The Great Tang: World Martial God

With the onslaught of the Turkic tribe, the distance between the two cavalry teams quickly shrank.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

When approaching one hundred meters.

"put!"

Crimson under the banner, shouted violently.

Swipe.

Amidst the sound of galloping horses' hoofs, a burst of air-breaking sound erupted from the Datang Cavalry.

Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows soared into the sky.

Overwhelming, covering the sky and the sun. Flew towards the Turkic cavalry team rushing like thunder.

Seeing the rain of arrows, the tribal leader Huo Battuo shouted anxiously.

"Dodge!"

With an order, the Turkic soldiers on the war horse flexibly bent down and got out of the horse's abdomen.

This is so, there are still some miserable howls, and the painful neighs of the horses.

The soldiers who had fallen off their horses were immediately knocked out by the galloping horses behind them.

The Borderless Horse was still mixed in the sound of rumbling horse hooves, and rushed forward with the large force.

After avoiding a rain of arrows, the originally chaotic assault troops once again recovered from the chaos to an orderly charging posture.

The horse galloped, the scimitar pointed to the front, and Huo Battuo roared out short and determined words.

"Swallow them! Kill!"

Rows of war horses spread out, and the Turkic soldiers drew their scimitars and held them in their hands. The moment the horses were accelerating, everyone shouted out at almost the same moment.

"kill!"

The overwhelming noises roared, as if rolling the sky clouds, making the air tremble.

On the other side, the momentum of the Datang Cavalry remained undiminished.

Staring at the Turkic face that gradually became clear, he let out a loud shout.

"Shoot out, sprint!"

Rushing.

On the bumpy horseback, Shizuo Datang quickly picked up the spear on the hook on the side of the horse.

A forest of swaying spears, in this voice, the front end of the piece was put down and pointed forward.

Cheng Chumo stood in the front row, his face almost grim, and shouted vigorously.

"Crush them!"

The intensively accelerating Datang cavalry formation had iron spears clamped under the armpits, and the right hand was firmly pinched and fixed. Pieces of spears pointed directly at the rushing Turkic soldiers.

Boom boom.

Everyone held their breath, and could not hear the rest of the sounds in their ears, only the roar of war horses bombarding the ground.

"Hold tight, hold tight"

The distance is getting closer and closer, and there are constant voices around nearby reminding me.

Immediately before the impact, almost everyone's nerves were tightened to the extreme.

one person.

Hundreds of people.

A group of people.

His eyes were dissatisfied with bloodshot eyes, he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, screaming ferociously.

"Ahhh~~"

Cheng Chumo held the silver spear tightly, feeling the fear of such a large-scale cavalry confrontation, as well as the trembling, even hysterical roar around him.

Then.

boom!

The cavalry rushing at high speed on both sides crashed into each other.

The war horse and the war horse smashed into each other, and there was a seeping noise between the flesh and the bones.

The bones of the warhorses continued to crack, and they screamed.

The figure on the horseback screamed, rushed to the sky, and then fell.

They were trampled and crushed by war horses that had passed by, some of them were **** and even guarded the meat.

Countless stumps were curled up between the hooves of the running horse.

The spear was stabbed out for the first time, and all of them were broken, and the powerful impact force abruptly took the gunmen out.

Ten thousand Datang cavalry rammed frantically, and immediately collided with 15,000 Turkic cavalry.

The first row of the striker was an abrupt collision.

The bodies of both sides were constantly being thrown up.

The cavalry in the second row of the two sides kept rushing up, and the real battle of weapons on horseback had just begun.

呯呯呯.

Scimitars and Tang knives, the swords of each other, Jinming symphony, a mess.

Among the opposing cavalry, some of the corpses passed by the spears were still on horsebacks, and they fell off after running wildly.

In some cases, at the moment of the collision, both sides staggered each other's weapons, threw people off their horses, hugged them between the hooves of the running horses, and gnawed.

Fighting each other extends to the opponent's array, fighting between generals and generals.

boom.

Cheng Chumo was in the chaos army, swept across with the silver spear, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Following that tyrannical horse charge, relying on this huge impulse abruptly, the spear was like a sea dragon, instantly piercing the Turkic steed that flew by his side from the neck of the neck.

Cheng Chumo's figure flew forward, only to feel a huge backward tearing force coming from his arms, and his body suddenly lifted back.

The right hand holding the spear was instantly heated by friction.

Subconsciously tightening the reins, Cheng Chumo's face burst with blue veins, his expression on his face, abruptly handed the spear forward again.

Puff puff.

The sound of the gun piercing the flesh came.

There was a sound of torn leather armor.

The Turkic **** on his side led his horse, and was pierced by a spear.

The Turkic soldier looked incredible at the huge blood hole in his abdomen, and slowly fell down in horror.

With a "swish", Cheng Chumo pulled out half of the gun body covered with viscous liquid from the back of the soldier, and continued to run forward.

"Chisel through them!"

A scream came out from this blood-stained teenager's mouth.

When the words were spoken, there was no sign of stagnation in his hands.

The silver spear roared amidst the chaotic sound of horseshoes. One meter in front of him was covered by gun shadows.

With the silver light, the heads of **** people rose up into the sky, splashed with blood, and then fell heavily to the ground, kicked out by horseshoes.

The thick **** smell in the air became heavier and heavier, and Cheng Chumo was slashing left and right in the **** wind.