The Great Tang: World Martial God

"Wu Tong!"

"General Wu!"

Two roars came out from both ends of the Goguryeo army in tandem.

The vermilion Tang-character banner swayed with the wind, and the black war horse, Tang Hao in silver armor let out a scream, the arrow stuck in Wu Tong's chest was reflected in his eyes, and his heart suddenly fell into the ice cellar.

He tightened his horse's belly and ran towards the falling figure.

Yan Shou saw the galloping silver armored figure, his heart suddenly chilled, Hui Zhen lingering in his ears, and the heartbreaking howl, his heart retreated greatly.

Quietly, he urged the horses to gallop backwards towards the valley mouth of the valley.

"Go! Withdraw!"

Yanshou naturally knew the power of Tang Hao's fine soldiers.

Tang Hao let out a heart-wrenching scream, it must be the person who was shot into the air by himself is extremely important.

If you don't take advantage of this gap to escape, 80% of you will be killed in this valley.

Regardless of the soldiers who were still doubting, Yanshou took a breath and squeezed the soldiers beside him, screaming violently.

"Go away!"

"Want to escape?"

The violent drink like a beast came from a distance behind him.

Yan Shou's heart suddenly tightened, knowing that it was Tang Hao who had already comforted the injured person and wanted to kill himself.

The horse's calves slammed down the hips, and the sound of "driving" came from the horse's back.

The bow and arrow and the saber had long been lost, and the whip in his hand became the only tool for fleeing, struggling to beat the Goguryeo **** who was blocking the way beside him, clamoring away words in his mouth.

On the bumpy horseback, his heart was about to jump out of his heart at the moment of life extension. He knew that at this moment was his only chance of life. Before Tang Hao could catch up, and when his men did not react, he even took advantage of these gallops. The coming Tang Bing hasn't reacted yet.

Whoosh.

The sound of breaking through the air interrupted Yanshou's cranky thoughts.

The vest seemed to have a chill fast approaching, and instinctively moved slightly to the side.

Tearing.

The clothes were torn, and the sound of sharp blades piercing through the flesh came out.

next moment.

The right arm was suddenly empty, and something fell straight down.

A pain of being abruptly torn apart came from his right shoulder, Yanshou's face suddenly paled, and a sense of dizziness that turned around.

He subconsciously hugged the horse's neck, which was able to stabilize the body that almost fell under the horse.

Through cold sweat and bewildered eyes, a fleshy blade fell smoothly from the corner of the eye in the peripheral light.

After all, I guessed wrong. It was not an arrow that struck, but a spear that was thrown.

Dou Da's eyes fell in cold sweat, Yanshou completely collapsed on the horse, his twisted face buried deep in the floating horsemane, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Tang Hao, I greet your old lady."

...

The general abandoned his **** and fled, and the Goguryeo army began to lose heart.

The original vigorous offensive, also under the tribe brought by the two thousand Jiashi and Gao Zhenxing, instantly collapsed and collapsed.

Several cavalry began to diverge, cutting the battlefield like a pack of wolves, and the battlefield rolled out of ravines like a grind. The whole army of Goguryeo was gathered by the intertwined wolves and divided into smaller and smaller teams.

The blade slid across the neck, and the human chest, the Goguryeo soldier fleeing in horror was smashed to the ground alive, horseshoes stepped on a warm body, squeezed out blood, and stomped the bones with a creak.

On the earth that was soaked in blood red, some people could not bear such fierce killings.

Click.

There was the sound of sword throwing.

The bloodied figure knelt on the ground, spit out vague Chinese words.

"Don't kill...Don't kill me, I surrender...I surrender."

After a while, more noise came out.

Rows of soldiers knelt down in a circle, speaking different words, shaking and begging for mercy.

Cheng Chu silently glanced at the foot of the cliff, quietly hugged Wu Tong, the tear-stained figure on his face, kicked over the figure on the ground, his face turned hideous.

"Who allows you to surrender?"

"Today, your blood is used to sacrifice swords! Not to beg for mercy!"

The big knife in his hand slashed out with a bang, bleeding mist exploded on the top of Jiang's head, and the cut figure suddenly fell down at the moment the knife was drawn.

The blood-sprayed knife light drew a dazzling light, waving both palms, and the talking head was still rolling on the ground with a panic-stricken expression.

The remaining rows of soldiers screamed in horror, and their bodies kneeling on the ground with their faces covered could not stop trembling.

In the entire Goguryeo army, many figures crawled down and surrendered.

The figure with a big sword walked into the group of strangely dressed soldiers, some people gesticulated with words that they didn't understand, and the next moment they were cut off their heads by the big sword.

The big rough palm grabbed the knotted whip, kicked the silhouette of the screaming figure with a broken arm, and dragged it towards the crowd.

A figure stopped the general's figure, and the blade of the guard next to him came over.

The cold breath spread from between the necks and all over the body, making them never dared to move again.

There were sad shadows in Cheng Chumo's red eyes, and even the dragging figures screamed, they couldn't make any waves.

The noise gradually stopped at this moment, and the soldiers of Datang, the kneeling generals and soldiers all looked over.

This culprit will eventually face punishment from Datang.