The Great Tang: World Martial God

On the ridge.

A vermilion flag gradually emerged, standing on a high place, moving with the breeze.

The black warhorse raised its head vigorously and hissed, the silver spear stuck in the mud, the tip of the spear hung on the wet ground, and a pair of indifferent eyes reflected the two fighting parties at the foot of the mountain.

Behind him, when the bright red cloak turned, more shouts emerged from the mountainside and the valley mouth.

His eyes moved to the valley mouth, the blue cloak followed the charge of the figure, dragging a long shadow behind him, and a large number of steppers rushed towards the bloated long snake like Hong Tao.

The corners of the calm figure's mouth raised slightly, and with a smile of relief, he spoke slowly.

"Gao Zhenxing, an iron man, really lives up to my expectations."

Wu Tong next to him looked at the vast and weak figure like an ant, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"In this battle, many generals are destined to grow up and become the mainstay of the Tang Dynasty."

"There is more than just one high-level talent that can grow under the father-in-law."

All eyes were facing each other, and they smiled at each other.

On the mountainside, the shadows of the trees shook, and a large number of boulders squeezed out of the green, teetering.

In the faint voice, the generals hissed, and the boulders rolled along the entire steep hillside, and the small branches creaked. After a while, it rolled faster and faster, rushing towards the bottom of the hillside.

Some boulders hit the sturdy tree trunks during the tumbling, and the green shade of the earthquake swayed. As soon as the master did not move, they were pushed and hit by the continuous falling rocks on the mountainside, and finally brought out a rumbling noise and collapsed all the way to a short distance. The bushes dashed down like an unstoppable force.

Tang Hao let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to pinch the handle of the silver spear, and lay it horizontally in his hand.

Looking down at the entire battle, his eyes were cold, and he spoke.

"Thirty thousand soldiers were cut on both ends, and Goguryeo is very likely to be beaten on one end."

"After resting for a few months, it's time to relax my muscles and bones!"

"Wolf pups on the grassland, it's time for you to show off!"

Enough power is transmitted to the right hand, and the gentian spear will fade out as if the gentian's spear is inductive, and the dragon croaks faintly.

Wu Qi carried a mighty body, and the man stood up, with a low voice echoing on the ridge.

"Crush them!"

The rows of horseshoes that lightly stepped on the spot turned into a huge roar in the next second. Under the golden brilliance of the sun, two thousand cavalry set off huge waves like mountains and seas, and rammed toward the valley mouth.

...

When the surrounding roar remembered.

Yanshou, who was still fighting against Yuchi Jingde, suddenly shook his figure, and shook off Yuchi Jingde's chopping, pulling over the rein of the horse and pulling away.

In the eyes looking up, stones the size of a millstone rushed towards the army under his command.

Yanshou's wide-open eyes almost burst out of his eye sockets, bursting out of his chest with a broken voice.

"Ambush in the mountains, avoid! Avoid!"

Rumbling.

The boulder crashed into the crowded crowd.

Beyond Zan moving heads, Yan Shou saw many soldiers being thrown into the air, and screams erupted in the team.

More rocks rolled rapidly on the hillside, or were blocked by mountains and rocks, leaving an afterimage in the air, and shot into the army. The area of ​​crushing instantly expanded, and the entire Chinese army fled to both sides. The figure, huge rocks crushed the flattened corpse on the ground in a pool of blood, and crashed into the cliff on the other side, shaking the rocks on the cliff wall, and the mud fell down.

Yan Shou was in the forefront of the charge, so naturally he couldn't see the tragic scene, but the soldiers who fled for their lives rushed to the front, and the horror in his eyes silently told him the whereabouts of the tragic soldiers of the Chinese Army.

The arm trembled faintly due to the fierce battle just now, and the hand holding the scimitar was as painful as if a finger bone was forcibly broken. Yan Shou suddenly glanced at Hui Zhen who was still struggling to fight, and a hatred suddenly grew in his heart.

If it weren't for Huizheng's repeated agitation before, and Anshicheng actively released the arrow, he would surely ascertain the situation of the entire mountain forest, how could he suffer from the ambush in front of him?

Yu Guang glanced at that Yuchi Jingde who was entangled by three or five Mohe soldiers.

This veteran who is about to be late doesn't seem to feel a bit tired, but the more he fights and the bravery!

The Chinese army was attacked by a rolling stone, and Yuchi Jingde, a tiger entrenched in front, gradually retreated in Yanshou's heart.

Just as he was about to speak, the messengers with flags of various colors galloped from behind.

The blood-stained armor, ticking down the blood stains, blood and sweat mixed on the horrified face, adding a bit of embarrassment to this figure.

"The general...is besieged..."

The panting figure, gasping for breath, intermittently recounted what happened behind the army.

"The Modao team... Datang's Modao team... marching towards Yanai at the mouth of the valley!"

When the words fell, Yanshou Yi Mo's heart completely fell to the bottom.

The back road is cut off!

He completely became the turtle in the urn!

"Damn it! Tang Hao, a treacherous dog thief! I'm sure to break your body into pieces."

Yanshou looked up to the sky and screamed, the heart-piercing voice with a sorrowful scream, and clear tears mixed in on the blood-stained cheeks.

"What the **** are you doing! There is still no leisure to enjoy the scenery!"

With a roar from his side, Hui Zhen put on a broken beast armor, holding a heavy knife, and looking over with a **** face.

Meeting those slightly sad eyes, Huizhen's eyes were murderous, and his sword pointed directly at the looming Anshi city.

"The back road is blocked, just go through the **** road of his mother!"

"No matter how **** hesitating, we all have to finish playing!"

Perhaps it was this bloodiness that inspired the fighting spirit to extend life. He held the scimitar tightly in his hand, straightened his waist, and pointed the horizontal knife towards Yuchi Jingde.

"Brother Huizhen is right, and his mother will take this old man's sacrificial knife!"