The iron cavalry charged, thunderous, and the momentum was huge, and the Turkic cavalry rushed into the land of an arrow before, and was shot indiscriminately by a rain of arrows, and the Turkic cavalry that lacked good protection was like a tripping horse under their feet, and they suddenly fell down.

But as the distance got closer and closer, the gōngnǔ lost its effect, and he was worried about accidentally injuring his own people, so it was time for the real knife and real gun to fight the quota.

Xue Wanqian is the deputy general, with 10,000 Mo sword knights, moving forward bravely, with momentum like a rainbow.

"Spear!" A Turkic skeleton shouted, many Turkic cavalry raised their arms and picked up their spears, threw them hard, and then the inertia of the war horse, the hundreds of iron spears shot out, the impact was amazing, breaking through the air and shooting into the Dahua military horses, and also caused some damage to the Dahua soldiers.

The two armies compete and the brave wins!

"Kill!" The 20,000 Turkic pioneers were killed by several rounds of arrow rain and killed more than one or two thousand, stained with blood, completely enraged, and their eyes were blood-red, as if they could burst out with huge energy in an instant.

They brandished snow-white sabers and charged forward with incredible lethality.

However, among the Mo swordsmen of the Dahua Army, there is an ironclad army, heavy plate armor, fully armed, which can prevent ordinary knife slashes, and the defense is amazing, and the war horses are all armor leaves, so elite, mixed in the back, when the fangs are exposed, even the Turks are frightened.

It was a uniform armor, with only its eyes exposed, with a miànjù, holding a long knife, with a uniform and poignant sound of the knife, stabbing at the oncoming Turks, excited war drums, sad horns, making the earth tremble in an instant.

"Kill! Kill! ”

"Wow"

The piercing sound of weapons clashing rang out, and the two sides clashed fiercely, accompanied by the neighing of war horses, the howling of soldiers, and the fluffy blood mist, splashing everywhere, and stumps and heads rolling and flying everywhere.

The bloody scene stimulated the beast instinct of the soldiers on both sides, knowing that there was no way out, and they were all fighting with each other.

The Turkic cavalry is fierce and worthy of its reputation, nomads, innate riding skills, the long knife used is semi-curved, easy to cooperate with the war horse for cutting, burly, superb knife skills, a shot of each knife is extraordinarily powerful.

Dangdang!

Swords and guns rang out, the blood mist was fluffy, the green grass on the ground was gone, the eyes were red, bloodstained, and the stumps were piled up.

Xue Wanqian was armed with a spear, and he was brave, and he successively killed several thousand-straps and centurions, and took the most elite Dahua knights to hit the enemy head-on.

In the rear, Luo Zhaoyun and the others were touched when they saw this scene and fought to the sky.

Especially those recruits and soldiers, their faces were pale, some even reddened, some were nervous, some were afraid, and some were excited.