Teng Silinburg was instantly swallowed up by the rolling yellow sand of thousands of horses, and then at this time, the torrent of cavalry, which was actually approaching 200,000, surged through the narrow mountain pass as if endlessly, and vented towards the plain on the east bank of the Tigris River ahead.

At the front of them was an ancient chariot.

Four horses galloped forward on the plains where ancient Babylonian civilization was born, and the four horses pulled a wooden chariot shaped like a classical era, carrying an ornate throne on which an oriental general dressed in bright light armor stood proudly over everything. Within the wooden frame beside him, the terrifying mace stood as proudly as he did, and beside the mace a large banner hunted in the wind, and the golden dragon meandered back, forming a round white sun and yellow moon on a red background, shining on the banks of the Tigris, shining on the land once overlooked by the Hanging Gardens and the Tower of Babel.

And behind the white sun and yellow moon that hung high in the Babylonian sky, the sand and dust raised by the 200,000 cavalry rushed wildly like the most terrifying sandstorm in the desert, crashing forward all the time, and like a sandstorm, it swallowed up the green fields, devoured the cities, and devoured the villages.

Devouring everything.

Leave the blood of death.

Leave behind billowing smoke that soars into the sky.

Leave behind boundless ruins and destruction.

"We are the whip of the God of Haotian, punish all sins, sinful people, wail, weep, accept your fate!"

At the head of Bagubai City, Yang Feng howled like a mace like a madman.

At his feet, a torrent of cavalry at the city gates that he had just smashed rushed in, carrying bloody waves that stirred through the streets of the most important cities before the Silk Road reached Baghdad, and with the cold light of the falling iron hooves and scimitars, the heads of countless great cannibals rolled into the dust, the dead bodies trampled on the dirt, and the survivors looked up to the sky and cried in despair.

Cry out to their gods.

It's a pity that there was no response from their gods.

This was already the fifth city that Yang Feng had destroyed, and after he had killed Limburg, he swept along the Diyala River, a tributary of the Tigris River, crushing everything that stood in his way, and the 200,000-strong army devoured everything like locusts on the plains on both sides of the Diarra River. Because the peaceful days were too long, those big food nobles who were basically about to become wastes were defenseless in the face of this terrifying force, and could only flee and kill like the bannermen of the Eight-Nation Alliance when they entered Beijing, or simply kneel to the side and offer their own women to flatter. Yang Feng, like Li Zicheng who entered Beijing, continued to attract the poor people to join in this carnival feast, and he was turning this expedition of 3,000 miles into a carnival of the common people of the empire.

And behind him are the Kurds.

It goes without saying what choice this nation will make in such a situation.

"Jie Shuai, the Great Food Army has arrived!"

Yang Xianzhong suddenly interrupted Yang Feng's performance.

"Ah, it's finally here!"

Yang Feng raised his head as he spoke, looking at the horizon in the distance.

There was originally a blue of heaven and earth as if blended into the paint, a cloudy yellow is gradually clear, it is obvious that Mansour's army has arrived, Mansur can not tolerate his destruction like this, if he is not hindered and let him rush to Kufa, in the end, even if he can keep the capital, he will not be able to keep the throne, his own core land has been killed, the people who covet his throne can still hold back?

He had to put Yang Feng Bagubai.

Because from here on, it can be regarded as the richest land of the two rivers.

Calculating this time, he should indeed arrive, Kufa can actually be regarded as Najaf, Ctesiphon is equivalent to Baghdad, and Bagubai is north of Baghdad, Schilling Fort is between Kirkuk and Bagubai, the news of Yang Feng's attack on Schilling Fort can be sent to Kufa in less than a day, and the time when Mansur gathered his army to arrive here is about the same time as Yang Feng killed from Schillingburg.

It's clear that this is a decisive battle.

Yang Feng likes this.

"Persian warriors, bypass the city, your emperor is in front, let's go and kill him, and then let's go and destroy his palace, rob him of his money, and leave our seed in his woman's body!"

He turned and yelled out of the city.

The Persian soldiers outside the city laughed and turned around.

Yang Xianzhong saw it and hurriedly rushed to Abu, who was coming. Mu Silin, the next decisive battle of nearly 100,000 people, although the follow-up army has not yet arrived, but the forward that arrived at Bagubai is also nearly 50,000, in fact, the coalition army has already been chaotic, 200,000 troops who don't even understand the language can't command at all, Yang Feng doesn't care about other forces to rush forward, it is already a miracle to have 50,000 follow, thanks to the two excellent real commanders under him.

And Mansour's army will only be more and not less, a big war of this scale cannot be brutal, it must be well arranged, Yang Dashuai has no hope, saying Abu. Mu Si Lin is much more reliable than Da Shuai.

However, he had just arrived in Abu. In front of Mu Silin, there was a frenzied roar behind him.

He looked back in amazement.

Yang Dashuai was already on the chariot with a mace.

And behind him, five hundred mounted cavalry had already urged the war horses.

Abu. Mu Silin stretched out his hands to him, and the two of them smiled helplessly at the same time, and then as if they had a heart, they turned their horses' heads and rushed to their respective subordinates, just when Yang Feng took his armored cavalry and thousands of cavalry of various tribes, and rushed head-on into the Great Food Army like an indomitable head-on, the two of them each led the Khorasan Army and the Hezhong Coalition Army, and rushed to the left and right flanks of the Great Food Army respectively, and at the same time, a large number of messengers were also sent by them to urge the follow-up departments to come immediately.

Or rather, the search for follow-up troops.

At this time, the follow-up troops were already in chaos, and they were all sweeping around like excited wolves!

Of course, these Yang Feng are not interested in care.

Yang Dashuai fights, so don't care what kind of troop arrangement!

He has only one tactic, just rush up and smash it with no relentlessness, regardless of his thousands of troops, I will go straight to the ......

Well, he can't die anyway!

As for whether this huge army under his command will die or not, it is said that he doesn't care if the 200,000 army is wiped out, it is nothing more than the five hundred Tang army equipped cavalry around him, and whoever dies in the remaining armies of all ethnic groups can't say bad things to him, this is the reason why Yang Dashuai is crazy, he doesn't care about casualties at all, the Turgish soldiers are dead, it is easier for him to control the steppe of the Seven Rivers, the Sogdian soldiers are dead, the countries in the river will be more obedient, and the Persian soldiers are dead......

The Persian soldiers are dead, and it's all about him.

Yang Dashuai is indeed clear-headed, even if he is crazy about running alone for 3,000 miles, he dares to take action directly, but he is not stupid, he dares to take action because he doesn't care about the life or death of these people, even if the 200,000 troops die in the two rivers, he is not distressed.

He's sure he'll be able to go back anyway.

It was precisely because he had no concern that Yang Dashuai's madness was vividly exerted in this decisive battle, and he did not think about tactical issues at all, sitting on his chariot, like a god, with a proud face and majesty of all beings, rushing straight towards the Great Food Army. Soon tens of thousands of cannibal cavalry appeared in front of him, and the vast army of Mansur's cobbled together all the forces around him seemed to be boundless, completely obscuring the green fields with a firm belief in defending their homeland. This spectacular scene even made those Persian cavalry who followed Yang Feng's charge subconsciously slow down, although they had been led by Yang Feng to the rhythm, but at this time, the strong strength of the Great Food Army still made them sober.

After all, just a few thousand people rushing tens of thousands of people is still too brain-dead.

At this time, the best thing to do is to retreat to Bagubai and wait for the follow-up army to come and meet.

And not a brainless charge.

But Yang Feng didn't slow down at all, even the five hundred armored cavalry behind him didn't slow down, and he was used to following the commander's armored cavalry to charge thousands of troops, so he didn't look at these enemies in his eyes!

Just less than two miles away from the Great Food Army, Yang Feng suddenly stood up from the throne, picked up the mace beside him, he let out a long roar, and then jumped up, and at the moment he landed, the carriage quickly turned to the side, and when the cavalry caught up, Yang Feng dragged the mace, with this steel spike straight to the boundless Great Food Army in front of him.

At this time, the Persian army behind had already distanced himself from him, forming a spectacular scene of him and 500 mounted cavalry charging tens of thousands of enemy troops alone.

The big cannibal opposite them was also stupid.

In the middle of the Great Food Army, a middle-aged man wearing golden armor looked at this unscientific scene with amazement, looking at the figure who was not riding a horse, but on the ground at the same speed as a war horse, dragging a strangely shaped weapon, charging madly towards himself, looking at the cavalry behind him, although there were only a few hundred people, but all the people and horses were wrapped in the iron armor, and the cavalry who was also charging madly towards him, he even forgot to give an order for a while.

Fortunately, the general beside him reacted quickly, and then waved his hand to the side, and at least five thousand Great Eclipse soldiers immediately urged their war horses to start rushing forward.

All the big cannibals in the back are watching.

Obviously, in their imagination, this brave enemy heavy cavalry will be overwhelmed by ten times the Great Eclipse Warriors in an instant, although these people are extremely well equipped, but the tenfold numerical advantage determines the winner, not to mention that they are also dispatched by the most elite Praetorian Guards, these most courageous Great Eclipse Warriors will cut off the heads of all enemies.

Seeing that the two cavalry were about to collide, the middle-aged man in golden armor lowered his head and said something to the generals beside him.

The general nodded.

Then he urged his horse to prepare to move forward, but at this moment, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, because at this moment, the soldiers of the Great Praetorian Guard, who had already crashed into the heavy horse, splashed like a torrent crashing into the rocks......