In the ravine.

Countless war horses crashed to the ground, making mournful noises, one after another.

Countless people flew out of their horses and fell to the ground with heavy screams.

It was a mess for a while, and it was extremely tragic.

However, an even more tragic scene suddenly erupted.

Countless people got up suddenly, the loess on their bodies fell, all of them were gray-headed, their eyes were red, like demons drilled out of hell, and they rushed up and slashed with Mo knives.

The Mo knife reflected the sunlight, blazing bright, and sharp.

With a knife, everyone and horses are shattered, and blood is raging.

"Ahh

The old people believed in ghosts and gods, and countless people were frightened by this sudden occurrence, shouting and falling off the war horses, crowded into a ball, and trampled to death by the chaotic horses, but more people were slashed off the horses by the terrifying Mo knife.

The knife is fierce and the killing intent is full of sky.

The Mo knife rotated like a windmill in the hands of the soldiers of the special combat regiment, like a meat grinder, killing all the people who stood in front of them, and none of them were spared, and they were unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of corpses lay on the ground, blood staining the yellow earth red.

Qin Huaidao didn't use a Mo knife, a horse lance made of stainless steel was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, like a war dragon roaring filial piety, stabbing out a series of gun shadows, killing the enemies crowded together out of a gap, and roared: "Crush!" ”

A roar, shocking four!

The next moment, Qin Huaidao rushed up with corpses all over the ground, like a god of war possessed, with an arrogant momentum.

The men of the special operations regiment were ordered to quickly speed up their attack and crush forward, and a thousand people lined up in a row, like a thousand meat grinders rolling forward, killing only the enemy with tears and fear.

However, something even more horrific happened.

"Kill—"

Countless shouts of killing sounded, deafening, and I saw countless people rushing down from both sides of the ravine, feathered arrows flying, swords fierce, running like wolves.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, thousands of cavalry roared, filling the entire ravine, like a flood of floodgates, rolling in with the momentum of engulfing everything and washing everything away, and the eyes of the leader were as sharp as lightning, and the battle intent on his body was burning, and the god of war rushed from nine days away.

Some of the cavalrymen who were lucky enough to dodge the tightrope rushed over were not knowing what to do, and stopped, thinking about whether to kill back to help, or take the opportunity to escape, and were startled when they saw the cavalry suddenly rushing over.

However, the most terrible thing about cavalry is not people, nor equipment, but speed.

Cavalry without speed is inferior to infantry.

One side has stopped watching, people's hearts are sluggish, there is no morale, the other side has high morale, rushing up to take advantage of the chaos to pick up people's heads, one eliminates the other's strengths, Luo Tong led people to rush over, the horse lance in his hand is like a shadow of electricity, so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, instantly assassinated more than a dozen people, and rushed to kill a person who looked like an officer in one breath.

The other party looked down on Luo Tong's appearance, his face changed greatly, and he asked, "Are you a Tang person?" ”

"Barbarian, suffer death." Luo Tong roared angrily and stabbed with a single shot.

The other party was shocked, and quickly picked up a big knife and slashed to block the fatal shot, and then felt that his hand was sent, and he knew that it was going to be bad, and he saw a gun shadow whistling, with a terrible sonic boom, and quickly waved the knife to see again.

"Dangdang!"

This person also has some skills, and he blocked Luo Tong's three assassinations in one go.

However, Luo Tong's lance method is more than one time, each time it is stronger than the other, and the terrifying anti-shock force makes the opponent's arm numb and ineffective, seeing that the fourth attack is coming up, it is clear that his thinking has kept up, and he also thinks of defense, but his arm does not keep up.

"Poof!"

The horse lance pierced the opponent's heart and penetrated behind him.

It was only then that the broadsword was blocked, and it slashed the horse lance, and the horse lance was shocked, but the wound was expanded, and the other party fell off the horse with a scream, and was killed on the spot, glaring angrily, perhaps before he died, he didn't understand why he would make up for himself.

The attack was successful, Luo Tong looked around, and saw that all the enemies who dodged the tightrope and rushed up were killed, and in front of him was the corpse that was killed by the Mo knife, layer upon layer, dense and solid, Rao is Luo Tong was bold and was also shocked by this scene, this Mo knife killing was too terrible.

The next moment, Luo Tong was ecstatic, the stronger the Mo knife, the greater the chance of winning, and shouted: "When the opportunity to redeem oneself for meritorious service comes, let Lao Tzu dismount and rush over to pick up the head." ”

As soon as everyone heard it, it made sense, the enemy had been pressed and beaten, and rushing forward was not just picking up heads?

"Kill!"

Countless people turned over and fell off their horses, brandishing their swords and rushing forward.

The Turkic surrendered troops wanted to redeem their heads, and the captured Tang people wanted revenge, not to mention that they could be promoted by meritorious service if they killed the enemy, who didn't want to be an officer? Who doesn't want to get rich?

Everyone's eyes were red, and looking at the enemy in front of them was like seeing an ingot of silver and an official hat.

"Kill!"

The crowd rushed forward like crazy.

Luo Tong was originally a little worried that the troops would not be able to do it, after all, they were all Turks, and they might even defect, look

When everyone rushed up to slash and kill like crazy, their hearts were settled, and they admired Qin Huaidao more and more, a surrendered army was actually trained into an elite in just a few days, and he was willing to attack his own people, throughout the ages, there has never been, no wonder he can destroy Goguryeo, collect Tibet, and calm the rebellion in the north.

"Hahaha, good!"

At this moment, Luo Tong laughed excitedly, he was in a good mood, and the horse lance in his hand was shocked, and he also rushed to kill.

Killing, almost one-sided!

Qin Huaidao led the special operations group to crush all the way, and the momentum was like a bamboo, killing the enemy and retreating one after another.

Cheng Chumo and Fang Yiai, who were outflanked on both sides, were even more generals, and the commander adopted the three-three system of warfare, three in a group, one attack, one defense, one strategy, and three joined forces to fight one, and no one stopped them.

When Luo Tong rushed up on foot with his men to support, the shortcomings of the lack of troops were made up, and it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

However, a touch of despair for the enemy appeared.

A large army roared in, their bodies pressed low, almost lying on their horses, but long scimitars stretched out from the sides of the horses, radiating a chill in the sun, like the scythe of death.

This cavalry played very tricky, and did not charge head-on, but came in circles, and the line was very long, but it ran out of an arc, like a scimitar slashing hard.

The leader is Luo Zhang, his eyes are calm and sharp, and he leads people to cut through the enemy's periphery, without any superfluous movements, relying on the speed of the horse, with the help of horsepower, two long scimitars cut the enemy's body, blood rushes wildly, and the team is like a plough sweeping the hole.

Although the people behind them had only practiced the battle formation for three days, they followed suit, rushed forward on horseback, and let the scimitar kill the enemy, without any superfluous movements, and even lowered their bodies to avoid attacks.

More than 1,000 people ran in an arc, like a huge scimitar cutting through the enemy formation, leaving only corpses all over the ground, Luo Zhang led the team in a circle, and rushed over again.

With the first experience, everyone did better the second time.

Then the third, the fourth......

And so on, constantly cutting, bleeding, and blocking the entrance to the ravine, not giving the enemy a chance to rush out.

On the one hand, there is a scimitar like a cutter, constantly harvesting lives, on the other hand, there is a knife like a meat grinder, constantly crushing forward, and there are countless people on both sides with the help of the three-three system to cooperate in combat, pressing the enemy to fight.

Where did the enemy stand and began to crumble.

"Surrender, I surrender!"

I don't know who shouted, the voice was sharp and devastated.

Soon some people dropped their weapons, squatted on the ground and held their heads still, and some people even lay down and pretended to be dead.

Everyone has a herd mentality, and when one surrenders, they follow suit.

Soon, there was a mass surrender of the enemy army, and they all crouched down and did not move, shouting something, but the generals received a death order to leave no one alive, how could they accept the surrender?

The Tang people who were captured as slaves went crazy, their hearts were full of hatred, and they did not accept surrender, as for the Turkic surrender, at this moment, everyone's hearts were full of killing the enemy and making meritorious contributions, redeeming themselves, and being promoted, where did they care if the other party surrendered or not? Although they are all Turkic, they are not a tribe, who cares who lives or dies?

The Tang people, who have courtesy, righteousness and shame, still fight each other and compete for the country, not to mention the Turkic people who are not educated, only have interests in their eyes, only survival and reproduction, and the weak eat the strong.

To live for yourself, die!

Slash your swords at the enemy, whether you surrender or not.

At this moment, the battle turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Qin Huaidao was covered in blood, and when he saw the enemy surrendering, he suddenly lost interest, looked around, and shouted: "Luo Ying, you command, crush it, and leave no one behind." ”

"Kill me!" Luo Ying yelled, and commanded.

Qin Huaidao stationed the horse lance, panting while observing the battle situation, seeing that the victory was decided, his heart was a little calm, and shouted: "Speed up, don't live your mouth." ”

Although the captives are good, after all, they are Turks, not our race, and their hearts must be different, so they have to guard against them.

Zhao Long motioned to the people of the guard camp to disperse the surrounding guards, came to Qin Huaidao's side and said excitedly: "Young master, the victory is in hand, we have won again." ”

"Don't be careless yet, immediately send two teams of people to find the war horses, scatter ten miles around to reconnoitre, prevent the enemy from coming, and move quickly." Qin Huaidao admonished.

"Wang Hu, you take a team of people, be careful." Zhao Long immediately arranged.

Wang Hu agreed and left with someone.

"Hopefully no other enemies will come."

Qin Huaidao said secretly, his sharp eyes looking into the distance, revealing a little worry.