Martial Sage

The clouds of smoke gradually dispersed, and the pungent smell of gunpowder remained unabated.

The sound of the world around him gradually came to life, pouring into his ears little by little.

Weak wailing, painful murmurs and heart-piercing screams filled the battlefield.

In the red eyes, the earth is the canvas, the blood is the paint, and the flowing red color is sprinkled with stumps of flesh. The figure dragging half of the thigh is howling miserably, climbing on the ground hard, shouting for help.

The corpse that blasted the belly left half of it, the gurgling blood flowing along the terrain, flowing into large and small ground pits, the color of the ground became darker.

Suddenly, on the battlefield that had been gnawed by fierce wealthy wolves, there was a bloody sight all over the ground.

Qiu Xuan, who staggered up from the dust, saw the scene of purgatory on earth under a faint cloud of smoke, her heartbeat stopped suddenly, she was so depressed that she couldn't breathe, she trembled with uncontrollable fear.

"kill!"

Suddenly, the sound of fighting exploded across the country.

The rumble of horse hooves tearing the ground, stepping on the ground, and the gravel shuddering.

The sound of thick killing intent suddenly rushed.

As the smoke rose, the vision in front gradually became clear.

At the end of the spreading mutilated corpse, the Datang Cavalry with the sound of the horn came out in three waves.

In the sun, the blades of the gleaming cold came out of the galloping horse, forming a sharp front wall in front of the horse's head.

On Qiu Xuan's bloodstained face, the muscles twitched, her mouth opened slightly, and she trembled.

The field of vision is elevated.

The already slanted sunset turned blood red.

A crowd of people surging across the mountains and plains, horseshoes stomped on the ground boiling, and the torrent spread over.

Behind which blood zone, the remaining standard soldiers of Goguryeo had already gone to the charge, looking at that terrifying battlefield, all were terrified.

Until he saw the violent spread of Datang's soldiers, his heart suddenly became frightened, and the spear in his hand and the hilt of the knife also trembled with the vibration of the ground.

The figures next to each other nervously grasped the reins and tightened the horse's belly. The horses were also stomping their hooves restlessly, and there was a small shuddering voice.

"...May...may live forever...bless..."

The horseshoe is getting closer, and the fierce eyes are clearly visible!

General Qiu Xuan, who faced the Cavalry pawns of the Tang Dynasty, stared bloodshot eyes, held his breath, and subconsciously clenched the spear in his hand.

The next moment.

The spinning heavy knife was handed out and pierced into the chest. Then, a line of blood flew into the sky.

Yuchi Jingde, with a heavy knife in his hands, lifted up the mud from the ground, rushed to his feet, and the bloodthirsty voice blew into the front row.

"Crush over! Tear them apart!"

One horse.

Two horses.

Ten horses, a hundred war horses rushed in front of the headless corpse and brushed away.

The entire Great Tang cavalry army accelerated again and galloped towards the opposite tribe.

The city wall.

Cha Enwu, who was pale, looked at the approaching soldier in the hall, and slammed his fist against the female wall.

"Mother! What kind of stuff is this kid bringing!"

Turning over the big cloak behind, Cha Enwu gritted his teeth and turned angrily.

"It's all fucking don't froze! Let me go to the rescue!"

The soldiers at the head of the city endured the horror and followed closely.

The exchange of roles on the battlefield is indeed too unexpected!

The Goguryeo cavalry, who was originally on the attacking side, would completely turn around in the midst of this trembling sound, shrouded in white eyes.

On the other hand, those soldiers who are still immersed in the fear of fear are ready to resist!

Because of this, Cha Enwu didn't want to take another look at the remaining soldiers. He had only one thought at the moment!

Can withdraw one is one!

Soldiers without fighting spirits, what awaits them will be a bloody massacre!

The cavalry of Datang crashed into a few soldiers who were about to flee.

Yuchi Jingde's flushed cheeks looked a bit ferocious, and the roar of ‘ahhhhh’ conveyed his inner mania.

"Goguryeo chores!"

"come!"

"Try Grandpa's heavy knife!"

Yuchi Jingde's figure looked a little crazy, as he slashed and chopped frantically among the chaotic enemy groups.

The sticky red gushes out from the coarse coat, and the plowed gap is soaked with blood.

The shaky figure climbed up from the ground and shook his head, which was stunned by the cavalry from the chaos of his compatriots. In the aftermath, a heavy knife with red blood plasma whizzed out, and a heavy knife was reflected in the horrified eyes. The split shadow.

Click.

Amid the sound of broken bones, most of the missing heads were thrown out.

Under the charge of the 50,000 Datang Cavalry, not many forwards were transferred towards the Great Wall, and the blood stains on the forward spurted and spattered, as if it had rained blood on this battlefield.

Yiqi Juechen rushed out of the gate of the Great Wall, and the figure holding the double halberd furiously sighed.

"withdraw!"

"Quickly retreat!"

The team rushing out behind also shouted hysterically in unison.

"Don't fight!"

"Retreat and retreat!"

For a moment when the sound came out, Yuchi Jingde in the chaotic crowd let out a wild laugh.

"Retreat to the Great Wall? Don't ask whether Grandpa is in agreement with the heavy knife in his hand!"

"Don't keep one!"

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