The front of the gun is not stopped, and the strong wind is coming.


    The strong wind makes his cheeks ache. Chumo knows that this spear is too powerful to resist.


    With this in mind, the legs are slightly bent, the body is tilted back, the iron spear cold blade is reflected in one eye, and the cold breath flashes from the tip of the nose.


    The suffocating blade wind directly hangs off Chumo''s crown tassel.


    Seeing that he missed the blow, the fire did not stop. When the galloping horse passed Chumo, he turned the iron spear and swept out with a backhand.


    Bang.


    A metal crash came.


    Chumo just stood upright and felt that the nail on his back was sunken. A trace of coolness penetrated into his skin, and great strength came from his spine.


    The next second, Chumo is knocked out.


    In the middle of the air, I only felt the blood surging in my chest and a mouthful of blood gushing out.


    Bang.


    The body slammed heavily on the side of a Turkic soldier horse, directly knocking the horse back three or four steps.


    Chumo gets up slowly in the dust. He stands up trembling as he reads. The pain on his back doesn''t dissipate at all.


    Slowly lift the right Tang Dao. With this action, it affects the muscles on the back, and the sharp pain like lingchi strikes again.


    Chumo, who was in pain, was sweating. He dared not touch his right hand holding Tang Dao and slowly raised his eyes.


    In the bloody vision, the Turk soldier slowly reined in his horse and killed several Tang cavalry beside him. Ten meters away, he turned his horse''s head, slowly raised his spearhead and pointed at himself.


    "Boy, today is your death!"


    After saying that, a horse belly, waved an iron spear and rushed over again.


    Ten meters.


    Eight meters.


    Is it over?


    Chumo thinks truthfully.


    Suddenly, a leopard shaped flag that must be hunting appeared in the corner of my eyes.


    It''s the flag of the Turkic general!


    The flag will follow!


    At this time, the general chess came late, so he had to close Chumo''s eyes.


    Chumo''s heart moved, lifted his strength, jumped up, relaxed his ape arm, and chopped at the flag.


    Poof.


    The sharp Tang Dao passed through the throat of the Turkic soldier who carried it, and cut on the wooden handle of the general chess.


    Click.


    A crisp sound came.


    In the blood red eyes of Cheng Mo, the huge general chess slowly broke from the Tang Dao incision and fell down.


    The Turkic soldiers carrying the flag sprayed out of their necks and poured like raindrops on Chumo''s face.


    Almost at the same time.


    Poof.


    When the machete went into the flesh, the dull sound of stabbing the bone came.


    Chumo feels the cold in his left arm, seeping into the bone marrow, and the pain like a broken wrist hits his mind.


    Next second.


    My mind was dark.


    In the last trace of consciousness, a hazy voice came into my mind.


    "Huo Batuo! Take your life!"


    Gradually, there seemed to be a great force in his sleep. He pulled his right shoulder and threw his body onto the horse''s back.


    Then it was completely dark.


    ……


    Looking at the leopard shaped general chess falling slowly on the battlefield, the body of the Turkic soldiers who fought with the Tang cavalry suddenly shook.


    The red flag retreated slowly to the rear of the cavalry under the protection of dozens of silver soldiers.


    Stay far away and drink Liu Hongji.


    "Huobatuo is dead! Kill!"


    With the sound of drinking, the Tang soldiers around echoed in unison.


    "The Turkic general is dead! Kill!"


    "The fire is dead! Rush!"


    "The Turk master is dead. Kill all these barbarians!"


    The flag moves with the general. The general''s flag is the place of a military order.


    Every soldier is a sentence of charging and retreating the flag.


    Now that the flag had fallen, these Turkic soldiers suddenly became helpless and their retreat increased greatly.


    Huo Batuo fought to death under the siege of dozens of silver armor, and watched the old general drag the half dead Tang general and gallop away.


    His ears were full of words about the death of the Turkic general, and he couldn''t help being shocked and angry in his heart.


    Parry a few moves, the fire pulled the reins, turned the horse''s head, and Yu Guang wandered around.


    Sure enough, in the distance of the battle, some Turkic soldiers began to gallop back with their horses.


    What was waiting for them was a spear that went in through the back and out through the chest. On the red and white spear tip, there was a line of viscous liquid.


    Huobatuo shouted in a hurry.


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


    The wind roared, the horses hissed, mixed with screams and wails.


    The angry roar was soon swallowed up.


    More and more Turkic soldiers fled.


    More and more compatriots were pierced and picked down.


    On the sticky battlefield, with the collapse of the flag, the balance of victory began to tilt to the Tang side.


    The fighting of soldiers in the Tang Dynasty rang out again.


    Gradually, the roar of the horse''s hooves in Tang''s ride became louder, shaking the earth like raindrops, overturning like a raging tide, and rolling over a large number of scattered Turkic cavalry.


    Tang riders chasing in the front row no longer use Tang Dao as weapons, but take out long bow and arrow feathers from behind.


    Whoosh, whoosh.


    The air was full of buzzing and vibrating strings.


    The arrow plume broke through the air like a speeding meteor and shot at the scattered Turkic soldiers.


    Poop poop.


    The sound of the arrow feather piercing the animal''s skin and armor was heard continuously, and the fleeing Turkic soldiers began to fall heavily under the horse.