The Great Tang: World Martial God

Looking at the cavalry forward in front of him, he has already begun to flee the battlefield. Jie Li Khan's thick eyebrows are raised, and there is a trace of panic on his fat and mad face. Through the noon sun, he retreats faintly a mile away. The Turkic cavalry, said.

"Where is Huobatuo? Where is my Turkic warrior? Dead?"

With a touch of suspicion and a bit of anger.

The rough guy with a big waist and a round waist, wearing a fur hat, squinted his eyes, looked at the messy battlefield, glanced around but did not see the towering leopard flag, and said in surprise.

"Not good! I'm afraid Huo Patuo has been killed!"

"Sweat! Can't wait any longer! Go out!"

Jie Li Khan scanned for a week, and the entire cavalry team had been reduced by more than half.

The flag was down, and the army was unstable. The Turkic cavalry who fleeed in the front had gradually been shot by random arrows, and fell together like mowing grass.

Fortunately, those Tang people were also afraid of the Turkic army being in the rear, rushing for a short period of time and not, rushing up, but after shooting a round of arrows on the spot, they also withdrew to the Tang army.

Glancing at the bottom of the last place, the Huo Patuo that drove from the horse, Jie Li Khan's eyes flashed a little doubt, then he stared wide and shouted.

"What's the use of you! The flag can't be looked after!"

"Come on! Drag it out and chop it!"

Huo Battuo, who led the remnants to return, twitched a few times, his face changed suddenly, and he shouted in horror.

"Sweat! The Han is extremely cunning! His subordinates were also impatient for a while, and the flag was cut off when they failed to kill."

At the end, Huo Patuo actually pleaded, said.

"The subordinate is willing to do it again

Pulling out the scimitar, Jie Li Khan yelled.

"Leopard Master strikes! Kill Tang Qi!"

Woo~

Ooh~

In the Turkic camp, the attack horn sounded.

Boom.

咚咚.

Stepping on the drums, the Turkic soldiers of the fifty thousand leopard divisions lined up instantly, forming the first wave of charge.

"kill!"

The scorching sun shines out of the clouds, and the Turkic soldiers roll with horseshoes, splashing into grass green.

The shocking sound of fighting, the sound waves swept towards Deyang city.

On the vast grassland, the rushing war horses ran for miles, crushing them all the way to the south.

Under the bright sky, it seemed that the wind was also faintly murderous.

The Datang cavalry between the two armies saw a black line from the horizon surge like a tide.

There was a stern shout from the Crimson General's banner.

"withdraw!"

The people moved with the flag, and the remaining four thousand soldiers on the battlefield put away their longbows, turned their horses' heads, and desperately headed towards the Datang army.

Almost at the same moment.

Woo~

Ooh~

In the Datang Barracks, the melodious horn sounded again.

Boom.

咚咚.

The big-waisted drummers, with their upper bodies naked, shake off their arms, and beat the drumhead vigorously.

On the stage of the watchtower handsome.

Li Jing looked at the black line on the horizon, like a Turkic soldier used by the vast black torrent, his complexion became dignified, and he shouted.

"Shield soldiers meet the enemy!"

Between the roars, the soldiers behind him waved various flags.

Among the five major barracks, the cavalry sent the command to see the head of the city and rushed with flags.

"Shield soldiers meet the enemy!"

High-pitched and loud voices passed between the army.

The drum beats abruptly.

The soldiers in the front row of the barracks all stepped forward, lined up in several square formations, holding spears, slowly advancing forward.

Huh.

Huh.

Huh.

The great sword patted the wide shield surface rhythmically, making a dull loud noise.

When the Turkic cavalry was still one mile away, a clear whistle came.

"Array!"

Boom boom boom.

All the soldiers plunged their shields into the soil, and a row of soldiers armed with spears followed.

A spear protruded like a forest, making a defensive posture.

Eight hundred meters.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

While the general screamed "prepare".

The longbowmen in the rear array began to wind up.

Almost at the same moment, the same command was also sounded from the opposing Turkic cavalry team.

Each of the crossbows raised their arrows to point to the sky, and the bowstrings creaked.

"put!"

Almost at the same moment.

The rain of arrows came out from the string all over the sky, with noisy sounds, densely thrown into the sky.

Countless black shadows flew high to the highest point, collided with the arrows coming straight from the opponent, and fell weakly.

Or staggered past, following the original trajectory, flying towards the place to cover the formation.

The infantry general ran on his horse and stood with the archer behind the formation.

Looking at the firmament, when dense black shadows rose to the sky, he shouted.

"Hold your shield!"

Except for the shield hands in the first row, the sword and shield soldiers sandwiched between the spears and the long soldiers raised their shields together, pulling their companions to cover them together.

Thousands of arrows fell down.

One of the first arrows rained down and nailed to the iron and copper-clad shield with a bang.

Next second.

呯呯呯.

The sound of scouring like a torrential rain hitting plantains followed one after another.

Some arrows were bounced off the shield and fell to the ground.

More than a dozen arrows were inserted on some shields.

More are plunged directly into the soil.

In the buzzing and restless sound, someone screamed, the body of the arrow fell to the ground, twisted and rolled.

People continue to come up to make up for the gap.

The first round of arrow rain did not cause much damage.

On the other hand, the Turkic cavalry, which was lightly loaded and simple, rushed all the way, splashed with a lot of blood under the first round of arrow rain.

Some borderless horses, accompanied by the sound of the rumbling horse hooves, are still sprinting forward.

Even some war horses dragged the corpses hung on their stirrups, dragging them all the way, soaking a blood-red mark.

After a wave of arrow rain, those Turkic soldiers who were not afraid of death, their eyes gradually became blood red, struggling to beat their hip mounts, lying on their horsebacks, staring at the row of iron walls nearly 100 meters away.