Yang Feng still doesn't mind taking over the more capable generals under An Lushan. Li Guiren is the commander of Yi Luohe, so his combat effectiveness is definitely fine.

Anyway, Yang Feng was not afraid of these people reinventing his rebellion.

His subordinates have no one who dares to have any strange intentions. As long as they follow him, they will definitely be his life and death...

Death is his dead man.

This has long been the consensus of the Hezhong Army, and everyone understands that it is a dead end to the anger of Yang Dashui.

Dare to rebel him is no different from suicide. Even Ge Luofeng was forced to death by him in his capital. So whether it is thousands of troops, strong city walls, or high mountains, what can stop Yang Dashen? Isn’t it too much to dare to rebel? Who can stop him if he comes to the door with a mace? In this way, Yang Feng can completely openly treat these enemy generals, Li Guiren and Tian Ganzhen. As for Cui Ganyou, he will forget it. After all, he has to avenge Geshuhan and Feng Changqing. As long as the other ones are not the kind of crimes, or the sons and clansmen of An Lushan Shi Siming, there is no need to kill them, and they can be accepted by his subordinates.

After all, these people have a clear background for him.

This is very important. In fact, he took the initiative to take on the most difficult task, in order to recruit these elite Fan Yang.

"Give your orders, those who surrender will be spared from death!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Li Guiren honestly gave a wink to the flag bearer beside him, who quickly waved the flag and signaled the troops to lay down their weapons and surrender.

Of course, this is useless.

The entire battlefield was already in chaos, and the torrent of 8,000 cavalrymen continued to attack on the west bank of the Ba River. The scattered rebels were cut into small pieces by them to fight each other. Some surrendered, some fought to the end of the bloody battle, some fled desperately to the Ba River and even stepped on the river beach to try to cross the river, and some simply fled north to the bank of the Wei River. As for how to escape next, they probably didn't have time to consider it. They were completely brave under the impact of the iron cavalry.

In this case, Li Guiren's order is no longer of use.

However, all the rebels nearby surrendered.

After all, they really don’t have the courage to resist in front of enemies like Yang Feng. Mortals cannot fight against this semi-immortal body. With Yang Feng as the center, tens of thousands of Fan Yang soldiers around them all silently put down their weapons, and then looked at the man who looked like a god with fear. The latter’s eyes kept sweeping over them, and some timids began to kneel down, and then everyone knelt down and bowed to their new master.

Then Yang Feng's eyes turned to the east coast.

East Coast battlefield.

"Enter!"

Ma Lin waved his hand and said.

The signal soldiers beside him waved the signal flag.

"Enter!"

Among all the infantry in the array, the generals issued orders one after another. The Modao hand, all over the heavy armor, moved forward neatly. The terrifying Modao formed a silver wall, reflecting dazzling sunlight, and pressed towards the rebel cavalry that had just rushed out of the river beach. On the other side, under the protection of the jungle of spears, the divine arm archers kept repeating their shooting movements, and the crossbow arrows kept roaring through the air, instantly swept over more than 150 steps, hitting the charger's cavalry, and piercing their armor through their bodies.

The charging cavalry were still moving forward. In order to escape, these cavalry dominated by Hu people had no choice.

They roared on the horse's back and kept shooting feather arrows.

But these arrows almost pose no threat to the Tang army. Not to mention cavalry bows, even infantry bows could not penetrate their armor. Amid the sound of feather arrows hitting the iron armor, the divine arm archers divided into three rows stepped on the crossbow arms with their feet in an orderly manner behind the spear jungle, relying on the strength of their waists to complete the strings and load the crossbow arrows and aimed at the trigger. They didn't even bother to see their own results. They just mechanically repeated their movements over and over again, and used powerful crossbow arrows to shoot the enemy down.

Almost immediately Mo Dao Hand, who took the initiative to attack, hit the torrent of the enemy.

The 4,000-hero Mo Dao Hand instantly turned into a meat grinder on the battlefield.

These burly men with cold-forged armor, who were not required to attack the enemy's swords, spears, bows and arrows, roared and waved the fifteen-pound Mo sword in their hands, and with the reflected sunlight, they shattered everything ahead of them. Whether people or war horses, they were all broken in the waves of these four thousand Mo swords. The blood flowed in the wrath of the war horses, and the dead bodies and broken limbs continued to accumulate at their feet as they advanced, and heads rolled at their feet. They drowned all the enemies they could see with the plague of killing and death.

The rebels are still striving for the attack.

They had no choice, and the infantry completely blocked their retreating path.

And at this moment, accompanied by a long roar, a silver figure in the sky above their heads suddenly fell, and an arc of light shone round as soon as they landed.

More than a dozen bloody fountains soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the silver figure also soared into the sky in the splashing blood mist, and then landed on the ground again. The rebel soldiers on the ground screamed in horror and raised their spears one after another, but the figure pushed the shield in his hand down, and instantly crashed into the middle of the enemy with the sound of a spear breaking. The silver arc light once again surrounded him and quickly drew a roundness.

The fountain of blood rose into the sky again.

Then he rose into the sky again.

...

Tang Jun’s Mo Daomen were all crazy.

They looked up to their commander with a religious roar, looking up at the rising gods who dominated the battlefield, and then slashed forward like crazy, as if they were crazy. At this moment, their blood was boiling, and no fear or concern in their brains were gone. They could not see the enemy's spear, they could not see the swords that were shot by the enemy, and even the wounds on their bodies. There was only the divine light in their sight, and there was only the desire to cut and kill in their brains, and they kept chopping forward. Under the guidance of the divine light, they kept moving forward, chopping any obstacles, so that everything that dared to block them would turn into mud under their feet.

This is Yang Feng’s greatest role on the battlefield.

Take the rhythm of your own soldiers, let their blood burn, turn them into madmen, and killing beasts.

Not only Mo Dao Hand, but even the spearmen and the divine arm archers shouted and joined the attack directly. The latter also had Mo Dao, but they were not as heavy as Mo Dao Hand. However, they could replenish Mo Dao Hand when necessary. The 8,000 heavy infantry of the Tang army were not inferior to those equipped cavalry in the West Bank, and firmly blocked the fleeing enemy on the river beaches on both sides of the Ba Bridge.

Yang Feng, standing on a towering tree, looked at the two battlefields with satisfaction.

The battle on the west bank was about to end, and most of the rebels chose to surrender. Only a few Hu cavalry were still fleeing or resisting. Some of the cannon fodders who arrived had begun to capture the prisoners. Some of the cannon fodders simply picked up bows and crossbows on the ground and joined the shooting of the enemy on the river beach like falling into the water dog. After all, they were also from the river center. Some brave ones simply picked up spears and attacked the river beach. The eight thousand infantrymen on the east bank formed a steel wall, which not only blocked the enemy's escape, but also gradually pushed them back to the river beach. The other nine thousand auxiliary soldiers who arrived later also joined the battle. These auxiliary soldiers were actually not much different from the combat soldiers. However, they were originally a reserve force at a distance from the back, and even if they were riding horses, they arrived a little late, but they were still not inferior to those elites in the mainland in terms of equipment and combat effectiveness.

Obviously the overall situation has been decided.

In fact, the moment his figure soared into the sky, the result of this battle was no longer suspense.

Most of An Lushan's subordinates were also soldiers of the Tang army. They also knew about Yang Feng's legend over the years that it was just a legend before, but after the real person showed his superhuman ability in front of them, the most direct visual impact instantly disintegrated their fighting spirit. When there was no way back, surrender became an inevitable choice.

They are just pure soldiers, not crazy believers, so it is difficult to have the courage to fight to the end.

In fact, most of the Fan Yang army were enslaved by An Lushan. When An Lushan first rebelled, he also shouted the slogan of Qingjun killing Yang Guozhong. However, after fighting to Luoyang, these soldiers broke the can and gave up, and were stimulated by the fruitful harvest of looting Luoyang. Third, they were all from Hebei and had little feelings for the Tang Dynasty, so they fought to Chang'an. By this time, they basically had no motivation. They just wanted to save their lives. As long as Yang Feng did not kill them, they would not care about changing their masters.

However, there are still many who are still fighting stubbornly.

Yang Feng suddenly let out a long roar.

His voice resounded like a dragon's roar across the east and west battlefields.

The next moment he jumped, and with the help of the height of the big tree under his feet, he suddenly appeared in the sky nearly thirty meters high in the eyes of the crowd. Just as the rebel soldiers were looking up, his left hand suddenly swung, and the specially made circular shield in his hand swung out, and then turned into a cold light. The wrought iron shield weighing more than 200 kilograms with a strange roar, instantly reached nearly fifty meters away, cutting off a standing flag like a giant axe, and then continued to move forward without any hindrance. Less than three meters away from the flag, a middle-aged general watched the flag fall in a daze. Almost at the same time, the shield swept across his neck with the spray of blood, and his head fell in the blood that rushed straight into the sky like a fountain.

It landed at the same time as the broken flag.

The head bounced on the ground, then turned to the flag beside it, staring at the huge Cui character on it with his eyes uneasy.

This is Cui Qianyou.

"Those who surrender are exempt from death!"

Yang Feng yelled in the air.
Chapter completed!