Thirty miles upstream of the Poyi River Bridge, large wooden rafts connected by hemp ropes were pushed out from the forest by the soldiers of the Anxi Army. Xi Yuanqing and He Lou Yurun led the suicide soldiers from the Exclusive Forecast Battalion to line up on the shore. They were all dressed in neat clothes, with shields, spears, swords, big axes, and horizontal swords all carried on their bodies. The cowhide bags at their waists were filled with Anxi Shaochun squeezed out from the entire army.

“Go on the raft!”

There was no extra word. As Xi Yuanqing and He Lou Yurun shouted, the soldiers from the Exclusive Front Camp got on the large wooden rafts in a team of ten people. They lay silently on the wooden rafts, clutching the wooden handles nailed on them, and then finally jumped on the wooden rafts to spread the rafts with long poles and swung towards the river.

Gao Xianzhi rode on the horse, watching the wooden rafts being pushed off the shore and entering the turbulent Poyi River. He waved his whip forward with a whip in his hand and shouted, "The whole army will come out of the battle, and will not return home until the thief camp is broken!"

The sound of horse hooves moved like thunder. The three thousand light cavalry in Shule Town and the swap city suddenly turned towards the Tubo camp thirty miles away like arrows. Gao Xianzhi personally led the central army to follow closely behind. He didn't know whether Chen Lang and the Thunder Ye Army could nail Zhulongmang Buzhi to death, but he could only choose to believe Chen Lang.

It was already noon at this time, and Gao Xianzhi muttered to himself immediately, "Chen Lang, you have to hold on. At most, you will be here in half an hour."

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In the scorching sun, around the second line of defense of the Tang army, three thousand Tubo cavalry divided into three thousand teams to charge one after another, but they did not wait for the Tang army's crossbowmen to attack like rain. Until they nearly 100 steps, the scoops of the tripping horses that were pulled up made them fall over.

But even so, half of the Tubo cavalry finally successfully rushed to the front of the defense line of the chariots, and then the spearmen of the Tang army infantry rushed out of the chariots and started a bloody hand-to-hand battle with them.

Although Shang Xijie was young, he was the best among the younger generation of Tubo generals who fought with the Tang army on the Qinghai Lake battlefield in recent years. He personally suppressed the central army infantry. Seeing that the Tang army had abandoned its crossbows and fought with his own light cavalry, he knew that the Tang army's crossbows were probably raising arrows to deal with their armored infantry.

"The whole army is pressing forward and attack the Tang army's army fiercely. If anyone winces, he will not let go."

Shang Xijie did not hesitate at all. In the Dafan army, the infantry was slow to attack the Tang army's formation with light cavalry. If the light cavalry could not break into the Tang army's formation, the infantry would become a living target for the Tang army's crossbowmen. The light cavalry, which was mostly leather armored, would naturally be invincible to deal with small surrounding countries, but the Tang army infantry with strong armored spears would be absolutely not an opponent.

Amid the drum beats, Tubo infantry wearing gray-white iron armor began to press forward, and one after another, a thousand-person team rushed from the front and flanks to the Tang army's army formation.

Standing in Wugang's car, Chen Mohe inserted his black horse spear upside down beside him. All the light cavalry of the Tubo people had dismounted, and the infantry brigade finally began to move. One after another, the forward pressure of a thousand-person team made a gap appear in the middle of their team.

As the Tubo infantry brigades entered the battlefield, the crossbowmen of the Sabrei Army began to shoot arrows frantically. Arrows alone could not defeat these Tubo infantry, but they could consume and disrupt their formation.

Watching waves of arrow rains crossing the battlefield in front of the chariots and landing in the Tubo infantry brigade, Chen Mohe's face was always as calm as water. In the Tubo army, except for heavy cavalry, their infantry was the real backbone. At present, the Tubo infantry brigade was facing the arrow rain, and there was no chaos in the marching. Someone was caught in the arrow and fell down. The one behind them made up and crossed the wounded and continued to move forward.

Licking his dry lips, Chen Mohe looked at the only unmoved infantry brigade of the Tubo people. The big cage stuck there could not see what was drawn on it, but it was obvious that the Tubo general there was the commander of these thousands of infantry soldiers. As long as the golden helmet was killed, the Tubo people's infantry would inevitably fall into chaos.

Turning his head slightly, Chen Maha avoided the scrambled arrows shot from the Tubo people in the distance and looked at the more than 200 veterans gathered beside him. Zhang Aocao was sharpening his knife below, and the rest were all sitting cross-legged on the ground. They did not join the battlefield ahead.

"The Lord Xu is arbitrary in his power at the moment. Now it is time for us old guys to repay the Lord's great kindness."

Chen Mohe jumped out of Wu Gang's car and looked at these old guys, who were all old guys who survived from the sea of ​​blood, and were the remnants of the old era in the story told by the lord.

The veterans looked at Chen Mohe. From time to time, there were stray arrows passing over the chariots and landing among them, but everyone laughed unchanged. They had been waiting for this day for a long time. They were different from other veterans. They were all murderers on the battlefield. Even if they were free from the armor and the common people's peace, they could not live up to their ordinary lives. The dreams of them at midnight were always bloody nightmare and the blades that were tightly held in their hands after waking up.

Death from an old bed is the greatest ridicule and humiliation for the old widowers who have no family and children. Even if they are about to die, they still long to die on the battlefield, just like those companions who were buried in Sailye City and Talas back then.

Now this war is just what they want, not to mention that they have spent more than half a year with the young soldiers in the Saiye Army. Not only did they impart their lifelong battlefield experience and martial arts, but their lord also let them see what the new era would look like.

Although the big ships in the new era are enough to accommodate the remnants of the old era, for veterans like Chen Mohe, the grand ending and opening the prelude to the new era is what they want.

"Tang Army!"

"Wan Sheng!"

When Chen Mohe pulled out his black horse spear and shouted, the veterans in the old Mingguang armor also cheered at the top of their lungs.

Back then, they shouted, "Tang army won thousands of victories!" Under the leadership of a commander Ren, they destroyed the Western Turks, destroyed the Turks, punished the cannibals, destroyed the country and destroyed countless clans. Now they can still participate in such a war at the last moment of their lives. It is really a pleasure in life, and they will live up to their life.

After cheering, the veterans pulled out the cork of the wine bag on their waists and poured the strong wine in big mouthfuls. The wine left behind the gray hair and beard, and the old face turned red. "Damn!" They cursed and laughed, throwing the wine bag on the ground, and then turned over to the horse.

Chen Mohe rode on the horse. He looked at Xue Zhenzhu, who was quickly approaching in front of the veterans, and pressed forward on his throat. "Tielenu, what are you doing? Are you going to stop us from going to the Huangquan appointment!"

"Chen Yeye, the young man knows that all the traitors are going to attack and kill the deputy commander of the traitors. The young man and the Sanqian Camp are willing to open the way for the Yeye."

Xue Zhenzhu, who had always been most afraid of Chen Moha, said loudly at this time without fear, facing the cold and terrifying eyes of the old military academy, even though his legs were still shaking violently.

Chen Mohe was stunned for a moment, then took back the horse spear, and then he and the veterans around him burst into laughter, "Good slave, you are all good children, please serve the Lord. This is the business of us old guys, don't get in the way!"

After saying that, Chen Mohe poked out like lightning, pushed Xue Zhenzhu to the side, and then shouted in front, "Open the flag gate!"

In front of the flag gate that was opened, Chen Mohe led two hundred veterans to the battle. Behind him was Xue Zhenzhu who was kneeling on the ground, and cried out in tears, "Yeah, go!"
Chapter completed!