Situ Wan'er's pipa sound, which had been silent for a long time, sounded again, and the strings washed away the previous solemn and heroic atmosphere, soft and tactful, lingering and bright, making people feel like they were in the willow silk flying, the sunny Baqiao, under the long pavilion, the travelers who traveled lightly broke off the willow branches and threw them on the side of the road, facing the morning breeze, and drifted away. Immediately after that, the strings turned again, babbling and whimpering, like weeping, like a huss song floating in the middle of the night, and like the neighing of cattle, sheep and horses carried by the wind on the grassland.

Listening to this mournful string music, all the soldiers of the Saishang Coalition who were arrayed outside Xicheng recalled all kinds of inseparable concerns on the prairie of their hometown, and a sense of homesickness arose, and countless young soldiers were saddened and couldn't help but sob.

With this tactful and melodious sound of the pipa, the 2,500-strong Tang cavalry rushed out of the whirlwind from the open Xicheng Gate under the leadership of Liu Xiongyi, Peng Wuwang and Zheng Juechen, and set up a cone-shaped formation that had repeatedly been in Hengzhou on the wilderness in front of the West Gate of Hengzhou-Hebei Chong Formation. Two thousand five hundred mighty warriors in red clothes and armor and brocade hats and ermine furs silently urged their horses forward in front of the moat, and their fiery eyes crossed the long distance to the large array of the Blackwater Warrior and the Uighur alliance in front of them. The golden pheasant feathers on the 2,500 war horses rose and fell, turning out layers of colorful waves. The long wind blew, and two thousand five hundred red cloaks as bright red as blood spread out with the wind, as if a river of blood was rolling in the air.

The faint sound of the pipa seems to match the rhythm of this red male soldier, and dozens of passionate string sounds bring the music into another **. As if the drums of war were urging together, thousands of horses were galloping, and it was as if the waves were crashing on the shore, the turbid waves were piercing through the air, the strong and majestic strings were like golden blades striking each other, and the thunder roared in the sky, with an incredibly powerful force, all the bright and magnificent dreams in the world were twisted into pieces, turning into a day's glittering and colorful powder. The violently suppressed sliding strings seem to press every hope of the world out of their chests, and the strings that gradually begin to beat brightly and brightly stir up the undulating melody, making people feel the joy of abandoning everything.

As the string sound intensified, the Tang cavalry in front of the gate of the west city of Hengzhou slowly began to accelerate the advance of the horses, and the entire cone-shaped array was like a long-handled steel cone, rushing towards the junction of the Black Water Jar and the Uighur Alliance.

Listening to this strange sound of the lute, the people of the coalition were frightened, depressed, and demoralized, and the enemy army in front of them seemed to turn into a group of gods and generals in brocade helmets and golden armor in a trance, coming from nine heavens away, and wanted to sweep them away.

When the sound of the pipa disappeared, Peng was hopeless, Zheng Juechen and Liu Xiongyi stood up on the horse at the same time, and shouted together: "Kill!" The sound of killing from the collapse of the sky and the earth shouted out from the battle formation of this group of Tang Dynasty cavalry, like thousands of thunderbolts rolling down to the ground on the wilderness at the same time, and the strong sound wave made the war horses in the front row of the coalition army stand up at the same time, screaming violently. Countless enemy soldiers fell from their horses and fell into the gourd.

The mountains and fields swept through the front line of the allied forces like a typhoon, and the land seemed to grow a jungle of jujube trees in an instant, and more than a thousand enemy soldiers lay on the ground with twists and turns, convulsing.

"Get out of the way, don't fight them!" The Uighur prince Bodhisattva shouted. The front of their Uighur troops had completely collapsed, and the defeated army had come in and scattered their own Chinese army. From east to west, the Uighur soldiers and horses swayed in front of the Bodhisattva's eyes like flies on their brows, almost dazzling his eyes.

"Tie Fuyu, stop their flanks!" The Bodhisattva shouted loudly to the Black Water Great Chief Tie Fuyou, who had just been walking with him, only to see that the Black Water Great Chief was calling for his soldiers and horses to hurriedly retreat westward, emptying the right flank of the coalition army.

"This coward!" The Bodhisattva prince was furious, and was about to call his generals to join him, ready to fight to the death. But he saw that the unstoppable red cavalry had been cut out of his front army like a bloody arrow, leaving a mess of corpses, bypassing his own Chinese army, and rushing towards the junction of the rear army and the Chinese army.

Dozens of red-armored warriors, led by a golden-armored general, slashed down more than a hundred Uighur soldiers and horses in their way like tigers, and swept past the Bodhisattva Prince. When the Bodhisattva Prince saw the golden-armored general riding his horse and passing by him, he turned his head to look at him. The fierce murderous aura churning in his eyes caused him to fall into the ice cellar, and the blood on his body coagulated.

"Why didn't he kill me?" The Bodhisattva Prince Mu Ran muttered for a while. After a long time, he suddenly understood in a daze, and shouted the order: "The whole army listens to the order, make way for that group of Tang soldiers, if you hear it, those who violate the order will be beheaded!" Seeing that Tang soldier came out of the gap between the middle army and the rear army, and rushed towards the side camp of the ** Turk, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Haha, I went to find the Turks."

Seeing the raging fire in Hengzhou City, Princess Jinxiu in the Turkic main tent immediately knew that the defenders of Hengzhou had discovered the intention of plugging the coalition army and burned all the hoarded grain and grass. And her last hope of victory also disappeared with the billowing smoke and dust raised high in Hengzhou City. Outside the main tent, the angry insults of the Turkic generals came and went, and everyone hated the defenders of Hengzhou, and swore a poisonous oath to slaughter the entire city of Hengzhou in retaliation. On the contrary, she felt refreshed, and the fatigue of many days seemed to disappear at this moment. She walked lightly to the front of the handsome case, laid out a piece of rice paper, picked up a brush, soaked it in thick ink, and began to write the paper. As lines of graceful Chinese characters poured out of her pen, her slightly frowning brows gradually stretched, and a sad and gentle smile slowly bloomed like flowers on her peerless face.

"Where is the river?" Princess Splendid carefully packed the letter in her bag and said softly.

"Yes!" Only one arm remained, and the Bashan River appeared like a shadow in the handsome tent.

Princess Splendid took out the bag and said, "Come here with your ears."

Bashanhe nodded and leaned forward.

** The patrol cavalry of the flank battalion of the Turkic joint camp watched in amazement as if a pot of boiling water had been boiling in the Uighur camp west of the city, the soldiers and horses were scurrying around like headless flies, banners and horns were scattered all over the ground, and the ownerless horses neighed fiercely and trampled over the pawns.

"What's wrong?" The leader of the Golden Feather and Silver Feather team, Zhan Xiong, urged the horse to come to the front of the formation and asked loudly.

"Tell the general that the Uighur camp is in disarray, and it seems that someone has broken into the camp." The leader of the patrol hurriedly stepped forward.

"Hehe, you deserve it, it must be the Hengzhou soldiers and horses who broke through and chose this group of soft eggs to pinch. Okay, quickly order the Golden Feather and Silver Feather to go around the rear of the Uighurs and stand by, and shoot the fuck as soon as the Tang soldiers rush out of the Uighur camp." Since Zhan Hong was killed by Peng Wuhope, Zhan Xiong hated the Hengzhou army and horses to the core, and never let go of any opportunity to annihilate them.

"Order!" The leader of the rangers said loudly, turned and rode away.

At this moment, the Uighur soldiers in front of them suddenly parted like water waves. A cavalryman in red armor shouted and slaughtered and rode towards the Turkic flank camp.

Looking at this group of Tang soldiers in brocade hats and scarlet cloaks, all the Turks lost their minds for a moment. This is the Hengzhou defenders who have been fighting hard with themselves for two days and one night? Everyone was as brave as a tiger that had just come down from the mountain, his eyes were like fire, his face was full of redness, and there was no trace of fatigue, as if he had been fighting for dozens of hours. Rushing to meet the most one of the generals, the golden helmet and golden armor, reflecting the orange brilliance of the sunset, flowing with gold, like a golden-armored god who rushed down to the mortal dust in flames, rushed towards the side camp, the full field, the unstoppable momentum, as if he could step on everything in the world under his feet.

As the sound of rolling hooves got closer and closer, the Turkic soldiers in the front row slowly saw the appearance of this golden-armored general clearly, and their originally stiff bodies began to tremble. "Peng ......, Peng ......, it's Peng Hopeless!" A junior colonel screamed, dropped his bow and arrows and ran backwards, his action was terrifyingly contagious, and the soldiers patrolling the camp shouted in unison, "Grandpa Peng is here!" Throw away their armor and flee in all directions.

"Bastard!" Zhan Xiong was furious, and as soon as he raised his hand, he said, "The Golden Feather and Silver Feather Team listened to the order and shot all those cowardly rabbit cubs to death!" The elite soldiers of the Golden Feather and Silver Feather teams had just been ordered to go around to the rear of the Uighur army to intercept the Tang soldiers, and at this moment they received a new order from Zhan Xiong, and the front team became the rear team, and the rear team became the front team several times in a row, and the team was already in chaos. But these fighters deserve to be the first elite soldiers, although the fighters in the back row are still moving in confusion, the soldiers in the front row have decisively lined up, and a rain of arrows will crucify hundreds of patrol soldiers who have escaped to the ground. Immediately after, thousands of golden and silver feather arrows were once again firmly placed on the bowstring, pointing sharply at the oncoming Tang soldiers.

Zhan Xiong's face showed a hideous and smug smile, and he raised his hand high, only waiting for the Tang soldiers who came from the horse to rush into the range of the bow and arrow.

"Peng Daxia, bow your head, the first batch of arrow rain is coming!" Liu Xiongyi, the general of Hengzhou, shouted as he pulled out a jujube javelin from his horse's bag. Peng Wuwang replied, leaning his body tightly against the horse's neck. Just as he lowered his head, dozens of golden feather arrows whistled past his head, and one golden feather arrow hit the black armor on the horse's head, and was knocked aside, and the war horse also roared in pain. Beside him, several Tang soldiers were shot in the vital point and fell off their horses with a muffled grunt. The soldiers behind them rushed forward with unchanged expressions, filling the gaps in the front row, so that the whole charge was not a little cluttered.

"All the troops, throw guns!" Liu Xiongyi straightened up from his horse and shouted loudly. Peng Wuwang saw a silver feather arrow firmly pinned to his left shoulder.

"Ho!" The neat shouts sounded like a frenzy in the Tang soldiers' charging formation, and the two thousand five hundred jujube wood throwing spears roared violently, like a sudden torrential rain swept across the sky, sweeping towards the arrow array in the front row of the Turks.

No matter how strong the armor was, it could not withstand the amazing penetrating power of the throwing spear, and countless Turkic soldiers were shot through their entire bodies, and fell helplessly from their horses, and many of the less powerful throwing spears pierced deeply into the bodies of the horses on which the Golden Feather and Silver Feather warriors were sitting, and the horses fell to the ground with a miserable howl, knocking the originally orderly array of arrows to pieces. The neat front of the Golden Feather and Silver Feather teams was in disarray, and they could no longer organize an orderly bow and arrow defense.

"Draw your arrows and draw your swords!" Zhan Xiong knew in his heart that the impact power of the Tang cavalry was no less than that of the desert light cavalry, and if he still insisted on the power of his bow and arrow, let them rush to the front, the losses would be extremely heavy. The soldiers of the Golden Feather and Silver Feather Team threw down their bows and arrows one after another, pulled out their sabers from their waists, and beat their horses and whips towards the Tang soldiers who rushed towards them.

The gray-yellow wave rolled over, colliding with the bloody arrows that pierced the camp and breaking the village, turning into a colorful billowing smoke and dust, the Hu people and the Han people shouted and killed together, and the Turkic village in the northern city of Hengzhou was like boiling a pot of boiling water, as if to put the gods of heaven and earth in it to suffer.

The sound of popping bean-like blades and the sound of drum-like horses' hooves stomping on the ground surrounded Peng Wuwang, and the Tang soldiers around him had already fought fiercely with the Turks, and the bloody brilliance on the snowy slashing knife was glowing. Peng Wuwang saw in the distance a Hu general with armor in armor commanding the army to pounce fiercely towards his ranks. "Peng Daxia! If we let the Golden Feather and Silver Feather team be trapped here, the Turkic armies of the other camps will besiege and kill them from all sides, and we will not be able to enter the main Turkic tent." Liu Xiongyi struggled to cut down the Turkic knights who were surrounding him, and said hurriedly, "Look there!" Peng Wuwang looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw several Turkic troops coming from the left and right, and he was about to form an encirclement of the Tang soldiers here.

"Don't panic, I'm going to kill the main general!" Peng Wuwang raised his sword and killed the two Turkic cavalry who were blocking the way, and rushed towards the main general of the Golden Feather team.

"I'll go too!" Zheng Juechen, who was beside him, shouted loudly and rode away side by side with him.

Seeing the commander of the left battalion, the commander of the Chinese army led several tens of thousands of troops to rush over, and his ambition was wide, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he saw the gold-armored general and another silver-armored soldier killing side by side, and the golden-feathered and silver-feathered soldiers who were in front of the two were cut down under the horse like a mustard.

A junior colonel shouted in panic, "General run, Peng is hopeless!"

Zhan Xiong was furious, shook his hand and slashed the junior colonel to the ground, and shouted angrily: "What if Peng is hopeless, I am strong and brave in the army, it is possible that he has three heads and six arms, and he can kill here." As soon as the words fell, a series of miserable howls came, and several generals who surrounded Peng Hopeless were cut off one after another, and their bodies lay on the ground. Another silver-armored warrior shook his hand at him, and several white-feathered arrows burst through the air like lightning.

"Not good!" The warrior suddenly hid under a stirrup and dodged the death-killing arrows.

"Rush them all at me, I don't believe they can kill here." Zhan Xiong was annoyed and angry, and shouted orders.

The last reserve team beside him also went towards Peng Wuwang and Zheng Juechen. There were more and more soldiers and horses around the two, and hundreds of people gradually crowded together. The two rushed left and right, killing dozens of people in a row, but they still couldn't break through the encirclement of the Turkic cavalry. Seeing that the tens of thousands of troops in the distance were getting closer and closer, while the Tang cavalry was besieged by the Golden Feather and Silver Feather teams and fell into a battle to the death, Peng Wuwang and Zheng Juchen were so anxious that their eyes were bloody.

"Brother Peng, it seems that you can't rush out, I can't imagine that we will die here today." Zheng Juechen sighed and said miserably.

"It's man-made, I'll fight him again." Peng Wuwang gritted his teeth and pulled his feet away from the stirrups.

"Brother Peng, you still have the strength!" Zheng Juechen saw Peng Wuwang's mind at a glance, and his heart tightened.

Peng Wuwang snorted, jumped up, and stepped towards the top of the head of the Turkic in front of him. Seeing Peng Hopeless's figure rising into the sky, everyone screamed. With this set of body methods, every Hu warrior is extremely familiar with them, and with this set of body methods, for two days and one night, countless Hu generals were still inevitably taken away by him under the heavy protection of his own soldiers.

I saw him stepping on the heads of the densely packed enemy soldiers in front of him like flowing water, like a fallen leaf falling in the wind and rushing towards the battle hero. "Look at the arrows!" Seeing that Peng Wuwang was approaching, Zhan Xiong was in a hurry, withdrew his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow towards Peng Wuhope's chest with a shaking hand.

Peng Wuwang, who was casting the Floating Light Glimpse Mind Method, was on the verge of exhaustion at this time, although this set of Mind Techniques was wonderful, the internal force consumed was also extremely amazing. These days, Peng Wuwang frequently urged this set of mental methods to kill enemy generals, and the remaining true qi in his body was about to bottom out. At this time, seeing an arrow shot by Zhan Xiong head-on, his body seemed to be carrying a thousand catties of burden, and he couldn't dodge, and was shot in the left leg by an arrow. Peng, who was in mid-air, had no hope of planting an upside-down onion and fell to the ground.

"Kill him!" Zhan Xiong was surprised and shouted loudly. Several horsemen came to Peng Wuwang's surroundings, raised their swords and spears, and slashed down at him.

"Brother Peng, be careful!" Zheng Jiechen grabbed the saber in his hand, shook his hand and shot three white feather arrows, killing three of the horsemen under the horse. However, the other knights still roared and rushed forward. Peng Wuwang, who fell to the ground, got up with difficulty, and Pu Dao slammed a snow-bright circle of light in front of him, and more than a dozen horse legs flew into the air with blood in the flickering shadow of the knife. The mounts of the Turkic warriors who had rushed their horses fell to the ground and threw them off their horses.

"Kill!" The Turkic cavalry that fell to the ground roared and pounced on Peng Wuhope, and the current two were cut into four pieces with a single sword, and then pounced on two more. Peng Wuwang was half-kneeling on the ground, the Pu knife in his hand constantly tearing at the flesh and blood of the enemy, and the severed limbs and stumps piled high around him.

The thunderous hooves were getting closer and closer, and the enemy's tens of thousands of cavalry were surrounded and killed all over the mountains and fields that were fighting with the Golden Feather and Silver Feather teams, and the gaps in the encirclement were gradually about to be closed by the enemy cavalry coming from the fast horses.

Peng Wuwang saw it in his eyes, burst into a loud shout, jumped up from the ground, stretched out his left arm, grabbed the blade of an enemy soldier's saber with his bare hands, flipped his wrist, broke the blade into two pieces with a bang, and then shook his left hand vigorously, and the two-foot-long snow-white blade shot fiercely at the battle male more than ten zhang away.

Zhan Xiong hurriedly pulled out his saber and blocked in front of him, but he blocked the air, and the whistling blade pierced his throat at an astonishing speed, and then pierced through the back of his head, and a stream of blood spurted into the air, and he didn't even have time to scream miserably, he fell off the horse, and died in the yin.

"The warrior is dead!" Liu Xiongyi, who saw everything in his eyes, lost no time in shouting loudly, and the morale of all the Tang soldiers in the battle was greatly boosted, and they all desperately slashed and killed the enemy troops in front of them like tigers entering a flock, and the entire cavalry array began to move faster. And seeing that the fighting spirit of the Turkic soldiers who were about to die was like ice and snow in the sun, and they lasted for dozens of breaths, they were rushed by the Tang soldiers who were united in all their hearts and fled in all directions.

When Peng Wuwang stood up straight from the ground, Zheng Jiechen had already mounted his horse to his side, took his mount, and said in a loud voice, "Good job, the Golden Feather and Silver Feather teams are over, let's fight again!"

Peng Wuwang laughed, jumped on his horse, held a simple knife, and said, "Come, rush again!"