Martial Sage

The vast grasslands are perilous.

As the new king on the grassland, he rules many leaders and originally had supreme prestige.

However, many tribes on the grassland became extremely uneasy when they discovered that the Great Tang Army appeared at hand.

The contradiction and anger eventually became sharp in the constant killing, and the tribe began to split gradually.

The tribal leaders who had surrendered were also irritable, nervous, and uneasy at this moment.

Dori Khan also had to lower his head at this time, pinching and offering loyalty.

Although the tiger division under his leadership was used as coercion, the separate Khan proposed by the leaders of these tribes on the grassland for the first time caused Dolly Khan to have a hint of crisis.

For the first time, Dolly Khan had this deep sense of crisis.

Therefore, when someone questioned loudly in the King's Court of the Golden Tent, his nerve was deeply pierced.

The temptation of power.

Even if he knew this opponent, even when he captured a generation of hero Jie Li Khan, he still failed to hold on to his own position.

Dolly Khan, who was waving the machete in his hand, standing in front of the Golden Tent King's Court, rang out the entire square.

"All tribes regroup!"

The desolate and strong voice echoed in this plump pasture.

The dozen or so tribal leaders half-kneeling in front of Dolly Khan all agreed.

Then ran towards their respective tribes.

A rough and hurried shout immediately sounded among the various tribes.

"The damn group of Tang Qi is on the grassland! Take the scimitars in your hands and take back our grassland!"

"Warriors of the prairie, step on your horses, and let the Chinese people see how powerful the prairie people are!"

"At the time of life and death, warriors who can afford a knife! Go!"

The words urging the war echoed throughout the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The Turkic tribes are completely busy.

The young men filled the water sacs around their waists, took a few pieces of dried meat in their arms, opened the curtains, and ran towards their respective camps.

Behind the women with blessing voices, mixed with babies crying and noisy all over the square.

Some old men with white hair, rubbing the scimitars that have not been used for many years, pinned to their waists, resolutely joined the running team.

Even these old people are not immune from the battle of the dead.

Not long after, the army gathered at the Yinshan Pass.

Some are young and middle-aged, some have gray beards, and they all stand in line with a scimitar in their hands.

On the battle horse, Dolly Khan glanced at the crowd and looked solemn.

"Sergeants! Datang's iron cavalry slaughtered me as Khan and slaughtered our people!"

"Now it's raging on our territory again! What do you guys say?!"

The passionate words were accompanied by the cold wind on the grassland, blowing into the heart of every Turkic soldier.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Hearing the awe-inspiring scream of murder in his ears, Dolly Khan flashed a touch of pride in his heart.

In this battle, for the East Turks, there is such an unparalleled quantitative advantage!

He is fighting on the grassland where he lives, and he has the advantage of being naturally familiar with the mines.

Born, geographically, and people are in harmony.

Each of these has a vital impact on the acceptance of the war.

It is precisely these three things that the East Turks already possess.

The prestige that Jie Li Khan lost before will eventually be completely regained by himself in this battle!

Thinking of this, Dolly Khan's plump face showed a sneer.

"A mere five to six thousand people dare to disturb my grassland!"

"This battle, Yinshan! It will definitely be Tang Qi's tomb!"

"They are important to pay the price of blood for this battle!"

After all, Jie Li Khan swung his scimitar and shouted.

"Go to Yinshan! Ambush there and eat these reckless Han people!"

At this moment, the 80,000 Turkic army slowly moved towards Yinshan Pass behind him.

Dolly Khan’s ideas are extremely beautiful, but the reality is often cruel.

He knew from his place that when he had this beautiful dream, the great cavalry of the Tang Army he believed was on the Western Front, quickly marching in the direction of Yinshan.

Tang Hao, who was tumbling on the battle horse, looked back at the blood-stained grassland, his face was flat.

When I learned the first-hand battle report on the Eastern Front, I knew that the opportunity had arrived!

The majestic and powerful king in the Datang Palace wanted this steppe tribe, who had repeatedly violated the border, to completely disappear into the dust of history.

The wind was desolate, and the horse neighed.

Tang Hao raised his right palm and waved.

More than 40,000 Datang cavalry suddenly separated, divided into two rows, and quietly climbed towards the top of the Yinshan Gorge.

Yinshan Canyon.

This is where the war will begin.

This will also be the place where the war will end.

There are two thousand soldiers as the vanguard, and those sparsely garrisoned Turkic soldiers will no longer play any protective role.

Under the cover of night, one by one fell silently.

The night is dark.

Tang Hao, who had confirmed the safety of Yinshan Gorge, issued the first order these days in a low voice.

"The whole army is refurbished on the spot, and is fully prepared for war!"

The long-term attack is for this battle today!

That night, without much words, the silent mountain top was full of Datang soldiers chewing dried meat, and Datang scouts staring at Taniguchi with wide eyes.

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