After Yuchi Jing's jujube horse ran forward for about hundreds of meters, he suddenly turned his head and circled a small arc and said sternly:

"Continue attack..."

He lined up again, rushed back with his horse and rushed back with speed.

"Kill in..."

The knights in the end of the Jin Dynasty were full of fighting spirit and the heroes were excited.

With the space for charge, Yuchi Jing and the others were able to raise the horse speed in front of the enemy's formation.

With horse speed, there is impact.

"kill…"

A roar was deafening.

As the war horses galloped in, silver spears were slashed out and the sabers were slashed down, and Yuan Ru chopped melons and vegetables.

The Turkic soldiers who had just turned around saw the bright sword light flashing in the air and suddenly felt themselves flying.

Flying in the air, a headless corpse was falling off the horse.

The war horse that lost its master ran to the side.

The left-wing Turkic soldiers were now in panic that they had been drilled through the military formation.

Before they could come back to their senses, they immediately suffered a second blow.

Compared to the first time, it was much easier for Yuchi Jing and the others to do this time.

The Turkic soldiers in the chaos were chopped off the horses like chopping firewood by the Yuchi Jing tribes of the Yafeng Formation.

From a distance, Mutoni's clan army formed a large gap on its right wing.

When Zhao Sanchun saw this, he burst into laughter and was excited. He cut off a Turkic cavalry on the side and cut off the horse.

"Boom..."

He stabbed him into the stomach with one knife and threw it into the air.

He raised the bloody golden-backed machete in his hand, pointed at Titony fifty or sixty steps away and laughed:

"General Mutu, it turns out that your subordinates are so vulnerable? Haha..."

At this time, Mutoni also saw his left wing being quickly penetrated and defeated, and his face turned green with anger.

I was fooled by Guo Rui again.

Regardless of the final result of this battle, the head coaches of both sides have already lost the battle and tactical configuration.

"A child named Zhao, as long as you and Shaoshuai Guo are left behind, even if the left and right wings collapse?"

Mutoni was angry and looked disdainful of Zhao Sanchun. He did not treat Guo Rui with politeness and honor, and became a rascal who cursed.

Then, he yelled with a slanted finger on his Xuanhua axe in his hand:

"My sons, let me rush forward to the general, destroy them, and capture the main general alive, there will be many rewards..."

"kill…"

When the Turkic soldiers heard the reward, they all felt like they were injected with chicken blood. They howled and rushed towards the Zhongjin Central Army.

Mutoni thought it very clearly that his left wing had collapsed. If the enemy troops on the left wing rushed forward again, he would lose this battle again.

The only chance to turn around was to take down Guo Rui's central army and cut down their military flags.

He rode his horse and carried the axe and rushed towards Zhao Sanchun who was leading the battle.

Seeing this, Zhao Sanchun raised his sword and slapped his horse to meet him.

There was a loud "bang..."

The golden-faced Xuanhua Axe collided with the golden-backed machete.

Zhao Sanchun suddenly felt his arms tremble, his tiger's mouth shattered, and the machete almost blurted out.

He was shocked, knowing that he was far from Mutoni's opponent, so he was about to retreat a few steps and use a crossbow.

But before he could pull out the crossbow from the saddle, he felt a gust of wind on the back of his head.

Zhao Sanchun was experienced in the battle. His instinctive body hanged on his horse's belly, and a cold light flashed, "Pu sniff..." and blood splattered everywhere.

Mutoni did not cut off Zhao Sanchun with an axe, but cut off his war horse's head from his neck.

Zhao Sanchun was pressed against the fallen war horse and could not move.

Mutoni's face was ferocious, and he raised the Xuanhua Axe again.

Zhao Sanchun closed his eyes in despair.

"Don't hurt my general."

At the critical moment, Guo Rui arrived and shot him out with a shot.

Mutoni suffered from Guo Rui's loss and was so scared that he was so scared that he dared not take the initiative. He ran away after being beaten up.

Guo Rui did not chase after him, but ordered people to help Zhao Sanchun up to heal his wounds and act as the arrowhead of the central army.

On the left wing, Yuchi Jing led a team to break through the Turkic soldiers' formation again, and behind them were dead bodies everywhere.

"General Yuchi, the young commander of the central army, ordered us to attack the Turkic right wing and reinforce General Zhou and the others!"

A scout of the Imperial Flag that followed him shouted loudly to Yuchi Jing.

Yuchi Jing then raised his head and watched the central army's flag shaking. A series of flag words meant that he would not care about the central army and defeat the enemy's wings first.

Yuchi Jing became a little worried. He glanced at the central army who was trapped in heavy siege and thought to himself:

Can the young marshal hold on?

"What should I do with the general? Should I go to attack the right wing or rescue the central army?" A second battalion general behind me asked loudly.

Yuchi Jing slapped the butt of the maroon horse with a big bear's palm-shaped hand as big as a palm-shaped fan.

The red horse was in pain and jumped forward suddenly, roaring with a "ah..."

"Bastard, do you want me to disobey the military order? This military order is like a mountain, especially in the fierce battle, the young marshal has the consideration of governing the market. Brothers, follow the uncle to attack the right wing!"

"promise…"

More than 1,400 remaining blood-covered knights of the Zhongjin, immediately rode their horses and penetrated horizontally into the right wing of the Turks.

In the vast desert, the scene on the battlefield is very large.

There are more than ten miles between the left and right wings.

The vertical direction is dozens of miles long.

When Yuchi Jing jumped into the right wing, Zhou Dalang's troops were in a stalemate with the enemy.

This is what the cavalry implements a drill-through tactic and least wants to see.

Zhou Dalang knew very well that what he needed now was to drill through quickly, not to consume it.

Unfortunately, the combat power of the garrison he led was unable to compare with that of Yuchi Jing, and the Turkic tribe had more soldiers than locusts.

At this time, chaos appeared behind the besieged Turkic cavalry, and the enemy drove them down one after another.

I saw Yuchi Jing take the lead and lead his troops to fight, which made him overjoyed.

"Brother Jing, you are here..."

"Don't talk too much, let's work together to defeat them so that we can support the young commander of the Central Army!"

"clear."

The two teams fought together, and the situation suddenly improved greatly, and the Turkic cavalry retreated one after another.

At this time, about seventy or eighty miles away from the front battlefield, behind a continuous mound, Zhao Qi led the cavalry in the guards and had already quietly hidden here.

"Report to the Tun leader, the battlefield is in a state of twisting, what should we do?"

A guard leader ran down from a hidden lookout on the mound and reported to Zhao Qi.

Chen Qi ran up to the mound himself and looked towards the long finger of the man.

In the distance, large swaths of smoke and dust rose from the ground, and the two sides had obviously entered a state of fierce fighting.

"After sending the order, two incense sticks, everyone set out to attack the rear camp. There are braziers in the tent. We just need to pull it to the tent. The fire in the brazier will ignite the tent, and there will be torches that will be thrown into their warehouses.

And winter clothes, the more you burn, the better it will be." Zhao Qi gritted his teeth and said word by word.

He knew in his heart that there were more than a thousand Turkic soldiers guarding the rear camp. Once they rushed in and ignite the fire, they were actually moths flying into the fire, and there was no return.

"promise…"
Chapter completed!