Li Yuansheng led 300 Heroic Souls and ran around the vast battlefield.
He carefully avoided the main force of the Jie Li Khagan while searching for the Turkic soldiers that were coming to the surrounding villages.
Such troops were usually only one to two thousand, or even three to five hundred.
They were like locusts, roaming the northern borders and slaughtering the Han villages.
Li Yuansheng also had his eyes on them. As long as there was a chance, he would eat one of them.
There were no captives and no surrenders.
A debt of blood must be paid with blood!
Li Yuansheng only had one word for the Turkic barbarians: Kill!
The art of war says: It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten fingers.
Li Yuansheng was using this concept to destroy the Turks.
People kept falling. Even Heroic Souls weren't immortal.
Moreover, they were only possessing bodies. No matter what, they could not compare to their original physical bodies.
However, seeing the savage actions of the Turkic barbarians made everyone feel stifled.
It was because of this tone that the Heroic Souls did not leave.
They decided that they would not return to the Heroic Soul Palace until they died.
"Those who openly offend the strong Han will be killed even if they are far away!”
Someone in the Heroic Soul said softly.
It was soul-stirring.
In order to fulfill this promise, many of the Han family's sons had sacrificed their lives, spilled their blood, and buried their bones in foreign lands.
It was to tell the barbarians that a strong man could not be offended, but if he did, he would be killed!
"There will come a day when the cavalry of the Great Tang will gallop across the grasslands, avenging today with blood.”
……
Nangong Feng was leading eight hundred men and confronting the Turkic barbarians.
"Qiyue Wuyi? I'm wearing the same robe as you. The king sent troops to repair our spears. We share the same hatred."
"Qiyue Wuyi? I'm in the same boat as you. The king sent troops to repair our spears and halberds. I'll work with you."
"Qiyue Wuyi? I'll wear the same clothes as you. The king sent troops to repair our armor and weapons. I'll go with you."
On the other side were several thousand Turkic barbarians, all wearing thick leather armor and wielding the sharpest scimitars. Arrows and bows were strapped to their waists, armed to the teeth.
And they were just young men who had never experienced battle.
Even if the difference in equipment was disregarded, just the level of training alone was incomparable.
Once the Turkic barbarians charged, they would be invincible.
However, so what?
"Put down your weapons, kneel down and surrender, and I can spare your lives.”
In front of the Turkic formation, Zhishi Tiemu rode his tall and handsome horse and coldly stared at the eight hundred men led by Nangong Feng.
A hint of mockery flashed across the corner of his eyes.
He didn't care about the Han people in front of him at all.
In Zhishi Tiemu's eyes, these people were just slightly stronger two-legged sheep. How could they fight against the warriors of the grassland?
"Hahaha…"
Nangong Feng laughed out loud when he heard Zhi Shi Tiemu's words.
Behind him, the eight hundred men were laughing.
They weren't afraid of the butcher's knife of the Turkic barbarians.
"The sons of the Han family have always died standing, not kneeling!”
Zhishi Tiemu was furious and ordered.
"Kill them!"
"Then let's fight!"
Nangong Feng gripped the saber in his hand tightly.
Even if they knew they were no match, they would fight to the end.
However, he did not know if his fellow villagers had safely evacuated.
Nangong Feng looked back into the distance.
He was really worried about them!
However, the longer they could hold on here, the safer they would be.
"We won't stop until the blood is drained."
"We, He Xiu, will die."
Nangong Feng shouted as he rode his horse to meet the Turkic barbarian cavalry.
The outcome of this battle had long been decided.
Nangong Feng knew that his life would come to an end here.
However, since ancient times, who didn't die? How could the Han family's children kneel down and surrender to the barbarians?
"Da da!"
A ragged military horse charged over from the side.
After several battles, the original 300 Heroic Souls were reduced to 200 or so.
Their faces were filled with fatigue.
However, when they saw the Turkic barbarians acting ferociously again, they exploded with power.
As a heroic soul, I should protect China.
What kind of army was this? Nangong Feng was stunned.
"Smoke rises, mountains and rivers look north.
The dragon flag rolled up, the horse neighed, and the sword qi was like frost.
my heart is like the boundless waters of the Yellow River.
In the past twenty years, who could resist him?
He was filled with hatred and madness.
How many loyal souls were buried in other places?
why should I be afraid of dying a hundred times to repay my country?
He could not help but sigh, speechless, blood and tears filled his eyes.
The horse's hooves went south, and people looked North.
People look North, grass green yellow, dust flying.
I'm willing to defend my territory and open up new frontiers.
The great China wanted to give way to the four sides.
Congratulations."
……
The song was loud and clear, filled with lofty sentiments.
The heroic souls galloped on horseback, singing the songs taught by Li Yuansheng.
It was as if he didn't even take the Turkic barbarian seriously.
Even if these Turkic barbarians outnumbered them by a dozen times.
Zhi Shi Tie Mu's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of fear, and his original arrogance was swept away.
"Woodcutter, they are woodcutter!”
Zhishi Tiemu suddenly spoke. During this period of time, there was a legend circulating among the various tribes.
Ever since they had entered the Great Tang, many small troops had been harvested by the woodcutter.
The woodcutter killed the Turkic men as if he were cutting melons and vegetables.
It was precisely because he was afraid of the appearance of the woodcutter that Zhishi Tiemu had specially brought more soldiers out.
After all, the soldiers that were harvested by the woodcutter were mostly small troops.
He did not expect that this group of woodcutter would actually attack his army today.
"Form the formation, form the formation." Zhishi Tiemu shouted in panic.
He didn't even think about his own army, which was more than ten times his opponent's.
Woodcutter, these three words were like a heavy burden, so heavy that Executive Tie Mu did not dare to take a breath.
Li Yuansheng's killing spree had left a shadow in the hearts of the Turkic barbarians.
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