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Chapter 1173: The Fall of the Khitan and Jurchen Tribes
More than 100,000 people crowded in the wilderness outside the city of Ander, fighting continuously.

The Khitan and Jurchen relied on their strong fighting power and cavalry equipment to attack desperately. The Tang army relied on their large numbers and the strong city behind them. They had no way to retreat, and they faced each other with swords and spears, arrows flying, and halberds clashing, fighting to the death.

It is another tragic song in the human world, blooming unexpectedly, and countless people die every minute and every moment.

"Look, General, what is that?"

Cheng Yaojin, who was trying his best to issue orders and deploy the army to meet the enemy, suddenly looked up and saw two black lines appearing in the distant sky, one on the left and one on the right, from the southwest and northwest, surrounding them like two iron clamps. Each of the black lines was as large as the previous Turks.

Cheng Yaojin, who was standing on a high ground, saw this scene and closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that it was over. His cavalry was finished. The first wave of 50,000 or 60,000 Turkic cavalry disguised as Tang troops were very powerful and fought on equal terms with his 100,000 troops. Now with nearly 100,000 more troops, the Tang Dynasty was doomed to fail.

With the defeat of this cavalry, all his wisdom will be destroyed.

"The nobles misled me, Li Ji misled me!"

Cheng Yaojin's chest was churning violently, as if he was about to explode with anger. He roared angrily to the sky, and then his face suddenly turned pale, then red, and "puff", a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.

"Handsome."

"General."

"Master of the house."

The people around him were horrified when they saw this, and they rushed over and shook him desperately in an attempt to wake Cheng Yaojin up.

If everyone was still holding out hope just now, now that Cheng Yaojin had fallen, the battlefield immediately fell into a more panicked mood. Everyone looked up again and saw two giant iron tongs approaching them from the north and south.

The direction of their retreat was blocked, and the Turks in the city behind them were desperately shooting arrows. What frightened them even more was that the city gates that had been tightly closed were also opened, and waves of Turkic cavalry suddenly rushed out and fiercely penetrated into the back of the Tang army.

Everyone was terrified and looked desperate!

The 50,000 Khitan and Jurchen vanguards on the battlefield were cursing at this time.

They rushed too fast and got caught in the Longxi Flying Cavalry's formation. If the Turkic army caught up with them and joined them, they would naturally form a huge square formation, like a sharp sword, stabbing straight into the belly of the Tang army.

However, the Turkic army kept a certain distance from them and split into two routes, encircling them from both sides and squeezing the Longxi Flying Cavalry into the middle.

The Tang troops retreating from both sides naturally surrounded the Khitan and Jurchen vanguards who were trapped in the formation.

The Turks on the periphery formed a battle array, kept approaching, and slowly pressed forward. The Turks on the inside were wearing Tang army armor and clothing, which made the Tang army naturally think that these were stripped from their comrades after they killed them.

These people are so vicious that they deceive themselves, otherwise they wouldn't be completely defenseless.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

It is said that to resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the internal situation. Longxi Flying Cavalry decisively adopted a posture of external defense and internal attack. They stared at these Turks who were disguised as their own people and greeted them desperately. Under the suppression of the Turks outside, hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen were crowded in the wilderness outside Ande City, and they could not use cavalry tactics at all.

Everyone seemed to have become infantrymen on horses, fighting in a crowded group.

Trapped in a deep siege, surrounded by Tang troops, Yelu Shi and Suhemutai realized that they had fallen into Shiluodi's trap. From the beginning, the enemy had no intention of letting them go. This was a conspiracy against their two tribes.

Suhemutai saw himself surrounded by the enemy, with Tang soldiers gritting their teeth all around him, and attacked them desperately.

"Shi Luodie, you little bastard, fuck you!" In desperation, he suddenly started cursing and began to question Shi Luodie's ancestors.

"Brothers of the Tang army, stop fighting, it's all a misunderstanding." Seeing his tribesmen dying in large numbers, Suhemutai wanted to beg for mercy.

But the battlefield is in chaos, and with so much killing going on, who will listen to what you say?

Unless one side wins and has absolute control, only a small number of captives will survive.

Now the Turks were still fighting outside, how could they listen to their noise? Even if they knew the other side wanted to surrender, they would not dare to, let alone accept it. In the end, Suhemutai was turned into a meat paste by the crazy Longxi flying cavalry amid angry curses.

Chi Lushi saw Su Hemu Zou being overwhelmed by the angry Tang army, and his heart was filled with sadness and hatred. He already knew that Shi Luodie was not a pushover, and he was on guard, but he still underestimated the opponent's scheming and cruelty. He now understood why the opponent had not allowed them to go to the battlefield before.

It was to numb their vigilance and make them willingly ask to fight. Later, they were given more benefits. The battle with Gonggao should have aroused their vigilance, and the other side generously gave them more than 50,000 sets of cavalry armor and equipment. Even their private collection was turned a blind eye.

It turned out that a huge pit had been dug for them long ago, and there was no intention to let them live.

The other party's heart was too dark and too cruel. Throughout history, no grassland overlord could be as ruthless as him. Yelu Shi never expected that in the more than two months since they entered the Tang Dynasty, after countless battles, the losses of both of their tribes were minimal.

The total number of Turkic troops killed in the battle reached 50,000, which made them gloat over their misfortune, and even secretly proud that they could use the Tang Dynasty to weaken the power of the Turks.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a sharp turn, and the Turks lost only 50,000 people in half a month. The two armies of the army fought only two battles, and within three days, the entire army was wiped out. This speed was too fast, so fast that there was no time to react.

At the moment of death, his mind was exceptionally clear, he figured out everything, and understood Shi Luodie's step-by-step calculations. He smiled bitterly, and did not curse Shi Luodie like Su Hemutai, nor did he beg for mercy from the Tang army in desperation.

Instead, I thought of my hometown, a quiet little mountain village.

When I was a child, I climbed trees to catch birds and went into the water to catch fish with a group of friends. At the urging of my mother, I went home to eat in the evening at sunset. There was also the first time I saw my wife, a slim and beautiful girl from the neighboring village.

Under the candlelight in the bridal chamber, the wife's blushing cheeks are so exciting.

When his first child was born, he, a burly man, held his son, who was as soft as a ball of flesh, tremblingly, fearing that he would hurt him. The moment he saw his son, he suddenly became mature.

From an impulsive and violent man, he turned into a man who is upright and responsible.

Later, he fought bravely and made countless military achievements, and finally climbed to the position of leader of the tribe. He did not stop, but continued to lead the tribe, devouring the weak, conquering the east and the west, and he vowed to conquer a large country and leave it to his son.

During his conquest, countless people from hostile tribes died, but he never felt that there was anything wrong. This is how the world is, the strong prey on the weak, and sheep are born to be eaten by wolves. Those who died under his sword also begged for mercy.

He has never been soft-hearted. He believes that as long as he is more ruthless than others, he can grow stronger step by step. This is how he achieved his status.

Until he came to the Tang Dynasty, he met the Khan who seemed calm and hypocritical. That man was more scheming, cold-blooded, cruel and vicious than himself. He would not speak harshly, but would use shady tricks to kill you.

Yelu Shi himself is such a person, and of course he knows how terrible such people are.

So he had been carefully avoiding Shi Luodie, never contradicting or angering him, just wanting to make a fortune from the Central Plains in peace and stability, and then return to his own territory to grow and develop. Even if half of the people died, he didn't care.

A general's success is built on the sacrifice of thousands of men. He thought it was worthwhile to exchange 25,000 tribesmen for nearly 30,000 sets of cavalry armor, not to mention dozens of carts of gold, jewelry, silk, and other valuables. He also took the opportunity to eliminate some forces that usually did not deal with him.

The number of people who eat and distribute property has been reduced by half. As long as he goes back, the strength of the tribe will make a huge leap, and his dominance and influence will be further enhanced.

The mountains of gold, silver, and jewelry, as well as the cavalry equipment that was very important to any force, aroused his greed and blinded his vigilance. Now that death was imminent, he realized that no matter how precious the property was, they could not take it with them.

Not only can you not take it away, but even your own life will be left in a foreign country.

When it was his turn to die, he finally began to repent. He treated others like dirt, and now it was finally someone who treated him like dirt.

Justice will prevail, retribution will come, and evildoers will be punished by their own evildoers.

Yelu Shi suddenly thought of the Han man's words, and then thought about those who had died at his hands along the way, including the elderly, the weak, women, children and innocent people. Sometimes when he suffered heavy casualties in battle and became too angry, he would order the massacre of an entire enemy tribe or dozens of villages.

I wonder how many people like his mother, wife and children are there?
Yelu Shi smiled bitterly. He did not hate Shi Luodie, but felt that all this was his retribution.

Although he was on the battlefield with the sound of killing, Yelu Shi felt that it was quiet, so quiet that it was a little scary. He could not hear any sound. In the distance, there were Tang soldiers with blood on their faces, holding swords, rushing towards him like evil spirits; and there were also guards shouting at him.

It's like a nightmare with your mouth open but no sound coming out.

Until a sharp blade scratched across his neck and shin. Suddenly, Yelu Shi felt his body lighten and he was flying up. He was flying so high that the battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people was falling down and getting farther and farther away from him.

As the world spun, he saw the setting sun hanging high in the sky.

Half the sky was illuminated by the red sky, which was so beautiful, just like the evening in the small mountain village where he was raised decades ago. He and a group of friends were covered in mud, and ran home amid the nagging voice of his mother.

Then, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened and fell into endless darkness.

(End of this chapter)