Chapter 268 "Captain Wang!"
"Ok?"
"Pinch me to see if I'm dreaming?" Zhang Lun stared blankly at the completely chaotic Turkic Khan Court and said to Wang Fang on the side.
"No, I can responsibly tell you that this is damn true!" Wang Fang said with excitement as he looked at the Turkic Khan's court that was burning with fire.
Ji Song was also surprised. He didn't expect that he was so lucky that he would frighten the war horse! But this is not the time to be happy. The enemy will not fail so easily. If you give the opponent some they figure out the situation, they can quickly organize soldiers.
"Brothers, do you want to go home?" Ji Song asked loudly as he rode in front of everyone.
"miss you!"
"Do you want to make meritorious service?"
"miss you!"
"Do you want to divide the land and women?"
"miss you!"
Everyone looked at the young man in front of them with hot eyes and waited quietly!
"Zhang Lun listens to the order!"
"The end is here!"
Ji Song stepped forward and said: "Reload the crossbow arrows immediately. I will buy time for you and give them another shot at that time. Are you confident?"
"Yes!" Zhang Lun said excitedly.
Although they were shocked in the previous test, after the series of shots just now, he understood the huge power of this ballista even more.
When he thought that he could give the Turkic wolf cub another try, he was immediately excited and couldn't wait to see it.
"Yan!"
Pulling out his sword, Ji Song roared: "Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The snowflakes are flying, the cold wind is biting, the red cherry blossoms are fluttering, the war horses are galloping, and the edge of the war sword is looming.
The Selected Front Battalion, the army trained by Ji Song, showed their edge for the first time.
Ji Song also started his journey on Honglei, the war horse given by his aunt.
With the sword drawn, Ji Song, with the eight hundred soldiers behind him, roared away towards the once arrogant Eastern Overlord!
After Ji Song continued to practice martial arts for these years, he was even more incomparable than when he was in his ninth year of martial arts.
The Heng Dao is specially made, and is no less impressive than the famous ancient armor has been tempered for thousands of times, which means that he does not need to consider defense at all on the battlefield.
Although the weapons and armor of Liu Laoer and his ten soldiers were not as sophisticated as those of Ji Song, they were still much better than those of ordinary generals.
Regardless of its strength and sharpness, it is also much lighter than the Mingguang Armor.
Just this set of armor is worth a lot of money in Chang'an.
Ji Song took the lead, followed by Liu Laoer and ten soldiers guarding him. They were like sharp knives that penetrated the enemy's camp in an instant.
Perhaps he was so arrogant that he didn't even set up a fence in the Khan's court.
Previously, as the overlord of the grassland, his strength was unparalleled in the grassland. No one dared to challenge him. At the same time, he also sent troops for now it has become a reminder for them. The panicked Turkic soldiers want to run outside, but what comes face to face is not hope, but more cruel killings! Ji Song never thought of entering the Turkic Khan's Court at this time. There was already a raging fire there. Going in now was simply courting death.
He led eight hundred soldiers of the Selected Front Battalion and five captains, surrounding the periphery of the Turkic Khan Court, constantly attacking crowded places.
Anyone with more than a hundred people will be killed by them! The soldiers of the Selection Camp who have been trained for many days are no longer the same!
Both physical strength and efficiency are unmatched before. They cooperate with each other tacitly, and the horses advance and retreat in an orderly manner.
Either charging, outflanking, encircling, or covering with arrows, etc., they all showed a very high level of combat.
There was no need for Ji Song to say more. When encountering various situations, each captain made an instant decision without any hesitation.
Ji Song's super high physical fitness and endurance make him like a fish in water on the battlefield. The moment the sword is drawn horizontally, he can always hit the opponent's vital point without any tricks.
The simple and unpretentious swordsmanship in the military is direct and ferocious. Coupled with his exquisite power transport methods, he can take away several enemies with one swing of the sword.
If anyone observes carefully, they will find that wherever Ji Song swings his sword, the enemy's throat is either cut or his eyes are injured.
In short, it is a combat effectiveness that is lost immediately, light and direct.
Under his might, no one can resist his blow.
The soldiers, who had never seen their leader kill an enemy before, saw Ji Song harvesting the enemy's lives like leeks, and their morale instantly soared.
The general is brave, but as a subordinate, you cannot be Lie and others looked at each other, as if they had reached a tacit understanding, and their efficiency in killing enemies instantly increased!
"Chief manager, the fire in the enemy camp has gradually diminished. I saw" the scout was a little hesitant, even a little panicked! "Say!" Ji Song said a simple word, but revealed a strong confidence, making the scout breathe a sigh of relief.
"At this time, a lot of people have gathered in the camp. If I count correctly, there are tens of thousands of them!"
"What? Is it Jie Li?" Su Lie was shocked. In such a chaotic time, so many soldiers could gather, which shows that they are coming here!
Ji Song made a mental calculation and knew that what the scout said was probably true. After this period of killing, fewer and fewer Turks came out, which was unreasonable.
Doesn't he believe that this fire can burn them all to death?
There are tens of thousands of people capable of fighting in the Turkic camp. This does not include the herdsmen and slaves. If all are included, the number will be even more! It's not that these people are the only ones in the Turks, it's that the grasslands are short of supplies in winter and one place simply can't support so many people.
Therefore, after winter comes, they will spread out and find their own place to spend the winter as a tribe.
Ji Song is not surprised at all that the Turk Khan Court can gather so many people! As the person at the top of the pyramid on the grassland, Tieshan serves as the residence of the Khan Court. The annual tribute from the grassland tribes can make Jie Li full of fat.
Ji Song is sure that not more than half of the people who ran out of the perimeter just now were blocked. He was only blocking the Turks who could resist, but he didn't actually kill many.
After all, he only has 800 people, and he has lost a lot of people at this time, so he can't kill many at all.
The Turkic camp must have been under control at this time. To be able to gather so many people in such a short period of time, this person, even if he is not Jie Li, is still a high-ranking Turkic man.
"Let's go! Let's go meet them and see who they are?"
Ji Song was not frightened. Although there seemed to be a disparity in strength, he knew what he could do if he was kill!
The great elder was on the verge of tears at this time. The thirty thousand most elite warriors of the Turks, in less than an hour, only less than ten thousand were left behind.
The sudden fire, the frightened war horses, and many sleeping warriors were burned to death by the fire and trampled to death by the horses before they could react.
The majestic grassland overlord has fallen to such a state, and his heart is bleeding!
He looked hatefully at the human army, Datang, walking in the distance. When he saw the extremely familiar Chinese characters, his eyes were bloodshot.
(End of this chapter)