The city gate flickered, and the moment the light shone out of the city gate, Peng Qingshan, who led the troops to stay outside the city, was beating wildly in his heart.

When the suspension bridge fell to the ground and shook up bursts of dust, Peng Qingshan's legs were tightly on the horse's belly, Yan rode a horizontal knife, and shouted in a long voice: "Brothers, rush with Ben Zhonglang and enter the south gate."

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sound of killing came out of the mouths of the soldiers, mixed with the sound of the hooves of the concussive horses, and the atmosphere exploded.

The cavalry went on a rampage, and the devil seemed to rush into the south gate.

Peng Qingshan commanded most of the iron cavalry, in addition, there are 5,000 flying cavalry.

In an instant, 10,000 wild cavalry charged, the iron cavalry in front opened the way, and the flying cavalry in the rear pursued and killed, like a giant python swimming, and there was no force to compete with it wherever it passed.

Breaking into the city, the horse's hooves trampled on the ground and the bluestone slab rumbled, like a huge drum hammer hitting the snare drum with all its might, and the hunting sound was deafening.

In a few moments, Peng Qingshan led the 10,000 cavalry to rush into the city, and the thunderous momentum cleared the remnants of the forbidden army at the south gate. Meet Yan Yuefeng and Ram Sun inside the city gate.

The momentum of the cavalry in front of him was like a rainbow, like rolling waves, bursting out with overwhelming momentum, and the vast cold and murderous aura.

Since Chang'an, the flying cavalry army has traveled to the north and south of the Tang Dynasty, the Khitan cavalry is the whetstone, and the Xijing City is the training ground.

Yan Yuefeng, Ram Sun witnessed the momentum of the flying cavalry, especially the wild and arrogant momentum of the flying cavalry, the blood was boiling, and the fighting spirit was strong.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yan Yuefeng rode his horse close to Peng Qingshan, and seized the opportunity to order: "Peng Qingshan, successfully control the south gate, but still can't relax, there are still many Silla forbidden troops in the city, and many enemy troops are killed in all directions.

Tonight, the iron cavalry opened the way, killing wildly along the way, so that the Silla Forbidden Army could taste the momentum of the Dandong cavalry's wild hunting and killing. You and Ben will lead the iron cavalry to the north gate and annihilate the North Gate Forbidden Army!

Gongsun Yang, you take the flying cavalry army, sweep the city gas, drive straight to the east gate, be sure to clear the east gate in the shortest possible time, and bring in the cavalry outside the city.

You personally led the cavalry to attack the palace with all your might, and sent another 5,000 cavalry along the streets to kill the west gate, and brought the cavalry from outside the city into the city.

Ben hopes that when the North Gate changes hands, you will lead your troops to conquer the palace, capture Park Hengyuan, and control the families in the city."

"Yes!"

Peng Qingshan, the ram Sun Jaw head, the south gate has been controlled by the Dandong army.

More than 10,000 cavalry slaughtered into the city, the situation is not a small good, it is a great good!

Peng Qingshan, Ram Sun didn't hesitate for a moment, and acted quickly according to Yan Yuefeng's instructions.

In particular, Peng Qingshan led the cavalry into the south gate, laying the foundation for the victory of the Dandong army, and Ram Sun was eager to capture the palace and capture Pu Hengyuan alive, so that the battle ended successfully.

Yan Yuefeng and Peng Qingshan led the cavalry into the city, and in the strong charge, they met with the dead soldiers of the big family and the courtyard that were killed in the street.

Many guards, dead soldiers, no fear, no cold, grabbed knives and guns and hurried to the south, as if the waves were huge, trying in vain to block Yan Yuefeng, and Peng Qingshan rode north.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yuefeng and Peng Qingshan's killing intent was even worse, and they easily seized the south gate, and the momentum of the iron cavalry soared, and the two of them never put the families in the city in their eyes and the dead.

These nursing homes on weekdays, the nursing homes that intercept and kill halfway, the dead soldiers, who have not experienced the baptism of war, killing and quenching, are regarded by the two as wine bags and rice bags, and a bunch of straw bags.

Relying on the courtyard alone, the dead soldiers come from various families, and there is no unified command of generals in the battle, it is like a plate of scattered sand, no matter how many there are, they cannot be condensed.

If you can't punch in one place, you can't make it in one place, and you don't have any combat power at all.

It seems that the ploughing ox is huge at first glance and will pose a threat to the Dandong army, but Yan Yuefeng and Peng Qingshan firmly believe that they will fight quickly and kill quickly, tear apart the courtyard, and the dead will charge, with the momentum of thunder, and the state of hunting, visually causing a spiritual shock to the other party.

These stragglers were brave, did not undergo strict military training to protect the hospital, and the dead soldiers, rushed to kill with the iron cavalry, and finally became the soul of the iron cavalry.

Like Yan Yuefeng, as expected by Peng Qingshan, the iron cavalry rushed wildly, bloody rain and bloody wind along the way, stumps and broken arms, and corpses were scattered.

Yi Zhengque came with the officials, paying attention to the dead soldiers sent by various families, guarding the courtyard, in a vain attempt to temporarily form a defense to resist the Dandong flying cavalry.

How can the iron cavalry rush to kill, like a group of grassland wolves hunting prey, galloping and killing, in the courtyard, the defense formed by the dead to tear open the bloody mouth.

The iron cavalry rushed to kill the thunder and kill, each for the camp and the hospital, and the dead soldiers, like specially coming to send people's heads, were eaten away step by step, and the casualties soared rapidly!

Noticing the dire situation of the forces on all sides of Silla, Yi Zhengqian hurriedly turned around and instructed the surviving officials beside him: "Hurry up and gather the scattered guards and dead soldiers, if they are allowed to charge indiscriminately, sooner or later they will be broken by the Dandong army one by one."

"Yes!"

The situation was critical, and more than a dozen officials dispersed in an instant, regardless of the crisis on the battlefield, shouted while hurrying: "All the guards, the dead soldiers, gather in the central street, and unite with the Lord Yi, so as not to fight separately and be broken by the Dandong Iron Cavalry one by one."

However, the battlefield situation was far more complicated than Yi Zhengque imagined, and in the dark night, with Yan Yuefeng and Peng Qingshan with iron cavalry, the number of Dandong troops in the city skyrocketed.

Even if there are officials shouting, even if all parties protect the courtyard and the dead are quickly concentrated, they still can't change the bad situation of being killed.

The more concentrated the number in the street, the faster it gathers, but it is like a swimming fish, and it is easier to be killed by iron horsemen and wiped out.

In an instant, where the iron cavalry passed, the corpses on the ground became denser and denser, and the soldiers were scattered, covering the ground.

The tragic scene is like the Shura Hell, the wounded nurses, the dead soldiers, lying in a pool of blood and wailing miserably.

The most important thing is that Yan Yuefeng is dancing with a three-pointed and two-edged spear, and in the chaotic streets, he has already noticed that Yi Zheng is missing.

He knew that Yi Zhengque was the core of this group of stragglers, and he was trying in vain to change the situation of the Silla army.

During the killing, he shouted to Peng Qingshan: "Peng Qingshan, you lead the iron cavalry to capture the thief general."

"Howler!"

Peng Qingshan shouted loudly, grabbed the horizontal knife and rode his horse in the direction of Yi Zhengque.

One article and one martial arts, Yi Zhengqian has no advantage, not to mention, the official is gone, and there is no protection beside him.

Capture Yi is lacking, almost effortlessly.

Yi Zhengque witnessed Peng Qingshan's killing, did not retreat but advanced, without fear, and was ready to die on the battlefield.

"Thief general, Hugh wants to hurt Lord Yi!"

Not far away, Qiu Ranjun led 3,000 forbidden troops to reinforce at the most dangerous time, and seeing that Yi Zheng was lacking a line of life and death, he grabbed the iron tire bow, put on a sharp arrow, shouted wildly, and released the attack to shoot Peng Qingshan.

"Kill yourself!"

Peng Qingshan slanted his sword, shot down the incoming arrows, glanced at Qiu Ranjun and the forbidden army that followed, his face was fearless, and he snorted coldly.

The cold flickering horizontal knife still slashed at Yi Zhengque, wanting to capture Yi Zhengque before Qiu Ranjun rushed to help.

(End of chapter)