Chapter 435: Mo Dao Formation

The scout's report nearly knotted several wrinkles on Sulu Khan's forehead.

"Where are their cavalry?"

Sulu Khan pondered the doubts in his heart repeatedly.

Ning Yuan Tiecai, who appeared in Sulu Khan's sight, had more than 20,000 people, carrying a large number of pack horses, but the light cavalry with strong combat power in his impression was not among them, and Li Huaitang was nowhere to be seen.

However, Sulu Khan had a deeper level of worry, according to the report that Kaser brought back to him, Ning Yuan Iron Cavalry fought with the Shi people under the city of Zhezhi City for ten days, but now Sulu Khan could not see how much damage Ning Yuan Iron Cavalry had, nor could he see that they were contaminated with the slightest low morale, on the contrary, he saw high morale and calm performance.

"Father Khan, don't worry, they are just military cavalry, and they can't catch up with us." The bone slurp has begun to retreat. However, he forgot that the north-south passage of the Ferghana Mountains was a bottleneck, and that the speed of a lightly ridden war horse and a warrior's pack horse was equal, just as a gallop and a geely rode on the same country road, and perhaps only a slow fight could distinguish the winner.

If Gu Si had heard the story of "chicken ribs" and knew how Yang Xiu died, he would definitely not open his mouth lightly. Although Sulu Khan also wanted to anoint the soles of his feet at this time, he hated such a proposal in his bones.

There was no suspense, and the bone slurred was covered with the glorious task of breaking off, and there was also the Dumo branch headquarters that stained his mildew.

Sulu Khan led his troops away and hurried back to the Broken Leaf Big Fang. Li Huaitang and his more than 10,000 light horsemen have become a thorn in his heart, a hard thorn that threatens the safety of the lair, he faintly feels that something is wrong, although several checkpoints in the Lingshan Mountain Range have been arranged with heavy troops, no matter how it is calculated, it is impossible for Li Huaitang to launch a surprise attack on the Broken Leaf Big Tooth, let alone reach it before him, unless the soldiers at the checkpoint are all waste. Thinking of this, Sulu Khan was a little relieved, but he did not dare to slack off, and once again ordered his subordinates to speed up.

In front of the infantry, the cavalry always felt proud, perhaps because of this psychology, the broken Turgish did not fall into a panic, and under the leadership of the main general, vigilantly stood outside the coverage of the opponent's strong crossbow. Xiao Xiao's autumn wind added to the solemn atmosphere of the confrontation between the two armies. Both sides are in no hurry to attack, and it seems that they are engaged in a battle of patience.

The biggest advantage of the light cavalry is its speed and dexterity, Du Mo has been through a hundred battles, and the strong crossbow of Ning Yuan's iron cavalry has made him shed enough blood and pay a heavy enough price, he already knows how to use his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. After Sulu Khan had evacuated for some time, he also ordered a retreat.

The enemy retreats, and I advance. Ning Yuan's iron cavalry bit tightly behind the Dumo branch.

After more than ten miles, suddenly, the Trolls turned around and attacked!

The tiger riders stopped, lined up, and hurried to meet the enemy.

"Kill them all!" The turks rode their horses and raised their swords, screaming and screaming. The enemy cavalry on the march could not exert the lethality of the strong crossbow, and even if they could line up in time, they could not accurately measure the distance, and the sparse crossbow arrows did not pose much of a threat to the fast-running cavalry.

Dumozhi's plot succeeded, and the rain of crossbow arrows that he barely fired wounded only his fur, and most of the knights successfully crossed the death zone.

Dumochi saw the enemy at the front of the line throwing a large number of small objects in front of the position, and he knew that it must be thistles.

"Idiot!" Dumochi sneered disdainfully. As we all know, thistles can only deal with infantry and horses without horseshoe, and for iron-hoofed war horses, thistles are not even qualified to tickle.

After a day of grievance, the Tuqi Shi people were eager to sprinkle the anger, resentment and evil qi in their hearts on the newly arrived Ning Yuan Tieqi, and as they safely dodged the crossbow arrows, they saw the hope of venting.

At the height of pride, tragedy is often brewing.

One, two, three, four...... One, two, three or four...... Without warning, at a distance of thirty paces from the enemy's formation, when the scimitar in his hand was about to cut off the enemy's head, a large number of horses stumbled and fell, throwing out a knight of his name, smashing up the dust in the sky, screaming and neighing.

Du Mozhi was shocked and angry, he didn't know what kind of curse Li Huaitang had put on the four-cornered thistle terrestris all over the ground, which could actually pierce the iron palm of the horse's hooves, and the number of them was simply appalling. If Du Mozhi can dismount at this time, he will definitely be able to see the mystery, the small iron thistle, the protruding four long needles are different from the ones he knows, the iron thistle made by Ning Yuancheng is specially used to deal with the iron palm of the war horse, and the long needles are made into Mitsubishi thorns, which can easily penetrate the iron pieces that protect the horse's hooves in high-speed running.

The fallen horses and knights became an obstacle for the Turgish cavalry, and their speed had to be slowed down. However, slowness is only relative, and for stationary infantry, it is still a high-speed monster.

See clearly, very clearly! The face of an enemy general, tall and burly, wielding a strange long knife, caught in Casser's eyes. It's a pity that such a warrior will become a fallen soul under the sword. Caster couldn't help but sigh.

The scimitar is held high, about to break through the scratches...... However, to Casser's surprise, the scimitar in his hand was not swung out, not only that, but he suddenly found that the sky was spinning, and a thunderstorm-like roar echoed in his ears......

"Horse chopping knife?!" Dumochi was horrified.

Since the Turks were split into two parts under the blow of the Tang Dynasty, the Western Turks have not confronted the Tang army for decades, and Modao has forgotten their memories, leaving only legends. There is still a rumor in the grassland tribe that the Han people's chopping knives are extremely sharp, and the cold light has passed, and the people and horses are split. The encounter of dozens of horsemen just now confirms the legend.

Kaser didn't blink. He knew that he was derelict in his duties and could not escape death, so he simply asked Ying to stay behind, hoping to make meritorious service to wash away the shame, but unfortunately met Li Siye and his Mo knife formation, and was stabbed in two.

The knife has two edges, and it can be swept back and forth left and right. Li Siye was tall, and dozens of catties of Mo knives were weighted in his hands, and in the blink of an eye, two horses had been chopped by him.

Facing the blade formation composed of thousands of Mo knives, the offensive of the Turk Shiren to break through in the middle was suffocated. Under the Mo knife, it is shaped like a slaughterhouse, countless blades have passed, flesh and blood are flying, shocking, and magnificent. There were Mo Dao soldiers who were knocked away by fast horses, but they were soon filled by the soldiers behind them, and the battle situation was extremely tragic. Similarly, in front of the spear and shield arrays on both flanks, the Turgishes could not make progress.

The fight is in a stalemate. Until Li Siye brazenly launched a counterattack.

The Mo knife moved, the heavens and the earth were shocked, and the ghosts and gods cried. The sword light is like a wall, sweeping all obstacles, who else is between heaven and earth? Death to those who stand in my way!

"Withdraw, blow the trumpet, withdraw!" Dumozhi exclaimed at the same time as the bone slurp. The enemy is too strong, more powerful than you can imagine! There's always a surprise to come to you every time you meet.

The Turgish were lucky enough to escape the greeting of the crossbow arrows during the attack, but they were not so lucky to escape, thousands of crossbow arrows covering their retreating path, destroying hundreds of unwilling lives......