There was a change in the battlefield. When Li Chengqian discovered that the Tang army generals were insufficient, he brought everyone into the battlefield in a simple disguise. He also saw what it means to enter the mountains and forests in this battlefield.

These guys were born for the battlefield. They were laughing and laughing in the past, and they were indeed not like individuals after entering the battlefield.

Strong!

Li Chengqian could only think of these two words.

Song Ziguan had already taken off his disguise, and the red brocade jacket flashed in the battle. The five-foot-long Tang sword in his hand waved to the wind. Song Ziguan turned to look at Li Chengqian and stretched out two fingers.

Twenty beheaded.

Their agreement was to behead. If the head was not cut off, their killing would not count. Without waiting for Li Chengqian to give any reaction, Song Ziguan in red drove his horse into the Turkic army.

Seven in and out is not the patent of that person.

At this moment, Song Ziguan was still performing the art in his heart to everyone. When driving the horses and galloping, the cold starlight of the Tang sword pierced in and out in just a blink of an eye. After the chest of Turkic soldiers was stabbed one by one, Song Ziguan continued to move forward. These Turkic soldiers just felt a stinging pain. When they were about to pursue, blood spurted out from the wounds on their chests, and blood mist was everywhere.

When Song Ziguan was practicing martial arts, he did not forget to go to Sun Simiao's medical skills. He didn't learn much, but only remembered one truth: if the weapons were sharp enough and fast enough, they would not feel strange when piercing the enemy's heart, and the organs would still be tightly attached. But once vigorously exercised, the blood would enter the atrium, the wound would be torn apart.

A bloody rain broke out behind Song Ziguan, and his "art" was once again sublimated.

"Yohoohoohoohoohoohoohoo."

Song Ziguan made strange calls to express his inner excitement. Killing enemies on the battlefield is boring, but showing his art in front of hundreds of thousands of people is a glory, and the whole world knows the art that belongs to him.

But! Wu Di and Zuo Xuan have already started to scold Song Ziguan. He made the battlefield with blood mist, and he was good at fighting, but the sticky blood fell on his body was very uncomfortable, especially Wu Di and Zuo Xuan. Both of them hated the feeling of blood staining their clothes.

Silver star rays, golden glow.

Two long spears staged a dragon and snake legend on the battlefield. The second girl Zuo, who was flying in black hair, once again made men all over the world understand a word.

Who said women were inferior to men? Who said that I, the women of the Tang Dynasty, could only apply rouge in the boudoir?

The two of them set themselves very low goals. Wu Di, who was powerful in Wuyi, only killed 100 people, and Zuo Xuan was even less pitiful, only twenty, but this did not represent the harvest of the two on the battlefield. The beheading of the spear was not as easy as Song Ziguan's sharp Tang sword.

Two long spears of gold and silver kept piercing out stars in the battlefield, and kept waving a two-colored semicircle and a touch of blood in the air.

Their gunman skills are all taught by Song Ziguan, and they have a very tacit understanding of each other. However, the second girl Zuo is more like the young master of their family. She is brave and fearless of death when fighting. She would rather hurt the enemy two thousand and lose four thousand than do anything to hurt the enemy one thousand and lose eight hundred.

The blue flower cotton jacket was stained with blood and her face was covered with blood. These were not done by Miss Zuo Er himself, but by the good things done by the madman who kept screaming strangely. He couldn't bear it and let out a sharp roar in his heart.

"Song Ludan, you are daring to let your art touch you, I will stab you to death first."

If no one noticed that this was a woman when Zuoxuan killed the enemy, her roar made all the soldiers of the two armies stunned. If the battlefield in the past was black and white, Zuoxuan's soft shout added a touch of color to the battlefield in the black and white.

How could my seven-foot man in the Tang Dynasty be worse than a woman?

What a humiliating shame that my Turkic man was killed by you, a woman?

The battlefield was pushed to a small climax by the second girl Zuo.

The soldiers on both sides seemed to have been slaughtered. Thousands of cavalry took off their heavy armor. The Turkic soldiers were even naked in the cold weather, holding weapons that were already full of holes in their hands and rushing towards their enemy.

Why are you happy in life and why are you afraid of death?

For me, Turkic.

For my prosperous Tang Dynasty!

All the soldiers forgot their pain, hunger and cold. They only have their own country in their hearts, only their own glory, they can fight, die, bleed, and turn around, but they cannot retreat.

Tens of thousands of soldiers are no longer tempting, no longer waiting for the front row to fall and they are making up for it, but are scrambling to be the people at the forefront. Everyone has determined the answer to a question in their hearts.

How could our great country fail?

The drum beats of the war drum are rapid and sound like thunder.

Wei Jiu, who was still one-on-one with Turkic Yehu, was dispersed by the crowded armies. He could not find the opponent that suited him. When he raised his eyes, a sharp pain suddenly came from his neck. He gritted his teeth and turned around to look at Li Tai, gritted his teeth and asked.

"Li Qingque, what are you doing?"

Bang!

The back of the neck was hit by the hilt again, and Wei Jiu's eyes turned red. Li Tai raised his hands and kept shaking his head, indicating that it was not what he did. Wei Jiu covered the back of the neck and turned his head. Looking at Li Chongyi with a somewhat surprised expression, Wei Jiu was furious.

"Li Chongzi, are you doing a hammer?"

Li Chongyi looked at the scabbard in his hand and looked at Wei Jiu's neck. He frowned and said suspiciously.

"Why don't you faint?"

"You are so disgusting, your father is a three-donkey leg. If you dare to touch me, I will go to your ancestors' ancestral hall to pee."

have to!

I'm anxious.

Li Chongyi and Li Tai raised their hands at the same time to drive the horse away and headed to the battlefield ahead. Wei Jiu took a deep breath and bent down to pick up a short knife on the ground. He was hit by the soldiers just now and the daggers in his hand fell to the ground. This time, Wei Jiu carefully checked around and found that no one was attacking him, so he pulled a war horse whose master had already died in battle.

He turned over the horse, clamped the horse's belly, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"Let's go! We both go, each one..."

Bang!

This time Wei Jiu simply threw away the dagger in his hand and covered his head. He turned to look at Li Chengqian with a smile on his face behind him. Wei Jiu took a deep breath, then roared to the sky.

"Li Chengqian, are you sick?"

Li Chengqian said with a smile.

"fall!"

Plop!

Wei Jiu fell to the ground and the sound was very clear. At this time, Li Chengqian discovered that all the soldiers near him were looking at him, including the Turkic enemy troops.

Li Chengqian!

Who is Li Chengqian? He is His Majesty's eldest son, the prince of the early Tang Dynasty, the current King of Hengshan, and the man with the most hope of becoming a new emperor. He appeared on the Turkic battlefield and charged at the forefront of the battlefield.

The prince of the Tang Dynasty fought with the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, not being a general or a general, but as a small soldier, he mingled with the soldiers to kill the enemy.

His Majesty's eldest son Li Chengqian went to the battlefield.

This news made the hearts of all soldiers warmer. They were not cannon fodder or tools, because the prince of the Tang Dynasty was also accompanying them to kill the enemy and bleed together.

Then another answer appeared in the soldiers' minds.

Who dares to name and scold Li Chengqian? Only the Marquis Zhiming, who beat His Highness the Crown Prince in a brothel back then.

At this moment, Li Chengqian pulled out his sword from his waist, held it high like an empty mouth, and spoke after he died.

"All the Erlang of the Tang Dynasty followed the footsteps of King Tai of Wei. Those who invaded our Tang Dynasty will kill the nine clans!"

boom!

This sentence made the soldiers' heads blank, and Wei Wangtai was also on the battlefield?

The prince is with us.

The Turkic battlefield was pushed to its highest climax.
Chapter completed!