The three men were so angry that their faces turned from red to blue. They roared, jumped up again, and attacked with fists, palms, grabs, jabs, hooks, digs, and flicks with all their strength. The attack was extremely fierce.
Zhou Yi smiled slightly, the overflowing Zhenwu energy had been waiting for a long time and was ready to go!
With a graceful turn, Zhou Yi assumed the standard Tai Chi Cannon Punch stance, and a powerful aura burst out as his arms swung, sending the five people in front of him flying straight out. No one was left in the surging army formation.
"Invincible!" Zhou Yi raised one arm high and shouted deafeningly in the Mongolian army formation behind him. The huge sound wave overwhelmingly rolled over the Turkic royal court in front, almost destroying it.
A moment later, along with the sound of the Jade Water Sword, Zhou Yi's clear voice spread across the front of the formation: "Charge!"
In the army formation, the companions around him quickly tensed up, and then shouted loudly in unison: "Charge!"
At this moment, thousands of people were shouting, and at the same time, they pulled the reins and suddenly galloped out. The sound of angry horse hooves became as rapid as the tide, stamping the ground along the mile-long front.
"kill!!!"
The shouts were overwhelming. Across the street was the birthplace of the Turks, and they launched a fierce attack!
Chayan Buko, standing on the top of the city wall, looked at the elite black-armored cavalry that was swallowing him like an angry dragon, and was confused for a moment. Is the strongest army outside the Great Wall really the Golden Wolf Cavalry of the Turks
But at least at this moment, the opponent's shocking action made people's thoughts somewhat shaken. Chayanbuko did not hesitate for too long, and shouted loudly: "Stop it!" He shouted violently. At the same time, he ordered his men to prepare the crossbows.
And in front of the formation, the distance within which an arrow could fly had been shortened to zero!
There was a rumbling sound, a continuous roar like the tide. The dull sound came from the collision between soldiers!
“Aa ...
Qiyan's men were killing frantically one by one, and whole rows of cavalrymen rushed madly into the densest crowd of Turkic soldiers, kicking the enemy's heads with their horses' hooves, chopping their bodies with their sabers, and piercing their bodies with their spears, until they were trampled into meat paste.
The warriors in black clothes and on horses were already blood-thirsty and were as fierce as crazy. One man fighting desperately could not defeat ten thousand men, let alone the whole army. The sound of marching drums rang out on both sides of the battlefield. The Mongols in black clothes and on horses had quietly divided into teams before charging. Wang Han and Hoelun led their men to encircle them from both wings.
This was the last straw that completely crushed the Turks. In an instant, someone shouted, "We are surrounded, retreat!" The Turkish soldiers turned around and fled. The leading generals began to suppress them desperately, and the supervisory team began to kill people, but all means were useless.
The three Turkic thousand-man squadrons deployed on the left wing collapsed first, and the soldiers rushed down like a tide, carrying the blocking officers with them.
Then collapse and panic spread quickly to the center of the formation like a plague, followed by a complete rout.
Chayan Buko on the top of the city wall shouted until his throat was hoarse, but he could not utter a single word.
The collapse of the army was like a dam bursting. Nothing could stop it. Everywhere you looked, there was panic and destruction. The fleeing cavalry ran into their own infantry formation. The infantry was kicked over by the enemy before they could form a formation. The cavalry was dispersed by the fleeing infantry. The infantry and cavalry crowded and collided with each other, throwing away their weapons and armor.
The battlefield was littered with defeated Demon soldiers whose formations had been disrupted and who were running around in panic. They fled to other troops in a hurry, trying to avoid the cavalry that was chasing them from behind.
Chayanbuko shouted and screamed until his voice became hoarse and he could no longer make a sound. He collapsed on the top of the city wall, with no trace of spirit in his eyes.
Chayanbuko was in despair. Among the high-ranking Turkic officials who were full of generals, he was not a talented person. That was why he was arranged to guard the royal court during the expedition. He did not have the ability to save the country from collapse. There was nothing else he could do except despair.
He murmured in a low voice: "It's over..."
The night was solemn, with countless stars shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the sky. A huge, bright full moon hung quietly in the sky, casting a layer of white light over the battlefield.
On a high slope beside the Turkic city, a huge bonfire was lit. Dozens of blood-stained men sat around it, each of them with an indescribable joy on his face.
Wang Han's face showed a relaxed and intoxicated look. He said solemnly: "This is a great victory. The news of the capture of the Turkic royal court will hang over the entire Turkic army like a haze. The significance of this battle is beyond description!"
Bai Yan hugged Zhou Yi's shoulders tightly, raised the wine glass and said: "Well done! It is under the leadership of Qianbei Buzui that we can achieve such success. Come! Cheers to our number one general outside the Great Wall!"
Zhou Yi suddenly showed a hint of shyness on his face. He shook his head modestly and said, "Don't say that. This victory is all thanks to the soldiers' dedication and unity. If not for this, I would just be a gangster."
“People won’t remember this.” Yun Chongxiao sighed softly, “People will only remember that this is the miracle you created by not getting drunk after drinking a thousand cups!”
Zhou Yi smiled faintly, turned his head to look at Jamukha who was silent, and said: "What are you thinking about
"I'm just worried about the front line. I wonder how Temujin is doing?" Jamukha said, "I hope they can still hold on. As for Fengyan City, what will he do? Will he continue to attack the Burerhan Mountains at all costs?"
"Don't worry!" Zhou Yi patted Jamukha's shoulder gently and said, "The Turkic Royal Court and Linhuang Prefecture have completely different meanings. Even their own homes are gone. Do you think the soldiers on the Turkic front will still have the heart to continue fighting? Soldiers who are unwilling to fight will only be worse than new recruits. Yun Chongxiao has no other choice but to withdraw his troops!"
... ... ... .
That night, the horn blew, and the grassland martial master Feng Yancheng went to the tent to recruit generals. In front of the main tent, with Feng Yancheng as the axis, two rows of generals stood in awe, their armor and blades reflecting the light of the torches. The generals stood in silence, and the autumn wind swept the flags, making a whistling sound. A solemn and murderous atmosphere rose to the sky.
All the generals on the Burhan front have gathered here.
Looking at the generals under his command, Feng Yancheng remained silent for a long time. The battle report of the fall of the royal court had been delivered to his desk after traveling eight hundred miles. He didn't want to speak, but he had to.
"Generals, I have some bad news for you. Two days ago, the Qianbeibuzui army crossed the Altai Mountains and captured our Turkic royal court. Our hometown was raided by others. Are you afraid?"
The generals who heard the bad news remained calm. They shouted in unison and loudly, "Master Wu Zun, we are not afraid!"
The Eastern Army Marshal Wu Shentong stepped forward and said, "Please rest assured, Wu Zun, the morale of our three armies is still high. We will defeat ten enemies with one and be invincible!"
Hearing this, Feng Yancheng smiled with satisfaction: "This kind of spirit is what my general should be! I have decided to bring all my troops back to fight in person and drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Open up a retreat for my army!"
All the generals shouted in unison: "Capture him alive and take back our homeland! Long live the Martial Lord!"
There was a roar from outside the main camp. It was the soldiers of the three armies roaring, "Capture him alive and take back our homeland! Long live the martial arts master!" (To be continued)