Chapter 071, Ten Thousand Horses still enter the state of meditation, and cry for whom

Gu Dulu was wearing a white robe and waved a white bone staff. At the top of the staff was a skeleton the size of a fist. It was more than three feet above the ground and was dancing and singing strange songs, just like a storm. More than 30 shamans under his feet lined up in a semicircular formation that stretched forward, waving the staff together and twisting their bodies.

The sunlight on the plateau shone down, as if it had a strange twist as the staff danced, becoming extremely dazzling. Lights refracted one after another and flew out towards the opposite side. At the same time, the earth and rocks on the ground in front also rolled up in strange tremors, and gray-black vortexes several feet high continued to emerge and pushed forward, and wherever they passed seemed to be able to sweep everything into swallowing.

The Donghuamen guardian Jihai, opposite the Donghuamen, led twelve disciples to form a fan-shaped sword formation. The swords flew regularly in the air like flowers, like a strange net, blocking the scattering of dazzling light.

Mingqin, the head of the Miaofa Sect, also stood in the air three meters away from the ground, facing Gu Dulu from afar. The magic weapon he sacrificed seemed to be a ray of blue smoke, and a tulle like a tulle of blue smoke. The other seven Miaofa Sect disciples waved various ribbons at Mingqin's feet with the cover of the Donghuamen Sword Formation, as if the heavenly girl were dancing together, they looked very beautiful. No matter what attacked the sword formation, they were all disintegrated by invisible power.

These masters of practice do not fight like soldiers on the battlefield, but form formations and fight. Jihai, Mingqin and others lead their disciples not to fight desperately, but just entangle the shamans and let the other three flying masters fight Zuoyouxian. It is completely different from the other places on the battlefield where corpses are flying everywhere at every moment, at least there are no casualties so far.

Gu Dulu became more and more anxious, and the strange singing in the air became more and more sharp, and his body twisted more and more like a nerve. As soon as the battle started, he could see clearly that the iron-armored heavy cavalry on both wings of the Tang army successfully encircled the ribs of the Turkic army, while the counter-charge launched by the Turkic cavalry did not break through the blade formation on the front of the Tang army. The crossbow arrows shot out from the back row of the Tang formation like rain, and pushed them over with the knife formation. This situation was very unfavorable to the Turkic army.

Gu Dulu was anxious but had no choice. Although Jihai, Mingqin and others only attacked but not defended, they successfully entangled the shamans. Once the battle was unfolded, they could not retreat, otherwise the counterattack against the power of the method would follow. Although Zuo Youxian had the upper hand, they did not decide the outcome.

Hundreds of thousands of troops and dozens of cultivators were fighting. The naked riverbed of Tonggu River shouted and killed the sky, and corpses were everywhere. Zuoyouxian, the center of the battlefield, fought with three flying masters in the sky, with black fog and white air, golden sword lights, and wind and thunder qin sounds intertwined, which was dazzling.

There was only one person who seemed to be out of the matter. He was at the core of the melee of hundreds of thousands of people. Even though the surroundings had turned upside down, he seemed indifferent. Of course, this person was Mei Zhenyi.

Mei Xiaolang's arrow shocked the two armies, and it also deeply shocked Mei Zhenyi. She fell to the ground and barely saved her life. At the first moment, he felt mixed feelings in his heart and couldn't tell what it felt. When the war started, Mei Zhenyi heard the shouts of killing everywhere, and suddenly felt a sense of despair. It seemed that all his spirits were taken away with the strength of his body.

Before traveling through time, he had no parents, but an orphan who grew up eating a hundred families. After traveling through time, he had a high-ranking father with both civil and military status, but he didn't even have time to say anything when he met for the first time. He gave him a fatal arrow. The bystanders could fully understand why Mei Xiaolang did that. As smart as Mei Zhenyi could understand, it did not mean that the matter happened to him and could accept it happily.

Zuo Youxian faced Zhiyan and others to fight, and sand and stones flew away one meter away. Although both sides were very careful not to affect Mei Zhenyi, as long as anyone made a mistake, he could immediately take his life. Mei Zhenyi sat on the ground weakly and could not do anything, as if the battle of hundreds of thousands of troops had nothing to do with him. At this time, he felt confused again, and in a daze, he couldn't help but think of a lot of his master.

In front of the two armies, Mei Xiaolang was forced to give up the father-son relationship and shot him into his eager expectation for many days with one arrow. Who else in this world is truly good to him? He will always care about him and love him. When he feels confused, he can give him the deepest guidance in his heart? Mei Zhenyi thought of Sun Simiao in one thought! His numb heart was a little awakened, and the earth-shaking shouts of killing seemed to gradually fade away. Why not ask the master?

Cast a spell to protect the arrow. The spell was broken. The spirit was almost exhausted, but entering into meditation to practice the Lingshan mental method had no effect. At this moment, I felt more ethereal and unobstructed. With the mental method of "like the gods are here", I cut off the disturbance of the external factors, and entering into meditation to show the soul. I met Sun Simiao again in Lingtaichun.

Throughout history, there is only one person who has been practicing in the center of the battle formation where thousands of horses are rushing to practice.

"Who wants to kill me, who saved me? If Zuo Youxian didn't capture me and went to the army, my father wouldn't shoot me an arrow, but if he didn't teach me the way to protect me, my life would be hard to protect me. He said he wanted to enlighten me, was it just to let me see through the world and let him go?" This was the first sentence Mei Zhenyi asked.

Sun Simiao's terrain is always so kind and kind. He asked gently: "Did your father kill you? Did Zuo Youxian save you?"

Mei Zhenyi's thoughts moved: "No, I am safe and sound, Zuo Youxian did not take action... But I would rather be shot by someone else, and I would rather be taught by someone else's method of protecting the body."

Sun Simiao: "This is what you cannot choose. You cannot choose where you come from. You can only choose what you do and where you go.... You are his son, and he shot that arrow, but think about it again, who is not the son of his parents?... With the eyes of a real person, there is no distinction between external things, and with the eyes of transcendence and outspokenness, your body and all things are also no distinction. If your state of mind reaches this point, you will not sigh today."

Mei Zhenyi: "Master, I am far from the realm of Dacheng Zhenren, let alone the divine transformation."

Sun Simiao: "It's not far away, not far away, not far away from Dacheng Zhenren, and that supernatural power does not only refer to magical powers, you will understand in the future... Teng'er, you are trapped in the army today, and I am about to resign today. You and my master and disciple can only meet in Lingtaichung. I hope you will take good care of yourself and overcome the disaster in front of you."

Sun Simiao from Lingtaizhong actually said this. The day when Mei Zhenyi was trapped in front of the two armies was also the day when Sun Simiao, who was far away in Guanzhong, passed away. Mei Zhenyi knew Sun Simiao's life before traveling through time, and also knew that his old man had passed away. But when Sun Simiao said it "in person", and at this moment, he couldn't help crying like a child: "Master, I originally wanted to see you. Although someone advised me not to leave Wuzhou, I also planned to arrive in Guanzhong this month, but I didn't want to be trapped here."

Sun Simiao smiled and said, "Don't cry, if you cry at this time, it's not your master, but yourself. If you are calm when encountering things, don't be confused. You and I can still meet in Lingtaichung."

Sun Simiao told him not to cry, but Mei Zhenyi could no longer help but burst into tears. The state of cries disappeared, and Sun Simiao was still in front of him. It was still a battlefield that was turning upside down. He cried loudly in the state of concentration. After he came out of concentration, he found that he was also crying loudly, which was a situation that had never happened before when he was sitting in concentration.

Just now, my whole body was exhausted and I felt that I had disappeared. The crying was full of energy. The four people in the fight in the sky were slightly surprised, and then I breathed a sigh of relief. I could cry so loudly, it seemed that Mei Zhenyi had nothing to do.

At this time, the Tang army's blade formation had already pushed across the Tonggu River, and the whizzing crossbow arrows continued to shoot into the Turkish cavalry team. The neighing of horses, crowded collisions and terrifying wails sounded, and the frontal battlefield space was compressed and smaller. The left and right blade formations were soon to be surrounded, not far from where a group of practitioners fought.

The first person to leave the battlefield is Zuoyouxian, the highest cultivation level.

Zuo Youxian was still eased in the air with one and three. He could see the situation on the battlefield clearly. When the heavy cavalry of the Tang army successfully inserted into the two wings of the Turkic army formation and the blade position lit up on the high slope of the opposite bank, Zuo Youxian already knew the end of the battle. Although the outcome had not been finalized, the defeat of the Turkic people was decided.

Mei Xiaolang came prepared. Not only did he call strict orders, he was skillful in the military and horses, and he was full of morale at the moment. Even the timing of the decisive battle, the terrain of the battlefield, the layout of the battlefield, and the tactics of cooperation were very favorable. The 100,000 Turkic cavalry were compressed into an area with a shrinking fan shape. The people and horses could not launch a charge and lost their greatest advantage. Half of the troops were in the enemy's hands. The overall situation was determined to be powerless to turn the situation back.

Zuo Youxian is also a person who has experienced the conquest of thousands of troops. It is estimated that if you want to see this battle, you will have to wait until dark before it is dark. Even if you put 100,000 pigs in the wilderness, it will take some trouble to slaughter one by one, let alone 100,000 cavalrymen?

Zuo Youxian let out a long roar, waved the Wuqian plate in his hand, and the Hunyuan Banner shook open. The white light in the air suddenly turned dark, as if it had burst out all the light energy instantly. As the dark curtain rose, Kunwu Sword shot out countless sharp sword lights, like a large group of colorful butterflies circling out from a black cloud, forcing Zhiyan and the other three back several feet away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he put away his three heads and six arms and turned into a purple air and rushed to the sky. The plum Zhenyi on the ground disappeared. A red glow and two green lights also chased Zuo Youxian into the sky, turning into the southeast in the sky. Zhiyan and others saw Zuo Youxian running away and were reluctant to chase after him, but they found that he had taken Mei Zhenyi away, and immediately flew to the sky and chased Zuo Youxian.

When Zuo Youxian and others left, the Jihai Guardian who was in charge of the sword formation in front of him shouted, and the twelve flying swords of the disciples were inserted into the ground at the same time. A roar came from the ground and a large crack was cracked. The earth and rocks were lifted up several feet high and flew towards the formation of the shaman wizard like shells. At the same time, a clear roar in the air, and the women of the Miaofamen spread their colorful silks together, and a dense raindrop-like injuring piano sound came from the air.

These masters of practice have always defended but not attacked. Once they fight back, they are so fierce. Gu Dulu's body turned over a few times in the air and almost fell down. More than 30 shamans shouted in unison to block the attack. When the smoke and dust dissipated, the disciples of the Donghuamen and Miaofamen had already left the battlefield and retreated quickly.

The route for the cultivation masters to retreat was exactly between the two left and right blade formations of the Tang army. As soon as they retreated, the left and right blade formations had already surrounded and connected together, and the sword lights were pushed over like snow. The crossbow arrows in the air were immediately shot down. At this time, the crossbow soldiers in the back row of the Tang army launched another round of volleys, and according to the flag-speaking orders, they were concentrated at the forefront of the Turkic battle formation, which was where the shamans lined up.

Not only were there arrows shot from the powerful crossbows, but many of them were also followed by Gu Duluo's body through curved arcs, which were obviously not shot by ordinary archers. Gu Duluo roared and flew backwards, swung the bone staff in his hand, and waved the wind and swept countless flying arrows, but two arrows were still inserted into his butt, and he flew back with injuries.

A master of cultivation has a body of magical power. Killing an ordinary person is often as easy as killing an ant, but don’t forget that too many ants can gnaw the elephant to death. If you encounter a vicious military ants in the tropical jungle, even the giant python wearing scales is left in an instant, and the same is true for the shaman wizard to be trapped in front of the formation of thousands of swords and thousands of arrows.

When they met these wizards, the forwards of the sword formation lost hundreds of soldiers, and the soldiers in the back row immediately made up with their swords. The formation and propulsion speed of the sword formation were not at all confusing.

If there were battles in an open area, hundreds of sword-holding warriors were not enough for dozens of wizards to get between their teeth, but with the cooperation of countless crossbows, in front of the neat army of killing formations, the wizard cast spells and knocked down three or five people in an instant, and at the same time, more than a dozen swords and hundreds of arrows also arrived. After the blade formation was pushed, only a few of these shaman wizards had time to turn around and escape into the chaos army. Most of the others were either dismantled or shot into hedgehogs.

Chebu was not on the battlefield. He stayed in the Rehai camp and did not come to the front line in person, and was not very relieved to let Yuanzhen command the army alone. He sent Gu Duluo as the military supervisor. Gu Duluo was a group of shamans under Gu Duluo were originally the supervisor team. Now the military supervisor was the first to escape. Yuanzhen was not interested in fighting when he saw that the situation was not good. He did not want to destroy all the elites of his tribe here.

If all these strong men were buried on the battlefield, it would be difficult for the elderly, weak, women and children who remained in the Turkic tribes in the grassland and desert to survive alone under harsh conditions. Yuan Zhen ordered the elite troops in the headquarters to turn the horse's head and break out with all their might while the Tang army had not yet fully encircled.

The commander went backwards. The entire Turkic army was in chaos. They turned their horses and rushed backwards, trying to escape from the Shura battlefield. The Turkic cavalry were rectified into battle lines and fled backwards. At this time, the blade formations separated and had not joined the battle. The Tang Dynasty Light Cavalry rushed towards the back like a torrent, pounced on the back of the Turkic cavalry. The melee began to turn into a massacre.

More than half of the 100,000 Turkic cavalry were wiped out. Yuanzhen and more than 10,000 subordinates broke through, but did not return to the Rehai camp, but went deep into the northeast desert. The remaining fewer than 20,000 people escaped. If another Turkic army had not come to pick him up from the direction of Heisha City, few people would have escaped.

Che Bu was planning to transfer the wings of the army from Heisha City to respond, and wanted to defeat Mei Xiaolang's army in one fell swoop, but Mei Xiaolang suddenly rushed forward. The battle was ahead of schedule. When the wings led 30,000 troops to arrive, Yuan Zhen's army was already defeated. A battle started the next morning, and the wings could not resist the Tang army. At this time, the road back to Heisha City was cut off again, and there was no choice but to gather the remaining troops to retreat to the Rehai camp.

But Mei Xiaolang did not immediately fight again. In the Tonggu River battle, the next day, the Yebei Cavalry Battle was again. Although he killed countless enemies, the Tang army suffered a lot of casualties. His men and horses were all tired and needed rest. At the same time, the reserve army was mobilized to supplement them. So he divided his troops to station the camp and formed a siege on the Rehai camp in Chebu, only to prevent the Turkic people from escaping.

The third battle started on the seventh day after the battle. Wang Fangyi first led the heavy cavalry to break the Rehai military camp. The general was charged forward, and he was shot with an arrow in his left arm. He actually drew his sword and cut off the arrow shaft. He still held a spear in one hand to kill the enemy formation. Mei Xiaolang then blocked his army and rushed in. The Turkic troops in the Rehai area were wiped out, and more than 20,000 of them surrendered and became prisoners.

Yubei died in the chaos, and Chebu was shot to death by Mei Xiaolang! At that time, Chebu was protected by a team of personal guards and wanted to break through along the north shore of Rehai, but was caught by the central army led by Mei Xiaolang. Mei Xiaolang jumped up on the galloping horse and shot an arrow into the air. The power of this arrow was no less than shooting in front of the formation that day, shooting Chebu and his men and horses through the ground.

In a war of hundreds of thousands of troops, one of the head coaches died directly at the hands of the other. It is very rare and has been rumored to be a good story in the army. This battle also left another story. After a complete victory, Mei Xiaolang made it easy to disclose that the one who was tied to the Turkic formation that day was indeed his son Mei Zhenyi. Therefore, the story of "shooting a son in front of the formation" was talked about, and everyone who heard it admired Mei Xiaolang and praised it very much.

When she heard these praises, she felt bitter, painful and helpless in her heart, Mei Xiaolang could only chew it alone.
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