Countless war horses crashed to the ground, making mournful sounds, one after another.
Countless people flew out from their horses and fell heavily to the ground, screaming one after another.
It was a chaotic mess for a while, and it was extremely tragic.
However, a more tragic scene suddenly broke out.
Countless people suddenly stood up, with dirt falling from their bodies. They were all gray-headed, with red eyes, like demons emerging from hell. Mo Dao rushed up to chop them in his turn.
The Mo Dao reflects the sunlight, shining brightly and sharply.
With one strike, both men and horses were shattered into pieces, and blood flowed wildly.
"ah!"
My old friend believed in ghosts and gods. Countless people were frightened by this sudden incident. They yelled and fell off their horses. They crowded into a ball and were trampled to death by random horses. However, more people were chopped off their horses by the terrifying Mo Dao.
The Mo Dao is fierce and full of murderous intent.
The Mo Dao spins like a windmill or a meat grinder in the hands of the special forces soldiers, killing all those who stand in front of it. No one is spared, and it is unstoppable.
In the blink of an eye, a layer of corpses lay on the ground, and the blood stained the yellow soil red.
Qin Huaidao didn't use Mo Dao. He made a fine steel horse spear like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole and roaring like a war dragon. It stabbed out a series of spear shadows and cut a gap into the crowded enemies. He roared: "Crush."
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A roar that shocked everyone!
The next moment, Qin Huaidao stepped on the corpses on the ground and rushed forward, as if possessed by the god of war, with an arrogant momentum.
After receiving the order, the men of the special battle group quickly accelerated their attack speed and pressed forward. A thousand people lined up in a row, like a thousand meat grinders rolling forward and crushing them, killing the enemy until their livers and gallbladders were split apart, and they were horrified.
Absolutely.
However, something even more horrifying happened.
"Kill--"
Countless shouts of killing were heard, deafening, and countless people were seen rushing down from both sides of the ravine, with arrows flying, swords fierce, and running like wolves.
"Boom!"
Almost at the same time, thousands of cavalry roared in, filling the entire ravine, like a flood, rolling in with the momentum of swallowing up everything and destroying everything. The leader's eyes were as sharp as lightning, and his body was burning with fighting spirit.
In the past, the God of War rushed in from nine days away.
Some of the cavalrymen who were lucky enough to escape the wire and rushed over were not sure what to do. They stopped, wondering whether to fight back to help or take the opportunity to escape. They were startled when they saw the cavalrymen who suddenly rushed over.
However, the most terrifying thing about cavalry is not the people or the equipment, but the speed.
Cavalry without speed is inferior to infantry.
One side had stopped to wait and see, people were distraught and had no morale. The other side had high morale and rushed forward to pick up heads in the chaos. One was lost and the other was lost. Luo Tong and his men rushed over fiercely, and the horses in his hands were like shadows and lightning. Quickly,
It was so difficult to distinguish with the naked eye that he assassinated more than a dozen people in an instant and rushed to a man who looked like an officer in one breath.
The other party looked down upon Luo Tong's appearance, his face changed drastically, and he asked: "Are you from Tang Dynasty?"
"Barbarian, suffer death." Luo Tong roared angrily and stabbed him fiercely.
The opponent was shocked, and quickly picked up a big knife to chop, blocking the fatal shot. Then he felt his hand move, and knowing that it was going to be bad, he saw a gun shadow roaring towards him, with a terrifying sonic boom, and he quickly swung his hand.
Look at the knife again.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
This man was quite capable, and he blocked Luo Tong from being assassinated three times.
However, Luo Tong's method of Tong Xuan was faster and stronger every time. The terrifying repulsive force made the opponent's arm numb and unable to function properly. Seeing the fourth attack coming, his mind had obviously caught up.
I also thought of defense, but my arms didn't keep up.
"Pfft!"
Ma Cha penetrated the opponent's heart and penetrated behind him.
It was only then that the big sword blocked the horse and struck it hard on the horse's shaft. The horse's shaft shook and the wound widened. The opponent screamed and fell off the horse. He died on the spot with an angry look. Perhaps he didn't understand why before he died.
I will make up for myself.
The attack was successful. Luo Tong looked around and saw that all the enemies who had escaped from the wire were killed. In front of him were the corpses killed by Mo Dao. They were layer upon layer and dense. Even Luo Tong was brave enough to be stunned by this scene.
Shocked, this Mo Dao killing was so terrifying.
The next moment, Luo Tong was ecstatic. The stronger Mo Dao was, the greater his chance of winning. He shouted: "When the opportunity comes to redeem yourself by meritorious deeds, dismount your horses and rush over to pick up the heads."
Everyone heard that it made sense. The enemy had already been suppressed and beaten. Wouldn't it be just a matter of picking people's heads if they rushed forward?
"Kill!"
Countless people fell off their horses and rushed forward waving their swords.
The Turks surrendered their troops and wanted human heads to redeem their lives, and the captured Tang people wanted revenge. Not to mention that killing the enemy could lead to meritorious service and promotion. Who doesn't want to be an officer? Who doesn't want to get rich?
Everyone's eyes were red, and looking at the enemy in front was like seeing ingots of silver and official hats.
"Kill!"
Everyone rushed forward like crazy.
Luo Tong was originally a little worried that the surrendered troops would not be able to take action. After all, they were all Turks and might even switch sides. When he saw everyone going crazy and rushing to kill them, he became convinced and admired Qin Huaidao more and more.
In just a few days, they were trained into an elite force, and they were willing to attack their own people. This has never happened before. No wonder they were able to destroy Goguryeo, conquer Tibet, and put an end to the chaos in the north.
"Hahaha, okay!"
At this moment, Luo Tong laughed excitedly and was in a good mood. The horse in his hand shook and he also rushed forward.
The killing was almost one-sided!
Qin Huaidao led the special battle group to crush all the way, overwhelming the enemy, killing the enemy and retreating one after another.
Cheng Chumo and Fang Yiai, who were outflanking from both sides, were even more fierce generals. They commanded the people to adopt a three-three system of tactics, with three groups in groups, one attacking, one defending, and one supporting. The three joined forces to attack one, and no one could stop them.
When Luo Tong and his men rushed up on foot to support him, the shortcomings of insufficient troops were made up for and became the straw that broke the camel's back. Wherever the enemy could stand, they turned around and ran away, regardless of the life or death of their companions.
However, something appeared that made the enemy despair.
A large army roared in, and each body was very low, almost lying on the horse's back, but long scimitars stretched out from both sides of the war horse, exuding coldness in the sun, like the scythe of death.
This cavalry style of play was very tricky. They did not charge head-on, but came in circles. The team was very long, but they ran in an arc and slashed at them like a scimitar.
The leader was none other than Luo Zhang, with steady and sharp eyes. He led his men to cut through the enemy's perimeter without any unnecessary movements. He charged solely with the speed of his horse. With the help of horse power, he used two long scimitars to cut open the enemy's body.
Blood rushed wildly, and the team was like plowing a courtyard and sweeping a hole.
Although the people behind them had only practiced battle formations for three days, they followed suit. They rushed up on horseback and killed the enemy with their scimitars without making any unnecessary movements. They even lowered their bodies to avoid the attack.
More than a thousand people ran in an arc, slicing through the enemy formation like a huge scimitar, leaving only corpses on the ground. Luo Zhang led the team in a circle and rushed towards them again.
With the first experience, everyone will do better the second time.
Then the third time, the fourth time...
Repeatedly, cutting and bleeding were repeated, and the entrance to the ravine was blocked tightly, preventing the enemy from having a chance to break out.
On one side is the scimitar like a cutting machine, constantly harvesting lives, on the other side is the Mo Dao like a meat grinder, constantly crushing forward, and there are countless people on both sides fighting together with the help of the three-three system, suppressing the enemy.
Wherever the enemy could endure it, it began to collapse.
"Surrender, I surrender!"
I don't know who shouted, the voice was sharp and broken.
Soon some people dropped their weapons and squatted on the ground without moving, holding their heads. Some even lay down and pretended to be dead.
People have a herd mentality. If one person surrenders, others will follow suit.
Soon, the enemy troops surrendered on a large scale. They squatted down and shouted something. However, the generals received an order to die without leaving any survivors. How could they accept the surrender?
The Tang people who were captured as slaves went crazy and were filled with hatred. They did not accept surrender. As for the Turks surrendering their troops, at this moment everyone was only thinking about killing the enemy and performing meritorious service, redeeming themselves, and being promoted. How could they care whether the other party surrendered or not? Although
We are all Turks, but they are not the same tribe. Who cares who lives or lives?
The people of the Tang Dynasty, who had a sense of propriety, justice and integrity, still fought with each other to compete for power, not to mention the uneducated Turks, who only saw profit, survival and reproduction, and the weak preyed on the strong.
To live for yourself, go and die!
Slash the enemy with swords, regardless of whether you surrender or not.
At this moment, the battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
Qin Huaidao was covered in blood from the killing. When he saw the enemy surrendering, he immediately lost interest. He looked around and shouted: "Luo Ying, you command, crush them up and leave no one behind."
"Kill with me!" Luo Ying yelled and gave the command.
Qin Huaidao stationed his horse at the station, panting heavily while observing the battle situation. Seeing that the victory was determined, he felt a little relieved and shouted: "Speed up, don't survive."
Although the captives are good, they are Turks after all and are not of my race. Their minds must be different and we have to guard against them.
Zhao Long signaled the people in the Guards Battalion to disperse and be vigilant. He came to Qin Huaidao and said excitedly: "Young Master, we are sure of victory. We have won again."
"Don't be careless yet. Immediately send two teams to retrieve the horses and spread out for ten miles to conduct reconnaissance to prevent the enemy from coming. Move quickly." Qin Huaidao warned.
"Wang Hu, you are taking a group of people, be careful." Zhao Long immediately made arrangements.
Wang Hu agreed and left with the people.
"Hope no other enemies are coming."
Qin Huaidao secretly thought, looking sharply into the distance with a bit of worry.