I have 800,000 private soldiers. The emperor forces me to hand over military power?

Xiao Po, the commander of the Jinwu Guards, immediately accepted the order, turned around and led more than a hundred soldiers of the Jin Dynasty wearing golden armor. The Jinwu Guards in the army broke away from the Tiefutu square formation and went straight to the large banner of the Turkic cavalry.

This former flag-bearer of the Eighth Regiment of the Polu Army, now the personal guard commander of Jin King Chen Huaian, had long been thirsty for the ring-headed short sword in his hand, which had killed more than ninety enemies in the Dragon City defense battle.

I saw Xiao Po taking the lead in charging into the enemy group, charging through a group of Turkic cavalry guarding the banner, slashing horizontally and vertically with a ring-headed dagger, and killing the Turkic cavalry intimidated, so they had to carry the banner to dodge and get out of the way.

Clang!

puff--

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Po slashed his sword diagonally and beheaded a Turkic cavalryman guarding the flag in the air. Blood spurted everywhere, confusing Xiao Po's face.

Inadvertently, the blood of the Turkic barbarian splashed into Xiao Po's mouth.

He tasted it, and it was fishy and smelly!

"Nonsence--"

Xiao Po spat, jumped on his horse, raised his sword, and shouted domineeringly:

"Those who surrender by presenting the flag will avoid death!"

"Those who resist and resist will be killed without mercy!"

After saying this, he once again brandished his sword and charged into the Turkic Central Army's flag guard, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, or entering an uninhabited land.

Behind him, the more than a hundred Jinwu Guards soldiers wearing golden armor were also extremely brave, forming formations to kill the enemy, and advancing and retreating freely.

Soon, the disintegrated flag guard of the Turkic Central Army was killed by Chen Huaian's personal guards, the Jinwu Guards.

Looking at the Turkic banner that was very close at hand, Xiao Po raised his foot and struck the horse's belly violently, causing the painful war horse to speed up and rush towards the Turkic banner.

The moment Xiao Po rode his horse and passed by the Turkic banner, he raised his knife and cut off the banner's flagpole.

The next second, the battle flag that was originally fluttering in the wind, symbolizing the location of the Turkic Khan, fell to the ground. It was trampled by more than a hundred Jinwu guards who followed closely. The horseshoes as thick as the mouth of a bowl trampled on the Turks mercilessly. on top of the royal flag.

Xiao Po turned his horse's head again and returned to the Longcheng cavalry square. From the flag bearer on horseback, he took over the battle flag symbolizing the Longcheng army's Northern Expedition.

Then, with one arm, he raised the four-clawed yellow dragon flag, which weighed dozens of kilograms, high above his head.

While riding his horse on the battlefield, galloping back and forth near the original location of the Turkic banner, he let out a heroic and exciting war cry:

"The one who captured the flag is the Northern Expeditionary Army of Dragon City troops, and Xiao Po is the leader of the Jinwu Guards!"

"The one who captured the flag is the Northern Expeditionary Army of Dragon City troops, and Xiao Po is the leader of the Jinwu Guards!"

On the battlefield, the unison war roars of Xiao Po and the Jinwu Guards under his command echoed over and over again, resounding throughout the world and reaching into the sky.

Seeing that the commander's flag was taken away, the morale of the Turkic cavalry, which was already under the dual pressure of the Tiefu Tu and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, panicked and despaired, and was on the verge of collapse, plummeted in an instant.

"Warriors of the Turkic Empire, stabilize your formation and don't mess up!"

"The Han Army, the Han Army's iron pagoda has no strength. The good men and women blessed by the eternal heaven on the Mobei grassland must not put down the scimitars in their hands!"

"Cheer up and continue fighting with the Han cavalry until death!"

At this time, seeing the commander's flag being taken away, his morale plummeted. As the Turkic Khan, Temur could no longer sit still.

He immediately waved the scimitar in his hand and urged the war horse under his crotch to come forward and fight to the death with Chen Huaian.

"Big man, don't—"

"The profuse sweat has left the green mountains without worrying about the lack of firewood. The Iron Pagoda of the Dog Han Army is too strong. The flesh and blood of my Turkic warriors cannot withstand the impact of the Iron Pagoda of the Han Army!"

"Great Khan, retreat, go back to the Mobei grassland, reorganize your troops, and then go south!"

A group of Turkic generals around Timur stood in front of Timur and refused to let him rush out and fight Chen Huaian to the death.

At present, the defeat of the 150,000 Turkic coalition forces in the Battle of Panlong Pass has been determined, so why bother adding unnecessary casualties.

"Come here, protect the Great Khan and retreat!"

It was the Turkic strategist Kurdre who issued the retreat order on Timur's behalf.

He arrived at Shuobei from the Mobei grassland early this morning. Just after meeting Timur, he encountered the defeat of 150,000 Turkic coalition troops at Panlong Pass.

"Khan, withdraw!"

Khurye rode his horse forward in person, dragged Timur with him and retreated towards Shuobei.

The latter looked up to the sky and roared: "Changshengtian, I am not willing to give in, I am not willing to give in!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a hail of arrows struck, and the Xuanjia light cavalry under Chen Huaian surrounded them. They were using the Manu equipment in their hands to shoot the Turkic cavalry from a distance of 200 steps.

"Escort!"

Upon seeing this, Khurlie gave an order, and soldiers holding shields immediately gathered around and defended the Great Khan Timur with shields.

Timur no longer persisted, and with half a push, under the protection of a group of soldiers, he rode his horse and fled towards Shuobei.

"Timur, where can you escape!"

A loud shout was like a thunderbolt from the blue, causing the hearts of the Turkic generals to tremble.

Looking back sideways, I saw a golden figure galloping forward single-handedly.

The speed is as fast as thunder and lightning.

The person who came was none other than Chen Huaian, the King of Jin who bravely championed the three armies.

He knew very well that Temur must not be confused with the likes of Wu Qingyun, Liang Erhu, let alone let the tiger go home.

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.

At the moment, the Jinwu guards beside him seized the flag and killed them;

The Eighteen Cavalrymen of Dragon City were also caught in a fierce battle with the Turkic cavalry who vowed to fight to the death, and were temporarily unable to get away;

Three thousand iron pagodas, the fierce battle has reached this point, and the physical strength of the people and horses cannot withstand another high-speed charge and pursuit.

In desperation, Chen Huaian had no choice but to pursue him single-handedly.

"kill him!"

"Stop him!"

Two different orders sounded among the Turkic generals who were busy running for their lives.

The one who clamored to kill Chen Huaian was naturally the Turkic Khan Temur, who had a blood feud with the two generations of Jin kings of the Chen family.

Another order was issued by the military advisor Kuerlie.

In the end, a group of Turkic generals and soldiers chose to follow the orders of military advisor Kurlie and sent out a dozen cavalrymen to turn their horses' heads to stop Chen Huaian, who was pursuing single-handedly.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Huaian was facing these dozen Turkic cavalry.

The Fangtian painted halberd in his hand was just a powerful and heavy fan sweep, and in an instant, more than ten Turkic cavalry were killed on horseback.

But it was precisely because of this delay that Timur and his party, who had only a dozen riders left, opened a distance of more than a hundred steps.

Chen Huaian rode his horse and chased for a certain distance. The yellow gelding, which had been running and sprinting for a long time, finally fell behind due to lack of physical strength. It was impossible to shorten the distance between him and Timur and his party.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Huaian held Fang Tian's painted halberd with one hand in a throwing posture.

Immediately, he aimed at the back of Timur's heart as he was running for his life, and threw Fang Tian's painted halberd with all his strength.

Whoosh!

The tip of the halberd cut through the sky, bringing with it a shrill sound of breaking wind.

In an instant, it plunged straight into Timur's back.

Timur, who was on horseback, was staggered by Fang Tian's painted halberd that came unexpectedly. However, after struggling a few times, he still maintained his riding posture and did not fall off the horse.

On the other hand, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd fell from Timur's back under the continuous jolts.

When Chen Huaian rode the panting and sweating yellow gelding to the location where Fang Tian's painted halberd fell.

He turned over and dismounted, grabbed the shaft of Fang Tian's painted halberd from the ground again, and shook it gently.

Only then did he realize that there was a scarlet red color on the tip of the halberd that was particularly dazzling.