates, he found that in a round of pursuit and counter-chasing, there were only less than 8,000 soldiers left in Zhishili's army.

Zhishishi began to regret why he wanted to fight, why he just didn't believe in evil. The whole world said that those bloodthirsty demons were the messengers of the demon king in hell, why did he not believe it himself, but he just wanted to come out to become enemies with him.

Now facing the situation on the front line of life and death, Zhihusili regrets that he is not a person who is afraid of death, but he is afraid that after he dies, the tribe will be annexed. How can he be worthy of those ancestors who died in battle for the tribe?

"Turkish people, report your name!" A calm and powerful voice came over, attracting the attention of Zhishi's soul.

Turning his head and looking, he saw a Han general standing on his horse. The bright light armor soaked in blood no longer had its original color. The battle robe behind him should have been white before, but now it has turned into dark red.

Around the Han general, there were more than ten cavalry, all of which were covered with Wenshan armor and a battle robe. The horizontal knife was tied to the back waist, with an arrow bag on his back, a horn bow on his waist, and a bamboo tube on his waist on his left waist, which should be a crossbow arrow, and a dark-colored hand crossbow hanging on his saddle.

As for the other little things on those soldiers, the power of Zhidui thought could not recognize them at all, and there was no time to observe them carefully.

The only thought in my mind was that when facing the elite Tang Dynasty armed to the teeth, the Turkic warriors seemed so shabby, as if the beggars on the street were a little worse than those on the street.

After a while, Zhishishi suppressed the messy thoughts in his heart, and immediately came down and worshiped him: "Dear Tang general, I am the chief of the Turkic Zhishi tribe, Zhishishishi power."

"Your people have caused me to lose forty-two subordinates." Xue Rengui rode on the horse, lowered his head and glanced at Zhishi's power, his tone was filled with indifference to life and contempt for the losers.

Twenty thousand to five thousand, our own side lost 12 thousand people, and the other side lost 42 people, and Zhishi Sili felt a sense of powerlessness all over his body. What a strange battle loss ratio, it seems that it has never happened since the establishment of the Turkic Khanate, right?

However, thinking about the tactics like hunting wolves, and thinking about the incessant cooperation of the Tang army soldiers and the excellent equipment on their bodies, Zhishishili felt that such a war loss was not so unacceptable.

While thinking about the scene, Xue Rengui's voice sounded again: "My subordinates cannot die in vain, so now I give you two choices. First, find 4,200 people from your people; second, find 4,200 people on the grassland."

‘Wow…’ As soon as Xue Rengui finished speaking, the Turkic people suddenly became chaotic.

What is the truth about this? Who is invading whom? Why does one invader need to retaliate a hundred times if one dies? What should I do if the invader dies more than 10,000 deaths? Who can I ask for advice?

In the storm, Xue Rengui's voice sounded again: "But if you don't follow me, you can kill me without any reason!"

"No, don't, shut up, shut up, there is something to say, and there is something to say." Zhishili saw the cold light flashing in the eyes of the Tang army soldiers coming up around him, and raised his crossbow without hesitation. He knew that these bastards were completely red-eyed now. If there was a little excitement, a massacre would be immediately.
Chapter completed!