Chapter five hundred and twentieth seventh allure smile
Eastern Front.
Turkic Holy Land, outside Bosten Camp.//**//
The night is desolate and the wilderness is pale
The frightened Turks became the king of devils. At this time, they stood proudly on their backs, their eyes were like lightning, and their stern eyes scanned the tribe in front of them, who were still immersed in their sleep under the mound.
"General, all the troops have arrived at the designated positions!" the adjutant rode over on a maroon war horse and said to Wang Gongye excitedly.
After Wang Gongye heard this, he turned his head and took a look. He saw the soldiers behind him who had just gone through a fight and then walked a long way. They were still panting and seemed to have not recovered their physical strength.
After seeing the general turn his head, the extremely tired soldiers straightened their backs and held the handles of the swords on their horses with one hand.
For three consecutive months, the army galloped across the grassland without stopping for a moment. The wind-like speed and bloody fighting attacked the increasingly fragile psychological defenses of the Turks like water. At the same time, high-intensity marching operations were also carried out.
It tests the soldiers' fighting will and physical fitness.
Seeing that the tired faces of the scolds were still shining with bloodthirsty light, Wang Gongye smiled, turned his head, and gently pinched the horse's belly. The war horse's heart moved as it pleased, and it slowly walked onto the mound.
The highest point.
Behind them, the black army followed suit. Not long after, the 50,000-strong army gathered in place, like half of a pack of wolves on the eve of a hunt. They stared coldly at the white tents under the high ground. There were also the unextinguished tents in the camp.
bonfire.
The cold wind swept across the earth fiercely, causing half of the weeds in the sea to undulate with the wind.
The young general, who was only twenty years old, stared at Bosi Teng in the basin, which the Turks called the Holy Land for Heaven Sacrifice.
The strong wind was raging, and the fiery red cloak rose with the wind, flying away like a cluster of fire.
On the horseback, twenty-year-old Wang Gongye took a deep breath, reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword on the horseback, and slowly pulled out the sword on the horseback.
Rub rub rub, the sword rubbed against the scabbard, slowly revealing a cold light.
The wind blew across the sword's edge, and the sword buzzed like a demon eager to drink blood, making a ferocious cry.
The general's wrist flicked slightly, and the slightly trembling sword pointed at the still sleeping Bosten camp in the basin.
Behind them, the silent army suddenly began to stir 0
"Kill!" the young general shouted, shook the reins, and the horse under him galloped out like a bolt of black lightning.
Thousands of horses galloped behind him, and murderous intent spread everywhere.
At this moment, the night was fading and blood was flying.
The galloping horses turned into an unparalleled tyrannical force in the cold light of the sword. Like a savage beast, they instantly broke through the camp's defense line and rushed into the still sleeping camp.
The screams of women, the howls of the injured, and the cries of children sounded desperately in the night, but they were soon drowned in the sound of thundering horses trampling the ground. The light of the sword flashed and blood spattered.
.Countless cold-faced knights of the Zhou Dynasty, driving war horses, were like devils in the Bosten camp, with their swords raised and lowered, mercilessly harvesting the lives of those who fled in despair.
Then a soldier picked up a torch with a spear and threw it on the tent. Flames suddenly shot up into the sky, lighting up the blood-red night sky.
Wang Gongye, who was wearing Mingguang armor stained red with blood, chopped off the head of a Turkic warrior with a knife. Without stopping, he rode his horse directly into the largest tent in the camp. Behind him, several soldiers held on to their spears.
, followed Wang Gongye and rushed into the tent.
In the tent, the lights were dim.
A handsome young man woke up from the quilt, with a look of horror in his eyes. He crouched and hid behind the quilt, looking in horror at the young general who stood tall on his horse, looking like a murderous god.
"You, who are you, dare to break into my tent?" The young man swallowed his saliva and looked at Wang Gongye in shock.
Wang Gongye's face was as cold as cold iron. He sat on his horse and stared at him condescendingly. He pointed his sword in his hand and said, "Who are you!"
"I, I am Jin Sile, the third prince of the Turks!" The young man glanced at the sword that was still dripping with blood. He was so flustered that he did not dare to conceal his identity at all.
Wang Gongye smiled coldly, took back his sword, stared at him and said: "You are the one I am looking for!"
He turned around and said to the soldiers behind him: "Capture him and send him to the Central Army. This is my gift to my brother-in-law!"
"Yes!" The soldier behind him accepted the order in a deep voice. After dismounting, he took a rope, tied up the prince in three strokes, and threw it on the horse's back.
After leaving the camp, the battle outside has ended.
The soldiers were like demons from Shura's Blood Prison, carrying bloody battles and riding on their horses, waiting for the general's orders.
Behind them was the grassland flowing with rivers of blood, the burning camp, and the night sky dyed blood red by the flames.
Wang Gongye got on his horse, turned the horse's head, and pointed the whip to the north: "Let's go!"
The war horse under him neighed and galloped out like an arrow from the string.
Behind him, tens of thousands of troops erupted into billows of smoke and rushed out following Wang Gongye's horse.
Not long after, this demon-like army completely disappeared into the night.
All that was left behind was a burning camp that looked like a Shura slaughterhouse.
Snapped!
The precious golden bowl was thrown to the stall, and the fragrant wine was scattered everywhere.
The old Ke Dun held the table with one hand and stared at the confused prince in front of him with a livid face.
"I just got the news that our Great Turks' holy land of worship to heaven, Bosi Teng Camp, has been lost! A total of ten thousand people, no one was spared! My brother-in-law, my relatives, all of them were beheaded! My son Jinri
Le was also taken away!" Ke Dun was shaking all over, his face was twisted, he threw the military report on the ground and said ferociously: "The Wang Gongye Corps did it!"
Camp Bosten was lost?
The Bosten camp was less than a thousand miles away from the royal court. The troops stationed there were well equipped, so how could they fail?
After just hearing the news, the expressions of the princes changed drastically. Obviously they could not believe the news. But later, they heard that it was Wang Gongye’s demon army who did this. The princes’ expressions suddenly changed and they were filled with fear.
Yes, I lowered my head and dared not speak.
"What should I do?" Ke Dun's gaze was as venomous as a poisonous snake, sweeping over the princes and finally focusing on the Grain King.
The Grain King, who was stared at by Ke Dun's murderous eyes, trembled all over and said bravely: "Ke Dun, on the one hand, it is my negligence at this time, and more importantly, the Wang Gongye Corps is really
It is difficult to defend. This army is like a whirlwind, coming and going without a trace, and it is impossible to figure out their marching route. It is really difficult for me to resist!"
"So, you are right?" Ke Dun stared at him coldly, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
"This..." After hearing Ke Dun's words, a slight drop of sweat suddenly appeared on King Grain's forehead. He raised his sleeves and wiped it. He did not dare to answer.
At this moment, a masked woman in green clothes who had been standing behind Ke Dun slowly walked out.
Her eyes were light and devoid of any emotion.
When he came forward, he didn't look at the King of Grain at all. He just put one hand on his chest, bowed respectfully to Ke Dun, and then said calmly: "Ke Dun, in the Great Zhou Dynasty, due to personal negligence, we lost the battle.
.must be subject to military law. The army must be run strictly and all violations must be punished, so that the army can have combat effectiveness!"
After saying this, the woman in green bowed respectfully, and regardless of the fierce gaze of the Grain King behind her, she lowered her head and slowly walked back to her original position.
The Grain King's eyes were full of coldness, and he stared at the woman in green with hatred. Thinking of what the woman said just now, he wanted to kill him immediately.
After staring for a while, the Grain King suddenly felt a chill all over his body. After turning his head and taking a look, he found that the princes who had just been standing very close to him were hiding far away. They seemed to be looking at the dead, showing sympathy.
Looking at myself regretfully.
Only his own bodyguard stands by his side and never abandons him.
The Grain King was startled and quickly turned his head to look at Ke Dun on the throne.
When he met Ke Dun's indifferent eyes, his uneasy heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
The Grain King tensed up. After looking around, he found that several soldiers were already approaching.
As the grain king who once held great power on the grassland, he was also a strong soldier under the former king. At this time, when he saw Ke Dun’s cold eyes and the approaching warriors, it was obvious that Ke Dun wanted to
life.
With his life hanging by a thread, the hidden ferocity of the Grain King burst out.
With a swish sound, he drew out the gleaming scimitar and swept it across, forcing the warrior who was approaching him to retreat. Then he pointed his sword at Ketun on the throne, growled crazily, and said with a ferocious smile: "Ketun, what do you want to do?
?”
"Ben Kedon doesn't want to do anything!" There was no nervousness on Ke Dun's face. He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, then smiled slightly: "Ben Ke Dun, I just want your head!"
"Haha!" King Grain raised his head and laughed loudly, pointed his scimitar at Ke Dun and said: "If you want my head, why don't you see if you, a rebellious minister and a despicable Zhou woman, have such ability?
!”
Seeing the crazy look of the Grain King, Ke Zhi shook his head slightly, put down the tea cup, and smiled sweetly.
Although he is over 150 years old, Ke Dun is well-maintained and still has charm. This smile is like Eliza blooming on the grassland, extremely charming.
Even the princes who were hiding far away couldn't help but straighten their eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva after seeing Ke Dun's smile.
As the person involved, the Grain King suddenly felt a warning after seeing Ke Dun's seemingly proud smile.
Oops! With his scalp numb, King Cereal quickly turned around and slashed the head of the guard beside him with his sword.
However, before he could turn around, he felt a chill in his heart. Severe pain hit his heart in an instant, and all the strength in his body was instantly drained.
The Grain King looked down with difficulty and saw a sharp head on his chest, with a cold light and hot blood spurting out, splashing everywhere.