The sound of killing in the Turkic camp was loud and loud, and Princess Jinxiu walked out of the tent with brisk steps, came to the high platform of the main camp, and looked at the smoky battlefield.

The awl Luo Puhan walked to her side and said in a low voice, "Tell Your Royal Highness the princess that the Tang people rushed out of the volley of the Golden Feather and Silver Feather team, and the battle hero was killed. Now they are fighting with the main battalion army, and the left and right battalion armies have arrived in time and are ready to participate in the battle at any time. The last general has already collected and reorganized the defeated troops of the Golden Feather and Silver Feather teams, leaving them to wait in the main camp. The 20,000 soldiers of the Iron Cavalry Flying Feather Team are ready to go, just waiting for the Tang people to break through and escape, and give them a head-on blow."

"Awl, can't you see it yet?" Princess Splendid smiled bitterly, "These Tang soldiers are not determined to break through and flee for their lives, they are here to kill me. As long as you kill me, the Tang people will be able to win the battle to defend Hengzhou."

"What!" Luo Puhan's face was full of disbelief, "They are crazy, they have reached such a situation, thousands of people and horses, and they still dare to be delusional."

"Breaking through the siege and fleeing for your life will inevitably lead to the annihilation of the whole army, and the horse will break into the joint camp, and the whole army will be annihilated. At the moment of life and death, it is natural for the Tang people to choose to face the enemy army head-on and die a heroic battle." A quiet smile appeared on Princess Fairfair's face, "The current Tang people must wear the most gorgeous battle uniforms, decorate their war horses with the most beautiful brocade feathers, choose the most dazzling war swords, and rush towards my main tent in the most majestic formation."

"I really can't understand how to do such an incredible stupid thing on such a desperate battlefield." Luo Puhan, the awl, shook his head like a rattle, when he led the Iron Cavalry Flying Feather Team to fight in the desert, if he couldn't do anything, he would never be so stupid, no matter how difficult it was, he would always find a way to escape for his life, and he would make a comeback day by day.

"That's the difference between the Tang people and us." Princess Fairlight's mind fluttered for a while, "Behind those hard-built walls, there are things that they would rather abandon their lives than defend. We, the people who live on water and grass, can never imagine what a great power awaits us on a wall."

"Princess?" Seeing Princess Jinxiu's strange eyes, Luo Puhan felt a sense of unease in his heart.

Hearing this call, Princess Splendid came back to her senses and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Transfer all the left and right battalions and the Iron Cavalry Flying Feather Team to the main camp to participate in the battle, and I will wait here to see if any Tang people will rush to my front."

Luo Puhan was shocked, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee, and said in a loud voice: "The last general is the liver and brain, and he will not let the Tang people hurt the princess in the slightest."

"The general can do his best." Princess Splendid said nonchalantly.

The coalition camps within a radius of dozens of miles were all submerged in the billowing yellow dust kicked up by the Hu Han Iron Cavalry. The 80,000 or 90,000 light cavalry and the Tang cavalry of the main army suddenly gathered apart and gathered, leaving more than 1,000 corpses in every encounter. Liu Xiongyi, Peng Wuwang and Zheng Juchen acted as cones, and other officers and soldiers followed closely, covering each other, killing and scattering one group after another of enemy soldiers and horses, as if a torrent of momentum broke through one embankment after another, and it was about to sweep the world.

In the midst of the scuffle, a stray arrow came and shot Liu Xiongyi in the chest, and with a muffled snort, he fell from his horse and fell far behind the cavalry.

"General Liu!" Peng was hopeless, Zheng Jiechen and several tooth generals reined in at the same time, wanting to turn around and rescue him.

"Don't stop! Rush forward! Rush into the main account!" Liu Xiongyi saw it in his eyes, his eyes were red, and he struggled to pull out his sword, slashing it on his throat, and fell to the ground in the blood mark.

Peng Wuwang and Zheng Juchen roared angrily, and urged the war horses like crazy, raising their swords together, and looking at the oncoming enemy army with all their might.

When the Tang soldiers rushed out of the encirclement of the Chinese army, there were only more than 1,000 people left in the 2,500-strong team, and the formation became extremely thin. However, the morale of these Tang soldiers was still high, and they shouted loudly, and they went forward to kill the left and right battalion troops who were killing on the opposite side.

"It's over?" Luo Puhan, who was standing on his horse, couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his heart when he looked at the Shura clan that seemed to be galloping blood arrows surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops from the left and right battalions. He looked back at the neatly lined up and expressionless soldiers of the Iron Cavalry Flying Feather Team behind him, and smiled bitterly in his heart, although he was full of confidence in his Iron Horse Flying Feather Team, he was still unwilling to let these strongest cavalry on the prairie fight those bloodthirsty and demonic Tang soldiers.

At this moment, an adjutant general rode up to his side and whispered, "General Luo, look over there." Luo Puhan looked in the direction of his finger, but saw that at the beginning of several flags, the leaders of the tribes had already appeared outside the Turkic camp.

"Why don't they come to our aid?" The lieutenant whispered angrily.

"Hmph, they are just like vultures on the grassland, waiting for the two tigers of the Tang Dynasty and the Turks to be defeated and killed together, and then come to eat our carrion. These filthy and disgusting cowards." Luo Puhan scolded viciously.

Looking at the scene of Tang soldiers fighting bravely and fearlessly in the Turkic camp where the elite soldiers were like clouds, the leaders of all ethnic groups watching the fire from the other side felt a trace of cold air oozing from the back of their necks.

When the Tang soldiers fought bloodily out of the heavy encirclement of the Chinese army's large array, Bogutai, the leader of the Murwei, couldn't help but shake his horsewhip violently, let out a crisp "pop", and sighed: "What a divine soldier."

The Uighur prince nodded, and said with trepidation, "Fortunately, I got out of the way in time, and an army that can't even be stopped by the ** Turk cavalry, how can I resist."

Chief Tiefer smirked and wanted to say, "I've seen this a long time ago, so I'll get out of the way before you." But on second thought, this was really not something to boast about, so I had to close my lips tightly.

The Khitan chieftain Abaojia watched the Tang cavalry pierce into the formation of the Turkic left and right battalions like a red-hot sword, setting off a huge wave of tumbling layers of huge waves, and his heart trembled: "If this army doubles in number and gallops against me on the grassland, we Khitans still have a way to live."

At this moment, Zharjie, the leader of the Murwei who was missing an arm, rode back from the Turkic flank camp, came to everyone, and whispered, "The Golden Feather team was killed in battle, and I heard that it was also Peng Wuwang who killed him."

"Being able to kill the Golden Eagle in a cavalry battle is simply not human." Tie Fuyou exclaimed.

"But it didn't kill me." When the Bodhisattva heard Peng Wuhope's deeds, he only felt honored in his heart and secretly proud.

Abaojia took a sharp breath and said, "Everyone, I'm afraid now we have to think about how to receive the Tang envoys."

Peng Wuwang swept out the Pu knife with the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, slashing the enemy army in front of him into two pieces along with their blades, and a large puff of foul-smelling blood sprayed him all over his face. He felt a vibration that he could barely grasp as he slashed through the blade, and he knew in his heart that his strength was about to run out. Beside him, countless Tang soldiers suddenly lost their strength in the middle of the fierce battle, fell straight from their horses and fell to the ground, and died of exhaustion. This fierce battle of sacrificing life and forgetting life made these energetic young men use up their last strength.

"Kill!" The saber in Zheng Juechen's left hand beside him stabbed into the chest of an enemy general again, and when the enemy general fell off his horse, his body also fell down, and he was almost taken off the horse. His strength will also be exhausted, and he will not even have the strength to pull out the saber that has pierced his opponent's chest.

The overlapping figures in front of them suddenly dispersed to both sides like waves, the pressure in front of Peng Wuwang and Zheng Juechen was light, and the eyes of the two of them lit up at the same time, and there was no longer a single soldier of the left and right battalions of Turkic troops in front of them, only one horse Pingchuan.

There were only more than 300 Tang soldiers left who rushed out of the enemy formation, all of them with crooked helmets and slanted armor, covered in blood, the war horses under their crotch snorted heavily, and their bodies trembled slightly.

"Brother Zheng, do you still have the strength?" Peng Wuwang gasped and asked Zheng Juechen.

"I'm still early, I'll rush again!" Zheng Jiechen took a deep breath and pulled out another saber from the knife bag.

"Good!" Peng Wuwang raised the Pu knife in his hand high, and the blood on the blade seeped into his hand drop by drop along the blade.

"Wait a minute, Brother Peng, I have something to say." Zheng Juechen said suddenly.

"I'm listening." Peng Wuwang's eyes were as tightly fixed as an eagle ahead. Under the leadership of Luo Puhan, the 20,000 male soldiers of the Iron Cavalry Flying Feather Team lined up with goose wings and rushed towards the remaining 300 Tang soldiers. These red-armored Tang Dynasty cavalry in front of the black-armored cavalry of the Flying Feather Team like a little fishing fire in the dark night and ocean, and only one wave will completely disappear.

"I'll talk about it later, let's rush!" Zheng Jiechen raised the saber in his hand high in the air, and took the lead in killing the oncoming enemy army.

Peng Wuwang shouted, "Brothers, kill!" Holding high the Pu sword, he followed behind Zheng Juechen, and plunged into the billowing smoke and dust brought up by the enemy horseman. Those remnants of the Tang soldiers also lifted their last trace of spirit, and sacrificed their lives to ride away.

"Report --!" A scout came to the princess of Jinxiu in the dust, turned over and dismounted, knelt on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "Tell Her Royal Highness the princess that Luo Puhan led the 20,000 horses of the Iron Horse Flying Feather Team to surround the Tang Corps, and it seems that he will be able to win a great victory."

"Let's go down and see." Princess Splendid sat leisurely on the saddle and said loudly.

"Princess, do you want to take refuge in the back camp?" Behind her, Bashanhe whispered cautiously.

"Shanhe, haven't you heard the news of Tanma, the winner has been decided, you don't have to worry." Princess Splendid said softly.

"Princess, don't tease the mountains and rivers. Outside the main camp, the smoke and dust were billowing, the sky was dark, the killing sound was terrible, and the war horses were screaming, all of which showed that the Iron Cavalry Flying Feather Team was in a bitter battle. I'm afraid that even the awl Luo Puhan can't stop the cavalry led by Peng Wuwang and the others." Bashanhe said in a deep voice.

"What should come will come, and it will be difficult to escape even if you flee to the ends of the earth. I'll just wait here." Princess Splendid smiled slightly and said indifferently.

The horse on which Peng Wuwang sat exhausted the last of his strength, and with a faint mournful roar, his front hooves went limp, and he fell to his knees, throwing him off the horse. "Kill!" Dozens of Flying Feather Warriors surrounded him from all directions, and their swords and spears fell together, about to dissect him. At this moment, a Tang soldier rushed from the flank and rear, flew down from his horse, and threw the four or five horsemen who were facing him to the ground together, shouting loudly: "Peng Daxia, get on my horse and kill the Turkic commander!" As soon as he finished speaking, several enemy sabers slashed him into a bloody mess.

"Ah--!h Seeing his comrades-in-arms dying beside him, Peng Wuwang burned all his strengths, roared wildly, and with a frantic chopping of the Pu knife, seven or eight thugs were immediately knocked to the ground by him. Just then, a spear stabbed from behind and stabbed heavily into his right leg. He had an injury in his left leg, but now with the injury in his right leg, he could no longer support it, and he fell to his knees softly. The enemy frantically rushed forward, and he could only kneel on the ground, swing his sword vigorously, and cut down the enemy soldiers who rushed up to the ground one by one.

Suddenly, a warhorse bravely rushed into the warband, crushing several enemy soldiers who were still on the ground into bloody mud. Peng Wuwang raised his head and saw an unfamiliar Tang soldier wielding a double sword to force the surrounding enemy soldiers back.

"Are you?" Peng Wuwang relied on the Pu Dao to desperately prop himself up from the ground, and asked suspiciously. The Tang soldier didn't answer, flew off his horse, picked up Peng Hopeless's body, and sent him to the war horse. Just as he was straightening Peng Wuwang's body, an enemy spear pierced him from front to back, he gritted his teeth, slammed the back of the mount's buttocks, and shouted, "Peng Daxia, rush out and kill the Turkic commander!" Hearing this roar, the tears in Peng Wuwang's eyes couldn't help but burst out of his eyes, and a wave of power came out of thin air from his body.

"Kill --!" A thunderous roar rushed out of his mouth, mixed with the roar of the Buddhist lion, causing the enemy soldiers around him to howl and fall off their horses. The horse under his crotch neighed, his hooves flew over, and he ran forward like crazy, and the enemy horses in front of him were struck by it, and they scattered in all directions, making a way for him.

A light breeze blew into his nose, no dust, no blood, only a hint of freshness. He raised his head suddenly, but saw Zheng Juechen, who was dressed in silver armor in front of him, riding and standing.

"Brother Zheng?" Peng leaned out of his horse with no effort.

"You rushed out too?" Zheng Juechen threw the bladed saber on the ground and pulled out the last saber from the knife bag.

Peng Wuwang took a breath, looked at the tumbling enemy formation behind him, and said, "Only the two of us are left?"

"Hmph, we still have one more level to beat." Zheng Juechen raised his chin forward.

Peng Wuwang looked up, only to see the Golden Feather and Silver Feather teams that had been scattered in the first formation lined up in front of them, thousands of strong bows and crossbows, aiming at the two of them.

"Brother Zheng, I'll go and lure them away, you see the opportunity to rush out of the big array, whether you can kill the Turkic commander or not, it's up to you to see your white horse and silver bow!" As soon as Peng Wuwang adjusted his horse's head and raised his sword, he was about to rush to the enemy camp alone.

At this moment, the big vertebral point on the back of his head suddenly went numb, and the whole person was taken off the horse by Zheng Jiechen.

"Brother Zheng, what are you doing?" Peng Wuwang's expression changed and he hurriedly asked.

"I knew you were a stupid person, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid, can't you see that I can't use the White Horse Arrow?" Zheng Juechen's sneer revealed a hint of pathos.

"What do you want?" Peng said hopelessly.

"Humph!" Zheng Jiechen carried Peng Wuhope, put it on the horse's back, and urged his jade spine horse fiercely, the jade spine horse roared, and its four hooves flew over, shooting towards the oncoming Golden Feather and Silver Feather team like lightning.

"Shoot the arrows!" The leaders of the archers shouted their orders. Arrows like locusts shot at the two of them like a wind.

Zheng Juechen hurriedly swung his saber and threw down the oncoming carved arrows, but the jade spine horse under him was hit by more than a dozen arrows in a row, and he wailed bitterly. However, this jade vertebral horse is worthy of being a god horse in the world, and after being so seriously injured, he still maintains a galloping speed, and in a blink of an eye, he is close to the Golden Feather and Silver Feather team.

"Phew!" Zheng Juechen slammed Peng Wuwang above his head and said in a loud voice, "The surname Peng, go and kill the Turkic commander!"

"Brother Zheng--!" Peng Wuwang's eyes were torn apart, and he roared heartbreakingly, and his body seemed to be flying through the clouds, floating more than ten zhang far away, and swept over the heads of a group of Golden Feather and Silver Feather Team soldiers.

"By the way, I even forgot to tell him that Si Xue likes him." Seeing Peng Hopeless flying through the crowd in the distance, Zheng Juechen felt a trace of peace and tranquility in his heart, and muttered to himself with a slight regret. In his ears, a thunderclap of plucked strings rang out in all directions.

From afar, the wail of Jade Horse's deathbed could be heard, and large tears rolled down Peng Wuhope's cheeks. He propped up the ground with his knife, got up from the ground with difficulty, and ran forward with all his might.

The black phoenix flag fluttering high in the air was getting closer and closer to him. He was also gradually surrounded by soldiers guarding the main tent. Thousands of personal soldiers surrounded him three layers inside and three layers outside, and the soldiers in the inner circle kept rushing towards him, and he was slashed one by one by him with his sword. As he slowly advanced, dozens of twisted corpses lay on top of each other behind him. And these thousands of warriors could only watch as they approached the tent closer and closer.

"Kill!" A Flame Sect elite rushed out of the crowd and slashed at Peng Wuhope's back, leaving a long trail of blood on his back. Peng Wuwang turned his head suddenly, and a white light flashed, and the flame elite was slashed open from the top door to the lower abdomen, leaving blood and internal organs on the ground. At this time, Peng Wuwang finally saw the golden dome on the Turkic main account.

"It's finally here." Peng Wuwang slowly placed the Pu knife on the ground, carefully unraveling the hem of his shirt, revealing the saber worn on his left waist.

"That's ......!" The dozen or so elites of the Tunan Team besieging him immediately recognized the origin of this saber, "God of War Heavenly Soldier!"

"Not bad!" Peng Wuwang closed his eyes and pulled the God of War Heavenly Soldier out of its sheath, and the terrified howl immediately resounded through the sky.