When the news came, the whole army suddenly came to spirit.


    Tang Hao reined in his horse and stared at the panting scout.


    "How many troops? But Turkic soldiers?"


    The Scout bowed his hands and gave a truthful answer.


    "It''s a tribe of more than 300 people."


    While talking, there was a touch of excitement in his eyes.


    Perhaps, in the eyes of these recruits, what they see is a massacre.


    In the eyes of these veterans, what they see is the golden mutton legs.


    Tang Hao smiled on his face and turned to look at the uncontrollable veterans, Lang said.


    "Officers and men! It''s better to have meat tonight!"


    In an instant, the excited cry roared out among the veterans.


    As for those recruits, looking at the horses shuttling in front of them, they were a little confused. After being a little stunned, they also followed them up.


    On the dense grass, snow spots covered the broad plateau.


    Tang Hao rode on wuzhui and looked down at the distance.


    Under the plateau, Turkic tribes are scattered in groups, forming huge clan camps.


    In the white tents, the smoke was swirling and it was very quiet.


    A woman opened a corner of the tent and came out. Her thick Plush felt hat covered most of her face and made a long call.


    The children chasing and fighting on the grassland stopped when they heard the cry, and the childish voice returned a few words.


    Several young men with horse milk wine raised a tent and drilled in. A moment later, there was a rough and crazy laughter from the men.


    At the foot of the Northwest Mountain, cattle and sheep fanned their long ears and ate the tender green grass leisurely.


    Some herdsmen who have finished feeding their cattle and sheep drive the full cattle and sheep back to the circle and make a loud noise.


    After two times of grassland plundering, it is obvious that these herdsmen have left a big shadow.


    When grazing, I don''t forget to bring my bow and arrow and the sharp machete.


    Seeing the peaceful scene, Tang Hao slowly raised his hand.


    "Kill!"


    A roar exploded from the plateau, and Tang knives were raised to the sky. Rows of war horses suddenly jumped out and spread towards the foot of the mountain with a loud noise.


    The man who lifted the curtain caught a glimpse of the sea of people rushing down the mountain, hurried to take out the bow and arrow from behind, and the sound of violent drinking rang out.


    "The Han people are coming! Run!"


    While talking, he bent his bow and took an arrow, aiming at these galloping Tang cavalry.


    Poof.


    The arrow flew across the sky.


    Flying from another angle, nailed to the man''s neck, blood splashed, and the bow and arrow in his hand fell feebly.


    On his side, the figure in a cloak led a group of people and horses, rushed down from another angle of the hillside, looked at the two young people who were running away on horseback, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes.


    In the sound of breaking the air, the Turkic youth turned back in fear.


    In the sight, a figure came from the horse, and the blade brush cut out.


    The young man''s pupils tightened and then threw them high. Countless cavalry and horses rolled up the soil from below and rushed to the tribe.


    The horse''s hooves thundered close.


    People around the tribal tent heard the movement and ran out.


    During the drill, full soldiers rushed in like a tide. The familiar neighbor rolled down from the horse and twisted his body in the rushing horse''s hooves. In a moment, he disappeared.


    Seeing the terrible scene, the whole tribe became noisy and chaotic.


    The old people in the clan roared into the tent and took out spears, bows and arrows.


    The next second, Tang Qi rushed into the tribe and pushed forward at high speed.


    When the blade was waved and the blood line flew, a young man who had just been in the camp fell down in an instant.


    The horse''s hooves that followed closely trampled on it, and in a moment it became a pool of meat mud.


    The charge continues.


    The shrill scream of women, the panic cry of children, and the angry scream of young adults are mixed with the golden sound of war.


    The fleeing people were ended by a cold blade, and the blood splashed on the white tent.


    The young man who resisted was pierced through his chest with a sharp spear, and the warm plasma was poured into the snow.


    In the chaos, the figure on horseback lit a torch and threw it on the tent.


    The flame jumped up in a moment, and the thick smoke rolled up into the sky with the cold wind.


    A small part of the whole tribe has fallen into a sea of fire.


    The burning body ran everywhere and screamed like a torn heart and lungs.


    In less than a quarter of an hour, the resistance gradually stopped. The undead and injured were hit together. They looked at Tang Qi trembling around.


    Chumo waves to the figure on the plateau.


    Step, step.


    Tang Hao and Li Wanqing came at a gallop with the sound of horse hoofs.


    The sound of horses'' hoofs stopped in front of the dozens of Turkic prisoners.


    Tang Hao stood over Wu Zhui and looked down at the trembling barbarians.


    "Do you know where the new Khan is stationed?"


    His answer was a silence.


    Tang Hao narrows his eyes slightly and nods to Chumo.


    Chumo also understands Tang Hao''s meaning. When he nods, Chumo carries the iron spear on his shoulder and yells at the after-sales.


    "List ten people who have no blood on their hands!"


    The new barracks looked at each other with a little fear and hesitated.


    However, among the 2000 soldiers led by Chumo, a group poured out and stood up.


    Tang Hao looked around at the soldiers, nodded slightly, closed his eyes and said.


    "Kill them!"