Vasily's screams were everywhere, and the sparse White Huns ran all over the mountains and fields from the rout of the Tang army camp, shouting in horror in their own language, and looking back in embarrassment.

Although there are twice as many people, they are all cavalry, but the main force of the White Huns has basically been wiped out, and the remnants are either old men over fifty years old, or little babies who have not grown into their teens, how can such old and weak and sick people compete with the Tang Army Praetorian Guard troops who are almost armed to the teeth, and there are still 100 cavalry, if it is the Taizong era, I am afraid that the 500 Tang elite cavalry can defeat them in the field.

Although the White Huns made a mess for the entire Tang Army, but after fighting for half an hour, these Hu people were finally killed and feared, repulsed, and saw them flee, the eldest grandson Wuji breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, but just for a moment, the old guy shouted with high morale: "Send a message to Tang Xiujing, the camp is fine, order him to continue the attack!"

About a stick of incense, the Tang army, who looked back from time to time, let out a shocking cheer, and the pace of the attack was a little faster again.

The thrilling battle lasted until sunset, and here, Sharmat organized several army counterattacks, but the tribes under his command were too many and too mixed, and under such a fierce offensive, many Hu tribes were already killed and wounded, and they really didn't want to fight anymore.

The first to retreat was the White Huns, the White Hun cavalry who withdrew from the Tang Army did not return to the camp at all, seeing the group of companions dying under the spears of the Tang Army, the frightened Huns scattered and fled, and they didn't even want a clan.

Immediately came the Sarmatians, a tribe on horseback that could not be used at all on a crowded battlefield, and was crowded together by the spearmen of the Tang Army, and then the slaughter of the Mo sword soldiers in pieces, and after fighting to the death for more than an hour, they also collapsed.

Then came the various tribes of the Scythian Alliance, then the Slavic tribes that were originally scattered, and finally the Vikings who set foot on the battlefield again were also unable to defeat the advance of the humanoid tanks of the Tang Army's Mo swordsmen.

"Christ helps!"

The most well-organized Germanic warriors finally collapsed, crying and shouting covered in blood, and one by one the Frankish hoplites, Visigothic swordsmen, and Saracen axemen forgot their promises, and threw away their proud and heavy axes, and fled in a hurry in the direction of the setting of the sun.

"Father, let's go! If you don't leave, it's too late! Trembling timidly, little Piping tugged at the corner of Sharmat's coat and shouted anxiously.

The curly yellow hair was also wet with sweat, flowing down the beard, but Charlie Matt was holding the Frankish lion flag, holding the European two-handed sword, shaking his head and vetoing: "I am the king of the Franks in the East!" How can you escape? ”

But at this moment, the last few military formations that Frank insisted on also let out a miserable scream, and watched the Tang Army, which was covered in blood and imposing like a tiger, disrupted his own military formation, and more than a dozen Frankish nobles who were close to the palace were knocked to the ground, and dozens of blades were inserted into the body together and let out an extremely terrible scream before death, and the cold sweat on Sharmat's forehead came out again.

"Kid!" Suddenly grabbing Xiao Piping's shoulders, Charlie Matt suddenly asked urgently: "Remember that in the morning I taught you that a qualified politician should judge the situation at all times, not be confused by the so-called covenant feelings, and not be bound by worldly morality?"

At this time, is this about to say the last words? Xiao Piping nodded nervously, but who knew that Charlie suddenly put him on his shoulders and said, "Now is the time to practice!" Let's go! ”

The golden lion banner was gone, throwing down the sword, carrying his little son, Charlie Matt ran to the side of the war horse in three steps and two steps, and threw the little Piping up, without even telling his subordinates who were still fighting, and so on, the many Frankish dukes and counts who couldn't support it came back to their senses, and the king they jointly recognized had run out with his knights for hundreds of meters.

Like the collapsed Frankish flag, the last of these Western barbarians were also destroyed by the Tang Army, and the remnants of more than 30,000 Franks cursed Charlie Matt's eighteenth generation ancestors in their hearts, and they also irretrievably fled westward.

The cloud of the million-strong army of Hulu hanging over the entire Tang Dynasty was completely destroyed at this moment, and the mountains were full of defeated soldiers fleeing from the Hu people, and the Tang army was boiling at this moment.

The wound was still dripping with blood, the arrows were still hanging in the flesh, there was no rotation, the fatigue of a hard day of fighting was also left behind, full of excitement, even the Mo knife hand who had been killed and injured took off the heavy Mingguang armor, and hundreds of thousands of Tang troops also rushed out like a pouring flood, chasing behind the scattered Hu Lu.

"My Datang Heavenly Army has won!"

I don't know when he ran out of the back camp, Li Zhi even burst into tears with excitement, and despite the dissuasion of others, he personally led a cavalry to drive out of the barracks, catching up with the Tang Army warriors who were chasing the enemy, and also joined the pursuit.

Death has to save face and suffer the crime, after all, he escaped late, Charlie Matt fell behind, and behind him, a team of Tang Army knights who were already out of breath, and even the war horses had hot white foam in their mouths stuck behind him, and the leading Yunzhong Governor Gao Kan had been staring at Charlie Matt for a whole day, if this Hulu Khan was captured, then the Hulu army would never have the possibility of reuniting, Gao Kan was determined to win!

The chase lasted for a full time, the arrows behind him fell, and more than a dozen Frankish noble knights screamed and were shot off their horses, seeing Charlie Matt's horse climb a gentle slope, Gao Kan once again pulled out an arrow from the quiver and put it on the bow, the fine Tuomu horn compound bow was pulled away little by little, and the next time Charlie Matt appeared in his sight again, Gao Kan wanted to shoot him off the horse with his own hands.

Immediately after, Gao Kan's war horse also jumped up the dirt slope at that high point, and the next second, Gao Kan's hand holding the bow and arrow stiffened, Charlie Matt did not escape in a hurry as expected, but stopped not far from the hurdle that blocked the view, and did not desperately mean, but raised his head and laughed like crazy, and the strange laughter made Gao Kan's heart suddenly tighten.

In the next second, Gao Kan's heart almost didn't fly out, in the direction of Xizhou, the edge of the desert Gobi unique to the Western Regions, along the glow of the sunset, a thick black line appeared in Gao Kan's eyes, like a wriggling dragon rapidly expanded, and the next moment, under the slightly dark sand slope, a large row of shaking flags with the slanting sun loomed in, and vaguely, you could see that every flag with red letters on a black background was written with a Tang character.

But Gao Kan's face quickly turned pale, and the two kingdoms that also played the Tang character Daxu are now mortal enemies! Now that it has just experienced two days of bloody battles, and now it is still scattered all over the mountains and fields chasing and killing the enemy Tang army, Gao Kan has no doubt that less than half an hour before sunset, the 500,000 Guanzhong Tang army will all be buried here!

Li Jie, the king of Fujian, came so timely, and the timing was chilling!

He couldn't care about chasing Sharmat anymore, turned his horse, turned his horse, and desperately turned his horse's head and galloped back, shouting anxiously at the Tang army pursuing in the mountains and wilderness while running.

"Go back now! Formation! Get back! ”

The sound of gold suddenly sounded in the back camp, and the hearty Tang soldiers who were chasing and killing received the order in shock, and immediately reluctantly retreated backwards, forming a formation behind the battlefield where the corpses were full of blood today, but in just a moment, all the Tang soldiers were also stunned as if they had just been high.

The golden double-headed dragon flag, the Tang character flag, Li, Xue, Wanyan, Pei and other generals are like a forest composed of banners, the Fujian and Tang armies are at the forefront, the Guanning iron cavalry wearing heavy armor is trotting at the forefront, the neat Tianzhu Tang infantry spears are pointing straight to the sky, densely flashing with cold light, the heavy kite-shaped shield of the Roman legion on the right wing seems to form a glowing wall under the slanting sun, and the majestic war horses of the Arab mercenary cavalry on the left are constantly snorting and snorting hot.

Countless armies marched into the battlefield from the west, and everyone who watched was stunned, and this was also the first time that the armies of the two superpowers met head-on in the war between the two Tang Dynasty in more than a year.

It's just that one side is recuperating, well-equipped, well-equipped and morale-raising, while on the other side the armor is broken, the spear head has been broken, the sharp horizontal knife has been cut into jagged teeth, the tired hooves of the war horse are trembling, and almost all the warriors are wounded, and blood is still flowing.

Can this battle continue?

Especially Li Zhi, who was following the ass of the team, was even more stunned, and only now did he recall the sentence that Li Jie wrote to him in the national letter for more than a year.

The younger brother is not benevolent, and the elder brother should lead the whole world to ask for it, and teach the eldest father a lesson!

Now, Li Jiezhen has fulfilled his promise, first the Nordic ghosts, the Central Asian Hu cavalry, and then the Frankish barbarians, and now the Roman legions, Tianzhu infantry, Arab cavalry, and Persian war elephants, Li Jie has not led the whole world to teach the Tang Dynasty a lesson.

Since he was a child, he has almost always lived in the shadow of these elder brothers, and after Li Zhi ascended the throne, he was extremely fanatical about wanting to prove himself and suppress all the people who once looked up to him, but now, the sense of accomplishment that he had finally had for many years collapsed, Li Zhi took off his helmet like crazy, pointed forward with his cloak scattered, and roared hysterically: "How is it possible?"

"I am the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty! The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty personally selected by the first emperor! The rest are all chaotic ministers and thieves! Treacherous! Kill them! Kill them all! ”

However, at this time, no one paid attention to the emperor's crazy words anymore, and even the cavalry that followed him looked at the Min and Tang armies that were getting closer and closer, and a doomsday-like aura enveloped the entire Guanzhong Tang army.

Until suddenly, the noise like thunder pierced the sky and reached the attack distance, and the Mintang army that had stopped suddenly shouted neatly, the infantry beat their shields, the spearmen's spears knocked on the ground, and the cavalry's riding shields rattled, and everyone shouted from the bottom of their hearts two words that were enough to make them proud for a lifetime.

"Datang! Datang! ”

That overwhelming momentum is coming!