Chapter 411: Kill all

If the Dashi Army was stationed in the south of the city, perhaps Li Qing'an would hesitate. After all, the Dashi Army obviously has more than half of the troops. In addition, the large desert terrain in the south of the city, the Tang army would not have the upper hand, but the north of the city was different.

There is no desert terrain in the north of the city. The Aral Sea Delta is northward, and the Amu River is westward. Only after crossing the Amu River and walking westward will it be fifty miles away. The Karakum Desert is eastward, and the semi-arid grassland is all the way to a hundred miles away.

It was precisely when the terrain was favorable that Li Qing'an resolutely decided to raid the Dashi Army and never let them retreat. In order to realize his strategy, he must drive all the 100,000 troops out of his way.

On the boundless semi-arid sand, 25,000 Tang cavalry came overwhelmed by the sky, and horses were hitting the ground, and dust flew all over the sky, like a sandstorm swept towards the Dashi Army.

The soldiers of the Dashi Army had just returned to the barracks tiredly and had not had dinner yet. Some were treating their wounds, while others were lying down to sleep in their clothes. No one would have thought that the Tang army would suddenly come after the war was over. Generally speaking, even if the war continued, they should pursue them when they withdrew, and they should never be at this time.

The alarm bell in the Dashi military camp sounded "Dang!Dang!" and the sound was terrifying. The camp was in chaos. The wounded soldiers screamed and cried, begging their companions to take them away.

At this time, Haman and Shaykh ran out of the camp, and their faces changed drastically. The running Tang cavalry was only three miles away from their camp. The surging murderous aura almost suffocated them. Haman was so scared that he trembled all over and couldn't say a word. Shaykh was so anxious that he swung his fist and shouted: "Hurry up! Hit hit with a catapult!"

"General Shaikh, the catapult is being repaired and cannot be used."

"Bastard! Then use the bow and arrow to pass my order. The archers of the Seventh and Eighth Legion rushed to the front of the battalion to block the attack. The army boarded up and prepared to fight!"

After the order was conveyed, thousands of archers rushed to the front of the camp. At this time, the huge Tang cavalry was rushing like a tide, speeding as fast as flying, less than a mile away from the Dashi Army camp. The dark bright light armor flashed with cold light in the sun, the dense spears were like forests, the sound of hooves was like thunder on the flat ground, one cavalry ran wildly with a momentum, and the hundred cavalry were terrifying, but now 25,000 cavalry were galloping on the endless sandy plain, just like the surging herd of wild bison in later generations, and the color of capturing the heaven and earth changed.

Only three hundred steps later, the panicked Dashi Army began to shoot arrows, and three thousand arrows were fired at once, forming a net of arrows in the air. The Tang army raised its shield, waved its spear with one hand, and shouted to kill the sky. The Tang army horses were shot and knocked down, and some Tang army cavalry were shot and screamed and fell off the horse. But the archers only shot one round, and the Tang army cavalry rushed to the front of them. The archers had no chance to turn around and escape. In an instant, the vast and rushing Tang army cavalry rushed into the group of Dashi archers like a storm, whistling like a storm, rushing to the enemy's positions, rolling the Dashi archers into the rolling horse's hooves, slashing the neck with a horizontal knife, and stabbing the spear into the chest. They killed everything and destroyed everything.

Then there was a loud bang from the ground, and the 25,000 cavalry of the Tang army and 45,000 Dashi cavalry who had not yet fully organized a formation collided violently. The two armies launched a fierce battle, and no one cared about the wounded soldiers. They could not participate in the battle, fled in scattered and each was going to survive.

The Tang army cavalry consisted of ten people, one team of hundreds, one battalion, five hundred people, and five thousand people, each fighting within its own range. The core was the 10,000 most sharp cavalry team of the two armies. They were all tall and strong, like two iron fists on the left and right sides of the chaotic Dashi Army. They were responsible for cutting and attacking the Dashi Army. The other two armies annihilated the divided Dashi Cavalry, and surrounded and killed the Dashi Cavalry with an absolute number of people. The tactics were simple and the layout was clear. The Tang army commander Li Qing'an personally led 5,000 archers and cavalrymen to gallop across the edge. Each of them hung five pots of arrows on the horse, and three bows on their backs. The bows were like thunderbolts, and arrows were like flying locusts, shooting the enemies on the edge.

Li Qing'an rode his horse like a flying horse, pulled his bow like a full moon, and the arrows were like a meteor. He shot the officers of the Great Food. Whenever the arrow was shot, an officer screamed and fell off the horse and died. In just a moment, three pots of arrows were shot and he had shot and killed a hundred officers.

The commander's magic arrow boosted the morale of the Tang army, and the drums sounded like thunder, inspiring the Tang army to fight bravely. Although the troops were only half of the opponent, they killed the Dashi Army and retreated step by step. The commander of the Dashi Army, Haman, had long disappeared. Only Shaikh commanded the Dashi Cavalry to fight to the death with the Tang army. Under Shaikh's powerful command, the Dashi Cavalry gradually stabilized their positions and divided them into four legions to fight the Tang army in bloody battles.

The battle was fought from afternoon to late at night. The battlefield had moved westward for ten miles and fought to the Amu River. At this time, the Dashi cavalry had been reduced to 20,000 people, and the Tang army also suffered more than 10,000 casualties, with nearly half of the casualties. Generally speaking, if the army loses 30% of its troops, it will retreat, and if the army loses 50% of its troops, it will be defeated. However, today's two armies broke the convention. They all knew very well that whoever defeats today and whoever perseveres to the end will be the winner. This concept has penetrated into the hearts of every officer and soldier. None of them dared to retreat, and they tried their best to fight to the death.

The battle was so fierce. Six of the seven commanders of the Great Food Army had been killed, and only two of them were left in the four legions. Even the commander Haman was shot to death by Li Qing'an in the chaos and chopped off his head with his own hands. The Tang army also killed five generals of the Central Army. Bai Xiaode was pierced by a spear, his intestines flowed out, fainted, and was rescued by his personal soldiers. Even the commander Li Qing'an was shot on the left shoulder by the enemy's raid. Blood was pouring in. He briefly bandaged and refused to withdraw. He knew that his withdrawal would greatly affect the morale of the Tang army. As long as he was there, he could inspire the Tang army to fight to the end.

Haman's death did not affect the morale of the Great Food Army. They had already regarded Shaikh, who was well-managed, as their head coach, and placed all their hopes on him. But even so, Shaikh could not support him. He was shot in three arrows, one of which hit his left eye and almost fainted. He tried his best and insisted on not withdrawing.

At this time, both sides were exhausted and almost reached the final moment of collapse. It depends on who could hold on to the end. But at this moment, an army, like a cunning wolf, rushed towards the back of the Dashi Army at the most critical moment.

This army was Li Fei Yuanli's three thousand periphery cavalry. They did not wait for the logistics army of the Dashi Army, but waited for the bloody battle between the cavalry of the two armies. Li Fei Yuanli had already been ambushed by the Amu River. He had not shown up and was waiting for the opportunity. Finally, when both sides could not hold on, his three thousand new forces suddenly came out.

Li Fei Yuanli's three thousand cavalry was the last straw that bent the camel. In the dark, the three thousand Tang army cavalry were as powerful as the rainbow, killing the Dashi Army blood flowed into a river, like the sharpest dagger, and suddenly penetrated into the back of the Dashi Army. The Dashi Army collapsed. Li Fei Yuanli roared like thunder, and his big sword flew, killing the Dashi soldiers' heads rolling and screaming. Rasher, the commander of the left wing leg of the Dashi Army, was furious. He roared, waved his spear, and stabbed Li Fei Yuanli.

"Good come! Just put wine for me."

Li Fei Yuanli smiled and dodged his spear, but slashed his backhand and slashed at his neck. The knife was as fast as lightning. The poor commander of the army, Rasher, was exhausted. He could not escape Li Fei Yuanli's knife. With a "puff!", Rasher was slashed half of his head by him, and the war horse was dragged to escape with a dead body. Li Fei Yuanli laughed proudly.

As the last legion commander was killed, the left wing of the Dashi Army began to be defeated, which soon affected the right wing. The Dashi Cavalry fled in scattered and failed to form a defeat. Shaykh knew that the situation was hopeless, so he sighed and shouted to the sky and said, "The Abbasid Empire is over!"

At this moment, his one-eyed eye suddenly saw the Tang army's commanding flag. He was energetic and his last potential in life was stimulated by a desire. If he could kill Li Qing'an, then even though he was defeated in this battle, the Arabs could win the entire battle situation.

He held a spear in his hand and shouted at the three hundred cavalry who followed him at the end: "Follow me to kill Li Qing'an!"

They rode their horses toward the Tang army's commander's flag. Thousands of Tang soldiers rushed up and surrounded them. Shaikh fought to death and found a bloody path. At this time, he was less than fifty steps away from the coaching flag. He rushed towards the coaching flag alone, but it was dark, and more than a thousand Tang soldiers under the coaching flag were running back and forth. His eyes were blurred and he could no longer see where Li Qing'an was? He roared in an anxious voice and shouted in Turkic language: "Li Qing'an, where are you...?"

Before he finished speaking, his throat hurt a sharp pain, and a sharp arrow shot through his throat. At this time, he finally saw clearly that fifty steps opposite him, a Tang army general wearing a golden helmet looked at him coldly with a big bow in his hand.

"Are you looking for me?" Li Qingan had no expression on his face.

More than a dozen personal soldiers rushed forward to kill Shaikh, but Li Qingan waved his hand to stop them, "Let him die quietly!"

Shaikh could no longer speak. He held the arrow shaft and looked up at the sky. A bright crescent moon hung in the velvet night sky, which was bright and bright. He remembered that today seemed to be the New Year for Orientals.

His eyes gradually became blurred, and he looked at Li Qing'an again, and said the last sentence in his life with difficulty, "Die in your hands is my glory!"

After saying that, he fell to the sky and died of a horse. Li Qing'an urged his horse to step forward and silently stared at the tenacious opponent. After a while, he sighed softly and ordered: "According to the customs of the Arabs, he will be buried with great strength!"

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Both sides thought that the battle would last for several months, but it ended in just one day. The war was going fast and beyond everyone's expectations. The bloody and tragic war was the most battle between the Tang and Arabs in the years. Both sides used the most violent weapons to carry out the killing to the extreme. In the end, less than a hundred people escaped from the desert and returned to Damascus. The 100,000 Great Food Army was wiped out. A total of 90,000 people were killed, including the chief and deputy commander-in-chief, and only more than 10,000 wounded soldiers were captured. At the same time, 30,000 Tang troops also killed 12,000, and 7,000 were injured. Even more than half of the three thousand soldiers of the Khwarezm king were killed and injured.

Later, historians from both countries jointly named the "Shiva City Meat Grinding War", but the impact of this battle was extremely far-reaching. It made the Arabs unable to cross the Amu River and completely changed the pattern of Central Asia.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the second year of Dali, Li Qing'an led his army back to the river. He came to Nasebo and wrote a letter to Caliph Mansour, who was stationed on the other side of the Amu River.

"I hope we can sit down and have a good talk!"

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Chapter completed!