The Great Tang: World Martial God

The guns have not stopped, and strong winds are oncoming.

The breeze hurt his cheeks, and Cheng Chumo knew that if the spear was too powerful, it could not be resisted.

Thinking of this, his legs bent slightly, his body leaned back, the cold blade of iron spear reflected in a pair of eyes, and a cold breath flashed from the tip of his nose.

The suffocating blade wind directly hung the crown on Cheng Chumo's head.

Seeing a miss, Huo Battuo didn't stop, and when the galloping steed and Cheng Chu passed by silently, he turned his iron spear and swept out with his backhand.

Bang.

There was a sound of metal impact.

Cheng Chumo's body just standing upright, only felt that his back was sunken, a trace of coolness penetrated into his skin, and a huge force came from his spine.

In the next second, Cheng Chumo was knocked out.

In the midair, I only felt the blood surging in my chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

boom.

The body hit the side of a Turkic **** heavily, directly knocking the horse back three or four steps in a row.

In the dusty, Cheng Chumo slowly got up, stood up while reading tremblingly, and the pain in his back did not disappear at all.

Slowly lifted the Tang Dao in his right hand, and with this action, the muscles on his back were affected, and the lingering pain struck again.

Cheng Chumo, who was in pain, broke into cold sweat, did not dare to move the right hand holding Tang Dao, slowly raised his eyes.

In the **** field of vision, the Turkic soldier slowly reined in his horse, and after slashing several Datang cavalry beside him, he turned his horse's head ten meters away, slowly raised his spear, and pointed at him.

"Boy! Today is your death date!"

After that, he pinched the horse's belly and rushed over again with his iron spear.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

Is it finished?

Cheng Chumo thought truthfully in his heart.

Suddenly from the corner of his eye, a leopard-shaped banner that must have been hunting appeared.

Is the general flag of the Turkic general!

The flag will move!

At this time, the shogi came too late, so I had to close Cheng Chu's eyes silently.

Cheng Chumo moved in his heart, raised his energy, jumped to his feet, lightly relaxed his ape's arm, and slashed towards the banner.

puff.

The sharp Tang knife slashed through the throat of the Turkic soldier who carried it, and slashed it on the wooden handle of the chess.

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

In Cheng Chumo's blood-red eyes, the huge chess piece slowly broke from the Tang Dao's incision and crashed down.

A flush of jealousy sprayed from the neck of the Turkic soldier carrying the flag, and it rained down on Cheng Chumo's face.

Almost at the same time.

puff.

The machete entered the meat, and the muffled sound of piercing the bones came.

Cheng Chumo only felt the coldness in his left arm, seeping into the bone marrow, and the pain like a broken wrist hit his mind.

Next second.

His mind was dark.

In the last trace of consciousness, a dim voice came into his mind.

"Huobatuo! Pay your life!"

Gradually, there seemed to be a huge force in his sleep, grabbing his right shoulder, and throwing his body onto the horse's back.

Then, it was completely dark in front of me.

...

Looking at the leopard-shaped shogi that was slowly falling on the battlefield, the body of the Turkic soldiers who fought against the Datang cavalry suddenly shook.

Under the protection of dozens of silver armored soldiers, the crimson generals slowly retreated to the rear of the cavalry.

Waiting to go further, he sternly shouted Liu Hongji under his banner.

"Huobatuo is dead! Kill!"

With this violent shout, the surrounding Datang soldiers echoed in unison.

"The Turkic general is dead! Kill!"

"Huobatuo is dead! Go!"

"The Turkic master is dead, kill all the barbarians!"

The flag moves with the general, and this general is where the command of the army is located.

Each soldier is a sentence of charge and retreat.

Now that the flag is down, these Turkic soldiers instantly become helpless, and their hearts retreat greatly.

Huobatuo desperately died under the siege of dozens of silver armors, watching the veteran pull up the half-dead general Tang and fly away.

All the words that the Turkic general was dead heard in his ears, and he couldn't help being frightened.

With a few tricks to parry, he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, leaving the rest of the light drifting around.

Sure enough, in the distance of the battle, some Turkic soldiers began to gallop backward.

What awaited them was a spear with a handle coming in through the back and coming out through the chest. On the tip of the red and white spear, the viscous liquid was connected in a line.

Huobatuo shouted anxiously.

"Come back! I'm not dead yet! Kill these treacherous Han people!"

The wind screamed, and the horse screamed and screamed again and again.

This angry roar was quickly swallowed.

More and more Turkic soldiers flee.

More and more compatriots were pierced and sacked.

On the stalemate battlefield, as the general flag collapsed, the victorious balance began to tilt towards the side of Datang.

The fighting of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty was louder again.

Gradually, the roar of Tang Qizhong's horseshoes became louder, shaking the ground densely like raindrops, overturning like a wave of anger, and smashing toward a large number of disintegrated Turkic cavalry.

The Tang Qi chasing in the front row stopped using Tang Dao as a weapon, and pulled out long bow and arrow feathers from behind.

Whoosh whoosh.

The air was full of buzzing and trembling strings.

Arrow feathers burst out like a galloping meteor, blasting at the disintegrated Turkic soldiers.

Puff puff.

The sound of arrow feathers piercing the animal skins and armor continued to hear, and the fleeing Turkic soldiers began to fall heavily.