"Damn it, how can they be so strong?”
"How can they all be first-rate generals?”
"Do first-rate generals have no reputation?”
Once an expert made a move, he would know if there was one.
As the generals engaged in close combat, the faces of the Turkic generals turned green.
If they didn't make a move, they wouldn't be able to sense the enemy's level.
However, when the white-robed army showed no mercy…
Instantly, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They felt a bone-chilling sensation, as if a chill that had lasted for ten thousand years rushed straight into their hearts.
Cold and melancholy.
All the Turkic generals were terrified, including the confident Gongsun Zhengqing. His face was ashen and his smile was gone.
The extreme sense of danger made Gongsun Zhengqing want to break out of the encirclement.
Because he knew that he would definitely lose.
Therefore, Gongsun Zhengqing wanted to kill his way out to protect himself.
However, when he tried to break out of the encirclement, Dian Hao Cang, Wenren Pu, and Deputy General Mu Jia formed an iron triangle, making it impossible for him to break out.
On the battlefield, there was no need to talk about martial arts.
Therefore, it was common to bully the few with numbers, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Ten first-rate generals working together to deal with these second-rate generals, how insane was this?
Under the coordination of the white-robed generals, all the second-rate generals were defeated in just three to five rounds.
"Where did this army come from?”
"How can it be so cruel?"
The Turkic commander was momentarily stunned by the massacre of the white-robed soldiers.
Only after all his generals were dead did the Turkic commander come back to his senses.
"You…you…who are you?”
The Turkic general snapped back to his senses and forced himself to remain calm.
"I am the Great Tang's Garrison General, the Commander of the White Robe Army, Chu Xiu.”
Chu Xiu glanced at him and said indifferently.
Although it was only one person's voice, his voice was sonorous, powerful, and dignified.
As Chu Xiu spoke, a powerful aura was emitted from his voice.
The Turkic commander felt a domineering aura assaulting him as he looked at Chu Xiu.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
The Turkic general's face paled when he thought of Chu Xiu's reputation.
"I won't rest until I die!"
After Chu Xiu made a name for himself, everyone knew that his killing intent was too heavy.
According to reliable sources, this person's idol was the famous God of Slaughter from the Warring States Period.
He even said the words,"Kill like Bai Qi, the Lord of Eternal Peace" as his motto.
This person's killing intent was too great, and many Turkic generals naturally found him an eyesore.
Then came the lamentation of the Western Turks.
This was because none of the people who led the invasion of Chu Xiu's territory had escaped alive.
If it was just winning every battle, then it would be fine.
However, the most important thing was that he did not want captives. He had zero tolerance for anyone other than the Chinese. He was an extreme nationalist.
It was precisely because of this that all the Turks had silently avoided his territory.
The Turkic general had never imagined that one day, disaster would descend from the heavens while he sat at home.
He looked at Chu Xiu and coldly shouted,"Chu Xiu, we have never invaded your Youzhou. Why are you trampling on the grassland?"”
The Turkic commander's voice was loud and imposing.
However, Chu Xiu could hear 30% pleading, 30% timidity, 30% fear, and finally, anger but no words from his loud voice.
He had no choice!
The Turkic commander could only admit defeat.
As the saying goes, a wise man understands the times!
When he saw that all his subordinates had died, he no longer had the courage to resist.
It is easy to get a thousand troops, but it is difficult to get a general.
Now that all of his generals were dead, the morale of his army was at an unprecedented low. If they fought forcefully, they would only be a pile of loose sand.
That was why he asked this question, which was equivalent to begging for mercy.
"You Turks were formed from the remnants of the Xiongnu tribe. For thousands of years, you've been aggressively invading my Central Plains. I really don't know what right you have to question this general.”
"Isn't what I'm doing now the same thing you did when you invaded the Central Plains?”
"The only difference is that my main goal is not to plunder, but to take revenge for the Chinese people who died at the hands of your barbarians.”
Hearing Chu Xiu's words, the seven thousand white-robed soldiers all smiled.
Looking at Chu Xiu's imposing figure, his eyes were filled with pride, pride, and worship.
"General Chu, let's talk things out!”
"It's not good to fight and kill. I'm willing to compensate. What do you think?”
The Turkic commander's expression was extremely ugly, but he still forced a smile and made peace.
Chu Xiu's interest waned when he heard this.
His starry eyes slightly drooped as he casually looked at the Turkic commander."Those who offend China's might will be killed no matter how far away they are!”
"This hatred is engraved in my heart. Time cannot bury it, and my bloodline has never forgotten it.”
"So, I'm telling you, you're dead. This battle will not end until you die.”
Chu Xiu didn't say anything else. He stood proudly on the battlefield and pointed his Scarlet Blood Dragon Spear at the sky.
"All troops, attack. Kill all the barbarians you see!”
A cold, domineering, and emotionless voice rang out, sounding the death knell of the Turkic cavalry.
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