"Boom ~"
"Ta ~ Ta ~ Ta ~"
"Ta ~ Ta ~ Ta ~"
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An explosion erupted from the Turkic camp, followed by the thunderous galloping of warhorses.
The earth shook, and the thunderous galloping of horses woke up the sleeping Turks.
Many people cursed as they walked out of their tents. Before they could react, a snow-white blade appeared in their eyes.
"Pfft ~ Pfft ~"
A huge head suddenly flew into the air, and blood kept gushing out of its neck.
The Turks on the outskirts of the Turkic camp had been exterminated, and many of them had rushed out of their tents to meet their Grassland God.
There were also some people who ran out of the tent with machetes in their hands, but a shiny spear pierced into their bodies.
Tuli Khagan was startled awake. His clothes were disheveled as he ran out of the tent with his scimitar in hand. He saw that the entire camp was ablaze, and the sound of countless horses galloping could be heard.
"Khan, the Tang army has attacked the camp."
A soldier ran to Tuli Khagan and shouted.
"What did you say? The cunning Han people blew the horn and gathered the warriors to fight against the Tang army!”
Tuli Khagan did not want to give up. He had thought that he had fifty thousand cavalry and that he would not be defeated so easily.
The bugle horn began to sound through the night, and the Turks inside had already begun to react.
Many people were holding scimitars as they searched for warhorses, and some Turks had already mounted their horses with scimitars.
But it was already too late. The sixty thousand Tang cavalry had charged into the Turkic camp from three different directions, stabbing into the bodies of the Turkic cavalry like three sharp knives.
There were burning tents everywhere, and miserable Turkic cries could be heard everywhere.
The Turks mounted on their warhorses were powerless to turn the tide of the battle, and they scattered as they charged at the assembled Tang cavalry.
This reckless suicide had thrown the entire Turkic camp into chaos.
"Hou Junji, lead the cavalry and destroy the Turkic camp!”
Li Yuanba's roar echoed through the Turkic camp. Without a word, Hou Junji led his men into the center of the camp.
Li Yuanba led his ten thousand cavalry and began to charge toward the center of the Turkic camp.
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The night was originally quiet, but now it was indeed noisy. Wails, screams, and the crackling of burning tents filled the camp.
At first, only the tents around the camp were burning, but as time passed, the entire camp was covered in flames.
At the same time, there was the sound of explosives exploding. The entire Turkic camp was in chaos.
If Tuli Khagan had been more decisive and blown the retreat horn when the Tang army attacked the camp, perhaps Tuli could still have fought.
However, he had mistakenly believed that he still had fifty thousand cavalrymen with him and that he could still kill the Tang cavalry.
The Turks knew that the Great Tang did not have many cavalry, and he believed that his fifty thousand cavalry could sweep through the Great Tang.
Therefore, he did not retreat. If he did not retreat, he would lose his last chance.
The entire Turkic camp was thrown into chaos, and the Tang cavalry began to charge through the camp.
"Khagan! Let's retreat! There were Han soldiers everywhere. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave!”
A chiliarch ran over to Tuli Khagan and cried bitterly.
"Pa ~ Bastard! If you dare to say such words again, I will chop you!”
Khagan Tuli lashed out with his horsewhip at the chiliarch.
"Warriors! Go! Kill these hateful Han people. We are the useless warriors of the Turkic Khaganate! Let those weaklings of the Han see the strength of our Turkic warriors!”
Tuli Khagan raised his scimitar and sternly barked at the surrounding Turks.
The Turks around him seemed to have gone mad as they mounted their horses and charged at the Tang cavalry.
Tuli Khagan was unwilling to accept defeat. He was still trying to make one last effort, but what was the use?
Li Yuanba and Hou Junji led their cavalry to the center of the Turkic camp.
Although many of the Turks were still in a mess, they were better off than the Turks outside. They had already picked up their scimitars and mounted their warhorses.
However, they were still not organized, had no plan, and did not have a leader.
Most of the time, the nomads of the grasslands were a group of nomads without an organization. They relied more on the individual bravery of their soldiers in battle.
They were very terrifying when they were organized. For example, the Mongolian cavalrymen of Genghis Khan in history were organized.
Unfortunately, Tuli Khan was not Genghis Khan, and the Turkic cavalry were not the Mongol cavalry.
Therefore, their defeat was destined.
"Your Highness, that must be the main tent of the Turks!”
A Tang Dynasty soldier beside Li Yuanba pointed his weapon at the luxurious and huge tent in front of him and shouted.
Li Yuanba raised his head and looked over. As expected, under the illumination of the fire, the tent looked abnormally different.
"Let's go! Charge!"
Li Yuanba squeezed his horse and Zhui Feng quickly ran towards that tent.
When Li Yuanba led his men to the Tuli Khagan's tent, it was already empty. Tuli Khagan was no fool.
Although he appeared very brave, there was no one in this world who was not afraid of death, including Khan Tuli. He was also afraid of death.
Therefore, when he saw that the situation was not right, he brought his men and decisively retreated.
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The sky was slightly bright, and the first ray of sunlight shone into the earth from the horizon.
Smoke was still rising from the Turkic camp. The flames had already been extinguished, leaving only a wisp of smoke in the air.
Li Yuanba walked through the Turkic camp in his blood-soaked armor, occasionally glancing at the corpses strewn about beneath his feet.
They had won last night.
Over half of the fifty thousand Turkic cavalry had died in a night of battle. The sixty thousand Tang cavalrymen had won a great victory.
The surviving Tang cavalrymen were still cleaning up the battlefield and collecting useful things, such as gold, silver, and treasures.
These Turkic cavalrymen had plundered many people in the Great Tang, so they had quite a bit of money on them.
"Your Highness, our casualties are out. Last night, more than a thousand of us died in battle and about two thousand were injured. They had lost about 3,000 people!“
Chai Shao walked to Li Yuanba's side with a tired face and said in a deep voice.
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