Chapter 40

The sky was a brilliant blue, like a sparkling gem, gently stirring the white clouds, which were scattered by the roar from below.

By the Wei River, the Turkish camp.

Pastoral songs were being sung, their melodies lingering and not lacking in a rough quality, as if this were not a battlefield but a vast grassland at night.

In the camp, fires raged, and the Turkish soldiers, surrounding the bonfires, sang their familiar pastoral songs and danced, mocking the cowardice and timidity of the Tang army opposite.

For a moment, the camp was filled with singing and dancing, a festive atmosphere, and a sense of peace.

Lamb was roasting over the bonfires, sprinkled with fragrant wine, the aroma of meat and wine enticing everyone.

The Turks had won battle after battle, their morale soaring. Although they had lost more than a thousand men in Jingyang, it was a minor matter. They had already captured over fifty cities, and beautiful women were already waiting in the tents, ready for pleasure after they had eaten and drunk their fill.

Tomorrow, as long as they eliminated the Tang army in front of them, they could trample the rich city of Chang'an at will.

Tomorrow would be a hard day, cutting down all these Tang soldiers, so they sang and danced during the day, venting their excitement for tomorrow's victory.

Today's release was far from enough; they would celebrate for ten days and ten nights, dancing, singing, and eating to their heart's content.

On the other side, the Tang army camp was on high alert, solemn and serious. The Turks thought they were facing a force of two hundred thousand, but everyone knew that the total number of troops was only twenty thousand, and most of the surrounding tents were empty.

Twenty thousand infantry faced off against over a hundred thousand Turkish cavalry. If it weren't for Emperor Li Shimin and his family sitting in the main camp, these soldiers would have fled long ago.

"Grand Master, shall we attack?" Lu Bu, standing beside him, said with a bloodthirsty look. In the previous battle, over a hundred Turkish soldiers had died under his Heaven-Piercing Halberd, and the vast number of Turkish soldiers before him would be his hunting ground for achieving a thousand kills.

"Are all the preparations in place?" Zhou Yang turned to Jia Xu, whose face was calm. The previous slaughter had made his stomach feel slightly uncomfortable, but Jia Xu and the other strategists remained composed, as if it were a normal day.

"Grand Master, everything is ready," Jia Xu said.

Zhou Yang nodded lightly. The previous battle had been somewhat lucky, entirely due to the misfortune of the Turkish army. A weary army had charged at the morale-boosted, blood-pumped Light Cavalry Corps.

Fifty thousand cavalry quickly cut through ten thousand Turks, and most of the soldiers hadn't even seen a living Turk before the battle ended.

Looking at the current situation, victory seemed almost certain without any strategy, but Zhou Yang still had Jia Xu and the others meticulously plan to minimize the army's losses.

"Give the order!"

Zhou Yang commanded the messenger behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The messenger, somewhat excited, took a signaling gun from his pack, tensed his body, and fired three shots into the sky. Without waiting for a reaction, he charged alone toward the camp.

The Light Cavalry Corps, distributed around the Turkish camp, were all focused. Seeing the three bright signals rise into the sky, they charged like tigers descending from the mountains, galloping into the Turkish camp.

"Ha ha ha... I finally got a head," the messenger said excitedly, cutting off the head of a sentry. Damn, finally got a head, how hard is it for a messenger?

"Zhang Fei of Yan is here, who dares to fight?" Zhang Fei, wielding his twelve-foot spear, skewered three Turkish soldiers and shouted loudly, his roar like thunder, making the surrounding Turkish soldiers pale and flee in panic. Zhang Fei was quite pleased with himself.

"Third Brother, hurry up and kill," Guan Yu, not far away, said, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade slicing through the air, creating a bloody mist. He looked at his brother with a hint of exasperation. Didn't you see that Lu Bu was charging ahead, killing wherever there were more people? Your shout scared away hundreds of Turkish soldiers. How are you going to get heads?

"Ha ha ha... I've already killed fifty people," a tall, black-armored squad leader beside Zhang Fei shouted excitedly.

Hearing this, Zhang Fei's face changed, and he roared in anger. He had only killed thirty people. If, when reporting his achievements, he, Lord Zhang, had killed fewer than a squad leader under his command, it would be a disgrace.

Roaring, Zhang Fei spurred his black steed, charging into the nearby melee, his twelve-foot spear creating a storm of shadows, skewering dozens of people.

This battle was earth-shattering, the sky darkening.

"Boom! Boom!..."

Led by golden and silver-armored generals, ten units of cavalry charged like sharp blades, piercing the heart of the army, cutting down generals and seizing flags. Wherever the Light Cavalry Corps went, it was like a meat grinder, leaving a trail of blood and corpses, forming a blood mist over the entire camp.

The Turkish army was now in chaos, the over a hundred thousand Turkish cavalry scattered like leaves in the wind, unable to form any formation.

The Turks were terrified, while the Light Cavalry Corps soldiers' eyes were red with excitement. The sight of the red-eyed Light Cavalry Corps soldiers had already made the Turkish soldiers shudder with fear.

When the Light Cavalry Corps charged, the Turks had no chance to fight back, only to be slaughtered, either dying by the sword or trampled into meat paste by hooves.

"Get heads!"

"Get heads!"

"Get heads!"

The deafening roars shook the earth, and the Light Cavalry Corps soldiers fought with all their might.

On the other side, in the Tang army camp, the soldiers, hearing the excited roars, turned pale. This was a truly疯狂的军队.

Not to mention, the central camps of the Turkish Khans Jiali and Tulik were being heavily targeted, with ten thousand cavalry chasing them like frightened rabbits, fleeing in panic, unable to give orders, only thinking of saving their own lives.

The slaughter continued, with Turkish soldiers being killed every moment.

Where the Light Cavalry Corps cavalry passed, the originally yellow ground turned into a pool of blood, bright and vivid, as if the entire camp was soaked in blood.

Broken limbs, mangled bodies, scattered organs, neighing horses, screaming Turks, fallen flags... all formed a gruesome picture of war.

The Turks, being a nomadic people, fully demonstrated their skills at this moment, their horses galloping at a speed of 120 miles per hour.

Run!

Flee!

Zhou Yang followed a group of Turkish soldiers, charging invincibly, with no one able to stand against him.

In the midst of the charge, a Turkish commander, surrounded by several Light Cavalry Corps soldiers, saw Zhou Yang and shouted with joy.

"Shopkeeper, save me! Do you remember? I bought something from you."

Zhou Yang. "..."

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