Chapter 305: The Great War (II)

When Tuli saw Zhishisi's power leading his army toward him, he turned around and looked at Li Ke beside him. Seeing that Li Ke was as calm as a mountain, his expression was firm, and he was not scared of the request for combat orders at all, he knew what Li Ke was thinking.

Tuli signaled to the personal guards beside him. Not long after his personal guards left, when the distance between Zhishili's troops was only 800 meters away from him, he stopped moving forward and sent ten thousand elite cavalry to rush towards Li Ke and Tuli's central military position.

Tuli was not vague. With a wave of his hand, he saw that the elite cavalry of Ten Thousand Ashis also met the 10,000 cavalry brigade that was swaying. The two cavalrymen were white and brown, and they collided together at the same time, like waves hitting a rock, passionately killing intent.

Swords collided, blood splattered, and war horses neighed.

The war between the Turks was also cruel.

The scimitar of the cavalry in brown scrubbed off the enemy's head, and the scimitar of the man in white stabbed into his chest.

This is definitely a contest of strength. The same contest of quantity and quality, and more importantly, a contest of morale. It is obvious that all the sudden gains in these three aspects were lost to Zhishili, or to be precise, to be precise. Regardless of the quality and morale of the soldiers, the ten thousand cavalry he sent out was not the opponent of Zhishili.

Li Ke saw the entire process of Tuli sending troops, but he did not stop it, nor could he give any advice. Zhishili suffered a loss last time, and with his ability, he would definitely not suffer any further this time. Therefore, Li Ke felt that there was no need to make any adjustments in this regard.

As for letting Tuli send troops instead of sending his own ghost-faced cavalry to meet the enemy, Li Ke has a purpose. The function of the ghost-faced cavalry is not to consume the cavalry of the wise power, but to play the role of a surprise soldier and to kill the wise power. He cannot be regarded as a cannon fodder at this time.

Besides, Li Ke had his own thoughts in his mind. His ambition was not the less than 100,000 Turkic cavalry in front of him, so there was no need to use the Ghost Face Rider in advance. The enemy he really valued was Jie Li, the hero Jie Li who was deified by the grassland nation.

The ten thousand elite riders of Tuli were constantly decreasing, and they were indeed not comparable to those of the elite riders around Zhishili. However, they were warriors of Ashi's family and the grassland people on their horses. Therefore, their number was slowly decreasing, and their companions continued to fall under the enemy's scimitar. However, they did not retreat, and they still used their bodies to form a solid city wall. Fortunately, no matter how strong the elite riders around Zhishili were, no matter how fierce they were, they were not afraid of death, and were also blocked from the other side and could not move forward.

Li Ke was watching this and couldn't help but be moved.

Indeed, it is not unreasonable to say that the Turks have been rampant on the grassland for decades. They do have such capital. Because with cavalry like the ones in front of them, they can indeed be called the overlords on the grassland.

Tuli didn't think so. He felt very uncomfortable when he saw the warriors of his tribe fall down one by one. However, he was also shocked by Zhishi's command ability. The last time he defeated Zhishi's power, the soldiers around him were depressed. He didn't expect that he could still have such strong combat power today, which really made Tuli look at Zhishi's power with admiration. At the same time, he had a more understanding of Jie Li.

"Kill--" The white-clothed cavalry who was indifferent to his power was constantly rushing to the defense line of the thunderous cavalry made of brown clothes in front of him. However, they found that as long as the enemy fell, the cavalry behind would rush up to block the hole as soon as possible. Even if he knew that he would die under the opponent's knife like his companions, they were still not afraid.

Zhi Shisili, who was watching the battle from a distance, also saw this situation. His purpose was to show his power in the battle, and he was concerned about the morale of the soldiers on his side. Seeing that he would not tolerate such a situation and continued, he began to mobilize the remaining three thousand subordinates around him, and he was about to prepare to fight in person.

When Li Ke saw Zhi Shisili fighting in person, he said to Meng Shan beside him, "Go and ask Guo Shifeng to prepare for the battle."

"No" Mengshan took the order and left.

Tuli saw that Zhi Shili wanted to lead the battle soldiers to fight in person, and he felt a little worried and under a lot of pressure. Now that he heard Li Ke's order, he knew that he was going to send the Ghost Face Rider, and he couldn't help but feel much more relaxed.

In the opposite camp, Zhi Shisili had finished mobilizing work and led the three thousand elite cavalry beside him to the battle. At this time, Meng Shan came back and told Li Ke that the Ghost Face Cavalry was ready for battle.

Li Ke agreed and followed Meng Shan away from the central army and headed towards the Ghost Face Rider's position.

The five thousand ghost-faced riders are like five thousand devils. What they emit is not murderous aura, but death aura, just like the god of death that comes out of hell. They have no intention of fighting, only killing.

The ghost-faced cavalry was led by five hundred people and arranged into a square formation. When Li Ke walked in front of them, he saw the center of the square formation. Guo Shifeng rode out on a horse.

"Your Highness, the five thousand soldiers of the Ghost Face Cavalry are ready!" said Guo Shifeng.

"Well——" Li Ke nodded, "Do you know who the enemy is ahead?"

"Turkish people-" five thousand soldiers shouted at the same time.

"Wrong—" Li Ke shouted, "They are not Turkic people, they are dead people-"

Li Ke said here, paused for a moment, and continued to shout loudly, "In front of your Ghost Face Cavalry, no matter how many enemies there are in front of you, in your eyes they are dead people, and dead people who need to be killed by you."

"Do you understand?" Li Ke asked loudly.

"Understand-" the five thousand ghost-faced knights roared.

"Do you know your mission?" Li Ke said sternly, "Your mission is to kill the enemy - kill the enemy - kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy - Kill the enemy - Kill the enemy -" the five thousand ghost-faced knights roared.

"Cold" Li Ke pulled out his sword Yuanhong and shouted loudly, "Draw the sword--"

"Sharp" Five thousand Tang swords were unsheathed, and they were as shocked as the claws of five thousand ogres in the sun. What exuded the sword was not fighting spirit, but ambition to die, a courage to move forward bravely, and aspiration to death that the enemy pointed to as Bingfeng.

In the most conspicuous aspect of the five thousand swords, Li Ke saw two different swords, which were the swords that the Ghost Face Rider rewarded to the hard-working soldiers after winning the last battle. They were designed by Li Ke himself to express heroes and honors. Li Ke vaguely remembered that these two were Ren Hu and Wang Zhen.

Li Ke rode forward, came to the two of them, and asked, "Ren Hu and Wang are really right?"

"See Your Highness!" The two of them were also flattered and immediately said with politeness.

"Well-you are so brave, I know you two! You have to work hard in the future!" After Li Ke said that, he gently touched the two of them with his sword.

Although Li Ke's actions were very ordinary, the two of them didn't think so. Li Ke's actions were undoubtedly telling them to pass on their bravery to them. Just imagine who is unknown to the bravery of His Highness the King of Han of the Tang Dynasty. Today, if they want them to accept such gifts, how can they embarrass Li Ke?

"The young general will definitely live up to your highness's expectations!" Ren Hu and Wang Zhen yelled, "Please rest assured your Highness!"

"Well——" Li Ke nodded and said to Guo Shifeng beside him, "Go!"

"No——" Guo Shifeng Ying said, waved his hand, "Wear a mask-—"

Five thousand ghost-faced riders took out their own bronze mask and put it on their faces. The masks were made of bronze, but the color outside was reddish-brown, and the masks were carved with terrifying figures with toothed faces and fangs. Suddenly, the ghost-faced riders seemed to have changed. The evil mask and the death aura on their bodies were like they had just come out of hell.
Chapter completed!