Since the failure to encircle Gaoyanzong, tens of thousands of Turkic wolf cavalry entering the North Pass of the Great Wall were in a very dangerous situation.

Gao Yanzong used the power of great victory to eliminate the Turks from all sides and further compressed the scope of activities of the Turks. Even though the Turks were still strong in their troops, under the sequel of suppression of the Qi people, there was no chance of winning.

Even though Ashina's photo wanted to cheer up again, after several defeats, his prestige dropped drastically. Not only the nobles and people from all tribes, but even ordinary herders even disobeyed him. When talking about this noble young master, he was quite disrespectful in his words.

In response to this, Ashina had to grit her teeth and swallow her blood. After all, it was him who brought tens of thousands of troops from the East Turkic Road into a desperate situation. This is an indisputable fact.

Therefore, during the past few days of discussion, he just sat like a clay Buddha, without saying a word. He watched these people jump out to fight for power and profit, and quarreled over the distribution of profits that had no shadow, and he was just disdainful in his heart:

"A group of stupid pigs, saying that I am not worthy of commanding these divisions, can you be better? Nothing can be done, and everyone is fighting for power and profit, and a group of mobs who cannot support the wall! If I hadn't been here, Gao Yanzong would have destroyed you in one fell swoop. He didn't know how the Ashina family would have such stupid descendants?"

The photos are among the Turks who have been exposed to Central Plains culture and have also studied military strategy and plan, which seems very cunning. This personality may help him win power in the future, but now, the Turks are all a group of short-sighted barbarians. This personality will only ask them to summarize him into a "two-legged sheep" who can only pull the sour text like the Central Plains people, which is unbearable to create.

However, these few defeats caused the photograph to recognize the gap with Zhongyuan Junyan, which made him develop more in the direction of "two-legged sheep". He seemed rough and generous, but in fact he admired the characters and culture of the Central Plains in private. He also raised a few scholars who had been living from the Central Plains. He often asked about the customs and culture of the Central Plains, listened to them explaining the art of military affairs, and had profound attainments.

But I didn't agree with the historical books, and even sneered at the achievements recorded in the historical books, thinking that this was just a deliberate distortion of the facts in order to boast about martial arts. During the Turkic expedition, there were countless countries destroyed, and there were no twists and turns. It was not worth writing a lot. However, the Southerners recorded this as a place of honor and value, which was ridiculous.

He also considered himself the number one hero in the Turkic generation. He led the Eastern Army as the vanguard and wanted to take Youzhou as a vanguard. But the reality was so ironic that he was beaten by an unknown Gao Yanzong and retreated one after another. At the beginning, he mentioned Gao Yanzong, and only remembered his brother Gao Changgong.

Gao Changgong had fought with the Turks, and his reputation spread to the north. To this day, the shepherds still occasionally talked about the fearful general of the ghost face. But he knew nothing about what kind of person his younger brother Gao Yanzong was, but he just felt that he might be the same as Daluo and Anluo. He was just a spoiled nobleman who had never experienced the situation and was not worthy of attention. This contempt naturally brought extremely bad consequences to the subsequent series of battles.

It's too late to regret these things now.

The photographer watched the current debate coldly and saw what kind of bird result they could argue.

"...The Qi people have limited troops and the contraction circle is too loose, and they can be torn apart soon. If we can't shrink so much and let go of the formation to sweep, they will definitely not be able to stop us, so there is an ambush. We have tens of thousands of Turkic men here, what are we afraid of?" The nobles who spoke seemed to be deliberately provoking the photo, as if they were accusing him of his timid behavior of avoiding fighting now.

A cold flashed in the photograph's eyes, and then faded, and there was a little smile. This smile fell into the eyes of other nobles, and they no longer cared about him and participated in the plan: "So what if there is an ambush? Since the rise of the Turks, I, the Turks, have fought countless fiercely. After all, we can fight tens of thousands of people, and even if we fight hard, we can fight all the people. How can we have few major generals in the Gaoyan clan, have few soldiers, so how can we withstand our struggle?"

Hearing this, the photographer could no longer bear it. He listened to a few more stupid thoughts that made his ears dirty. He shook his head and laughed: "You are too naive. We are good at horse fighting, and the people of Qi are also good at horse fighting. When the two armies faced each other, he would press forward with infantry, shoot with hard crossbows, and harass him with light cavalry on the side. Wait for the situation to be stalemate and pass through the iron cavalry! How can our army have a chance of victory?"

"If our army wants to protect it, the only way is to stick to the camp, no matter how Qi army provoked, and not to get entangled with them. First withdraw from Qi, meet with the army, and then look for an opportunity to go south." The photo glanced at them and said, "The unit of the army's Anlu in the East Road will soon go south to meet us, and then we will have the opportunity to make a comeback!"

"What do you say to retreat!" The leader said dissatisfied: "We are going south, and what we do is the flower world of the Central Plains. Now we have not snatched anything, and we have no money, children and food. When I go back, I don't know how many tribes will starve to death. How do you ask me to explain to them? We have been slaughtering the cattle, sheep and horses we brought to live. Who will repay this loss to us?"

He was anxious and asked in a stack of voices, saying that the photographer could not move forward and retreat for a while, and he felt that his face was ruined. The photographer had a cold face, and the other leaders and nobles did not speak up. Obviously, they all had the same ideas as him, and some were watching the show. The photographer had a tense face, snorted coldly, and waved his hand and said, "If you are willing to fight, you will fight by yourself. Anyway, my eight thousand wolf cavalry under my command will never send out a soldier!"

"Photographed, after losing a few games, you are so timid. Wangmugan's Khan believed so much more than you during his lifetime! Now it seems that you are no longer worthy of leading me, Turkic son. You should be more aware of your own, hand over the troops, and then wait for the Khan to die!"

The nobleman stood up and accused the photographer. In fact, although he said that he was righteous, everyone present knew the purpose. What he was doing was just the more than 10,000 elite wolf cavalry under the photographer. This was a real elite. If he controlled it in his hands, he would gain the absolute leadership of the eastern army.

Unexpectedly, when Ashina photographed, he gave in and was regarded as a soft persimmon that was easy to control. He thought that just by just these few words, he sneered: "You want to deal with me? OK! Ask me if I'll give it to you first?"

He suddenly stood up, reached out to draw his sword, and strode forward. The nobleman was shocked, but he was too scared to avoid it and was cut off by a scimitar! The tent suddenly lost his voice. Even the nobleman who had planned to rush up to take the picture was shocked on the spot, but his whole body was frozen and unable to move. The photographer put the knife into the sheath and said coldly:

"You still want me to put the jar on you and put the blame for defeat on my head? Dreaming! If you want to die, you will die by yourself. Don't get me tired! I will give you half a day, and within half a day, take your own troops out for me, otherwise I will ask you to know whether the wolf riders in the palace tent under my command are eating grass!"

The people of the leaders were naturally ashamed and angry, and they snatched the door out in anger, and since then they completely parted ways. They chose a commander again and took them to fight with the Qi army. The pictures really said today, they ignored their lives and death, until they were defeated a few days later. Many of the leaders were destroyed by Wang Jun and knelt in front of the pictures's account and asked for forgiveness.

The photos asked about the causes and consequences of their defeat, and ordered their personal guards to pull down the heads and kill them all. A day later, the Qi army was provoking trouble under the camp, carrying the heads of several Turkic nobles, and urinating on their heads.

The picture was angry, but in contrast, the soldiers had no intention of fighting in their eyes. The soldiers could not fight and dared not fight, so the battle could not be fought. The picture knew that this place would not last long. Even if they were unwilling to accept it, they had to order the army to withdraw, return to the grassland, and meet with Anluo.

The photos now don't know what happened in the north, otherwise he wouldn't have taken this route.

He didn't know that Gao Baoning left Yingzhou and continued to attack, and a bloody mouth had formed north of the Great Wall. The Qi army surrounded the north and south, and wanted to swallow the invading Turks in one bite!

He will never have a chance to make a comeback. If he wants to escape, his only choice is to run quickly, the faster the better!
Chapter completed!