The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

The Turkic army was already in disarray due to the siege of Zhang Chong, and its flanks were almost undefended.

The heavy blow from the 5,000-strong Mo Dao team struck their weakest point.

Screams, cries of alarm, and the neighing of warhorses erupted instantly. The Turkic soldiers who were originally surrounding Zhang Chong were suddenly thrown into chaos. Many of them didn't even see where the enemy was before being swept away by the fleeing soldiers behind them.

"What?!"

Jieli turned around abruptly and saw the mo Dao team sweeping in, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He never expected that the main force of the ambush was not the more than a thousand reckless soldiers in front of him, but this heavily armored infantry hidden in the shadows with terrifying combat power!

"What is that?"

Zhi Shi Sili was utterly horrified, hardly believing his eyes: "What kind of weapon is that? How can it have such power?"

"Qin Qiong!"

Jieli's eyes widened in fury. Of course he recognized this greatest general of the Tang Dynasty, but he never expected that the man would appear here, leading an army armed with such terrifying weapons.

What exactly is it?

"Prepare to die!"

Qin Qiong leaped onto his horse and charged ahead, penetrating deep into the enemy ranks as if they were empty, clearing a path for the Mo Dao team behind him while heading straight for Jieli.

"Back up! Back up the flanks! Stop them!"

Jieli roared fiercely, completely ignoring Qin Qiong, and hurriedly deployed troops to plug the gap on the flank.

But the army had already dispersed, and it would take time for orders to be passed down. The speed at which the Mo Dao troops advanced was... far faster than the speed at which he could mobilize his troops.

Every moment, Turkic soldiers were being hacked to pieces along with their horses by the long-handled sword.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhang Chong, who was in the center of the Turkic army, laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face when he saw this.

"good!"

"OK!"

"What a magnificent sword! What a sight to behold, shattering both man and horse!"

"General Qin is mighty, and the Mo Dao troops are unparalleled! Long live Your Majesty!"

Qin Qiong, wielding his horse spear, charged at the forefront of the Mo Dao formation, and no one could stop him in his path.

His gaze swept over Zhang Chong, who was covered in blood and still fighting desperately in the midst of the battle. His throat tightened, and he gripped his spear even harder: "Accelerate the advance! Reinforce General Zhang!"

"kill!!"

The Mo Dao formation advanced like a wall, and those who stood in its way were utterly defeated.

The Turkic cavalry charged forward, and both men and horses were annihilated.

As the infantrymen advanced, they were cleaved in two, armor and all. Blood soaked the ground beneath their feet, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere. This elite Turkic army was like paper before the Mo Dao formation, and was pushed forward without resistance.

The Turkic army was terrified, their scalps tingling with fear.

They were scared.

this is too scary.

With a single strike, not only was the man cleaved in two, but the horse was also shattered.

Such a scene was unheard of, and even these self-proclaimed invincible Turkic warriors couldn't help but feel a deep sense of fear.

Zhang Chong, who was in the formation, also noticed the commotion behind him. He turned around and saw the advancing cold light. His eyes, which had been dim, suddenly lit up.

He laughed loudly, then swung his sword, felling another man, his voice filled with exhilaration: "Brothers! Reinforcements have arrived! Follow me, and fight your way out!"

"Fight your way out! Rejoin the Mo Dao brothers!"

Zhang Chong never expected that the Mo Dao team's combat power would be so ridiculously strong. What was originally a certain death situation now had a chance of survival.

Upon hearing this, the remaining few hundred soldiers immediately mustered their last bit of strength.

The group, who were already at their limit, suddenly became even more courageous and broke through the gap torn open by the Mo Dao team.

Caught between attacks from both inside and outside, the Turkic soldiers caught in the middle were attacked from both sides and instantly descended into chaos.

Standing on high ground, Jieli watched as his army was torn apart from both sides, its formation growing increasingly chaotic. His face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth, shouting, "Liang Shidu!!!"

When he uttered that name, the hatred in Jieli's eyes was impossible to hide.

Wasn't it said that there was internal turmoil in the Tang Dynasty?

How can a mere soldier from a small county government in Wugong County now unleash such astonishing combat power?

Qin Qiong led this army, each soldier wielding a peerless and deadly weapon, to ambush him here.

Is this what you call internal strife?

Is this what they call being busy consolidating power?

Having just ascended the throne and not yet experienced the turmoil of power, Li Shimin still had the leisure to send this fierce army to ambush him.

In a short time, the casualties inflicted on them by Qin Qiong's 5,000 Mo Dao troops were more than the total casualties inflicted by the Wugong County government troops during their long and fierce attack.

The losses were devastating.

"Khan! The left flank is about to collapse! Should we retreat?"

Zhi Shisi leaned over anxiously to ask for instructions.

"Retreat?" Jieli gripped his whip tightly, roaring, "The enemy only has a few thousand men, while I have an army of 100,000. You want me to retreat?"

"If we withdraw, what will happen to Tuli?"

"They still have an army of over 50,000. If they can't join us and force their way into Tang territory, they're likely to be in grave danger."

"You're telling me to leave?"

He was speechless, unable to think clearly.

What he really wanted to say was that the 100,000-strong army was useless now.

The army had already traveled for a considerable time in order to cross Jingzhou as quickly as possible, and was exhausted. They had also been ambushed repeatedly.

Now they are terrified by Qin Qiong's Mo Dao troops.

The soldiers' fighting spirit had long since faded. If they did not retreat now, even if they could annihilate Qin Qiong here, the casualties would be unacceptable to them.

After all, that weapon called the Mo Dao was truly terrifying.

Jieli snorted coldly and ordered, "Don't get bogged down in battle. Can they outrun our horses?"

"Keep moving forward, cross this earthen platform, and Qin Qiong's death will be at that moment!"

The Turkic army immediately followed Jieli's orders, and all the cavalrymen began to advance, trying to break away from the Mo Dao troops.

At that very moment, Qin Qiong personally led an elite force, forcefully breaking through the Turkic defenses and reaching the vicinity of Zhang Chong.

"General Zhang, quickly follow me to break through the encirclement!"

Qin Qiong knocked a Turkic general away with a single thrust of his spear and shouted in a deep voice.

Zhang Chong was covered in wounds, his hand gripping the knife trembling, yet he smiled brightly: "General Qin! This humble general... has not disgraced the Tang Dynasty!"

"Enough talk! Let's go!"

Qin Qiong grabbed Zhang Chong's arm and pulled him behind him. The Mo Dao team immediately closed their formation, protecting the remaining soldiers in the formation.

Immediately, Qin Qiong looked up in the direction of Jieli, his voice icy: "Ashina Duobi, I'll collect this little bit of interest from you today. Next time, you won't be so lucky!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and shouted, "Withdraw!"

Five thousand Mo Dao soldiers protected the remaining government troops, maintaining their formation without wavering, fighting and retreating as they went, heading back up the hillside along the route they had come from.

The Turkic soldiers were terrified and none dared to pursue them rashly. They could only follow from a distance and watch helplessly as the Turks retreated unscathed.

Jieli stood there, looking at the devastated battlefield and countless corpses, his chest heaving violently. In this battle, he had lost tens of thousands of men, yet he hadn't even managed to capture the enemy's main force, and had been caught completely off guard.

"Zhang Chong... Qin Qiong..."

He muttered the two names under his breath, his eyes filled with a terrifyingly sinister look.

"I will remember this debt."

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