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As time gradually came to late January of the following year, early spring season came, the ice and snow on the grassland began to melt, and the herdsmen who had cultivated for a winter also began to get busy.

Going westward, crossing the Ueshan and Wushan is an endless grassland. The gentle hills are distributed on this vast plain. The mountains and melt water form small rivers, winding among the hills, and lakes are as bright as mirrors.

It was early spring, with sufficient water and rapid flow. Groups of cattle and sheep were eating grass leisurely by the river. This area was the territory of the Turkic Baye Ancient Tribe. There were about 50,000 people in the Baye Ancient Tribe, distributed on the vast land west of Wushan.

The shore of Kulun Lake is a gathering place for herders. The tents can be seen from afar, and the herders live a leisurely and peaceful life here.

That morning, a black line appeared in the distance, and a mighty army appeared on the grassland. The herdsmen were frightened and uneasy. They shouted loudly and greeted their families. A group of herds dogs barked at the army in the distance.

Chief Wu Shulie led more than a thousand warriors from the Bayegu tribe to meet him. When he gradually saw the other party's big flag, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was the flag of the Turkic army.

At this time, a soldier shouted: "Chief, it is Khan's golden wolf-headed banner!"

Wu Shulie immediately recognized one of the big flags with a huge golden wolf head embroidered on it. This was the king's flag of the Turkic Khan. Wu Shulie was secretly surprised. Did the Khan come?

Without thinking about it, he hurriedly urged the horse to meet him.

This Turkic army was a 50,000 Turkic army led by Khan Ashinamochu. He received a letter from Emperor Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty last winter, asking him to send troops to assist the Tang army in dealing with the Khitan.

At this time, the internal strife of the Turks had just ended. Asina Mochu's two younger brothers attempted to overthrow his rule and cause a fierce internal war. Although Asina Mochu quelled the civil strife, the Turks also suffered heavy losses and urgently needed to be supplemented.

The Tang Dynasty's request made Asuna Mochu see an opportunity, and he could get compensation from the Khitan. At the same time, he would be able to get rewards from the Tang Dynasty and he would be able to survive the crisis smoothly.

Ashinamochu immediately agreed to the request of the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, but heavy snow blocked the grassland, preventing him from sending troops.

He waited until the spring of the following year, although the ice and snow on the grassland had not completely melted, Ashinamochu was already impatient. He immediately led a 50,000 Turkic army to advance eastward.

Ashinamochu immediately stared at the thousands of tents in the distance. This was the tent of the chief of the Hebayegu tribe, closest to the Khitan nest.

At this time, a team of cavalry rushed to the other side, and the leader was Wu Shulie, the chief of the Baguye tribe.

Ashinamo smiled. His army was in need of supplies. After a moment, Ushulie rushed to Ashinamochu. He saluted immediately: "Khan arrived in person, like an eagle descending to Julun Lake, and Baguyemen sincerely welcomed Khan to come."

Asanumo smirked and patted his shoulder, "It may not be possible to welcome him sincerely. The fifty thousand mouths behind me are not so easy to satisfy."

Wu Shulie's face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't speak for a long time. He really didn't understand the purpose of Khan.

Ashinamochu said lightly: "I'm actually just a transit, but I also need to add it. I want 100,000 sheep and 50,000 bags of horse milk, which can be deducted from the annual tribute of Bagunobu."

Although this number is not small, it can be deducted from the annual tribute, which is not an extra burden. Wu Shulie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked again with a smile: "Is Khan going to attack Shi Wei?"

The Shiwei part was in the northeast, while the Khitan was in the southeast. Wu Shulie did not consider the Khitan. He thought the Khan was here to attack the Shiwei tribe, which was insufficient in tribute last year.

But Ashinamochu shook his head, "No! My target this time is Khitan, Shi Wei has apologized to me, I will give them another chance."

Wu Shulie suddenly realized that the Khitan was fighting against the Tang Dynasty. Khan obviously wanted to attack the Khitan's nest. Such a profitable thing made him feel warm. He quickly put his hand in his heart and said, "Wu Shulie is also willing to lead three thousand warriors to fight with Khitan!"

Ashinamochu burst into laughter, "Wu Shulie, you are not stupid at all!"

...

As soon as the Turkic army crossed Wushan, they met the first Khitan tribe, which was a small tribe with about 10,000 people. Most of the young and strong followed Sun Wanrong to fight in the Tang Dynasty. There were only elderly, young, women and children in the tribe.

Asuna Mochu looked at the hundreds of Khitan camps in the distance. He sneered and turned around to his eldest son, Chuiju, and said, "Chuiju, I'll leave it to you!"

Ashinafuju was about twenty years old. He inherited his father's cruel character, even more cruel and warlike than the prairie wolf. He pulled out his battle knife, pointed to the tent from a distance, and shouted in a low voice: "Kill!"

The war horses galloped and murderous aura burst out. Thousands of Turkic cavalry pulled out their battle swords and swung their swords to kill the fleeing herdsmen. At this moment, the killing people accumulated on the sword and killed them overwhelmed the sky and circled them away.

...

It was not far from the Bakuro tribe to the Khitan nest. Three days later, a 50,000 Turkic army gradually arrived at the Khitan nest.

The Khitan tribe tent is located two hundred miles west of Wushan. A big river flows through the grassland. The pastures here are rich and there are more than 200,000 people. It is the old nest of the Khitan chief Sun Wanrong.

At this moment, the Khitan was shrouded in a fearful atmosphere, and the news that the Turkic army had crossed Wushan had reached here.

In the big tent, Sun Wanrong's younger brother Sun Wankang was like an ant on a hot pan, paced back and forth in a hurry. He had received more than a dozen unfortunate news that wherever the Turkic army passed, he killed all his tribe members, and did not let go of the old man, women and children.

Sun Wankang unexpectedly caused such a situation today. After succeeding in the attack on the Tang Dynasty, their ambitions burst out and organized all the young and strong people to go to Hebei to loot, but he did not expect that the Turks' sneak attack would come so quickly and violently.

What made him even more worried was that the union of the two major forces of the Tang Dynasty and the Turks would form a powerful force, which was far from the point where the Khitan could resist. Maybe the Khitan would destroy the clan and the race.

He had already asked the great chief Sun Wanrong for help, but it was difficult to quench his near thirst. It would take ten days for the main force of the Khitan army to come back at the fastest, but the Turkic cavalry was imminent.

The latest news from the newsman who went to investigate was not heard yet, but Sun Wankang knew that for the grassland cavalry, the journey of dozens of miles was only one hour, and the enemy would arrive at any time, but his hundreds of thousands of tribes could not move away so quickly. Even if he moved away, he would be able to take care of the elderly and young, and bring the flock of sheep, he would be caught up by the enemy soon. What should he do now?

Regret and anxiety made Sun Wankang's heart hang in his throat. At this moment, a rapid sound of running came from outside the tent.

"Two Chiefs!"

It was the voice of the informant, and the voice was extremely frightened, which almost stopped Sun Wankang's heart and fled. He vaguely guessed that the bad news was coming.

"The enemy's vanguard is less than thirty miles away from us."

"Dang!"

The long sword in Sun Wankang's hand landed on the ground, and he stood there on the spot. It was too late. After a while, he suddenly woke up and ran out of the tent like crazy, waving his arms and shouting loudly.

"Escape quickly! I don't want the tent or flock, run away quickly!"

But the flocks and tents are the lives of herders. None of them can give up their property on which they depend for their survival, and no one is willing to give up their property to run away.

Seeing that the crisis was imminent, Sun Wankang had no choice but to order: "Blow the trumpet and prepare for the fight!"

"Woo~" the trumpet sounded, which was the trumpet of summoning Khitan warriors. Teams of cavalry ran out of various tents, and quickly merged from the trickle stream into a powerful army. Finally, six thousand cavalry were ready to go.

In less than half an hour, the vanguard of the Turkic army appeared at the end of the grassland. The vanguard consisted of 10,000 cavalry, and the vanguard general was Wu Shulie, the chief of the Baguye tribe.

In this battle with the Turkic Khan, the elites of Baguye tribe came out, and they sent out another 150,000 sheep as military rations. In addition, they were most familiar with the terrain in the Wushan area, so they played a guide role in this Turkic battle, and even they were responsible for the vanguard army.

Wu Shulie looked at the tens of thousands of tents in the distance from afar. The Khitans did not move away, which really surprised Wu Shulie. They had been engaged in dealing with the Khitans for decades. They knew each other well. The Khitans originally had enough troops, but after they started fighting with the Tang army last winter, the Khitan troops left at most no more than 10,000 people.

They did not withdraw, obviously wanting to fight the final decisive battle. Ten thousand people dared to compete with the 50,000 Turkic army. Wu Shulie sneered, overestimating his power, the demise of the Khitan nest was right in front of him.

“Slow down the march!”

With the order of Wu Shulie, the 10,000 vanguard troops slowed down. They were still seven or eight miles away from the Khitan tent group, and 6,000 Khitan troops had already gone to fight. They marched in line and fought against the invading enemy.

"Blow the trumpet!"

Wu Shulie issued an order, and the horns suddenly sounded on the grassland, "Woo--" There was also a response from a distance, and a black line that lasted several miles away appeared.

The main force of the Turks appeared. Under the king's flag, Ashinamo waved his hand and the army stopped. He stared coldly at the Khitan army in the distance, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes.

"Send the right army to attack!"

The horn sounded again, and a large group of Turkic cavalry suddenly appeared on the low hill about three miles behind the Khitan cavalry. Their target was no longer Khitan cavalry, but tens of thousands of Khitan tent groups.

Ashinabuju waved his sword and shouted fiercely: "Kill--"

Tens of thousands of cavalry swept towards the terrified Khitan young and old like a torrent of collapse in the embankment.

The Khitan General Sun Wankang was frightened. He suddenly realized that he had been trapped. The enemy's cavalry had rushed into the Khitan camp. The crying of the old man and the children, the screams of women quilts, and all kinds of screams of being killed one after another.

The Khitan army was in chaos, and the young and young men witnessed their wives, children and parents being slaughtered. They screamed like wild animals, staring at their blood-red eyes and rushed back desperately. Sun Wankang could no longer control the army, and the six thousand troops collapsed instantly. He knew that the situation was hopeless, so he turned around and fled.

Seeing the opportunity coming, Ashinamochu turned around and shouted: "You can take the cow and sheep women. If you take Sun Wankang's head, you will be rewarded with two thousand sheep!"

The five thousand bayegu cavalry in front suddenly launched. The sound of their shouts of killing shocked the sky and rushed towards the collapsed Khitan army. At this time, horns sounded from all sides, and the main Turkic army surrounded them from all sides, and the Khitan army had nowhere to escape.

On the grassland, the Turkic army killed wantonly. On the grassland, people were rolling heads and corpses were dozens of miles away. Young and young men were killed in screams, women were not spared, and the elderly and children were not spared. This massacre turned blood and was extremely tragic. Most of the Khitan men were massacred.

When the killing gradually subsided, teams of disheveled young women were pulled out by ropes, and more than 40,000 people were the trophy of the Turks, together with millions of cattle and sheep, the grassland tribes regarded women as property, which was their need to reproduce the population. They generally would not stay for the children who grew up and sensible, and they would become the source of hatred.

At this time, a team of cavalry led a large group of men, women, young and old to Ashinamochuo's horse, and reported to the leader of the ten thousand men: "Khan, these are the Khitan nobles and their families, with a total of 441 people."

Ashinamo glanced at them and said lightly: "Let them all!"

When Ashinafu, who was next to him, saw that there were many beautiful young women inside, he stepped forward and smiled, "Father, why not give the women inside to my tribe."

Asunamo sucked the horse whip and pointed at the tens of thousands of women in the distance and said, "Women over there, I will give you as much as you want, but the Khitan nobles are not good. I need them to be my slaves, pay tribute to me every year, and let them go all out!"

Khan issued an order, and the soldiers released all the nobles, and all the nobles knelt down and kowtowed to thank them. Everyone was grateful. Ashinamochu ordered some of the property to be left for these nobles.

Seeing that his son was unhappy, Ashinamochuo glared at him fiercely and said, "You are the son of Khan. If you want to be a grassland eagle, don't be like a ram in heat, and you are obsessed with a few women. If we completely destroy the Khitan, the Tang Dynasty will have no worries. They will deal with us in the next step, leaving a hidden danger in Liaodong, and the Tang Dynasty will not dare to attack the Turks with all its strength."

Only then did Ashinafuju understand his father's foresight and quickly saluted: "I will remember what Father Khan said in my heart!"

Seeing that the annihilation of the Khitan Sun Wanrong tribe had achieved complete victory and had enough gains. As for the other Khitan tribes, he did not plan to continue the conquest. He immediately ordered his left and right and said, "Transfer my order, and the army will rest on the spot!"

Two Turkic soldiers opened the envoys of the Tang Dynasty and left the pigeon cage. Several pigeons flew into the sky, circled twice in the sky, and flew southward.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Asuna Mochu gave all parts of the Turks, and each unit brought the spoils such as women, cattle and sheep back to the camp for further distribution.

The Turkic army rested in the Khitan lair for two days, and Ashinamochuo sent people to Youzhou to inform Lou Shide. Two days later, the Turkic army returned to the northern grassland with countless spoils.
Chapter completed!