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Chapter 40 The Murder of Battle Arrays

The strong cold wind, wrapped in snow particles, hit the armor and shield, making crackling sounds. Unless, the battlefield was filled with painful moans.

Looking down from the sky, starting from the fifty steps in front of the Tang army, it extends to eight hundred steps away. In this area of ​​more than 750 steps, there are corpses everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and fragmented organs of human bodies and war horses everywhere. The originally white snow field can no longer see the original white, and it is replaced by a snow tide.

Ashnasmo was lucky because he avoided the attack of the bed crossbow, the powerful crossbow, and even the dense arrows like storm, did not leave any scars on him.

However, Ashinasmo was unfortunate. His five thousand divisions were less than half at this time. While the Turks were defeated, Chen Ying had led the lances across the Tang army's infantry front and rushed towards the Turkic Ashinasmo's troops. Even if they had not been attacked by bed crossbows, strong crossbows and hard bows, they were still defeated but not defeated in the face of Chen Ying's charge. However, if they saw it as soon as possible, they could escape many people.

After all, they were all four legs, and no one was faster than anyone else. As for how much less than half of the remnants could escape, Asanosmo was no longer in the mood to pay attention to it. At this time, he was regretful and wanted to die. His familiar companion died, his friend who shared his day and night died, his servant who was the most loyal to him died, and his most obedient slave died.

But he is still alive.

However, Asanosmo felt that he was not as clean as death. His heart was like a knife at this time. He buried his head deeply in a pool of blood, and all ten fingers were inserted into the cold snow surface. Although the cold wind quickly numbed his fingers and even frozen his knees and snow surface, Asanosmo was unmoved.

revenge?

As the crossbow came in the air, Asunasmo did have this idea. But with the sound of the sound that seemed to even the air was about to tear apart, Asunasmo was only afraid of the Tang army. Asunasmo saw the Tang army soldiers getting closer and closer, Asunasmo didn't even dare to look up. At this moment, he was afraid of the Tang army soldiers to his core.

This is no longer a battle, but a naked massacre.

Chen Ying led the Tang army's lances to form a dense forest of guns. The Tang army's cavalry launched a scattered attack on the Turks like a wall. Although the Tang army drove the Turks to rush towards his central army, the Turks around all showed deep fear.

At this moment, Asunashbob saw Chen Ying, who was in the front of the cavalry team. Although Chen Ying led the cavalry to charge continuously, in fact, he did not kill a single enemy at all. The lancesman general Chen Ying surrounded the center of the center of the formation and refused to let him take risks. However, Chen Ying trained his riding skills more exquisitely in the continuous battles.

The personal guards beside Chen Ying held four large flags, "The Right Guard of the East Palace led Chen", "General Zhongwu Chen", "Bo Chen of Xiuwu County", and "March General Chen". Under the guidance of these four large flags, the Tang army cavalry rushed straight towards the central army of Ashinashibob.

Asanash Bob was originally a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, but he had unexpectedly expected Ashanash Bob's rapid defeat. He had already had the intention to retreat, but when he saw Chen Ying appearing in his sight, a stream of blood surged into Asanash Bob's forehead.

"Yehu Ashinashiliver was defeated!"

"Ye Hu Ashin is not defeated!"

"Then Yanshe Asani Yizhen was defeated!"

Chen Ying is not old, but now he has become a demon in the hearts of all Turkic people. Think about Chen Ying's almost flawless face, and the veins on Ashinashi Bob's forehead were shaking like a hideous centipede.

Asunashborius roared in a stern voice: "No one is allowed to retreat, come on, tear him up for me!"

The Turkic soldiers looked at the Tang army's lances led by Chen Ying. At this time, the Tang army's lances were like a red-burned iron, while the Turkic army was like butter. No matter how many times they rushed up, they would be defeated at the first time.

At this time, the Tang army had become as majestic as a mountain in the hearts of the Turkic people. They saw layers of Turkic cavalry sank in front of the Tang army's lances, and in a flash they were stepped on into flesh mud by the Tang army cavalry led by Chen Ying, and subconsciously felt the urination was full of urination.

"Dare you not to obey the orders of Ben Yehu?" At this time, Asunash Bob had red eyes, like a wild beast: "Those who dared not follow the orders were killed!"

The word "kill" exit, accompanied by a sword light from Asanash Bob's personal guard, dozens of hesitant Turkic generals were chopped off their heads. The big head rolled down the hillside like a ball. The headless corpse sprayed a stream of blood, which was very magnificent under the sunlight!

After urging Ashinash Bob, he did not get the result he had imagined, and he couldn't help but become impatient: "Roar up! Catch Chen Ying and reward ten thousand good horses! Kill Chen Ying and reward a thousand good horses, and a hundred female slaves!"

Ten thousand good horses, both in the Turks and the Tang Dynasty, are a very huge fortune. For example, the famous saying "Put your wealth in one hundred thousand coins, ride a crane to Yangzhou!" In fact, 100 thousand coins still cannot buy ten thousand good horses, and you can buy up to seven or eight thousand. Even if you are a slave, you can instantly become a leader of a tribe with thousands of people.

As the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food. Although the combat effectiveness of the Tang army was really terrifying, the Turks were greatly rewarded and stimulated and lost their understanding.

"Kill!" The Turkic cavalry launched a desperate charge towards the Tang army lances led by Chen Ying with ferocious faces. Nearly 10,000 Turkic cavalry were descending from a high place, and swarmed towards Chen Ying's troops with the potential energy of the hillside. As the horse's hooves were pedaling, it was like an avalanche, running like thunder.

Wei Wenzhong, who was watching the formation behind, felt nervous when he saw this scene. Chen Ying's troops were too few, and Chen Ying was just feinting attacking at this time and suffered a great loss on the terrain.

Seeing Wei Wenzhong's nervousness appearing on his forehead, the right guard led the left deputy commander Gao Yunquan and said, "Wei Duwei, don't be nervous. You have to believe in the general manager. Even though the Turks are coming in a fierce manner, the general manager can definitely defeat them!"

Ashinash Bob had already seen that Chen Ying was the soul of this Tang army. As long as Chen Ying died, this Tang army would definitely not be a concern. In fact, it was almost the same. If Chen Ying had not had Chen Ying, the Tang army would have been strong, but it would have been so strong.

The commander launched a decisive attack, and Asanash Bob was not sure that he could defeat Chen Ying, but his killer move was not these ordinary Turkic soldiers, but the Legend of the Condor Heroes. After all, Asanash Bob was the eldest son of Shibi Khan, and he had ten Legend of the Condor Heroes. The so-called Legend of the Condor Heroes are the honorary title of the heroes of archery on the grassland, and his status is comparable to that of the Mongolians, Batulu of the Qing Dynasty.

The entire Turkics had nearly one million string control men, while the archer was less than one hundred. It can be seen that any archer general was one of the most famous people. These archer generals were born with divine power and could pull out three-stone strong bows (about 360 kilograms of pulling force). If they fire armor-breaking arrows, they could shoot the enemy within 150 steps.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Chen Ying is not like Luo Shixin. When Luo Shixin leads his troops to charge, he will lead the way and take the lead. However, Chen Ying's skill is not high. In the Tang Dynasty, where many great people are everywhere, if he goes up to fight for someone, he will probably be tortured to death in minutes.

Chen Ying naturally knew his weaknesses, and no matter how risky he took, he would not rush into the depths of the enemy formation alone. When he was in Jingyang, Chen Ying had no choice but to go up and fight to the death. Chen Ying had two teams around him, all the soldiers of these two teams were wearing iron armor, and the shields in his hand were light and strong.

"One hundred and fifty steps."

"One Hundred and Twenty Steps."

"One hundred steps!"

"Eighty steps!"

Seeing the Turkic people dying in front of Chen Ying, Asunashi Bob was both nervous and excited. His mood was like riding a roller coaster. Finally, Chen Ying approached the eighty steps of Asunashi Bob. Asunashi Bob yelled in a stern state: "Shoot the arrow!"
Chapter completed!
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