Pin Huilian stood in front of the bloody camp gate, looking hundreds of steps away. The two were stunned. "Different Turkic soldiers killed each other, and he suddenly felt cold all over, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Half of the casualties were lost, but the so-called reinforcements of the Chinese Korea were not seen for a long time. Five arrows were fired for help, but they were still like stones sinking into the sea, with no news.

This was the most violent battle. The mountainous corpses and blood dripping reflected the magnificent momentum of the war. Looking at the battlefield where outstanding soldiers sacrificed one after another, Mo Jilian's heart was as painful as being cut by a knife.

Whose mistakes are today?

Moji couldn't even see the angry expression on his face, and replaced it with a desolate and sad theory.

Yes, who is the fault of 50,000 soldiers in today's situation? It was him, the Turkic national teacher and the actual commander of the 50,000 army. He believed the promises of the Chinese people. He overestimated the character of Fang Zheng, the commander of the Northern Expedition Army of the Hua Dynasty. Fang Zheng's extremely small price gained his trust, annihilated Chai Mengshan, acquiesced and even encouraged him to seize the grassland pasture, incorporate the tribe, and take the initiative to take over the sporadic battles before the decisive battle. All of this was extremely perfect. When Mojilian gradually trusted the Hua Dynasty Allied Army, Fang Zheng suddenly pushed his 50,000 Turkic soldiers down the abyss in a despicable manner!

Those who use troops above the army will use a knife to kill people.

Mojilian wanted to laugh, but lived for a long time, but fell on a twenty-year-old young man. He claimed that he was extremely intelligent among the Turks, but today he was like a foolish hug, willingly getting into the trap set for him in advance. He was still looking forward to the reinforcements of the Huachao people. It was really ridiculous!

At this moment, no matter how stupid people are, they understand that when the so-called "reinforcements" of the Chinese Dynasty arrive, they will raise their butcher knives, but the targets they slaughtered were all the Turks who killed each other on this battlefield. Whether it was Mochu or the soldiers under his tent, the exhausted Turkic soldiers would be killed by the Hua Dynasty army without mercy.

If you are not my race, your heart will be different. The famous sayings passed down by the sages of the Hua Dynasty in the distant ancient times, Mo Jilian should have understood the true meaning of this sentence long ago, and it was too late to understand it today!

Looking at the battlefield where the battles were constantly fighting, Mo Jilian suddenly sneered. He was not the only one who was deceived. Mo Chuo was also on the other side. What was ridiculous is that until this moment, Mo Chuo still had no idea about the shocking conspiracy of the Chinese people, and he was still constantly increasing troops to the battlefield, trying to destroy his future troubles in one fell swoop, and then dream of unifying the grassland and dominating the world.

Soon after sniffing, he would find that his dream was easily broken in the sun, and that cruel moment was not far away.

"Master National Master, we have more than half of our casualties. Will we increase troops to the battlefield?" A ten thousand men's captain knelt in front of Mojilian and asked respectfully.

Moji looked into the distance, his old face twitched a few times, and a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.

"Tell me the order, the soldiers of the entire army put down their weapons." Under the astonished gaze of the captain, Mojilian issued an incredible order lightly.

, surrender to Mochu Khan!”

"Why?" The head of the Wanfu was stunned and then shouted loudly, with an extremely angry expression. If it weren't for the identity of the national guru and the head coach, he would probably have killed him on the spot without hesitation.

The Turks could die, bleed, and lose, but they could never accept surrender. Moreover, the collapse of faith was more painful than losing their lives when they went to a traitor who usurped his brother Khan.

Moji's face was as deep as water, staring at the tragic warriors on the battlefield in a daze, with a look of pain in his eyes. He sighed and said softly with a little tremolo: "No matter what we believe in, now, let us leave some seeds for the Turkic people! The disaster is coming,"

The chief of ten thousand men shouted, "What seeds are left? What kind of disaster? Master National Master, what are you talking about? The reinforcements from the Hua Dynasty are coming soon, and they will attack us inside and outside. Mochu is about to be defeated. At this critical moment, you actually ordered to surrender to Mochu?"

Mojilian suddenly laughed, his smile was indescribable: "Huachao reinforcements? Yes, Huachao reinforcements will come, but they will not help us. They raise their butcher knives and will kill all our Turks, thus bringing the entire grassland into the territory of China. There is no more Turkish foothold in the world.

Pointing to the battlefield where corpses are piled up. Mojilian said leisurely: The soldiers are exhausted, and both sides suffer heavy casualties. If you were the head coach of the Huachao, would you really help a sick tiger, and then wait until it recovers, or raise a sword and take the opportunity to kill the tiger, completely eliminating the great troubles that have been stagnant in the hearts of Huachao people for more than a hundred years?"

The ten thousand men was stunned when he heard this. After thinking for a moment, his expression suddenly became solemn. Of course, he was not a fool to be able to be the top position of ten thousand men. Moji said a few words to him that the Turks had fallen into a desperate situation.

Moji patted his shoulder continuously and said with a smirk: "At this point, we Turks still have to fight internally and let the aliens completely annihilate us? At this moment, in addition to uniting, leaving this place as soon as possible, redeveloping internal affairs, and making a comeback in the future, you have a better way to save the Turks in a state of doom. Go and send an order, the entire army put down their weapons and surrender to Mochu Khan! We are an excellent Turkic nation, and we cannot be destroyed by aliens in this place."

The eyes of the ten thousand men suddenly turned red, and the cold and hard man burst into tears on the spot. He sobbed a few times. He stood up, wiping his tears hard, raised his hands, and shouted violently towards the battlefield: "Transfer the order of the National Master! All the Turkic soldiers, put down their weapons, Xiang, Xiang Mochu Khan, "Surrender! Surrender! We surrender!"

Everyone was stunned. The soldiers fighting desperately slowed down. Seeing that the soldiers under Mochu's tent had a rare opportunity, many soldiers under Mochu's tent were killed under the knife as they raised their hands and fell.

"Surrender! We surrender! Don't fight, all the Turkic people are willing to worship Mochu as Khan. We are no longer enemies, but Mochu Khan's loyal slave."

"No! We are the main force of Moju Xiao Khan, how can we surrender to the traitor? We are willing to die in a bloody battle!" After many soldiers reacted, they immediately shouted.

"We will never surrender!"

"The Turkic people are descendants of Canglang, only the Turks who died in battle, and no surrendered Turks!"

On the battlefield, the soldiers under Moji even shouted, clenched their fists with excitement, and their eyes were red.

Morale fell down the moment the order was conveyed, and all the Turkic soldiers stopped fighting. The situation was chaotic, and everyone automatically contracted into a ball, forming two round defensive formations. Both sides retreated with caution, with clear barriers.

"Those who disobey orders in front of the formation will be killed without mercy." The long man's face is as deep as water, his tone is as ice, but a trace of pain flashes in his eyes.

The situation suddenly changed, making everyone covered in Xiaoyan's six-minded minds. What was wrong with the crowd? Why did they surrender? Didn't it mean that Jia Bang Dai is coming to rescue soon? Victory is right in front of you, why did the national teacher suddenly propose to surrender?

A path was divided among the crowd, and Mojilian rode on a horse. He held the Turkic King flag representing Gu Ludu Khan in his hand, and rode his horse alone towards Mochu's army.

"The national teacher Mojilian led the warriors under the tent to surrender to Mochu Khan! Please believe my sincerity. The disaster of the Turks is coming. Please withdraw immediately. We go north and retreat to the depths of the grassland to retain the last little seed for the Turks."

Mo Jilian dismounted in front of Mo Chuo's formation, then knelt down and stroked his chest. His tone was stable, but his expression was a little anxious. There was not much time left. If unexpectedly, Fang Zheng would lead his troops to surround them immediately. Can we escape this disaster?

"Mujilian is confused? He can still try his best at this time, why do he surrender to Ben Khan?" Mochuo rode on the horse, squinted his eyes and looked at Mojilian who raised the flag in front of the formation, with a hesitant expression.

"Khan, let me go up and slash this cunning fox with one stone. No matter what conspiracy he has, we don't have to pay attention to!" Datata said grimly beside Mochu.

"Mochu Khan, there is not much time left! Please order the withdrawal of troops as soon as possible. The Chinese people are about to be defeated. Let us stop the internal strife and leave some blood for the Turks!" Mojilian shouted in front of the formation.

"Hua Chaoren?" Mo Chuan took a breath of cold air, and immediately understood the meaning of Mojilian. He turned his head to look at the locations of both sides. He was shocked to find that before he knew it, the battlefield of the army on both sides had become closer to the Northern Expedition camp. The battlefield was vast grasslands in the east, west, and north, and the turbulent Yu River in the south. If the Huachao people suddenly appeared and surrounded them with troops from east and west to north, the Turks would fall into a terrible death.

"This old fool who led the wolf into the house!" After Mochu was shocked, cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. Although he still didn't understand what kind of agreement the Hua Dynasty and Mojilian reached, nor did he understand how the Hua Dynasty deceived Mojilian. However, he knew that it was too late to think about it at this time and quickly led his army to leave to avoid this disaster.

"Send an order to withdraw troops north! Let's go deep into the grassland and camp in Kaiping first!"

"Boom!" As soon as Mochu finished speaking, he heard a deafening sound of cannons suddenly coming from the outer edge of the army. Then, three vague black lines appeared on the end of the grassland, east, west and north, and on the green grassland, which was particularly dazzling.

"Khan! An unknown army surrounded us on three sides!" A spy hurriedly reported.

Mochu looked at the three black lines outside and the faint sound of horse hooves like thunder, and his heart kept sinking and sinking to the bottom of the valley."

"Transfer, order, the whole army turned around and formed a defensive formation." Mochuo seemed to be exhausted.

He glanced at Mojilian in a faint glance, and Mojilian ordered again: "I ordered them to send Gu Ludu's son and Mojilian to the central army of my Khan. All the Turks stopped fighting and went to the outside world!"

"Marson, the Turks seem to have a ceasefire. They have set up their formations for us," Feng Qiudao whispered from the side.

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "It's only a truce at this time, it's too late! What did you do early?"

Fang Zheng smiled proudly, like a fox that had stole three hundred.

No matter who sets this trap and puts all the Turks in the trap, they will be proud. What's more, Master Fang is not too low-key in normal times. How can such a proud work not show off?

"Marson, the three armies have surrounded the Turks, and they can't run away!" Han Dashi jumped on his horse and shouted excitedly.

The Turks who had suffered from the northern border town for more than a hundred years will end their century of glory today. All the soldiers of the Chinese Dynasty were in high spirits. They excitedly held the weapons in their hands. When the commanders were rushing to speed up, they arranged the formation according to the plan in an orderly manner and waited for the marshal's final attack order.

"Arrange the array! Arrows forward and surround them!" Feng Qiudao ordered loudly through hundreds of steps across the Turkic people.

Tens of thousands of archers emerged from the Northern Expedition Army. They surrounded the Turks in the middle with the Northern Expedition Camp as the center. They opened their bows and arrows, and the sharp arrow tips pointed at the Turks in the encirclement. The strong murderous aura filled the grassland again.

Looking at the archer lined up in front of him, Mochu's heart sank into the bottom of the valley.

The archers, shield hands, knife hands, gunmen, etc. of an army are equipped with standard equipment, but, "How could the Huachao people have so many archers?"

What will happen if the cavalry fights against such a large number of bowmen? Mo Chuan pulled the corners of his mouth, his mouth was full of bitterness.

Judging from the posture in front of you, Fang Zheng planned to wipe out them all without leaving any living mouth.

"The time for the Turkic people to survive and die! Whether it is the warriors under Ben Khan's tent or the soldiers under the tent of the national lieutenant who had just surrendered, you can obey my orders and line up! Get ready to attack! We must break through the encirclement!"

All the Turks acted, although they were defeated, but they were still not panicked and had to admit that they were worthy of being the most powerful army in the world. Soon, they teamed up with a thousand men, like a hemp rope twisted into a regiment, forming a cone-shaped offensive formation, with the tip of the cone directly aiming at the central army of the Northern Expedition Army.

Fang Zheng rode on the horse, squinted his eyes and looked at the formation of the Turks. Suddenly he laughed at the sky several times.

Wensen hurriedly responded to the situation and said, "Why is the marshal laughing?"

Fang Zheng pointed to the Turkic formation and smiled and said, "Look at the formation listed by the Turkic people, does it look like a man's words?"

Wensen hates chills and sweats

This marshal is evil,

Fang Zheng looked at it for a while and then smiled again. If the Turkic formations were like men, what would my Northern Expedition Army look like? Condoms? Oh, the war was so lewd, the Turkic people were too shameless."

Compared to Fang Zheng's relaxation, Mo Chuan's feeling was heavy. Seeing himself surrounded by the Huachao army, he felt cold all over and felt a sense of despair.

"Occurrence! Break out of the siege!" Mochu's eyes turned red, he pulled out his scimitar and issued an offensive order.

The low and sobbing sound of cow horns spread throughout the army.

All Turkic people were unsheathed, urging their horses to charge, and the formation was launched, and the momentum was moving forward, revealing a sense of tragic meaning.

The horse's hooves were like thunder, and the attack formation was still not messy while running wildly. On the grassland, a huge arrow quickly moved towards the Huachao encirclement, like a sharp sword, trying to tear a crack in the encirclement and win a chance to survive.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps”

"The archer was about to be in front of the Northern Expedition Army. The messenger rode a war horse and waved the order in the lane: his nephew ran fiercely, conveying the command of the commander.

"slightly!"

Tens of thousands of strong bows aimed at the charging Turks, and the cold tips of the arrow emitted a faint cold light, like an invitation from the god of death.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps”,

After the "Dongdongdongdongdong" army formation, the huge war drums sounded, and everyone's hearts began to beat rapidly with the rhythm of the drum.

"Shoot the arrow!"

"Shoot the arrow!"

"Buzz"

The low string trembled, and the arrows in the sky shot densely at the charging Turks.

Tens of thousands of sharp arrows shot upwards in arcs, as if covering the sun in the sky. The sky became dark and dull in an instant. Countless people in the Turkic formation screamed loudly. Arrows fell down one after another, and large pieces of blank space appeared in the complete cone array.

Mochu fell to the end, and thousands of personal soldiers around him protected him heavily. Seeing that countless warriors under the tent were caught, he couldn't help but his eyes were broken, and he raised his sword and shouted: "Charge! rush again! Be sure to rush out!"

In the Northern Expedition Formation, Feng Qiudao, Qin Chong and Han Dashi, who clearly understood Fang Zheng's intention to fight, three generals, rode their horses back and forth in front of the formation to give orders.

"Shoot the arrow! Continue to shoot the arrow!"

The most dangerous area for cavalry against archers is between 300 and 100 steps, which is the best area for long-range weapons to attack the archers.
To be continued...