The moment the order was given, the soldiers who stood out more or less couldn''t bear it.


    Maybe if they kill a Turkic soldier who fights with them, they will be merciless.


    Look at the unarmed Turkic people without resistance, but some can''t start.


    Chumo sees the hesitant recruits holding the Tang Dao and snorts coldly.


    "Why? Can''t you do it?"


    "You have forgotten how our people of the Tang Dynasty died?"


    Chumo''s words undoubtedly aroused the memories of these recruits.


    Scenes of tragedy in the village reappeared in my mind.


    Brush.


    Anger flared up in the eyes full of hatred, and a bright Tang Dao was held high above his head.


    When the knife light was raised, the captured Turks shouted with their mouths open in horror.


    Some children were pushed out of the noisy foreign language.


    A Turkic old man spoke less fluent Chinese and said shakily.


    "Child... Not as tall as a wheel... Warrior, let the child go."


    Hearing this bad accent, a soldier holding a Tang Dao glanced at the children.


    On the dark faces, the hatred eyes stared at him, shrank in the adult''s arms and said nothing.


    The soldier holding the Tang Dao hesitated and looked at Chumo. He didn''t know what to do for a moment.


    In this moment of hesitation, the situation on the Court changed.


    The dark children pulled out the dagger behind them and rowed towards the stunned soldiers.


    In the cold light, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty only felt a cold on their thighs, the heart piercing pain came over, and subconsciously retreated back.


    Looking back, the child''s machete hung a sticky crimson, bit his teeth and stared at it fiercely.


    Chumo stands on the horse, slowly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.


    When he opened his eyes again, he met Tang Hao''s firm eyes, raised his cloak and shouted.


    "Kill!"


    Military orders are like mountains, which are indisputable.


    The knife light was raised.


    Several soldiers rushed up with their eyes closed and stabbed with knives. Some soldiers turned their heads and chopped with knives.


    When the cold blade fell, it brought a lot of flesh and blood.


    Some of those prisoners subconsciously used their arms to block them, and in the twinkling of an eye their arms flew up.


    Cries and curses, screams and wails merged into one.


    The soldiers were covered with blood. The blood flowed from their feet and slowly penetrated into the soil.


    It was getting dark, and there was no sound from the prisoners.


    Tang Hao slowly drove his horse for a few steps, looked at these soldiers with blood on their faces, glanced at these recruits of the Tang Dynasty, raised his hand and waved.


    "Some of you are soft hearted, I understand! So am I!"


    "We are not murderous demons, but don''t forget that among those villages, old people, women, children and Turks have ever let one go?"


    As soon as the voice fell, the whole audience was silent.


    Pop.


    With red eyes, a soldier slapped himself in the face and roared.


    "The general is right!"


    "The battlefield is cruel! It will die!"


    "Turks are cruel, so are we! Let them know that we have wolves in Datang!"


    Hearing this sentence, other soldiers were also vaguely moved and meditated for a moment, and many people responded one after another.


    From that face, Tang Hao seemed to see the shadow of his transformation.


    In the cold wind, the scarlet cloak flew. Tang Hao waved his big hand and said.


    "The whole army! Open meat!"


    ……


    The first ray of sunshine sprinkled on the quiet land of Wangting.


    The people hiding in tents to keep out the cold also got out of the big tent one after another today.


    He changed his old dress of fur jacket and felt hat, dressed in clean plush and rushed towards the golden tent.


    The golden tent court will hold a large Dharma meeting in these days, which will last for three days.


    The fat bodies looked more bloated under the package.


    Men in twos and threes gathered together and moved slowly with the vast sea of people.


    From time to time, bursts of laughter broke out from the crowd.


    At the foot of Yinshan Mountain.


    Ashner Sher looked back and saw that there was no army following him. He breathed a sigh of relief slowly.


    The experience was like a nightmare.


    The corporal was almost wiped out, and Tang Hao let himself go.


    The bald man on his side pressed the leaked felt hat. He still has lingering palpitations. He looked at ashnasher who slowed down his horse and said.


    "General, will Tang let us go like this?"


    "Shouldn''t there be fraud?"


    Ashnasher listened, narrowed her eyes slightly and said.


    "No, they let us go because he wanted to catch us. It was easy."


    "The black iron pipe is really frightening. We can''t fight it at all."


    Referring to the iron pipe, a scene in the valley appeared in front of him like a picture scroll, and the bald man couldn''t help feeling excited all over.


    "General... Well... Let''s... Save our brother and run away quickly?"


    "This army... I''m afraid... I''m afraid it will fight in a day!"


    Although I tried my best to restrain the fear in my heart, I still trembled with a touch of fear when I said these words.


    Hearing the speech, ashnasher slowly turned back and said.


    "Escape? Where?"


    "Even if we return to the desolate land of Mobei and have a rest."


    "But when can we defeat the iron pipe between killing a hundred steps?"


    Helpless, sad look, full of this proud warrior face.


    The sad eyes looked back at the vast grass behind them, stunned.


    The green color slowly disappeared from his eyes, and ashner turned around slowly.


    In the howling cold wind, ashnasher''s words came out faintly.


    "Maybe we don''t have to suffer from migration, but we still stay on this lush grassland."


    "The Tang general did not let us go, but gave us a chance to make a new choice."