Outside the Northern Expedition Camp, a battle between the Turks, directed by Fang Zheng, was underway. The battle became more and more intense. Within a mile, there was no green grass. The grass was stained with blood. It was all red light, and the bloody smell like rust was rising. It became more and more intense on the battlefield where the army fought. I felt like vomiting when I heard it, and I was frightened when I saw it.

Piles of corpses piled up in every corner of the battlefield. Every Turkic warrior raised the scimitar in his hand like crazy, and then waved it mercilessly, like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting life, others' or their own.

The battle between the two armies of tens of thousands of people was as expected in advance, and once it was launched, it would not be so easy to stop. The cruel choices on the battlefield and the bloody aura filled with the surroundings all stimulated the senses and vision of the soldiers on both sides, and then stimulated the madness and madness buried in the hearts of people. They were like crazy madmen who were desperate, screaming and charging, like two tit-for-tat weapons, colliding with each other again and again, besides the dazzling sparks, they also left incomplete gaps.

The two weapons are no longer as sharp as before. They consume themselves in the internal struggle.

Mochuo had a gloomy face and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He stared at the dark battlefield outside the camp. The number of casualties on the battlefield was increasing rapidly, and fresh lives disappeared in the blink of an eye. War has always been cruel. Only by the accumulation of blood and bones can the great cause of great men.

"Go up another team of ten thousand people!" Mochu's tone was like ice, and he ordered without a trace of pity.

The flag was waving, and within the central army, a ten thousand tyrants pulled out a scimitar, and with a strange scream, he rushed towards the center of the battlefield first. Following him were ten thousand elite cavalrymen. They skillfully arranged the formation in the shape of a cone, and the tip of the cone pointed directly to the center of the battlefield. The low and desolate oxen whimpered, and at the edge of the battlefield, it was like playing the sad song of the god of death when he collected his soul.

The sound of horse hooves swept by like a blink of an eye, and ten thousand cavalry rushed forward bravely, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed into the battlefield of fighting. With a loud "boom", a series of dazzling gold and iron flames appeared in the collision, like fireworks.

gem.

In front of the gate of the camp, Mo Jilian looked anxiously at the sky, and looked at the fewer and fewer soldiers on the battlefield, the national guru who was used to being sophisticated and calm, couldn't help but sweat.

"How many warriors do we have left?" Mojilian's voice seemed to tremble a little.

"Master National Master, our brave soldiers have been killed in battle for more than 10,000." The commander beside him looked respectfully at his chest. Even if the situation of the war was not good, he was not afraid at all. In the heart of this inconspicuous commander, the grassland can only be the world of eagles, and the insidious hungry wolf will never deserve it. Even if the situation of the war is not good, it will not change his loyalty to Khan and the commander. In this battle, in addition to survival, it is also for the belief of thousands of grassland people!

The warriors under the tent were willing to sacrifice themselves for the little Khan. But what the national teacher thought was not that simple. He had been in a high position for a long time and lived in a pampered state. He no longer had the courage to sacrifice himself, and survived and gained the greatest benefit. This is the purpose that Mojilian was pursuing.

The wrinkled old face unconsciously gave a hint, and Mo Jilian's tone was a little panicked: "We have been fighting for half an hour?"

The commander looked at the sky and nodded, "Half an hour has passed."

"Hurry! When the arrow is fired, Marshal Fang will lead his army to help!" Mo Jilian's eyelids twitched as he said this. The more he was at this critical moment of life and death, the less confident he had Fang Zheng's previous promise.

"Swoosh!"

A sound arrow rushed into the sky with a shrill roar, and then with a "pop", a gorgeous firework exploded in the gloomy mid-air.

"Go up another 10,000 team! You must block Mochu from the camp before Marshal Fang's army arrives!" Mojilian ordered loudly, with a kind of paranoid madness in his eyes.

Fang Zheng, I have taken all my life and life to you. I hope you will not disappoint me. The Chinese people are educated by Confucianism. Even if you are shameless, you can't ignore your faith at this critical moment, right?

"Kill! I'll kill these beggars alive!"

In the center of the battlefield, Datata danced a scimitar and slashed hard with one knife. The snow-white sword light ruthlessly passed through the enemy's neck. In the blood mist that gushed like a spring, the enemy covered his neck and screamed strangely, and finally fell off his horse.

"Datta! You are an unfamiliar hungry wolf! Gu Ludu Khan is watching you in the sky, and you will be punished by the true god!" In the chaos army, a ten thousand men under Mojilian were furious and rode their horses and raised their swords toward Datata. Under the refraction of the sun, the sword light reflected a dazzling white light, and the light pointed directly at Datata's chest.

"Come on your life!"

Datata was covered in blood from the enemy, and even his face was covered in blood. He took back his scimitar, rode on the horse and smiled, revealing his white teeth: "If you have the ability, please punish me. Who stopped you?"

In the flash, there was a "clang" sound. The blades of the two generals touched each other fiercely. After the sword light, the two pairs of hatred eyes stared at each other with hatred. Then, Datata suddenly let go of the horse's reins with his left hand and pulled it from behind. In the astonished gaze of Wanfu, the blade of another scimitar stabbed his stomach unexpectedly. Datata smiled grimly, and the blade of the left scimitar was carried out in Wanfu's belly, wrapping and crossing. Then it quickly retracted. Wanfu's eyes were like the strength of his body being drained. He opened his astonished eyes and watched his intestines and internal organs suddenly slip out from the wound, and blood flowed all over the entire back of the war horse under his crotch.

"The True God will always stand on the powerful side!"

Datata's hideous face covered in blood was infinitely magnified in the eyes of the ten thousand men before they died."

"The true God hates infidelity, but he hates cowardice even more!"

"Snap!" The sword light flew past, and the head of the captain separated from his body, soared into the sky, and the blood at the broken neck squirted high.

Withdrawing the scimitar in his left hand, Datata rode on the horse and spat hard on the ground, his face becoming bloodthirsty and ferocious again.

"Warriors! Use your sword to witness the great cause of Khan! Kill!"

"kill"

The vast grassland seemed to be ignited by Mars. In an instant, countless people rode their horses into the battle. The two armies separated and approached again. In the repeated collisions, countless lives were left on this cold and bloody land forever,

"Khan, we have found out clearly that our current opponent is not the Huachao people, but the 50,000 remaining soldiers under Mojilian!" A centurion gasped and reported in front of Mojijiao's horse.

Mo Chu's eyelids hopped. Looking at the Hua Chaoshuai flag flying high above the gate of the camp, he suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

"The one who fought with us was Mojilian. Where did the hundreds of thousands of Huachao people go?"

No one can answer his question, and no one except their enemies knows this, the correct answer to Ran's question.

Mochu's face became more and more gloomy, staring at the two armies who were fighting hard on the battlefield. On the battlefield, the soldiers of the two armies were still fighting hard. No matter whether they were enemies or enemies, they had their eyes red. Countless people died in battle, and countless people waiting on the battlefield quickly made up. There was no compromise, no request. "Let's tattoo a cruel place, everyone has only two kinds of life, death, or living small

"The Chinese North Expedition Army is missing, there must be ambushing!" Mochu ignored the tragic battlefield and shouted coldly: "Send an order! The entire army retreats north! Send spies, Ran Zhong's army as the center, searching for a hundred miles!"

"Marson, Mojilian fired an arrow and asked for help

Fifty miles away from the battlefield, the Northern Expedition Army was ready to fight, with the sword and arrow out of the sheath, the bow and string tightly. Just after the marshal's order, he rushed straight to the camp.

Under the huge "Fang" character, Fang Zheng stood in the central army on a war horse. He curled his lips and said, "I saw it, you don't need to remind me. I'm not blind."

A deputy general next to him frowned and tentatively said, "Can we reinforce Mojilian?"

Fang Zheng glanced at him and said, "What's the hurry? They haven't died yet. Why are we joining in that fun so early? This is a war, and people are going to die! It's not about robbing money and women, so there's no need to be so active.

"Ah? Ke" Isn't Kemojilian our allies? Marshal, have you agreed with Mojilian long ago, using the arrows as a signal?" The deputy general said in confusion. The military orders are like mountains. Isn't that what the marshal said in front of Mojilian?

Fang Zheng calmly stretched out the tail finger of his right hand and gestured to the deputy general. Under the shocked gaze, Fang Zheng slowly stuffed the tail finger into his ears, looking indifferent, and began to clean his ears,

"When did I say I want to reinforce Mojilian? Are you having a problem with your ears? Do you want to learn from me and also clean your ears?" Oh, it's so comfortable. Although this action is a bit rogue, it reminds people of some kind of indecent exercise,"

Ah?" The deputy general was shocked and stuttered: "Marson" you, you "you"

Fang Zheng grinned at him and continued, "I, me, what do I do? You want to say I escaped at the last battle, right?"

The deputy general shook his head: "It's not very appropriate,"

"You want to be traitor?"

Only, it's not very appropriate.

"Watch the fire from across the river?"

The deputy general finally hesitated and nodded: "It's a little bit interesting."

Fang Zheng sighed and murmured: "I didn't expect that in this grassland where birds do not lay eggs, my literary talent was sublimated again, which is really gratifying.

Feng Qiudao and Wensen naturally understood Fang Zheng's intention to stop sending reinforcements. When they heard this, they looked at each other and smiled. Feng Qiudao immediately stepped forward, pulled the deputy general aside, and began to whisper.

Not long after, Fang Zheng frowned after hearing the deputy general's sudden enlightenment, "Ah! Oh! Ah?"

"In such a serious occasion, the guy made such a lewd moan, which was really annoying and greatly affected our military morale.

Wen Sen smiled beside him and saw Fang Zheng looking up at the sky, with a hint of sorrow hidden between his eyebrows.

Wensen stepped forward and smiled and said, "Marcel doesn't have to worry about the war. When the two Turkic cubs are almost in conflict, we will defeat them in one fell swoop. Our Huachao will win this battle!"

Nodded, shook his head again, and after a while, Fang Zheng sighed long, with a tone of worrying about the country and the people, and said in a deep pain: "You said, why is such a stunning woman my mother-in-law? It's really a rare ethical tragedy in the world,"

"Ah?" Wensen was stunned. The two countries were about to fight to the decisive battle. The commander of the 100,000 army was still thinking about his mother-in-law.

Wensen felt his burning spirit of fighting, and suddenly he was extinguished by a basin of water, which was cold from head to toe.

Turning his head to look at Wen Sen's surprised expression. Fang Zheng looked sad and sighed: "You think it's a tragedy, do you think it's a tragedy? Alas, you're not born, I'm old, I'm calling you Mother-in-law, I'm so impressed by you." Hey? What a poem! My literary talent has indeed sublimated a lot."

"The Marshal is really, really." Winson stuttered for a long time and finally made a very general and vague flattery: "It's really a superb literary talent!"

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky forty-five degrees, and the faint sorrow between his eyebrows could not be gone: "But when encountering a sad place, his thoughts are like a bleed, and it is normal for his literary talent to be extraordinary.

Wensen couldn't stand it and said carefully: "Marcel, why not wait until the final battle, and then you should consider this very complicated ethical issue carefully. Is it OK?"

Fang Zheng immediately came to his senses, looked around and said, "Have the spy in front of him not yet rewarded the news?"

Wen Sen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat secretly, and said, "Just just passed the news, Mochu and Moji have been fighting for more than half an hour. The soldiers on both sides are getting more and more jealous and have suffered heavy casualties."

Fang Zheng frowned: "How big is the casualties?"

Wensen said: "I guess, the total number of casualties between the two sides is about 30,000,"

Fang Zheng lowered his head and thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not enough. Let them continue to fight. We will still hold our troops until half of their casualties. We will defeat them in one fell swoop, so that our army's casualties will be much less."

"Marson, what if Mojilian or Mochu finds that something is wrong and leads the army to retreat in advance? Then will the plan we set is in vain?"

Fang Zheng smiled confidently and said, "Even if the commander of both sides ordered the retreat at this time, it would be too late." Have you ever thought about it? Even if the Turkic soldiers fighting in battle can be enforced. But now there are more than 100,000 people on both sides. How long will it take for each soldier to hear it? Moreover, fighting on the battlefield is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. If anyone gives the order to retreat first, he will not be afraid of affecting his morale and enhancing the enemy's fighting spirit? The defeat is like a mountain of fall. At this time, they are already deeply trapped in it. Retreat will only make them lose more and make the enemy chase more vividly. Mochu and Moji have been through the battlefield for a long time. Naturally, they understand this. The truth."

"So, the marshal thinks they won't retreat?" Wensen felt something.

"Whoever retreats first will only lose even worse. Besides, the Turks have always been like Erleenzi's personality. They are stubborn to the end. Instead of retreating and being chased by the enemy, it is better to fight and bet on the battlefield to win or lose..."

"Our more than 100,000 Chinese North Expedition Army disappeared. Do they just ignore it?"

Fang Zheng sighed and said, "There are some concerns, but there will be no big concern. After all, the Turks and the Hua Dynasty have been fighting for a hundred years. This is a fact. It has caused the Turks to form an inherent cognition over the past century, so they did not take more than 100,000 of us at all. Damn it! It's so depressing,"

At this time, only a "whoosh" sound was heard, and the whistling sound of another arrow came faintly from the east.

"Marson, Mojilian fired another arrow and begs us to rescue him. This is the fifth arrow he released.

Fang Zheng murmured unwillingly: "Damn. Why doesn't this old guy have any Turkish backbone? He always asks for help, you will die if you hold on for a while? He is so shameless." He is even more afraid of death than me. He is simply a scum among the Turkic people, abbreviated as, sudden defeat."

Winson was covered in black lines: "Marson, do you want to send troops?"

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Beat the drum, send troops! The show is the finale. It's time for us to go on stage!"
Chapter completed!