The sword light is fierce, the sword energy is injured, the horse is neighing, and the mind is flying; the plateau is deserted, and the iron cavalry is vast.

One thousand cavalry of the Sui army faced the 20,000 cavalry in Tuyuhun. The moment the two sides confronted each other, a bloody flower burst out. Even though these thousand dead soldiers could not stop the impact of the 20,000 army, it also weakened the rushing force of the Tuyuhun cavalry to a certain extent. This was Luo Zhaoyun's purpose.

Once tens of thousands of cavalry rush around, the power will shake the earth and the mountains will be too domineering and shocking; therefore, it must be reduced in order to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses and avoid your weaknesses.

Then, the chariots came out and the infantry moved forward. As a result, the impact of Tuyuhun's cavalry on the front was greatly hindered, greatly weakening. When Tuyuhun's cavalry rushed to the wings of the infantry formation, the 10,000 cavalry of the Sui army also rushed up in two directions.

The arrows shot quickly, the horses galloped, the two legions fought against each other, and a loud bang of thunder,

Crazy-

The war horses collided head-on, just like two huge waves overlapping and colliding, like stormy waves, and suddenly people were overturned and their flesh flew everywhere.

"Kill and kill!"

The soldiers of both sides were completely confronted on the battlefield. From time to time, some people were killed, picked up, stabbed to death. On the battlefield of flesh and blood, everyone was desperately wielding this life, blood splattering, residual limbs flew around, and headless corpses sprayed with blood columns.

At this time, a Tuyuhun general rushed forward, wearing iron armor. This man held a car and axe, and his whole body was made of cooked copper and iron. His net weight was more than 300 kilograms. He was like a tiger and a horse like a dragon. He wrapped his whole body with heavy armor, exposed his front, long eyebrows and short beards, his nose and square mouth, his eyes were dark blue, and he looked majestic and evil. This man was Mult, the second-ranked warrior in Tuyuhun.

He was a descendant of Tuyuhun's bloodline and the people of Gaochang in the Western Regions. He was also born with divine power, and he also practiced martial arts outside the Great Wall and learned martial arts from the Western Regions. In this way, his personal bravery is very powerful.

After the Murtetze cavalry rushed over, he slashed the troops from both sides with a long axe in his hand. Any Sui cavalry that was within several feet of him was almost knocked down and was brave enough to be the three armies!

When he looked up and saw the flag in front of him, he was excited and wanted to go over and kill the enemy commander. In this way, he could break the Sui army's formation without command. I have to say that this is correct, but his wisdom was too simple. He rushed over with nearly a hundred personal guards, regardless of the rest of the troops.

The military system of Tuyuhun is similar to the Turks and the Huns. From bottom to top, there are some leaders, centurions and thousands of men who come to lead the grassroots teams. Often, small tribes form a team of thousands of men, so the overall mobilization is not enough. There is no training in normal times, and it depends entirely on the accumulation of daily nomadic things. It can be used as a soldier and dismount for the people. When fighting, the cooperation between military formations is rarely used, and it depends entirely on one formation to rush over.

"If you kill the Sui army dog ​​coach in the Central Plains, their army will be finished." Murt yelled and rushed towards the Sui army's phalanx with his cavalry.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong..." The sound of war drums that were urging orders to attack was heard. When the soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty heard the general's orders, they all became passionate. They knew that the commander was issuing orders and were preparing to go into battle on the whole line to encircle and suppress the cavalry.

The sharp saber, the stabbing spear, the shrill scream, the roar of anger...

These sounds and sword shadows, stillness and movement, blood and blood form an indescribable scene of war, as tragic as purgatory.

"Divid the formation! There is a formation in the formation!"

Luo Zhaoyun ordered that the outer array suddenly dispersed, and a wave of cavalry was placed in it, and then the infantry phalanx turned, as if the gossip was moving, and the rings were intertwined. Once the formation was moved, the spear was like a forest, with blades densely spread. The lethality was like a gear bonding, and the enemy cavalry that broke into it suddenly became meat pie and was crushed.

He broke out less than a thousand cavalry and was soon overwhelmed by tens of thousands of infantry formations. Murt was brave but not resourceful, and led more than a hundred warriors to the place where the flag was in charge, firmly believed that as long as he killed the commander of the Sui army, he could win a complete victory.

"Kill the Dog's Handsome-" Murt held a trick and was brave enough to take advantage of the green horse, rushing past, fighting out a bloody path, and trying to kill the enemy's Handsome.

Luo Zhaoyun's eyes were calm, he held the spear tightly, waved his hand, and a certain area spread around him left a clearing space. Then he rode his gun and jumped out, with the spear like a dragon, fighting with Murt.

Dangdangdang!

Both of them have heavy weapons. Although Luo Zhaoyun's spear is only fifty kilograms, which is not as heavy as the opponent's, the gunshot group is difficult to measure. They are circling with each other, and they are fighting with each other, and they are fighting in a similar way.

Luo Zhaoyun was a little surprised because Murt was more powerful than the Murong Prince who stabbed him to death a year ago. Fortunately, he had been practicing qigong for the past year, and his physical fitness was rising, making up for his innate physical deficiencies. He fought with his opponent for thirty rounds, and no one could do anything to anyone.

This is the second warrior of Tuyuhun Kingdom and a famous general. His reputation spread throughout the various tribes in Tuyuhun. It seems to have endless power. He is tireless and swung his axe, which is extremely powerful and powerful.

Luo Zhaoyun was serious against the enemy and calmly. With such an opponent's excitement, coupled with the hardening and precipitation over the past year, the spear technique was getting closer and closer to the essence, extremely brave and fiercer as he fought. Even the second warrior in Tuyuhun gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"kill!"

Luo Zhaoyun danced his spear, and the power of the whole body, waist, legs, bones, back, shoulders, elbows, wrists and palms was connected into one qi, and the qi and blood were harmonized. If you wanted to be soft, you would be hard, and you would be hard. The flexibility and coordination of the body reached a limit. The internal martial arts were profound, and the vital energy of the warrior flowed through the meridians, internal organs and cells. The way to hold the elixir of the elixir has been seen through by him.

After the two fought for 100 rounds, Luo Zhaoyun finally found an opportunity. He pierced the opponent's defense with one shot, stabbed Murt's chest, and blood spurted like a pillar. Even so, Murt still tried hard before his death and hit Luo Zhaoyun's left arm. Even with armor, he threw a hole out of it.

Murt fell down his horse and was dying. Outside the Sui army's infantry formation, the Tuyuhun cavalry lost command and fought on their own, without forming a routine of group combat.

"The enemy's chief general is dead, and he will not be killed!" Luo Zhaoyun shouted out, and then tens of thousands of soldiers kept shouting, and some even shouted in Tuyuhun's words, which immediately made the enemy cavalry a little panicked. Without the commander-in-chief, the team was like a pile of loose sand, and then retreated one after another!

Once an army whose morale has been dispersed retreats, the panic atmosphere will be irrepressible and contagious. If there is an enemy on the front, they can fight. What should be the enemy behind them? How can the defeated army not fight for the first time to escape!

In ancient times, the retreat of a large army was the most likely factor that caused the failure of the command of the three armies and the lowest morale. If a huge army retreated, especially in such ancient times, even a wise general would be difficult to turn the tide and effectively command the three armies, and the defeat would be like a mountain of defeat. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!