Sincerity is a game played by big people. From ancient times to the present, all the glory of historical books and books is a big person, but they are standing at the top of the tribute for future generations to examine the blood and bones of civilians.

Don’t talk about being a marquis, and one general will succeed and get rid of thousands of bones.

The grassland today is witnessing a decisive decision on the right to speak in the country for hundreds of years to come.

The ending is no longer timid

Ten thousand heavily armored cavalry entered the flock of sheep like tigers, ruthlessly tearing apart the Turkic cavalry, which was known as the strongest on land. They burst out with humiliation and cowardice that had been suppressed for a hundred years, and venting their blood almost disappeared. They were invincible, and the target of the military force, whether Turkic soldiers or their war horses, were crushed by these meat grinders.

This nation has suffered too much grievance and has survived humbly for more than a hundred years under the tyranny of the Turks. Today, with the arrogant attitude of the victor, they will trample these arrogant Turks, who were full of aggression and cruel complex in their bones, under their feet. The glory of the Turks will always be just a historical mark. From today on, the term Turks can be completely erased from these, and in the future, they can only find the glory it once had in history books.

Who gave the Huachao soldiers a chance to be proud?

In the military formation of the Northern Expedition Army, all the generals and soldiers stared eagerly at the young commander with a lazy and unscrupulous smile on his face.

It was him who determined the world where Hua Chao would no longer be subject to foreign aggression!

In the middle of the battlefield, ten thousand heavily armored cavalry were still rushing forward in the Turkic battle formation, unstoppable. The cold iron mask and the cold heavy armor emitted a faint cold light. The spear in his hand was covered with blood, but it was still like a hungry beast, ruthlessly devouring the enemy's life.

This is a cavalry carefully built at a huge cost, and it is also a steel cavalry that is almost invincible in the world. In the era of cold weapons, a heavy armored cavalry could scatter the world and gallop at will, and all enemies were small and fragile.

The round defensive formation of Tuma people completely collapsed the moment the heavy armored cavalry rushed into the enemy formation.

They had never seen such a trajectory. The spear in the heavy armored knight's hand was a bloody hole when it poked on them. Their swords slashed on the heavy armored knight, leaving only a faint trace of irrelevant pain.

How can such an unfair war continue?

The morale of the Turkic warriors was completely depressed. Most of the warriors had no intention of resisting, but instead looked for opportunities to escape.

If a war reaches the point where even the generals cannot stop the soldiers from escaping, it can basically be considered powerless to turn things around.

Hearing the Turkic people's constant screams and sounds of falling off the horse, Fang Zheng riding on the horse smiled proudly.

When the war has reached this point, it is time to close the net.

The flag was waving, and the Northern Expedition Army, which surrounded three sides, began to launch the attack. The encirclement shrinks and tightens the Turks in the middle. Behind the Turks was the turbulent Yu River, and they had no way to retreat. There was no way to escape.

Mochu was tightly protected by thousands of Turkic soldiers. On their periphery, countless Turkic soldiers were slaughtered. The muscles on Mochu's face twitched rapidly, and his face was as pale as a dead person.

Mo Jilian's expression was extremely peaceful, as if such an ending had long been expected by him.

Mochu turned his head and looked at Mojilian with complex eyes.

"National Master, Ben Khan competed with you for the rule of the grassland for several years. Unexpectedly, today he was benefited by a fisherman from a foreign race. If I had known today, why would I have to?"

Mochuo suddenly stopped talking, his expression depressed.

If he had known today, with his own personality, he would still be competing. Mochuo had Mochu's arrogance, he would never be inferior to others. His biological brother was not good, and Huachao people, let alone!

Mojilian opened his eyes and sighed: "Mochu, the situation is gone! Turks. It's over! In recent years, we have shed too much blood and sacrificed too many excellent soldiers. We started a war. It hurts the heavens and the omnipotent true god is angry and no longer estimates us."

Mochu looked stunned, then smiled to the sky, and suddenly regained his heroic spirit.

"I initiated the war. It is enough for me to sniff the true god to sin alone. Why do I want my entire Turkic country to be destroyed? How unfair is the true god!"

Amid the heroic laughter, Mochu suddenly pulled out the scimitar and shouted violently: "I am the King of Turks. I respect the luxury and dominate the world. Where the sun can shine, the places where the sunlight can shine will become the pastures of my Turks and the people of foreign countries outside the grasslands. They will all become slaves of my Turks, and no one can easily trample on the dignity of the King of Khans.

With a loud shout, Mochu grabbed the horse's belly with both legs and raised his sword to urge the horse to kill the Feng army's stalemate of the Northern Expedition Army.

Thousands of Turkic soldiers behind Mochu followed closely behind, and their faces showed a tragic look. Since ancient times, those who went to the death with great pride were not only the Chinese clan, but also the foreign countries also had bloody men.

Mochuo rushed to the top first, his eyes were red, and he stared at the central army's "Fang" character coach. A young man riding a white horse and walking back and forth. The corners of his mouth were biting too hard and red blood flowed down.

"Fang Zheng, it's you! It's all you! You have destroyed my dream of dominating the world with your own hands. Your conspiracy and tricks have caused me to be destroyed from now on. I will die today and die with you. Let's go to hell together!"

Mo Jilian, who was strapping to the bottom, looked at Mo Chuo Juechen's figure, and couldn't help but shed turbid old tears.

With the sound of hooves, Moji laughed in tears, and sang a desolate pastoral song. The long tune of the Turkish tune with sad guns was particularly melodious and desolate on the battlefield where war horses neighed and drums shook the sky.

"The willows on the top of the mountain are high, and the wind blows the leaves. After traveling thousands of miles, how should we return to the old place?"

Amid the desolate pastoral singing repeatedly, Mochu held a scimitar in his hand and bypassed the heavily armored cavalry in the center of the battlefield, and had approached the central army step by step.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, getting closer and closer.”

Fang Zheng looked at Mochu, whose eyes were red, and rushed towards him, and was shocked. He narrowed his eyes and pointed at Mochu who was getting closer and closer in panic, and asked in a trembling voice: "Who is this? Is he so brave?"

Wensen, who was standing beside him, looked at him openly and said calmly: "

Fang Zheng wiped his cold sweat like Cao Cao from Changbanpo. He exclaimed: "I am really wrong, and I am a real god."

Wensen agreed very appropriately: "Can the Marshal capture this person alive?"

Fang Zheng glared: "Catch your mother! Keep him in the future and plot against me, right? Am I that stupid?"

As he said that, Fang Zheng turned his head and looked around, raised his whip, pointed forward obliquely, and said a classic line dedicated to villains.

"Brothers, give it to me! Those who kill the enemy Chief Mochu will reward you with a thousand gold medals and will be granted the title of Marquis of Wanhu!"

In Fang Zheng's impression, the title of Wanhuhou was always prepared for the minions who worked hard.

There were many minions and teeth that were dispatched as ordered, Feng Qiudao, Han Dashi and Qin Chong were as if they were injected with chicken blood. They led their soldiers to the front with excitement.

"Marquis of Wanhu is mine!" As he rode his horse, Han Dashi raised the sword in his hand and laughed in front of the wind.

"General Fu is not talented, so he robs the title of Marquis of Wanhu to shine on my Qin family and offend me!" Qin Chong rode on the horse and smiled unwillingly.

The three generals of the Huachao all came out, and they actually regarded Mochu as their prey and fought for each other without giving in.

"Swoosh!"

A sharp arrow suddenly shot out, and Mochu, who was running wildly, felt his chest numb, and then he leaned down and fell down his horse.

Han Dashi and Qin Chong stopped their horses in horror and turned around to look into the formation. They saw Feng Qiudao hanging down his arms calmly, with a strong bow with a shiny lacquer in his hand, and the bowstring was still trembling slightly.

Feng Qiudao rode his horse and walked forward slowly. He looked at Mochu who was lying on the cold grass calmly. He saw that he was twitching all over, and a sharp arrow was inserted into the heart of his chest and his eyes were trembling. He saw that he was no longer alive.

Feng Qiudao nodded, as if quite satisfied with his accuracy in archery techniques. With Han Dashi and Qin Chong's stunned eyes, he turned his horse's head and slowly returned to the central army, leaving a sentence melodiously.

"Wanhuhou" I also want to be fooled

"mean!"

"Don't rely on it!"

Han Dashi and Qin Chong were stunned for a moment, and then cursed.

The soldiers under his command had already met Mochu's personal army, and the two sides fought in a regiment. With the number and morale of the Turkic soldiers, the war was still one-sided and inclined toward the Northern Expedition Army.

Mochu was lying on the cold grass, and the blood foam in his mouth kept pouring out, twitching all over. His face was pale. He grabbed the scimitar, as if he wanted to force his feet to stand up with the blade, but unfortunately his whole body had lost all the strength with the blood in his chest.

Mochu's eyes gradually became dimming. He looked at the gloomy sky and said intermittently: "I..." is from Turks, Khan, the "places that can be shined by the sun will "turn" into me, Turks, pastures."

After saying this, he died of silent breath.

Fang Zheng carefully looked at Mochu's corpse, which was completely breathless, and looked at it for a while. Fang Zheng suddenly spat hard on the ground and said with great contempt: "Bah! Do you really think that you are Zhao Zilong from Changzhuo Slope 7 to 7? An old pretender!"

The cannons roared twice, and nearly a hundred Chinese soldiers ran on horseback on the battlefield, shouting in unsmooth Turkic language.

"Mochu is dead!"

"Mochu is dead!"

On the edge of the battlefield, the Khan flag that moisturized the snatched its historical mission and reached the bottom.

History has opened a new chapter.

"Raise my handsome flag higher, and raise it higher! Yes, that's it! Haha. All the generals, are you looking at the handsome flag of this handsome flag quite majestic? Are you coquettish? Hahahahahahahahahahaha"

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The decisive battle between the Chinese and the Turks was over.

It is natural to end. When the news of Mochu's death spread throughout every corner of the battlefield, and when Mochu's Khan flag fell, the morale of all Turkic soldiers collapsed.

When counting the prisoners on the battlefield, only more than 20,000 Turkic soldiers were alive, most of them were injured.

The universe has settled, and the soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army of the Huachao cheered in unison. The descendants can enjoy peace forever from now on, and there is no need to worry about foreign invasion and plunder. The Huachao will dominate the east of the world and become the veritable Jiatong Heavenly Kingdom.

"Long live the Huachao! Long live my emperor!"

"Long live my emperor"

Cheers resounded throughout the clouds and spread leisurely on the endless grassland.

Facing the sincerely beloved and respectful gaze of the soldiers, Fang Zheng looked angry and pitiful. He hurriedly dismounted and ran to Mojilian.

"National Master! I led the army to help, but I didn't expect that I was still one step late! I, I'm sorry for you!"

With tears in his eyes, Fang Zheng noticed that Mo Jilian's hands were tied up, and his face was furious. His fierce eyes wanted to tear Fang Zheng to pieces.

Fang Zheng was shocked and took a few steps back. He said in a terrifying manner: "I didn't expect Mochu to be an old glass." How about you not behaved by him? You tied you so tightly. The taste is quite heavy. He actually likes this kind of tone, and he doesn't let it go until he is eight years old. He is simply worse than a beast."

Mojilian said furiously: "Fang Zheng! You despicable villain! You are a despicable villain! The design hurts me, Turkic, and the real god will not forgive you!"

Faced with Mojilian's accusations, Fang Zheng was both heartbroken and grieved: "National Master, you really wronged me. We are allies, why did you design to harm you? Didn't I lead the troops to support you according to the original plan? What did I do wrong?"

Moji looked around at the battlefield filled with smoke, and the Turkic prisoners of war with only more than 20,000 people left. Tears couldn't help but fall in his eyes.

"More than 100,000 Han Jue soldiers, but now only these 20,000 disabled prisoners of war are left. The Turks are really destroyed! These are all the evils that I have committed by bringing wolves into the house!"

"National Master. I am mourning and following changes, and you must learn to be strong."

"Get out! I don't need you to cry and pretend to be merciful!"
To be continued...