Tang Military Captain Zhao Ping Zhao Ergou rose up and killed the fierce Khitan general with a spear, where could he stop at this time, he simply let go of the reins, and immediately stepped forward into the Khitan cavalry that had become a mess.

I saw He Ping and He Daxian, who were neatly draped and fluttering in cloak, were as majestic as the god of war, dignified and mighty, murderous, bowed and prostrate on the neck of an all-black war horse, holding a long red tasseled spear in one hand in his right hand, and the tip of the spear trembled slightly and pointed straight ahead. After a while, the red cherry blossoms flashed in front of him, and a semicircle was drawn out of thin air, and the blood-stained spear head was on the helmet on the face of another Khitan heavy cavalryman who had not yet hit the street.

As everyone knows, the sealed helmet of the Khitan heavy cavalry has three small holes, the two eyes correspond to two small holes the size of rice balls, and the mouth corresponds to an oval hole the size of a ping-pong ball.

He Daxian's spear was piercing the small oval hole corresponding to the mouth of the Khitan heavy cavalry.

How powerful is the impact of the war horse's advance! He Daxian followed the running speed of the war horse, gently rubbed his wrist, and supported the stance, and then pushed forward like lightning, and the oval hole was cracked with a click! There was a continuous crackling sound that made people with toothache, and the sharp blade of the spear directly tore through the helmet made of shoddy pig iron, and squeezed through the thin iron sheet with all its might, penetrating the opponent's helmet in one fell swoop, breaking the head of the Khitan soldier, and shoveling directly into the back of his head!

The poor Khitan heavy cavalry died on the spot, and was thrown out in half a circle by the spear fork that was erected, and knocked down the other two Khitan light cavalry who followed him.

Immediately after that, the spear in He Ping's hand rolled up like a wind wheel, making a sharp sound like a whistle that cut through the air, and with a bang, it hit the neck of a Khitan heavy cavalryman who had fallen into the quagmire and had just climbed up with great effort.

As if playing polo, the spear that came at high speed slammed into it, instantly smashing the unlucky man's neck into a ninety-degree angle, and his heavy head fell into the muddy water without moving.

Seeing that a small open space had been vacated in front of him, and no one dared to rush forward again, He Ping grabbed the reins, stopped his mount, raised his spear, and the red cherry blossoms unfolded into a gorgeous red peony in the wind.

"Kill!"

The thunderous roar exploded in the ears of the Khitans, and the already panicked Khitan soldiers retreated in panic.

At this time, the Tang soldiers behind him also poured out from the position, like a large group of hornets that had been stabbed by a honeycomb, buzzing and rushing up.

The first batch of more than 100 archers led by Shan Wu ran forward for a hundred meters, and then everyone stopped and stood still, and then the noisy bowstring operation sounded one after another, and batch after batch of bows and arrows were shot in the air, rushing straight towards the light cavalry team behind the trap pit.

At the same time that the archers stopped to shoot arrows, Huang Zhi and Du Bin also led more than 100 spearmen, a total of more than 300 people, crossed the archers, and rushed into the muddy pond with a rush, and hundreds of spears stabbed at the Khitan heavy cavalry who fell in the mud!

The spear is like a forest, and the torrent is like iron! It's all meat ahead! Forward! Forward! Hurry forward!

The ugliness of human beings is vividly displayed at this moment.

Just now, when people were slapping horses and rushing into battle, you were so scared that you couldn't shrink your heads like spicy chickens, and now that people are rushing to the streets, you are swarming up to grab meat, greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, ruthless, falling into the well, and the white-clothed dog......

Anyway, He Daxian, who has a rich literary foundation, instantly flashed no less than a hundred vicious idioms in his heart.

The Khitan heavy cavalry was dressed in heavy armor, and it was naturally unstoppable on horseback, but when they fell into the quagmire, it was miserable. The heavy armor and muddy and slippery ground made it difficult for them to move flexibly, and many of them couldn't even stand up, let alone raise their saber to fight back, and the only thing that could save their lives for the time being was the armor on their bodies. The problem is that these armors are used on horses, and if they are used in foot combat, there are more flaws, such as the neck, such as the back, such as the legs.

In order to save costs and reduce weight, all Khitan heavy cavalry had iron sheets only on their heads and chests, and only a few layers of cowhide on their backs and buttocks. As for leg protection, it's even more child's play, have you ever heard of a battle skirt?

By the way, it's actually just a men's miniskirt with some pieces of iron sewn on it.

The Tang soldiers didn't care whether the Khitan soldiers were alive or dead in the mud, anyway, when they saw people, they were three or four spears stabbed together unscrupulously, although most of them were blocked by armor, but there was always a spear that would be accidentally inserted into the meat, and then the Khitans would cry out in pain, and the other Tang soldiers also knew where to stab.

Under the pressure of survival, the soldiers on the battlefield learned quickly, and in less than a minute, almost all the Tang soldiers who rushed into the quagmire already knew how to stab a Khitan wrapped in thick armor to death with the highest efficiency.

At the beginning, there was a small group of Khitan heavy cavalry struggling to get up from the mud, raising their sabers to fight with the Tang soldiers, but soon attracted more spears to poke at him, and they were stabbed together in all directions, and at that time, even if they were stabbed to death, there would be more than a dozen blood holes in their bodies, and some overly heroic Khitan cavalry were simply stabbed into a piece of meat that could not be seen in human form, maybe someone would pick up his corpse at night and roast it and eat it, who made you look very similar to horse meat.

None of the 120 Khitan heavy cavalry ran away, and all of them died in the mud.

Of course, in such a chaotic occasion, some Tang soldiers who were more fashionable or too crazy also existed, and more than a dozen corpses of Tang soldiers with obviously different colors were placed in the mud very ugly.

On the side of the archers led by Shan Wu, three rounds of arrows were released in a row, and the Khitan light cavalry on the other side of the mud pond also fell by more than 50 horses, and those who did not die also retreated one after another, leaving behind wounded soldiers and wounded horses screaming miserably.

He Ping stood still in place, coldly looking at the tragic battlefield around him, the Khitans running around in panic, and the distorted faces of the Tang soldiers with excitement.

At this time, he heard the sound of the Khitan army Mingjin withdrawing his troops.

"Withdraw!"

At this time, the Tang army must also withdraw, otherwise a second group of Khitan cavalry will charge at any time, and the situation will be uncontrollable.

If you want to talk about the speed of the Tang soldiers' retreat, this is really fast, He Ping originally wanted to maintain a high posture and walk back slowly, but who knew that under the order, all the Tang soldiers suddenly disappeared like the waves of the ebbing tide, and all of them retracted into the position, leaving their lonely commander alone on the empty sand road, walking with his horse and taking elegant square steps, stupidly pretending to be forced alone.

"Fake, the quality of this ancient person is really low!"

He Daxian had no choice but to slap the horse's buttocks and run back at an accelerated pace.