The general turned around and looked at Mansour behind him in a confused look.

Suddenly, they screamed in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, almost all the big-food cavalry inside the two sides activated their war horses and rushed towards them desperately. Mansour, wearing golden armor, changed into a look of horror, and hurriedly turned around and retreated under the protection of the guards on both sides, quickly disappeared among the dense cavalry behind.

The general turned around in shock.

A broken corpse roared over.

He was caught off guard and was beaten to the point of falling down the horse. He glanced at the familiar face on the dead body beside him and struggled to get up quickly. Just as he got up, a blood-red figure suddenly appeared in his sight. A blood-red weapon roared and fell. He subconsciously raised the scimitar in his hand, but it seemed as if a mountain was smashed down. The scimitar fell like a straw with the weapon...

"kill!"

Yang Feng stood beside the rotten meat that was photographed as a lump, holding up his mace and yelling.

The next moment, the mace swept out.

The three Dashi cavalry in front of him, including the people and the horses, instantly turned into splashing flesh and blood. At the same time, two spears on both sides stabbed him hard. Yang Feng, who had no reaction, didn't even look at him. Then he took the lead two steps and swept the mace again, and three Dashi cavalry flew away. The two Dashi cavalry who had just stabbed him looked at the spears in his hand in a daze, and suddenly two horse snails pierced their chests. Two cavalry behind Yang Feng shook their horse snails at the same time, and the two dead bodies were lifted to the ground. Five hundred cavalrymen behind these two kept forming formations for a moment. The Dashi cavalry attacking the outer side attacked them futilely with bows and arrows. The dense sharp arrows kept hitting the solid iron armor on the people and war horses, and then they were bounced under the horse's hooves.

At this moment, the Dashi cavalry suddenly became in chaos, and then countless Persian cavalry crashed into them like beasts, spearing, slashing, and fighting horses. These Persian cavalry sounded the horn of the decisive battle.

These are those who didn't dare to step forward just now.

The frenzy of an invincible general on the battlefield of cold weapons can instantly turn ordinary soldiers into warriors, while the frenzy of a war god will turn people into madmen. Looking at Yang Feng, who wielded 800 pounds of maces and kept smashing the most elite guards of Dashi into rotten meat, watching him and five hundred cavalry raging like a group of rhinos rushing into the flock of sheep, watching the big food soldiers fleeing in front of him with horror and screaming, the fear of these Persian cavalry disappeared, and then hatred, greed, and the rapid soaring adrenaline made them instantly turn into crazy beasts.

And not only are these beasts, but more and more are pouring into the battlefield behind them.

Yang Xianzhong's cavalry arrived immediately.

The five thousand thunder cavalrymen who had completed the assembly array rushed to the battlefield without any hesitation. Although there was no Mingguang Armor, these Yang Feng's most loyal servants still had equipment that even exceeded the Dashi Guards.

They are chain plate armor.

In other words, the four-mirror armor that later spread to almost all Musili countries, including their war horses, actually equipped with cheap leather vests, and iron armor on their chests and horse heads. Such cavalry was equivalent to the later Dashi heavy cavalry, and five thousand such cavalry were put into the battlefield and gave the Dashi people a heavy blow as if they were heavy punches. The left wing of the Dashi Army, which faced their attack, quickly began to defeat.

But this is not over, because immediately afterwards, the 10,000 elite Khorasan legion led by Abu Musilin himself also joined the battlefield.

This was another heavy blow.

Although Yang Feng was showing his devilish strength, in fact, except for the Dashi Army in the middle who was in the middle, he was driven away by the cavalry and the Persian soldiers following him, most of the other Dashi soldiers were not afraid of him because they could not see him at all because of the distance. Since he could not see Yang Feng, he would not be afraid of these Dashi soldiers no matter how unscientific he was. Such a battlefield stretched dozens of miles, and the two wings could not see what was happening in the middle.

But Abu Musilin was feared by them.

Because everyone in the Dashi Army knew him.

When this powerful general of the Dashi Empire led his subordinates, the most powerful legion of the empire, crashed into the right wing of the Dashi Army, someone even immediately began to flee without fighting. They had fought side by side with the Khorasan Legion many times, of course they knew very well that they could not defeat this legion.

In fact, many big food troops are running away.

Especially the middle lane attacked by Yang Feng had already been driven away by the ducks at this time.

No one on the battlefield of cold weapons could withstand his edge. With Yang Feng as the core, with five hundred cavalrymen as the core, nearly 10,000 Persian and Sogdian soldiers behind him formed a terrifying cavalry assault formation. He kept moving forward with the 800-pound mace opening, trampling all the Dashi cavalry who dared to stop them under the horse's hooves. Of course, not many Dashi cavalry dared to stop them. The fear brought by Yang Feng's figure as a demon was spreading to both sides like a plague, and more Dashi cavalrymen joined the ranks of fleeing.

"Ma, this is not as good as the Eight Banners! Even the Jin soldiers can't compare!"

Yang Feng stopped and said contemptuously.

In front of him was a river water of more than a hundred meters wide, and countless defeated cavalrymen were rushing into the river in horror, rushing to the other side of the river surface where it was still dry.

This is the Tigris River.

The almost exhausted cavalry behind him took the horses and took out milk lumps to replenish their energy. The horses also lowered their heads and ate the wheat seedlings on the ground. They had already carved through the formation of the big cannibals. Behind them, more Persian cavalry and Sogdian cavalry were chasing the fleeing cavalry like carnivals, cutting off their heads, snatching their war horses, and even snatching off valuable things from them. Although they were speechless, the Sogdian soldiers and Persian soldiers were still busy and laughing in their own language. Men's friendship was the easiest to establish at this time.

"How many brothers have died?"

Yang Feng looked at the water of the Tigris River and asked a subordinate behind him.

"Hui Jieshuai, thirty of them died, and more than fifty brothers were injured, but they were all slightly injured."

That subordinate answered.

"Stay here to rest and wait for me to come back!"

Yang Feng nodded and said.

After saying that, he dragged his mace straight to the left wing of the Dashi Army. The subordinates and other cavalrymen looked at each other, and they collapsed to the ground exhausted, and even their war horses collapsed to the ground. The Persian and Sogdian cavalry who had looted the spoils looked at them with awe, looking at these Tang warriors who seemed like gods.

There is no suspense about this battle.

When Yang Feng dragged his mace to the middle of the Dashi cavalry on the left wing from the rear, nearly 20,000 Dashi Army immediately collapsed. The Dashi cavalry, who could barely support under the attack of more than 10,000 Tuqishi and Sogdian coalition forces, suddenly crashed into such a monster behind him. If it didn't collapse, it would be a miracle. All the Dashi soldiers scattered in horror and fled desperately towards the west bank of the Tigris River. Yang Xianzhong led his subordinates to continue chasing. Yang Feng turned around and went to meet Abu Musilin, but before he could kill him, the Dashi army over there was already defeated, and the middle and left wings were defeated. Of course, they could not continue to support. Moreover, the total number of Khorasan army that joined the battlefield at this time had exceeded 20,000, and the troops were about the same as the Dashi army. They were still rushing to arrive later. If the Dashi army didn't run away, it would be a fool.

However, they could not escape to the west bank of the Tigris River. Because they were on the east side of the battlefield, they could only escape south. The task of pursuing them was handed over to the Khorasan Legion who arrived behind them.

Yang Feng and all the participating troops entered Bagubai City to rest for one night. The next day, after the subsequent armies arrived one after another, they directly formed a flat-push formation with 100,000 troops, sandwiched the Diyala River, and continued to sweep southward. Another 50,000 were divided into 50,000 to cross the Tigris River, and from the west bank of the Tigris River to the south. Two days later, the locust army arrived at Taixifeng. However, the capital of the Sassanid Dynasty is now the fortress of the Great Food Army. Mansour, who escaped from Bagubai, continued to flee to Kufa while crossing the Tigris River, left 20,000 soldiers to block Yang Feng's army in this fortress, so the coalition forces must first capture this fortress before continuing to march towards Kufa.

"I'm really curious, why do you believe in the great cannibal gods?"

Yang Feng looked at the castle in Taixifeng and said to Abu Musilin beside him: "If it is understandable that those ordinary soldiers don't understand anything, but you have been to the hometown of Dazheren, you should know everything there! Then tell me, where is Hanzhi?"

Abu Musilin silently.

"Poverty, drought, wilderness, even the grass that grazed sheep. If you want to survive, you can only ride a camel to find small and small oasis in the hot desert. The only thing that can continue to provide food is dates, not even Khorasan, let alone Babylonia. Compared with Tessifon, their so-called city is more like a sheep pen. There is no river with water all year round, and no land suitable for cultivation, it is completely like a piece of wasteland abandoned by gods. Why do you believe that sages can be born there?

Can the gods pay special attention to this poor mountain valley where birds do not shit?

If the gods favor them very much, why not give them a small river, even if it is like the Diyala River?

Poor mountains and bad waters cannot produce sages.

Poor mountains and bad waters are prone to troublemakers!"

Yang Feng continued.

"General, let's change the topic!"

Abu Musilin sighed and said.

"Well, it seems you don't need this magnificent arch anymore!"

Yang Feng said.
Chapter completed!