Zhou Quji walked in the center of the first line holding a long spear.

There were four brothers on both sides of his left and right. Behind him were thirty-four rows.

Each row of brothers was separated from the front row by a war horse's neck, and each war horse and his companions on the left and right sides left a gap in the width of the horse's body. Three hundred and six soldiers, like a heavy and huge comb, were pushed toward the enemy camp half inside and outside in an orderly manner, and the sound of horse's hooves hitting the ground was like a war drum.

The length of three horses was separated from the Shuofang regiment, which was the first wave of main attackers, was the teaching group of the Sailing Ye Army. They were also arranged in a neat line of nine columns, and they were also orderly. The morning breeze blew the flags behind the brigades and made a sound of rushing. All brothers were given the direction to move forward.

The weeds around the enemy camp have long been bald by the herds' war horses and cattle and sheep, so everyone does not have to worry about the slippery dew. The slightly higher trees around the enemy camp have either been cut off as dry firewood or turned into deer villages. Therefore, there is no obstacle on everyone's way forward. Two huge "combs" accelerated slowly but firmly in the same direction. The blade and spearhead reflect the starlight, jumping and rolling, and it is dazzling.

On the banks of the river, the Kucha regiment and the Guard regiment that had just crossed the river were also assembled and launched operations one after another. Unlike the two teams in front, the brothers of these two regiments formed two horizontal formations with a width of up to thirty feet. In the dawn that was gradually shiny, they looked like two huge waves.

The sky gradually shines, and in the morning light, the situation in the camp of the Gelulu people was clearly visible. Most of the shepherds who came from afar were sleeping soundly in the tent. Several old and light-sleeping shepherds had already discovered that something was wrong, and they hurried into the tent closest to them, trying to wake up the young and strong to resist with them. The war horses tied to various places in the camp frantically kicked the ground with four questions, and at the same time made a "gray" cry to warn their owners, but it was too late.

At seventy steps away from the Gloru people's camp, Zhou Quji began to gently tap the lower abdomen of the war horse with the root of the battle boots. The well-trained good horse did not need more intense stimulation, and immediately spread its four hooves and rushed to the fastest.

Fifty steps away from the Gelulu camp, Zhou Quji lowered the long spear, and the sharp edge of the snow-clearing edge was leaning against the ground, and at the same time bent his body to slow down the wind resistance. All the brothers holding the long spear around him made the same move as him, like tigers and leopards preparing to pounce on their prey.

Thirty steps from the Gloru people's camp, finally a feathered arrow shot from the opposite side, most of which shot into the empty space, splashing a piece of yellow smoke in vain. There were a few scattered pieces, which were in contact with the armor on the brothers' bodies and the armor blocking the horse's legs, making a jingle sound.

Ten steps away from the Geluo people's camp, Zhou Quji released the reins of the war horse, pressed Shuo with his left hand, and held the spear tighter with his right hand.

"Boom!" The sharp spear tip came into contact with the temporary Luzhai blocking the front of the war horse, and with the impact force formed by high-speed running, it was directly pulled away from the ground. The multiple spear poles made of jujube and wood were bent due to excessive force, providing enough buffer for people's arms. The next moment, the spear poles shot straight in the air, bounced the Luzhai out and smashed heavily into a tent. The tent and the shepherd in the tent were smashed into pieces at the same time!

A tall shepherd screamed and rushed past the war horse. His hands were empty and he was wearing only a calf nose. Zhou Quji's long spear in his hand had just been flattened and stabbed the man directly. The spear rod was bent into a bow shape again, removing most of the impact force, lifting the shepherd's body off the ground, and then, he threw the dust away from a distance.

The two samurai warriors hid in a tent more than ten steps away in front of the diagonally, and tried to launch a sneak attack with their bows and arrows. In a hurry, they could not aim at the high-speed moving war horses, and both shot the feather arrows in the air. Before they could pull the bowstring again, the brothers on Zhou Quji's left had already rushed to the horse. The long spear in his hand directly overturned the tent, and covered the two samurai from head to toe.

The horse's hooves stepped on the overturned tent, causing a series of shrill screams. Then, the second, third and fourth war horses. In just three breaths, at least seven horses stepped on from the same position. The tent was trampled with holes, and the flesh and soil of human flesh and soil splashed out from the holes, dyeing the surroundings with brimming.

No one cares about mercy on the samurai of the Gloru who was trampled into a meat paste, and everyone cares about giving the enemy any mercy. They continue to ride the horse and carry the spear forward, and give a quick blow to all the enemies blocking the road.

Most of the cavalry's attack power is at speed. Once the speed is added up, even if the person accidentally rushes to the horse's head, he can only step on it, and he will not avoid the enemy!

The excessively disparity between the enemy and us also made the brothers who served as vans dare not make any pauses. They must push forward as quickly as possible and crush the enemy troops they encountered along the way, together with the morale of the enemy.

They must break through a bloody road and go straight outside the opponent's central tent before the opponent organizes effective resistance. Only in this way can they lock in the victory in one fell swoop, and the enemy who has been restored to calm will be exhausted by the number of people!

More samurai and shepherds jumped out of the tent with their butts bare, trying to scare the Tang army's war horses with weapons and bows. Their courage is admirable, but their efforts are tragic and ineffective.

Zhou Quji waved his long spear and took over every obstacle in the road ahead, whether the latter was a man or a tent. The brothers around him also shouted and roared, making the long spear look like giant pythons. Under the sharp spear, the Geluo people who had only had time to pick up the short sword and rice bowl in their hands fell down one by one, like the wind storming outdated crops.

The resistance only lasted for less than forty breaths and then came to an abrupt end. It was discovered that the bravest warriors and strongest companions were all falling under the spear tip one after another. The shepherds turned around and ran away from the spear tip.

The outer camp of the Gelulu people was divided into two in a blink of an eye. There were hundreds of people on both sides, running around like headless flies. In the center of the outer camp, a three-meter-wide flesh-and-blood passage appeared, leading to the inner camp.

"Tangren, they are Tangren!" Finally, the Shepherd Geluo identified the identity of the attacking party. He opened his voice and shouted.

"Tangren are here to kill!"

"The Tang people came to collect debts from Chengzong Khan!"

"Come to the Khan quickly!"

"Run, run quickly, if you don't run, everyone will die here!"

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Around the surroundings, other people who were scared and brave, also shouted loudly. Everyone had their own ideas, but no one could convince their companions to act in unison with them. Some older and experienced elders tried to reorganize the young and strong people of their clan and survive in groups, but found that all the tribesmen who had always followed their advice turned into deaf and blind men, who could not hear their orders, nor could they see their gestures, or were desperately snatching the war horses, or fleeing with their heads away from the flesh and blood channel.

"Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwuwu-" Finally, a horn sounded from all over the outside camp, sending a warning message to the Great Khan Chengzong of the Geluo people. However, in the blink of an eye, the warning message became hoarse again.

The screams quickly replaced the alarm, and sounded from the edge of the outer camp, and then spread like a tide to the depths of the camp. The tired and seriously lacked training herders, one group after another, dropped their weapons and ran towards the inner camp like crazy. Behind them, two wave-like Tang army troops crossed Luzhai, and those who were not in time for escape in the future were all chopped over the ground and stepped on the horse's hooves into meat sauce.

There were only three stacks in front and back, but the impact was not very strong. However, after the crushing of the two columns of the Shuofang Group and the Teaching Group, even the brave warrior Geluo did not have the courage to try to block the advancement speed of the horizontal formation like his companions who had died in battle before.

The result was one-sided massacre. The soldiers of the Anxi Army, who were separated by a war horse, did not need to consider their own safety at all. Just drive the mounts, catch up with the fleeing warriors and shepherds from behind, and cut them to the ground with one knife. The latter, as long as they were caught up, they chose to leave their fate, regardless of whether they had weapons in their hands at that time.

"A bunch of waste!" Geshu Daoyuan put away his sword disdainfully, sat on the horse's back and looked at the gate of the inner camp.

Killing those ordinary shepherds who had no courage to resist made him feel bored. At this moment, the inner camp of Geluo Dahan was where he really should appear. However, when he was assigned a task, Zhou Jianliang, the commander from Shuofang Army, actually ranked him and the Kucha group crossing the river third.

This arrangement made Ge Shu Daoyuan feel very unhappy. However, it was difficult to violate the military orders. He could only choose to obey Zhang Qian for the sake of Zhang Qian. However, if the Shuofang regiment could not take the main gate of the enemy's internal camp for a long time, don't blame his brother Shu Daoyuan for rushing over to help. After all, time is tight, and every time everyone delays a breath in the external camp, Geluo Dahan Chengzong can organize more effective resistance.

"Boom--" As if responding to his expectation, a loud noise of the sky and the earth cracking came from the main entrance of the inner camp. Immediately afterwards, the smoke of gunpowder rose into the air and the earth shook.

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"Beast, waste, stop, delay the fighter plane, I'll kill you!" Brother Shu Daoyuan was angry and anxious, and cursed at the ears of the war horse under his crotch. After all, he finally restored his mount to calm.

He thought that the shepherds of Geluo who were driven to chase him would take the opportunity to escape in a hurry. However, after sitting firmly on the saddle again, he was shocked to find that the shepherds of Geluo who had been chased by his brothers like sheep were all scared to the ground by the explosion, and none of them took the opportunity to escape.
Chapter completed!