After all, the climbing plow is different from the flexibility of a single war horse, and the first round of rampage passed through the ranks of the Turks, and it should have taken advantage of the opportunity for the Turks to be crushed and immediately attacked again.

However, they could only drive the horses, and after running a long distance, they could turn the plough and make a big bend before they could ram again. The opportunity was wasted, and by the time they rushed for the second time, the Turkic team, which had just been crushed, had already recovered its formation.

"Kill!" It was still Zhu Youliang who took the lead in rushing to the front, constantly urging the war horse, increasing the speed of the plow faster and faster, roaring angrily, and heading straight for the Turks.

"Shoot the arrows!" The commander of the Turks, seeing the Flying Tiger Army rushing for the second time, immediately brandished the scimitar in his hand and roared hysterically.

With the roar of the commander, one of the archers in the team who had been prepared for a long time immediately bent his bow and aimed his cold arrow at one of the war horses that was coming towards them.

'Whoosh! Seeing that, the Tang army rushed again, and the archers finally let go of the bowstring, and at the moment of releasing the bowstring, the bowstring let out a slight trill, and a feathered arrow shot out like lightning.

The arrows spun rapidly in the air, piercing through layers of snow and mist, silently, heading straight for one of the horses. The next moment, there was a 'poof', and the cold arrow suddenly drilled into the head of the galloping war horse. The war horse that heard it let out a sudden neigh, and the front hooves that were being raised suddenly knelt down, and the whole body fell to the ground, even with the war horse on the side. I pull it sideways, too.

Then, I heard a 'boom'. The plow, which was sliding forward rapidly, slammed into two horses by inertia. The entire climbing plow turned on its side, and the five soldiers on it were suddenly lifted off the climbing plow.

"Good!" An arrow hit a target, and when the commander saw this, he immediately shouted excitedly, and it seemed that the depressed mood just now was much better in an instant.

"Go find a dry bow and arrow!" Seeing that with just one arrow, this thing in Datang can be defeated. The commander immediately began to urge loudly again. The bows and arrows of the Turks are made of cow tendons, which are fine on sunny days, but when they are rainy, the bowstrings immediately become wet, and they are basically broken as soon as they are pulled.

And in this snowy weather like now, the bows and arrows in the entire team have become ornaments in an instant, otherwise. As soon as the Flying Tiger Army came, the commander had already given the order to release arrows at the Tang Army.

And now, this bow and arrow in the hands of the archer. After all, it was their luck that they found all over the team. I only found such a bow and arrow that could still be used.

"My grandmother's!" Cheng Chumo's mouth. A mouthful of snow, a war horse that had just been shot by the Turks. It was the war horse where Cheng Chumo was, so when the plow rolled over for the first time, Cheng Chumo even took several soldiers above, and all of them fell down.

Simply, the ground was covered with more than a foot of snow, and the plow rolled over on its side, and when it was thrown off the plow, except for a mouthful of snow, it was good and endright, and no injuries fell.

"Let's go!" On a climbing plow, a total of seven or eight soldiers, the moment they got up from the snow, Cheng Chu silently spat out the snow in his mouth, cursed, and didn't think about it, so he grabbed the steel knife, turned around and ran into the distance.

At this time, it is not the time to be heroes at all, leaving them to climb the plow, it is equivalent to breaking away from the team, and when this round of collision passes, the plow is far away, and there are only a few of them left, facing the Turks alone.

Cheng Chumo doesn't look at weekdays, he is very arrogant, and it always seems to give people a feeling of unsteadyness, but this does not mean that Cheng Chumo is really stupid, according to Zhao Chen, that is, Cheng Chumo is too lazy to use his brain.

In Cheng Chumo's own words, that is, he never spends time on things that can be solved with his fists, and he spends his brains, that is not to make himself happy! Therefore, Cheng Chumo, who is used to being very arrogant on weekdays, always comes to the major issues of right and wrong, especially when it comes to life and death, his head turns faster than anyone else.

Cheng Chumo was already serving as a captain in the Flying Tiger Army, at this time, as soon as he heard Cheng Chumo say to go, several soldiers behind him, there was still something hesitating, clenched the steel knife in his hand, and followed closely behind Cheng Chumo, running towards the distance.

And just as Cheng Chumo and a few people turned over and left, an arrow hit a war horse again, the war horse fell to the ground, and several soldiers on it, like Cheng Chumo and others, fell from the climbing plow. Then, when he got up from the snow, he almost didn't stop, grabbed the knife on the ground, and chased straight after Cheng Chumo and the others.

The Turkic archer, apparently an archer, shot two horses with only two arrows, which shows his skill in archery.

However, it was only two arrows, and before the archer could shoot the third arrow, the climbing plow that Zhu Youliang was riding had once again crashed into the Turkic ranks, and the steel knife flew over, with the speed of the climbing plow, and in an instant, blood flashed.

In the second round of impact, after the Flying Tiger Army passed, the formation of the Turks was once again crushed, and everywhere they passed, there were many Turks who died under the sword of the Flying Tiger Army.

"Kill them, kill them for me!" The commander watched as his people fell to the ground one by one under the impact of the Flying Tiger Army. At this moment, his chest was almost blown up, and when he saw the figures of Cheng Chumo and others from a distance, he immediately pointed at Cheng Chumo and a few people with the tip of a knife, and roared like crazy.

A Turkic commander of ten, hearing the roar of the commander, without saying a word, took more than ten people under him, slammed his legs between the belly of the horse, and went straight to Cheng Chumo and a few people.

"Come on!" There was more than a foot of snow in front of him, and Cheng Chumo stood in the snow, holding steel knives in both hands, looking at the more than a dozen Turks who rushed towards them, roaring uncontrollably.

And behind Cheng Chumo, the soldiers who had just fallen down were also at this moment, holding the hilt of their knives with both hands, listening to Cheng Chumo's shouting, and looking coldly at the Turks who were coming towards them.

The Turkic commander of the ten kept urging the war horse under his crotch, although the speed of the war horse was not as fast as the climbing plow of the Flying Tiger Army, but this speed was enough for Cheng Chumo and others who got off the horse and fought on foot.

"Die, Datang people!" The ten-captain rode over, and when he was close to the front of the journey, his body followed the galloping war horse, and leaned slightly to the left, and then, with the sound of breaking wind, the scimitar went straight to the door of the silence at the distance.

"Who the hell is dying!" Cheng Chumo spread his legs, raised the scimitar in his hand, and when the ten-division approached him, he sneered in his mouth, and his waist suddenly twisted, and the steel knife immediately snorted, facing the scimitar of the ten-division.

'Choking', the two knives slammed together at the same time, sparks splashed, Cheng Chumo's knife technique, which was Lao Cheng's general, was personally fed, naturally it was open and closed, and it was extremely powerful.

And the ten-captain was one of the best soldiers among the Turks, and this time, the blades collided, and each other was numb, and the knives in each other's hands almost came out.

At this time, Jieli was standing on the ox cart, staring at the battlefield that was fighting on both sides in front of him, his eyes flickering, his fists clenched together, and from time to time he would look in the direction where the Flying Tiger Army had just come.

At this time, the war was obviously a little unfavorable to them, and the wooden frame of the Tang people shifted the weight of the war horse, and in the snow, it did not affect the speed at all.

Impacting the ranks of the Turks back and forth, the Turks have already suffered heavy losses in just this meeting, and this is just a vanguard battalion of the Tang Dynasty.

There will be an army of the Tang Dynasty behind, which is rapidly approaching them, thinking of this, Jieli couldn't help but glance at the Turkic formation, which was once again overwhelmed, couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, and jumped off the ox cart.

Jieli slipped away again, and took a hundred detachments with him, ignoring the others who were fighting the other side, and hurriedly rode on a war horse, and fled faster than anyone else.

Jieli escaped, this is Dugumou, the first to discover, at that time, the climbing plow he was riding on happened to be shot by the eagle archer in the head of the war horse, the climbing plow turned on its side, and he and Cao Zhenmao and others were all thrown into the snow. When he got up from the snow, he saw that Jieli had already run far away with more than a hundred people!

Jieli fled, which was simply a blow to the attached army, and they were still fighting to the death with the Tang Army here, but the Khan didn't care about their life and death, and fled alone.

Seeing Jieli's figure gradually disappear from sight, the morale that had just been gathered by the commander of the thousand commanders, at this moment, was simply low to the bottom.

The commander looked up to the sky with grief and indignation, and his voice floated far away over the snowy grassland, revealing a sense of unwillingness and grief. The rest of the attached army had blank expressions, and when Zhu Youliang drove the plow again and rushed into the team, the entire attached army team collapsed in an instant.

This rout was not like the previous ones, because of Jieli's sudden escape, morale was low! When the Flying Tigers drove the climbing plough and rushed into the ranks, there were Turkic soldiers on the spot, and after a little resistance, they simply turned their horses' heads and turned around and fled for their lives.

To stay is to die, since their khans have abandoned them and fled, there is no need for them to continue to fight the Tang army here, giving their lives in vain.

"Jieli Xiaoer, this is digging your own grave!" With a knife, the Turkic ten-division commander was cut under the horse, Cheng Chumo wiped the blood that was sprayed on his face, gasped slightly, held a steel knife in his hand, looked at the collapsed Turkic army from a distance, shook his head and sighed. (To be continued.) )

PS: The story of a person who turns into a parrot in "Parrot Jun", the brothers and sisters of the book shortage can go and see it!