The wailing sound of the horn echoed throughout the battlefield like the mournful sigh of a resentful woman.
Li Changqing had taken the head of the Turkic Eighth Prince and killed the Turkic Third Warrior as easily as killing a chicken!
"The momentum of the charge is to advance without retreating. They would not stop fighting until their blood was drained! There are elite warriors in the Tang Dynasty, who can compete with them!"
The thirty Dragon Cavalry veterans charged at the Turkic army.
They wanted to use their last bit of energy to buy as much time as possible for Li Changqing!
The eighth prince's head soared into the sky, and the Turkic army paled in horror.
Their eyes were red as they roared crazily. They wanted to keep Li Changqing at all costs.
After Li Changqing's attack succeeded, he did not continue fighting. He immediately changed directions and joined up with the remaining 3,000 Dragon Cavalry Guards to break out of the encirclement.
"Chase! Catch up to them! Otherwise, we'll all die!"
A disheveled old man in the Turkic camp shouted hoarsely.
90,000 troops ambushed 4,300 Dragon Cavalry Guards, but the Eighth Prince was beheaded!
If they couldn't keep all the dragon cavalry guards, what awaited them would be Jie Li Khan's wrath.
All the members of the army would lose a layer of skin even if they didn't die!
……
At the foot of Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan, the sky was like the sky, covering the four fields. The sky was gray and the fields were vast. The wind blew and the grass was low. Cattle and sheep could be seen.
The rumbling of horse hooves galloped past, and the earth shook as if it was the end of the world. The cattle and sheep that were grazing with their heads lowered fled in fear.
A full 5,000 Dragon Cavalry Guards, in the end, only 2,700 remained!
Losing nearly half of their forces was the most tragic battle the Dragon Cavalry Guards had ever experienced.
Even during the chaos of the Sui Dynasty, he had swept through the world with Li Changqing, but he had never seen such a tragic battle!
Li Changqing's heart ached, but he did not regret it!
Using the five thousand Dragon Cavalry Guards as bait, they continued to clear out the Turkic tribes, attracting the Eighth Prince's attention. Finally, they lured the ninety thousand soldiers to the Yin Mountains, where they were ambushed by the fifty thousand Mo Saber Guards.
In this battle plan, the Dragon Cavalry Guards were placed in a dead end.
According to what Li Jing, Qin Qiong, and the rest thought, it was already pretty good that they could not be completely annihilated.
It was truly fortunate that there were still 2,700 people left!
Yin Mountain had always been an important place for the Han people in the mainland to communicate with the nomads in the north.
The north and south slopes of the Yinshan Mountain were not symmetrical. The north slope gently inclined to the inner plateau, while the south slope dropped to the Hetao Plain of the Yellow River with a drop of more than 1,000 meters.
The Dragon Cavalry Guards fled from the south to the north, luring the Turkic eighth prince's army deeper and deeper.
Once the army reached the border between the north and south slopes, the Mo Saber Guards lying in ambush on the North Slope Plateau could swoop down on the Turkic army!
……
On the high ground of the northern slope of Yin Mountain, fifty thousand Mo Saber Guards were quietly lying in ambush.
The sound of galloping hooves rang out. Everyone involuntarily gripped the Mo Sword in their hands, excitement and excitement flashing in their eyes.
General Li Jing poked his head out and saw Li Changqing leading 2,700 Dragon Cavalry Guards. Li Changqing was fine, and his worried heart was finally at ease.
In his heart, Li Changqing alone was enough to fight a million strong army. If Li Changqing died, it wouldn't be worth it even if he wiped out the 8th Prince's 90,000 soldiers!
"Rumble!"
The sound of horse hooves became louder and louder, and the broken soil and gravel on the hillside were shaken down.
Behind the Dragon Riders, the dark Turkic army pressed forward like a suffocating tide.
Li Jing narrowed his eyes. After he was sure of the distance, a light flashed in his eyes and he suddenly shouted,"Release the arrows!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, a dense swarm of arrows descended upon the Turkic army like locusts.
The white-robed soldiers were all skilled in archery and riding. Although the Mo Saber Guards 'archery skills were not as good as the Divine Arrow Guards, there were so many enemies. Even if they shot with their eyes closed, they could still hit them!
After three volleys, the eighth prince's army of ninety thousand was thrown into disarray, with countless casualties.
In the central camp, the Eighth Prince's advisor, an old man with disheveled hair, was scared out of his wits when he saw the army being ambushed.
It is unwise to attack the monarch from below.
However, if he retreated, the outcome awaiting him would be that he would be skinned alive by Jie Li Khan and tortured to death in the cruelest way!
His malicious eyes kept flickering. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ordered,
"Destroy the Dragon Cavalry of the Tang Army at all costs! Those who kill General Li Changqing of the Tang Dynasty will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold, a hundred beauties, a thousand servants, and three levels of promotion!”
"You can't, my lord!" Beside the old man, a general hurriedly advised,""We were ambushed by the Tang army. We should retreat immediately!”
The old man looked at the general with a gloomy face. He suddenly pulled out his knife and cut his throat quickly.
"Those who mess with my morale will die!"
Under the heavy reward, there must be brave men. Let alone the Turkic warriors who had lived their lives on the edge of a knife and viewed killing and honor as their lives!
The Turkic soldiers roared as they rode up the mountain despite the rain of arrows.
……
In the depths of the desert, an extremely luxurious royal tent stood tall.
This was the political and military center of the Turks-the Imperial Court!
Jie Li Khan hugged a woman on his left and right.
On the left was a wild Turkic woman, and on the right was a petite Han woman.
Sometimes he drank and laughed, sometimes he flirted with beautiful women. His life was very pleasant.
"Khagan, the scouts at the front have sent word. A day ago, the Eighth Prince led 90,000 troops to attack the Tang army's Dragon Cavalry Guards at the Kipcha tribe. However, he was beheaded by the Tang army's Heavenly Strategy General, Li Changqing. Half a day ago, the army was engaged in a fierce battle with the 50,000 Mo Saber Guards of the Tang Army on the Yin Mountains.”
When Jie Li Khan heard the report, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Wahhh! My son Wugus was killed by the Tang army!”
He pulled out his broadsword and cut off the head of the messenger.
"Hahahaha, good death, good death! You bunch of beasts, sooner or later, you will also die under the iron hooves of my Great Tang's Heavenly Strategy General!”
The Han woman who was under house arrest by Khan Jie Li laughed out loud, and her head hit the edge of the blade. She died with a smile on her face.
"Khagan, 50,000 Mo Saber Guards, 5,000 Dragon Cavalry Guards, and all the elites of the White Robe Army have been sent out. There were only 90,000 Heavenly Army soldiers and 20,000 heavy armored guards left in Youzhou City. They couldn't miss this opportunity to attack the city!”
the advisor beside Khan Jie Li said excitedly.
Ever since autumn, the Turks had wanted to launch a large-scale attack on Youzhou City to plunder large amounts of rations to survive the cold winter.
Otherwise, with the Turkic rations, many people would starve to death this winter.
However, the 80,000 white-robed soldiers entering Youzhou had delayed their plans.
Now that all the elites of the White Robed Army had been dispatched, it was a godsend opportunity for the Turks.
Khan Jie Li's eyes sparkled. It was indeed a good opportunity to attack Youzhou while the elites of the White Robe Army and the Eighth Prince's army were fighting.
But the white-robed soldiers were far too valiant, even more so than the Turks.
If they did not send reinforcements to Yin Mountain in time, the 8th Prince's 90,000-strong army would probably be massacred by the 50,000 Mo Saber Guards!
If he led the army straight to Youzhou, he would have to give up the 90,000 soldiers.
Rescuing the 90,000-strong army would mean losing the opportunity to attack Youzhou.
Jie Li Khagan's expression kept changing, he was hesitating in his heart.
In the end, his face revealed a touch of determination as he said,"Pass on my order. Gather three hundred thousand soldiers and attack Youzhou!”
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