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The Khitan cavalry that Pei Baoman rushed towards was the second batch of 1,000 people who rushed towards the Tang Army.

These charging Khitan cavalry saw a broken car rushing towards them, thinking that the commander had already sent a team of 100 people to stop him, so they didn't look at Pei Baoman at all, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the team of 100 people would be gone!

Suddenly, the chariot, which was stained red with blood, rushed out of the blood mist and forcibly inserted itself into the formation of nine hundred cavalrymen from the side.

It was like throwing a big bomb, and the whole team was in chaos.

Everywhere the God of War chariot plowed, there were people turning over on their backs, all kinds of angry scolding, shouting and screaming, mixed with a few triumphant words that came out of Pei Baoman's mouth, and they sounded chaotically, and the stumps and fragments were splashed everywhere, and the thrilling clouds of blood mist, large or small, crackled one after another like cannons, and flew in the air.

More people wanted to stop the war horses to avoid the plague god, and the horse's hooves slipped and fell to the ground, and then tripped a large number of subsequent cavalry, everyone rolled together, and they couldn't see whether they were alive or dead, covered in a bloody patch of mud in the east and a sludge in the west, and the mess was piled up everywhere, and they couldn't bear to see it.

Of the originally neatly arranged Khitan thousand-man team, only less than 200 people at the front rushed into the Tang army's position, chasing and killing the Tang soldiers fleeing in all directions, but the others were either smashed into pieces by Pei Baoman, or fell into a ball and fell into the mud all over the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

More than ten seconds later, the God of War chariot once again killed through the array of Khitans, Pei Baoman suppressed his excitement, grabbed the reins with his hands and feet, and narrowly turned around from Jinyang Lake, so as to avoid the fate of rushing into the lake to bathe.

By the time Pei Baoman's chariot had turned around, the situation on the battlefield had already begun to change.

The cavalry of the Tang army rushed out in a swarm rushing towards the remaining 3,000 Khitan cavalry queues that were lining up and preparing to charge, and these Khitan cavalry who were lining up immediately started to launch a counter-charge in the direction of the Tang cavalry.

On the side of the Tang Army's foot soldiers, there were constantly people shouting that our cavalry was coming, victory and so on, many foot soldiers who were running around stopped their steps, and under the organization of the captain or captain, they turned back and mustered up the courage to encircle and suppress the more than 100 Khitan heavy cavalry that rushed in. There were also many archers who shot arrows at these desperate Khitans.

Pei Baoman doesn't care who wins or loses, he just came to kill people and have a good time! Of course, General Zhao also said that we are in the same group as the Tang army, so we can only kill the Khitans.

So, where there are many Khitan people, naturally Pei Baoman will rush there.

Without hesitation, he turned his horse's head and rushed towards the three thousand Khitan soldiers who were huddled together and had not yet fully activated.

Three thousand Khitan soldiers were huddled together, although they had begun to launch a counter-charge against the Tang cavalry cluster, but so many people could not say that they could move, and if they wanted to move, they had to let the comrades in front go first!

These cavalrymen who haven't moved yet, if Pei Baoman rushes in like this, they will have a cold war.

Therefore, immediately two Khitan generals, that is, thousands of people, rushed out and wanted to intercept Pei Baoman.

The people of this era, whether they are from the Central Plains or the northern nomads, are people with backbone.

People who really have the ability don't bother to use high-lethal props to support their abilities, but people with mediocre skills will rack their brains and find ways to make some strange things to pursue to improve their lethality.

Therefore, when these two Khitan generals saw that someone had driven such a fierce chariot to fight, they must have spent all their brains on this car, and it was estimated that their personal skills were not very good. Since the chariot is too powerful to besiege him, let's use personal force to kill this yellow-haired man.

The two Khitan generals rode their horses and galloped, one left and one right, and quickly approached Pei Baoman's chariot from both sides, the one on the left was holding a gun, and the one on the right was holding a lance, each raising his weapon in his hand, avoiding the terrifying iron branches and ramming horns on the chariot, and almost simultaneously smashed towards Pei Baoman's huge body (stabbed away)

He Daxian is an immortal, Pei Baoman is a cultivator of the West, they don't have the so-called backbone of those people in the Eastern world in this era!

Both of them are good people with personal force, but for the use of foreign objects to strengthen attack and defense, it is a matter of course to use them directly, without the slightest guilt or feeling that there is anything wrong, anyway, the result I want is that you die, whether you are stabbed to death or hit to death or burned to death?

The two Khitan generals (ah, I'm sorry, they died too quickly, so we haven't had time to write down their names yet), thinking that the yellow-haired man driving in front of him is just a Western-style Hu man who focuses on strange and obscene skills, where would they think that this Pei Baoman's ability is comparable to that of a fierce general who is comparable to one of the top ten heroes of the Khitan!

As soon as Pei Baoman saw two men in similar military uniforms running towards him, he knew that these two were officers.

According to his understanding of the war between the Central Plains people, when generals with a little ability fight with each other, they should first put on a puppet first, and everyone pretend to be forced together, scold each other for a round of ancestors and eighteen generations, and then take turns to fight one against the other.

This is the standard action of the heroes on the battlefield in the stories he has heard from storytellers since he was a child, and there is no misunderstanding.

So, Pei Baoman raised his head, his nostrils were facing the sky, and his face showed an extremely arrogant look (although his face was full of blood at this time, and he couldn't see it clearly, anyway, the meaning was there), slowed down the chariot a little, and burst into his mouth:

"Certain, it is the personal soldier of Lord Zhao Ping of the Zhenwu Army, the butcher of the world, Joseph"

Who knew that before this sentence was finished, the two Khitan horsemen didn't pay attention to what he was saying, one left, one right, one shot and one lance, and hit his head like lightning!

Comrade Joseph is furious!

What a quality this is! Will there be a war?

I'm not done yet! You haven't reported your home yet, so why can you just do it?

It's a sneak attack! A vile and shameless and filthy sneak attack!

The furious god of war flicked his right hand, and the silver spear threw out a rainbow, and slammed on the thirty-six-pound horse lance that came over on the right, and the horse lance was directly knocked away on the spot, and the bones on the two arms of the Khitan general were shattered, and before he could cry out in pain, the silver spear had changed to go straight, and penetrated the little general's helmet with a pop, stabbing his head to pieces.

Another little general on the left was holding a red tassel gun, stabbing straight along the horse, and was blocked by Pei Baoman's drop-shaped shield in his left hand, and the tip of the gun slid to the side, and when the two war horses and the car were driving wrong, Pei Baoman twisted his waist, his left arm suddenly stretched, and the heavy shield smashed on the head of the Khitan general with the gun, as if smashing a watermelon, smashed it on the spot, and the shield was coated with bright red goo!

This shield is not light, it is made of a large piece of iron knocked flat, two or three centimeters thick, and weighs fifty pounds! He Daxian thinks that anyway, Pei Bao is full of strength, and the shield is made heavier, and it is easy to use, not only can he block arrows, but also use it as a short hammer!

Casually killed two Khitan generals who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, Pei Baoman, who was still in a furious mood, felt that he had been deceived and despised, so he was full of anger, and he raised his whip vigorously, and the chariot under his feet continued to accelerate, rushing towards thousands of Khitan cavalry in front!

In fact, it was the novels written by those sour literati who really deceived him, not the storytellers, and not the Khitan people in front of him. But Pei Baoman is a Taoist disciple! The children of Taoism are the most practical, and everything needs to be justified:

"It may be that the person who wrote the book lied to me, but I don't know who wrote it, maybe the book in the storyteller's hand is still pirated!"

"Maybe the storyteller lied to me, but the old storyteller has been dead for three or four years! Could it be that I still dig a grave to ask him? ”

"Of course, it is also one of the possibilities for the Khitans to conduct sneak attacks without rules, and now the first two people can't find it, so they have to count all the accounts on the Khitans."

"Nima! The poor man is the butcher of the world, Joseph, and you dare to come and play tricks on me without inquiring? Die! ”

With a loud bang, the God of War chariot with a head full of sharp steel teeth plunged headlong into the pile of thousands of Khitan cavalry who were still spinning in place!

In an instant, there was a blood mist in the sky, stumps and broken bones flying everywhere, screams, angry scolding, and shouting.

The butcher of the world has not forgotten to scold in his busyness:

"Straight lady thief, you Khitans are shameless villains! Swindler! Rogue! ”