Yang Yuanqing did not adopt the traditional Sui army tactics, that is, he first used a large number of bows and arrows to injure the enemy's troops, disrupt the enemy's team, and then attacked. He gave up the bow and arrow shooting formation. Because the Sui army had too few troops, the bow and arrow of ordinary Turkic herders was useless. Not only did it not work, it would cause the strong morale Xueyantuo army to disrupt its team. With calmness, it would cause the Qimin army to lose to the other side in terms of morale. The most important thing in grassland combat is morale.

This is just like what Yu Juluo said to him, "The sword technique is dead, but the man is alive. He uses swords according to the person and adapts to the place. Whether it is sword technique or military strategy, he gave up the strength of the Sui army's bows and arrows and concentrated his forces to attack the center of the Xueyantuo people.

‘Boom!’ Two armies collided violently on the grassland. Yang Yuanqing's long spear sprinted with the war horse. Blood light burst out. The long spear pierced the chest of a thousand men and threw him off the horse. Yang Yuanqing shouted coldly, and the long spear sprinted left and right, and instantly stabbed the four people under the horse.

He suddenly heard the sound of wind coming from behind him. He flashed, and a spear passed through his right rib and stabbed a hole. Yang Yuanqing drew his sword and slashed back without thinking. With a "puff!", the head flew up, and a sneak attacking centurion was slashed to his head, and blood spurted out from his neck, splashing Yang Yuanqing all over.

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The Sky-Breaking Spear was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The Sky-Breaking Spear weighing 100 pounds slashed and stabbed the enemy's group, killing the enemy's flesh and blood flying and shattering the heads.

Su Lie's horse speed was a little slower. When he arrived, Yang Yuanqing had already opened a bloody road. The corpses on both sides were full of corpses. Jingxiong's passion was boiling in his heart. He roared and rushed into the enemy group. At this moment, he was no longer afraid. He waved his big knife and slashed left and right. After a moment, his bright silver armor was stained red by the blood of the enemy.

The two of them were like tigers, one in front and one behind, fighting together, killing Xue Yantuo soldiers crying and wailing. Wherever they passed, Xue Yantuo soldiers fled in sight of the wind. The three hundred Sui soldiers followed the chief generals behind them. They were all elite Sui soldiers. They were all brave and good at fighting. They could fight with one to ten, killing the enemy's heads and blood flowed into a river. At this time, they had already seen Xue Yantuo's king flag, a white flag painted with vast golden mountains.

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Changsun Sheng did not leave with Rangan. He stood on the platform and watched the battle in the distance. This was his deliberate way to lead the army to Yang Yuanqing, so that he could be tempered in the real battle.

He stared at Yang Yuanqing, who was fighting all over the world in the Wanma Army, stared at Su Lie who was thriving in the heroic spirit, and felt infinite emotion in his heart that there were talents in the country and generations of talents emerged. They have been on the battlefield for decades, and finally came to retire. A new generation of young heroes are thriving. Yang Su has this grandson, which is the blessing of his Yang family.

Changsun Sheng thought of his son. His three legitimate sons, Wu Nai, Wu Ao and Wu Xian, were all generals on the battlefield, but they were all inferior to Yang Yuanqing. His eight-year-old concubine Wu Ji was extremely smart and quite similar to Yang Yuanqing. Can he follow Yang Yuanqing in the future and do something big?

He thought of his newly accepted apprentice last year, and that child would be an amazing talent when he grew up.

While Changsun Sheng was pondering, new changes took place on the battlefield at this time.

The wars of the nomadic peoples in the grassland do not pay attention to formations like the Central Plains army. They use flags, drums and gold to command wars. They win by bravery and follow the leaders to charge into battle. Moreover, their military discipline is not strict, and once morale is frustrated or more than 30% of the casualties are more than 30%, they will collapse.

The battle commanded by Yang Yuanqing was to seize this point, killing the snake and killing seven inches, and capturing the thief first, but there were too many enemies and the troops were disparate. They fought extremely fiercely. At this time, the battlefield was full of corpses and blood flowed into a river, and nearly half of the 3,800 soldiers had been killed and injured.

But at the same time, the 6,000 central army commanded by Xue Qiluo also died and injured 3,000 people, and it was a little unsupported. The war had reached its most critical moment.

Seeing that Wang Qi was not far away, Yang Yuanqing asked Su Lie to charge instead of him and ordered the Sui army to protect him. Yang Yuanqing left the front line and relaxed his vision. He saw Xue Qiluo at a glance, just a hundred steps away, surrounded by dozens of confidant guards under the banner, his face pale. He obviously did not expect that the other party was so sharp.

"Ma Shao!"

Yang Yuanqing shouted loudly, "Cover me."

Ma Shao waved his big sword and led dozens of Sui army, following Yang Yuanqing's slanting thorns, and they opened a bloody path. At this time, Yang Yuanqing was only seventy steps away from Xue Qiluo.

He hung up a horse spear, drew an iron arrow, and drew an arrow. Ma Shao led his men to cover him. Yang Yuanqing pulled the bow and shot the arrow. The arrow shot towards Xue Qiluo from the crowd like a meteor lightning.

Last night, Xue Qiluo avoided Yang Yuanqing's arrow, but today, the shouts of killing on the battlefield covered up Yang Yuanqing's bowstring. When he suddenly found an arrow in front of him, there was no time to dodge. "Puff!" The powerful arrow shot through his head. Xue Qiluo screamed and fell down his war horse on his back.

The main general was killed and caused a great chaos in Xue Yantuo's army. Su Lie took advantage of the situation to kill the encirclement and rushed to the banner of King Xue Yantuo, and cut off the flagpole with one knife. The two-meter-high king flag fell down. The main general was killed and the king flag fell, causing two thousand Xue Yantuo's central troops to fight again and began to withdraw from the battlefield.

When Bola, the chief of the Geza tribe, saw that the enemy's central army began to retreat, he shouted loudly: "The central army is defeated, the enemy is defeated."

The soldiers of the Geza tribe shouted together, "The enemy is defeated!"

The defeat of Xueyantuo's central army was like a domino falling down, and the other Xueyantuo troops also retreated. The soldiers of the Sui army and the soldiers of the Qimin army were as strong as rainbows and were unstoppable.

"Woo——" The trumpet of pursuit sounded on the grassland. The Sui army and the Qimin army warriors took advantage of the victory to pursue and killed Xueyantuo's army's corpses everywhere, blood flowed into a river, and blood stained the grassland on the shore of Harry Lake red.

After Yang Yuanqing shot Xue Qiluo, he was looking for Datou Khan. He had just seen Datou next to Xue Qiluo, but no one could see him in a blink of an eye.

He rode his horse and ran north with the defeated army. Suddenly, he suddenly saw dozens of Turkic cavalry guarding a thin old man. The familiar figure had been seen five years ago.

Yang Yuanqing was ecstatic. He whipped the horse hard and rushed away. Datou was the Khan of the Western Turks. He shouldn't have appeared in the defeated army of Xueyantuo's tribe, and he shouldn't have only more than twenty guards around him. However, the series of evolutions of the negotiations on the shore of Harry Lake meant that he would appear in Xueyantuo's tribe, and he also mean that there were only twenty guards around him. The only unexpected thing was that the 20,000 Xueyantuo's troops were defeated by 4,000 enemy troops.

Datou was scared to death. He had only one thought now, and immediately escaped Jinshan and fled back to his lair. But the God of Destiny was so cruel. When a series of screams came from his side, he suddenly realized that his mortal enemy Yang Yuanqing had appeared beside him.

Most of his twenty-seven guards had been killed. Datou was shocked and ran away desperately. The remaining five guards roared and rushed forward together. Yang Yuanqing held a spear and thrust the last five guards under the horse in a moment. At this time, Datou had already run fifty steps away. Datou was afraid that Yang Yuanqing would shoot him with an arrow, so he actually got into the horse's belly and ran away.

Yang Yuanqing sneered, took the bow and shot him away, and his war horse neighed with a miserable roar and rolled onto the ground. His arrow was covered with poison and blood was sealed with throat. The war horse fell to the ground, knocking Da's head over more than two feet away, almost knocking him to death. He was in great pain and struggled to get up. A cold spear blade had already pressed against his throat.

"Give me my life!" Datou was extremely frightened.

"You are also a hero, so let you die on the battlefield!"

Yang Yuanqing handed the blade forward, and a generation of grassland heroes, the Western Turkic Datou Khan was killed.

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In this battle, Yang Yuanqing defeated the Yantuo tribe with less than 4,000 people, killed more than 10,000 enemies, and killed Datou Khan with his own hands, creating the most brilliant record in the Turkic civil war. This battle made him tremble the grassland.

The nobles of Qimin tribe who were hiding by the forest were filled with joy. Sisters of Asduo hugged each other, and Anulli's excited tears surged from her eyes. She could finally marry her sweetheart, but Asduo's eyes burst into strange brilliance.

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Chapter completed!