He looked a little out of place with the armored cavalry around him, but his combat effectiveness was extremely outstanding.

His gun never returns in vain, and every shot can cause great damage to the outrageous people.

The spear may be short, but it is still powerful.

The iron cavalry slammed into it like a mountain, his spear slightly bent and plunged into the belly of an abrupt cavalryman, and with a slight movement of his hands, he picked up the opponent's body alive, and then the bend of the gun intensified, smashing the man out against the continuous rain.

"Bang!"

Like a boulder that had been knocked out, the body of the seriously injured abrupt man fell on his companion's body, and the man flipped on his back.

The iron knight galloped away, spear unduly brave, piercing the chest of an abrupt wolf general in the distance.

The gun picks the remnants of the sun and paints blood marks.

His surname is Tie, and there is no mountain in his hometown, so he is called Tieshan Wu.

He was originally just an ordinary infantry officer, and now he is also a Northern Tang Iron Cavalry. He likes to ride on his horse, because then he can kill more enemies.

Their men kept falling, but they continued to advance forward, without stopping, and their goal was the commander of the Tu Wu army, and now they were not far away.

This army of Northern Tang Iron Cavalry is on the verge of destruction, and after today, it will cease to exist, but the losses of the Tuwu people are greater than them, so although they are defeated, they are proud.

……

……

The generals and their guards were all wiped out, but there were more than two hundred and fifty corpses of abrupt elite light horsemen lying on top of the river of blood.

This was the most humiliating battle of the Abrupt elite light cavalry, with thirty-three enemies destroyed and two hundred and fifty-four losses lost.

The people around were all dead, but the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty was still standing.

General Zhenwei was laughing, laughing heartily.

The face of the first warrior Amuta was a little pale, he had a spear head stuck in his right shoulder, gurgling blood, and his left arm was gone.

His body trembled slightly from excessive blood loss, and his eyes were slightly dazed when he looked at General Zhenwei.

He has always cared about the commander on the other side, because he is the first warrior in the army, brave and brave, maybe he is not as good as the other party in terms of commanding the army, but he has absolute confidence in life and death.

But today, his faith was shattered.

General Zhenwei's marksmanship and knife skills have a devilish trajectory, and he is so powerful and treacherous that he is defeated and retreated.

He felt like he was in a dream, and then looked at the other person's smile, and the chill in his heart flashed.

Although that kind of chill was fast, it surprised him, and since he became famous, it has been difficult to have such emotions.

General Zhenwei Tang knife obliquely downward, looks bewitching and beautiful, this is not an ordinary Tang knife, but a famous knife, the knife is carved with complex gluttonous patterns, called Qin kill, is the legendary masterpiece of the first knife family in Qin, known as a hundred battles are not dull, splitting clouds and removing armor.

He is an old Qin man, and this knife has accompanied him for half his life, from his ancestors for three generations, and today, it will accompany him to fall.

The gun is broken, and there is a knife, the person is there, the knife is there, it is everything.

One of Amu's sabers was broken, and another one was already miserable, but Qin Kill still flashed with a cold light, and even the traces were invisible.

General Zhenwei's armor was shattered and clinging to his body, and the water outside him was constantly flowing, accompanied by unstoppable blood.

Forty or fifty abrupt elite light horsemen surrounded him, and he was the only one who surrounded him.

General Zhenwei lowered his head, ** the black horse under his crotch, and asked, "Brother, is it okay?" ”

The war horse stared coldly ahead with eyes the size of a brass bell, and did not make any response.

But General Zhenwei he understood.

He held high the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty with one hand and Qin Kill with the other, facing the forty or fifty horsemen who surrounded him, as well as Amuta, who was obviously in a weak spirit, and said, "Kill!" ”

The autumn wind carried the autumn rain, blowing away the flag of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the big flag stretched out and fluttered in the wilderness.

If the Northern Tang Dynasty does not fall, the Northern Tang Dynasty will not be defeated, as long as they cannot be succumbed, the Sudden People will not win.

Forty or fifty horsemen came.

Qin Kill bloomed with the most dazzling brilliance.

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

As soon as Qin killed and cut through, the black horse was like flowing water, and the light armor of the abrupt cavalry was like a weak cloth, sinking deeply, and a long line appeared, and blood gushed out from it.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

The saber collided with Qin Kill, sparks shot out, and it was directly cut into two sections, and then someone's throat was broken with a big crack.

General Zhenwei's men and horses crashed into the surging cavalry, and then cut through one path after another, his armor more and more torn, and finally fell one after another, accompanied by mottled blood.

He slashed the elite light cavalry off his horse with one knife after another, and the saber of the abrupt man slashed at him again and again, and soon he was a bloody man, still bright red no matter how much the rain washed away.

He killed a circle, killed more than ten horses, and returned to the front of Amuta.

Six Tang soldiers came over, as if they wanted to protect him to the death, and dragged the remaining thirty or so horsemen with difficulty.

Tang soldiers fell one after another, and he held Qin Kill, galloped on horseback, and cut off Amu's head with a knife.

Amu suffered a serious blood loss and felt a little faint, but he saw the banner held high by General Zhenwei, as well as Qin Kill, who had come over.

They had clearly won, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little hopeless, he felt that he had failed, and then he couldn't help but take a step back.

His horse was long dead.

Two abrupt light horsemen chased after General Zhenwei, shouting the slogan of rushing and killing in an abrupt language.

And General Zhenwei headed towards Amuta, which was a very dramatic scene.

In Amouta's eyes, fear and courage coexisted, it was a very contradictory state, but it was reflected in his face, his hand did not know whether it was emotional effect or indeed weak, and he raised his saber to meet the battle, and let out a loud roar in a broken voice.

"Sonorous!"

The saber that had been broken was completely shattered, and Amu's brows frowned, a little painful, but not very painful, a little numb, but I don't know why it was a little comfortable, it was a kind of relieved comfort.

The blood that spilled out blinded his eyes, it was not his blood, he guessed that it should be the commander of the Northern Tang Dynasty, but he really didn't have the strength to wipe it off.

A heavy object slammed down on him, and he couldn't even let out a muffled grunt.

General Zhenwei's breathing was very weak, but his eyes were very attentive, he stared at Amuta, who was already unable to move, two sabers passed through his body, and were pulled out again, and said, "I killed you, did you see it?" ”