For these generals under An Lushan who are more capable of fighting, Yang Feng still doesn't mind accepting it, Li Guiren is the commander of the Luoluo River, and the combat effectiveness is definitely no problem.

Anyway, Yang Feng is not afraid that these people will rebel against him repeatedly.

There is no one under his command who dares to have a different heart, as long as he follows him, he must be born as his person, and death is ......

Death is his dead man.

This point has long been the consensus of the Hezhong Army, and everyone understands that provoking Yang Dashuai is a dead end.

There is no difference between daring to rebel against him and committing suicide, even Ge Luofeng was forced to die in his own capital by him, so whether it is this thousands of troops and horses, whether it is a strong city wall, or a lofty mountain range, what can stop Yang Dashuai's murderous stick? Wouldn't he be tired of daring to make him, who would be able to stop him from coming to the door with a mace? In this way, Yang Feng can completely open up these enemy generals, Li Guiren, Tian Qianzhen can do it, as for Cui Qianyou, forget it, after all, he still has to avenge Ge Shuhan and Feng Changqing, as long as the others are not the kind of heinous crimes, or the sons and clansmen of An Lushan Shi Siming, then there is no need to kill, and they can receive their own subordinates.

After all, these people have a clean enough background for him.

This is very important, in fact, he took the initiative to take on the most difficult task, just to recruit these Fan Yang elites.

"Give orders to your people, and those who descend will not die!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Li Guiren honestly gave the standard-bearer beside him a look, and the latter hurriedly waved the flag and signaled the armies to lay down their arms and surrender.

Of course, this is of little use.

The whole battlefield has been slaughtered, the torrent of 8,000 cavalry mounted on the west bank of the Bahe River continues to impact, the scattered rebels are cut into small pieces by them to fight separately, some surrender, some stubbornly resist and fight to the end, and some desperately flee to the Bahe River and even step on the river beach to try to cross the river, and some simply flee north to the bank of the Wei River, as for how to escape next, it is estimated that they have not taken care of it, and they have completely broken their courage under the impact of those iron horses.

In this case, Li Quyren's order was of little use.

However, all the nearby rebels surrendered.

After all, in front of an enemy like Yang Feng, they really didn't have much courage to resist, mortals couldn't resist this kind of half-immortal body, with Yang Feng as the center, tens of thousands of Fan Yang soldiers around them all silently laid down their weapons, and then looked at this man who was like a god with a fearful gaze, the latter's gaze kept sweeping over them, and some of the timid began to kneel, and then everyone knelt down and bowed to the ground, bowing to their new master.

Immediately after that, Yang Feng's gaze turned to the east coast.

East Coast Battlefield.

"Enter!"

Ma Lan waved his hand and said.

Beside him, the signalman waved the signal flag.

"Enter!"

Among all the infantry in the array, those generals issued orders one after another, and the heavily armored Mo knife hands moved forward neatly, and the terrifying Mo knife formed a silver wall, reflecting the dazzling sunlight, and pressed towards the rebel cavalry who had just rushed out of the river beach, and on their other side, under the protection of the jungle of spears, those divine arm archers kept repeating the shooting action, and the crossbow arrows kept whistling and piercing the air, instantly sweeping a distance of more than one hundred and fifty steps, hitting those charging cavalry, penetrating the armor on their bodies and penetrating their bodies.

The charging cavalry was still moving forward, and in order to be able to escape, these Hu people-dominated cavalry had no choice.

They roared on horseback, and kept shooting feathered arrows.

But these arrows almost posed no threat to the Tang army, let alone cavalry bows, even infantry bows could not penetrate their armor, in the sound of feather arrows hitting the iron armor, those god arm archers divided into three columns behind the spear jungle methodically stepped on the crossbow arms with their feet, relying on waist strength to complete the winding, loading the crossbow arrows, and then aiming and pulling the trigger, they didn't even care about their own results, just there mechanically repeating their movements over and over again, with powerful crossbow arrows to constantly shoot the enemy off the horse.

Almost at the same time, the Modaomen, who took the initiative to attack, crashed into the torrent of enemy troops.

The four-thousand-heavy armor Mo knife hand instantly turned into a meat grinder on the battlefield.

These big men with cold forging armor all over their bodies, who no longer need to be attacked by the enemy's swords, spears, bows and arrows, roared and waved the fifteen-pound Mo knife in their hands, with the reflected sunlight, smashing everything in front of them, whether it was a person or a war horse, all of them were shattered in the swing of these four thousand Mo knives, and in the sorrow of the blood flowing war horse, the dead bodies and broken limbs continued to pile up under their feet as they advanced, and the heads rolled under their feet, They overwhelmed all enemies they could see with a plague of killing and death.

The rebels are still fighting their back.

They had no choice, these infantry completely blocked the way of their retreat.

And at this moment, with a long roar, a silver figure in the sky above them suddenly fell, and at the moment of landing, an arc of light drew a circle.

A dozen fountains of blood rose into the sky.

Then the silver figure also rose into the sky in the splattered blood mist, and then fell to the ground again, and the rebel soldiers on the ground screamed in horror and raised their spears, but the figure lowered the shield in his hand, and instantly crashed into the middle of the enemy with a snapping sound of spears, and the silver arc of light once again circled around him.

Once again, the fountain of blood rose into the sky.

Then he soared into the sky again.

……

The Mo swordsmen of the Tang Army are crazy.

With a roar of religious fervor, they looked with adoring eyes at their commanders, at the rising gods who dominated the battlefield, and then slashed forward with the same madness, their blood boiling, and their brains devoid of any fear or scruples. They can't see the enemy's spears, they can't see the arrows from the enemy, they can't even see the wounds on their bodies, they only have that god-like light in their vision, and they only have the desire to slash in their brains, and they keep slashing and slashing, and under the guidance of that divine light, they keep moving forward all the time, smashing any block, so that everything that dares to stand in their way will turn into mud under their feet.

This is Yang Feng's biggest role on the battlefield.

Bring up the rhythm of your own soldiers, make their blood burn, turn them into madmen, and turn them into killing beasts.

Even not only the Mo knife hand, even those spearmen and god arm archers also shouted and directly joined the attack, the latter also had the Mo knife, but it was not as heavy as the Mo knife hand, but they could supplement the Mo knife hand when necessary, the heavy infantry of the entire eight thousand Tang Army, in this way, did not lose the fierceness of those mounted cavalry on the west bank, and firmly blocked the fleeing enemy troops on the river beach on both sides of the Baqiao.

Yang Feng, who was standing on a towering tree, looked at the two battlefields with satisfaction.

The battle on the west bank is coming to an end, the vast majority of the rebels have chosen to surrender, only a few Hu cavalry are still fleeing or resisting, and some of the cannon fodder who arrived have already begun to capture those prisoners, and even some of the cannon fodder simply picked up bows and crossbows on the ground, and joined the shooting of the enemy on the river beach like water dogs, after all, they are also the army in the river, and some heroic ones simply picked up spears and launched an attack on the river beach. The 8,000 heavy infantry on the east bank formed a steel wall, not only blocking the enemy's escape but also gradually pressing them back to the river beach, and the other 9,000 auxiliaries who arrived later also joined the battle, these auxiliaries were actually not much different from the soldiers, but they were originally a reserve in the back distance, even if they also arrived later on horseback, but they were still not inferior to the elites in the interior in terms of equipment and combat effectiveness.

Clearly, the big picture is decided.

In fact, the moment his figure soared into the sky, there was no suspense about the outcome of this battle.

The vast majority of An Lushan's subordinates are also former Tang Army soldiers, Yang Feng's legend They also know it over the years, it was just a legend before, but after the real person showed their superhuman ability in front of them, the most direct visual impact instantly disintegrated their fighting spirit, and when there was no way back, surrender became an inevitable choice.

They are just pure soldiers, and they are not fanatics, and it is difficult for them to have the courage to fight to the end.

In fact, the vast majority of Fan Yang's army was coerced by An Lushan, and when An Lushan first rebelled, he also shouted the slogan of Yang Guozhong on the side of the Qing monarch, but after hitting Luoyang, these soldiers broke the jar and fell, and second, they were stimulated by the fruitful harvest of sacking Luoyang, and third, they were all from Hebei, and they didn't have much affection for Datang, so they fought until Chang'an, and at this time they basically didn't have much motivation, just thinking about saving their lives, as long as Yang Feng didn't kill them, they wouldn't care about changing their masters.

However, there are still many who are still resisting.

Yang Feng suddenly let out a long roar.

His voice resounded like a dragon's roar on the battlefields of the East and the West.

The next moment, he jumped forward, with the help of the height of the big tree under his feet, in the eyes of everyone, suddenly appeared in the sky nearly thirty meters high, just when those rebel soldiers looked up, his left hand suddenly flicked, and the special round shield in his hand spun and flew out, and then turned into a cold light. The wrought iron shield weighing more than two hundred pounds with a strange roar, instantly reached nearly fifty meters away, like a giant axe to cut off a standing banner, and then continued to move forward without the slightest hindrance, less than three zhang away from the banner, a middle-aged general watched the flag fall blankly, and almost at the same time the shield swept his neck with a spray of blood, and his head fell in the blood color that shot straight into the sky like a fountain.

It landed at the same time as the broken flag.

The head flicked on the ground, then turned to the side of the flag, a pair of dead eyes staring at the huge Cui character on it.

This is Choi Qianyou.

"Those who descend will not die!"

Yang Feng roared in mid-air.