However, only Di Tian punished the Pingxia tribe Dangxiang by the Heishui grass.

When Xia cavalry was running, one after another, he was shot down by sharp arrows, or was chopped by Tang's sword, and fell from a dead horse.

Some even turned around and pulled their bows and fired the so-called horse-returning arrow, but what's the use? The armor on the Tang army's cavalry was exquisite and the arrowheads made of animal bones were simply unable to penetrate it.

Prince Nixiang, the king of Shannan, was shot in an arrow on his right wrist. The blood shedded dyed his trouser legs. He simply tied his right hand with a reins, and then continued to wave the Qiang sword in his left hand to fight against the chasing Tang cavalry.

"You are all weak, don't resist fearlessly, subdue!" Under the rushing banner, even Siba Ono, who was a servant of the Tang family, couldn't help but roar. When he saw that most of the killed Xia people had only felt hats or ear-pressing hats on their heads, and there was no armor on their bodies. As long as they chopped a little or shot an arrow, they would either die or be injured. This unilateral behavior of similar massacre made Siba Ono, who had a blood hatred in the Peace Xia tribe, couldn't help but shed tears.

An old Xia man turned his head around when Siba Ono's war horse was about to chase him, and held a rough iron-headed stick in his hand to hit Siba Ono.

At the moment of fighting, Siba Ono saw that the old man had no courage to look at death, but in fact only despair and fear were left.

Instinctively, Siba Ono raised the sharp Xi sword in his hand and slanted upwards. The old Xia man rushing towards him, with his iron-headed stick coming out of his hand, spread his arms, his neck and shoulders were cut, and his figure was tilted back quickly, with a nice whistling sound, flying up and splashing onto Siba Ono's brow bones - a hot and fishy smell came to his nose.

"Ah, stupid!" Sibo Dayo was angry. His horse's hooves continued to move forward, and he held the Xi knife hard, stabbed the left and right, killing several running Xia people in succession.

At this time, I saw that the Xia people had begun to retreat, and the rear formation that escorted the two princes had already run for several miles, and the front and back formations had widened a distance: Ye Shiliangbi, who was ambushed in the forest in the southwest corner of Qiwu Mountain, seized this opportunity and led two thousand Qiang cavalry to rush out shouting, cut in horizontally, and completely tore the Xia army into two pieces that could not be taken care of.

At this moment, Gao Yue, who was supervising the battle in Helian Temple, suddenly felt a strong wind coming towards him, which made him almost unable to open his eyes. He hurriedly looked back and saw the corner of the Pixiu Battle Flag on the top of the mountain swirling over, and the direction of the wolf smoke also turned over, "The wind has changed!" The woods on Qiwu Mountain surged in the strong wind, making a deep sound like a tide.

Sure enough, the Tang army changed from a wind to a headwind. There was never such a strong wind on the battlefield. Many people were lying on the saddle, instinctively clinging to their bodies and spinning in place, making it difficult to pursue them. The camel cannons who were originally planning to use the "Hundred-Si Gun" to fire shots before they arrived, could only hide behind the camels and could not move.

Only Yoshikiroe's cavalry ran across the waist of the entire battlefield. While fighting to the death with Prince Nixiang's troops, they also chased the convoy of Prince Xia's Kingdom: although they didn't know that there were two young "big figures" here.

Ming Huaiyi, who was holding an iron mace and radiating his hair, was still Fu Yuhuai, who was wearing heavy armor and holding a long spear. He hesitated for the time being. In such a strong wind, could he continue to pursue him further?

At this time, a snow-white dot ran out from the foot of Qiwu Mountain, getting closer and closer. It was Gao Yue, who was riding a snowy snowy snow. This man, regardless of the obstruction of the three yamen, ran straight to the battlefield full of corpses and wounded, "Chase, chase me!"

Gao Yue kept shouting, and then he pulled out the Yunfuduo sheath with a bang. The sword light seemed to be able to split the strong wind that was coming to his face. The sound was spread to the cavalrymen who were patrolling, "I am Mr. Ji, don't worry about the wind and sand, chase me, if you don't have the former, kill me!"

Soon, more and more cavalrymen were accompanying Gao Yue and continuing to move forward with their spears.

"Don't stop, chase!" Ming Huaiyi raised his iron mace and shouted.

"Don't let half of the rebel Qiang go back and chase after him!" Fu Yuhuai also raised his horse spear and encouraged the troops behind him.

After a brief panic, the Tang army's cavalry continued to wrap the battle flags on their armored bodies, gritted their teeth, and some simply closed their eyes and went forward against the strong wind and chased.

In the wind and sand, Fu Yuhuai, the general of the Yining Army, held a long spear in his hand. He saw a leader of the Dangxiang people in front of him, and his right hand seemed to be injured and dragged, running towards Tongwancheng. So Fu Yuhuai closed one eye, opened the other eye and stared at the tip of the blade of the long spear, connecting it in a straight line, without making a sound, rode his horse to catch up with the man, keeping a distance of more than ten feet away from him, and then quietly and skillfully placed the horse spear on the other party's left shoulder, suddenly shouting, "The Qiang thief was killed!"

The man's terrifying moment turned around with the roar.

Fu Yuhuai quickly stabbed the tip of the horse spear forward and penetrated the man's throat.

The man was immediately stabbed five or six feet away, fell down from his horse, rolled a few times, and died in the grass.

Fu Yuhuai took back Ping and held the horse's lance, rode his horse around his body twice, and called a few cavalrymen of the Yining Army who arrived: You cut off this person's head, it looks like a leader.

After investigation, it was found that the person who was assassinated by Fuyuhuai was Prince Nixiang, the king of Shannan in the pseudo-Xia.

"Ah!" On the other end of the battlefield, Noshirobi's cavalry went around and caught up with a decorated carriage. Xia Qi on all sides of the carriage could not help but turn around and fight to the death.

During the melee, a large number of reinforcements had rushed out of Tongwancheng to support the rescue.

When there were only two miles apart, Noshiroe came with his personal soldiers and killed all the Xia people trapped in the vehicle.

At this time, a boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, suddenly jumped out of the car.

In the chaos, an arrow flew in, hitting the boy's ribs. He staggered back, leaning against the wheel that no longer turned, slowly squatted down and looked at the enemy surrounding him.

Noshi Liangbi rode a horse and approached, "You are Tuoba Chaohui's son..."

"Yes, I am the son of the Qingtianzi Wuzu, Yuanlong." After the boy struggled to talk about his identity, his beautiful eyes condensed and his long eyelashes stopped flashing.

He is dead.

Noshiroe stretched out his blade and opened the blood-stained curtain of the car. He saw that there was a smaller boy, about seven or eight years old, trembling in it because of fear.

"You are another son of Tuoba Chaohui, named Tuoba Sheng." After saying this, several cavalrymen from the Yeshi Department pulled out Tuoba Sheng, whom they didn't even dare to cry, and tied them up on the horse.

The reinforcements of the Xia army that came out of Tongwancheng were mostly infantry. When they saw that the cavalry of Prince Nixiang had been devastatingly hit, they all cried and grieved, formed a formation, held weapons, and wanted to fight the Tang army to the death.
Chapter completed!