Every time he takes action, he falls down.

"The first hundred."

“The first hundred and one.”

...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Turkic cavalry fell into a pool of blood.

But at this time, the Turkic Miscellaneous Metaphysics had not yet been discovered.

The continuous sound of horse hooves made their hearts reach the extreme.

"Warriors, kill!"

These Turkic miscellaneous groups finally couldn't stand the endless torture of fear.

As a roar fell, they wanted to escape.

"Blood debt and blood repayment!"

How could Qin Zichuan let them escape? He shouted loudly.

"Blood debt and blood repayment!"

A thousand soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty shouted in unison and rushed out from all around.

Their passion was already boiling, and the Northern Tang sword in their hands could no longer be able to hold back.

At this time, only the blood of the Turks can destroy the hatred in their hearts!
Chapter completed!