Cheng Peng rode a unicorn horse that was much taller than an ordinary war horse and held a spear of ice and snow that looked like blue crystal. He rushed into the Turkic army with overwhelming force.
As the saying goes, "If you have more than a thousand soldiers, there is no border; if you have more than ten thousand soldiers, there is no border." The Turkic army was more than tens of thousands! As soon as Cheng Peng rushed in, he felt that there were enemies everywhere, including those crazy Turkic warriors.
They roared, screamed, brandished all kinds of weapons, and rushed towards him desperately, trying to knock him off his horse and chop him into pieces.
But how could Cheng Peng be afraid of this kind of formation? What he was least afraid of was fighting on the battlefield!
With a long roar, white mist suddenly rose from the Ice and Snow Spear, shrouding everything around him. All enemies who entered the mist, whether they were humans, horses, or even swords, guns and arrows, were all covered with a thin layer of mist.
Frost's speed also slowed down involuntarily.
They are slow, but Cheng Peng's gun is not slow! On the battlefield, it is life and death, and the enemy's negligence is your chance of victory!
As the situation waxed and waned, his charge became more fierce. The ice and snow spears set off gusts of wind. The strong winds caused the Turkic soldiers to stagger around. Not only did they knock him off their horses, they just wanted to block his move.
It is simply impossible to stop him!
Cheng Peng rode his horse to charge among the Turkic troops, passing through the defense lines and defeating countless Turks soldiers and horses. He felt that the enemy in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure on the gun was getting stronger and stronger.
If it had been anyone else, at this moment, instead of breaking out quickly before losing mobility, they would have to weigh whether to rush forward at once, so as not to bury themselves in this mighty army.
But Cheng Peng is not someone else!
The spear of ice and snow waved like the wind, bringing up trails of ice and blood, killing the surrounding Turkic soldiers, causing roars and cheers to ring out in the air from time to time - this was Cheng Peng knocking down a hundred enemies.
As a fierce general, his "step into formation" skill is activated.
Every time a march is launched, the morale of the Turkic army declines by one point, and the strength of their warriors also weakens by one point.
Of course, if Cheng Peng was the only one here, even if he had only three heads and six arms, he would not be able to kill hundreds of thousands of Turkic troops.
But he is not just one person!
Behind him, in front of the Turkic army that was roaring towards Chang'an and planning to plunder wantonly, countless players were opening the star gates and swarming in from all worlds.
"Taoist Priest, how did you avoid the constraints of the system?" Wei Zhun looked at the illusion of dragons and tigers floating in the sky, listened to the roaring war songs, and ignored the countless players around him who were shouting and rushing towards the Turks.
The two armies were fighting together. They dragged Wei Ye in confusion and asked, "Isn't this a big plot unfolding? At this time, others can't get in at all, right?"
"Do you remember the military order I asked for from the Young Marshal before?" Wei Ye smiled mysteriously, his face full of pride. "That military order gave me the power to urgently recruit troops."
Wei Zhun was also a man who was good at resourcefulness. He understood immediately and exclaimed: "Could it be that... you recruited these urgently? How come there are so many of them?"
"Actually, it's not as many as you think..." Wei Ye raised his eyebrows and counted on his fingers, "I am recruiting brothers from the Yellow Turban Army, and Cheng Pojun is recruiting from the West.
The old troops of the Yuan Army, as well as some big bosses, each sent recruitment orders to the soldiers who theoretically belong to their own subordinates..."
Wei Zhun made some calculations and couldn't help but shed a cold sweat.
Is this still called "not much"?
"Forget it, don't think about those boring math problems!" Wei Ye happily pulled out his silver sword, pointed it forward, patted the sitting giant bear's head, and shouted loudly, "Young man! Now is the time to fight.
time!"
"As is customary, I announce - the bear is on its way!"
Before he finished speaking, the giant bear let out a wild roar and rushed towards the Turkic army at a speed no less than that of a galloping horse, leading his knights in a killing spree.
"What should we do?" Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling and Li Shimin looked at each other - the development of the matter was beyond their expectations.
The most dramatic thing in the world is when you have made up your mind to sacrifice your life for justice, but in the end, you turn defeat into victory. Not only do you not have to die, but you can also kill the enemy to ashes.
But Kou Zhong is the protagonist after all, and he reacted very quickly. He immediately thought of what was most important at the moment, and said hurriedly: "Does what Brother Shimin said just now still count?"
Li Shimin was stunned. He looked back at Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji, whose faces were pale and surrounded by people, as if they were prisoners. He looked at the mighty army of players around them, and then looked at the fallen soldiers in the Turkic army.
Flag - Under the flag, there is a peerless hero like a ghost who is fighting endlessly.
If you lead a large army and face such enemies and heroes, can you stop them?
Of course it can’t be stopped!
In this case, what is there to hesitate about?
After understanding this, he sighed and lowered his head.
"What I saw today is that the Young Marshal's army is what everyone expected. How could Li Shimin dare to go against the will of heaven!" He gritted his teeth and finally said the most important sentence, "The Li family surrenders!"
After saying these words, Kou Zhong laughed loudly and patted Li Shimin on the shoulder: "Then as agreed in Luoyang, brother Shimin will be my prime minister!"
Li Shimin had a wry smile on his face, but he did not refuse.
Although Kou Zhong took a big risk this time, he gained a lot in the end. He was not afraid of Li Tang's army, but it was really gratifying to be able to subdue a peerless talent like Li Shimin.
Not only that, after this battle, I believe that the Turks, who have always caused trouble in the Central Plains, will be severely damaged. At least two generations will not be able to recover their vitality, and the land of China will have a stable life for decades.
His heart was full of joy, and he was about to pull out the moon from the well and rush over together, but he heard a voice coming from the enemy formation.
"Wu Zun...Wu Zun...Wu Zun is dead!"
The sound was extremely panicked, as if his parents had died - no, it was much more miserable than the usual screams of a child whose parents had died. It was almost like a businessman who had lost all his money and was about to be arrested by his creditor.
He is like a miser who cuts off his flesh and sells it to pay off his debts!
The sound was very small at the beginning, but soon spread, like thunder surging back and forth among the Turkic army, knocking their already low morale even further. Many active people were already looking around, looking for
Escape route.
In this chaos, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.
"Bi Xuan has already been executed. Jie Li, my son, why don't you dismount and surrender?"
This man was not yelling wildly, but his steady voice echoed in the mountains and plains like thunder in the summer sky, buzzing.
Xu Ziling shook his head and sighed: "Although my kung fu is improving day by day, it seems that the distance between me and my eldest brother has not shortened at all!"
Kou Zhong laughed loudly: "Then after the celebration banquet, you can ask eldest brother for advice!"
The only person they call big brother is Cheng Peng.
At this moment, he was carrying a burly corpse in one hand and a heavy spear in the other, as if entering a no-man's land, rushing towards the Turkic golden wolf flag.
This corpse is that of Bixuan, the warrior warrior whom the Turks regard as a god, and the spear is the weapon for which Bixuan is famous, the Moon Mark Spear.
Under the banner of Golden Wolf, Jieli Khan's face turned earth-colored and he shouted, "Magic, save me!"
But not far away from him, the magician Zhao Deyan, one of the eight masters of the magic sect, had a face as dark as water and remained motionless.
He didn't dare to move.
Because a very kind voice sounded beside him just now and only said a few words.
"Do you still remember the result of the competition between Zheng Peng and you yesterday?"
Of course he remembers!
Yesterday, Cheng Peng suddenly arrived and dueled him in a duel as the master of Butian Pavilion. Not only did he win his piece of the Heavenly Demon Strategy, but he was also ordered not to help the Turks.
How dare he move at this moment!
He had an impression of the voice next to him... It was Shi Zhixuan, the notary of that duel, the strongest grandmaster of the Demon Sect!
If he dared not keep his promise... Since Bi Xuan was dead and Zhao Deyan did not dare to move, then Jieli Khan naturally had no choice but to surrender in front of Cheng Peng who was charging towards him.
A moment later, with the message "The Turkic general Jieli Khan was captured by Cheng Peng and surrendered, the battle is over", bursts of cheers erupted on the battlefield.
"Cheng Peng, who broke the army, is well-deserved!" Li Shimin was convinced and praised.
Following this admiration, Cheng Peng received a new system prompt.
[Your legendary reputation will last forever, and the name "Cheng Pojun" will be resounding throughout the world!]
