What fights is the psychology and what fights is the morale. Now the Turkic people's aura has collapsed, and if Sun Wu rises again, he may not be able to make up for the truth.

Chen Ying led the Tang army and the Turkic surrendered army to jointly cover up the killing. At this time, Yu Guni's long-standing resentment completely broke out. As a Turkic man who controlled the string, he was often bullied by nobles of the Ashina family, especially Yu Guni's beloved woman praised Guli for being tortured by Shilifers.

Usually, Shiliver, who was high above, would not look at him directly, but now he ran away in a panic like a dog. He chased the enemy, chased them and cut off their heads, which was very wonderful.

The soldiers of Yuguni's tribe, who were originally humble in the eyes of the Turkic nobles, also became ferocious one by one. At this moment, even the sticks in the hands of Tang military and civilians seemed to have become terrifying weapons.

What's more, in order to seize the escape road, the Turkic cavalry also stepped on each other and killed each other, which further accelerated the casualties of the Turks.

As for the Yuguni tribe, as nomadic peoples, they were better at dealing with cavalry. These nomadic cavalrymen were ruthless in order to show their faces in front of the generals of the Tang Dynasty and killed the Turks of the same tribe. They either shot with bows and arrows, or threw out horse ropes to trap those Turks who fled for their desperation.

In such a chaotic situation, it was difficult for those Turks who resisted scatteredly and could not play a role.

"Kill the enemy!" Chen Yinghong roared with his eyes: "Kill all the enemy!"

Luo Shixin saw Yi Wuzhen running farther and farther away. He tried hard to tighten the horse's belly, regardless of the Tang cavalry behind him, and rode alone and rushed towards Yi Wuzhen.

If the Turks at this time were a piece of fat, Luo Shixin was a sharp knife, and this sharp blade broke towards the hardest flesh of the Turks.

Yi Wuzhen, as he saw Luo Shixin bit himself tightly, turned around suddenly, and shouted with grief and anger: "Kill him!"

Following him, hundreds of Turkic cavalrymen around Yi Wuzhenmo were about to turn around to fight, but when they turned around, they were frightened and shuddered. Thousands of cavalry under Yu Guni were driving the Turkic soldiers to swarm.

"Ye Hu Xu left!" A loyal guard gritted his teeth and rushed towards Luo Shixin. In fact, he had already seen clearly that this black-faced Tang general was the god of killing on the battlefield just now. He was like a bone-clearing knife, which dived open the hardest bones of the Turks.

There were no less than fifty Turkic warriors who died under Luo Shixin's hands, but this black-faced Tang general still did not show any fatigue until this time. He rushed up and at most he was just delivering vegetables. The guard did not know why, but when he faced Luo Shixin directly.

Just when he was looking at him, his hands couldn't help but feel sore.

Luo Shixin did not deliberately make an angry look, but since he followed Zhang Xutuo to join the army, he has always been ahead of every battle, leading by one horse, and killing the enemies under his command, which has already exceeded a thousand. For a long time, the murderous aura that baptized on the battlefield has condensed a faint evil aura between his eyebrows. His pupils seem to have stored the tragic situation of those enemies who died under his sword, which makes people feel terrible associations that he will die of death in his life at first sight. He does not seem to have noticed this, but he is used to the trembling enemy in front of him. Only those who are also war-torn in battle can fight against him, but the Turkic soldiers facing him cannot reach this level.

In ancient times, Zhang Fei drank and broke Dangyang Bridge, but now Luo Shixin glared at him, and the enemy was both jealous.

There was no arrow shot or a shot shot, and a cavalry staring at him. On the battlefield, the Turkic soldiers who had lost their morale became even more frightened and had no intention of fighting. They fought desperately on the horses under their crotch and ran forward at all costs.

"Don't kill me, I surrender!" A Turkic cavalry's horse, his horse's hooves softened, overturned him to the ground. The snow was as hard as iron, and his face was covered with blood. He ignored the pain and said with a stiff Tang Yan: "Don't kill me, I surrender!"

This Turkic soldier kneeled down and surrendered, which made countless Turkic soldiers very much expect. Chen Ying encountered this situation at this time, and he was considering much more things in his mind than ordinary soldiers.

They won on the battlefield, but what about the fact?

This victory also has the factor of luck. The Turks have the capital to lose again. Even if they lose three times, five times, ten times, eight times, and hundreds of thousands of people were injured, they still could afford it. However, the Tang Dynasty was not good. The Tang Dynasty was established at the beginning and its foundation was too weak. They fought a national war with the Turks. Not to mention whether they had this strength, first of all, with Li Yuan's cautious and cautious nature, they would never have a battle with the Turks at this time.

The butt determines the head. Chen Ying is not a knight who can avenge his grudges, nor is he a big soldier. He is a general of Zhongwu in the fourth rank of the Tang Dynasty and the general manager of the marching. Considering the problem requires consideration from the overall situation and the overall situation.

Just as a Tang soldier waved his sword and slashed at the surrendered Turkic soldier kneeling on the ground, Chen Ying said, "Stop, I am not my race, and I will kill you if I surrender!"
Chapter completed!