Luo Hou led the way and saw dozens or hundreds of spears stretching out from the gap, and stabbing down from the village wall that had not yet fallen. However, the person who was penetrated was hung on the spear and could not even fall down. The Khitan guards on the village wall were also crazy. The spear broke and threw down desperately with anything at hand. The guards at the gap pushed up the cart, transported the earth and stones to stack obstacles behind them, and then the spearmen guarded the obstacle and stabbed them desperately. At this time, nothing was useful. As long as the Tang army swept in, everyone would have no fate.

Although everyone was fighting desperately, there were too many Tang troops coming over, and it was too dense. In a flash, almost all the gates of the village were pushed down. The guards on the village wall were either trampled on the soles of their feet or turned around and ran backwards, hoping that countless torches could run through the crazy lang heads were thrown out of the crowd and landed in various places of the camp, and flames rose everywhere.

Those who escaped by chance in the past now have no way to retreat. Hundreds of thousands of people have already spread from both sides of the camp, sweeping up more people and surrounding the camp. Fang Wenzhong was originally a Confucian general, but at this time he was covered in blood. He stopped in the sky with a smile: "Damn, this battle was a bit tragic."

Of course, not many people could hear his words, and no one could not hear another shouting sound outside. However, these shouting sounds were too weak, and it was normal to be covered by the crowd. However, only a few hundred people were neighing and shouting: "The King Yelu came in person, the army was calm, the King Yelu came in person, the army was calm." Outside the crowd, there were only one or two hundred knights divided into two teams, walking through both sides of the huge man. Yelu Abaoji was in one of the teams. They led the knights to bypass the frenzy trend and walked against the wings of their wings. They led the men and horses into the crowds.

The crowd was dense and sparse on both sides. As long as they didn't rush too deep, there was room for movement. Every time they rushed in for only a few dozen steps, they turned around under the leadership of Yelu Abaoji and cut out hundreds of people. They used horse spears to drive them out of the brigade. Once the people left the melee, they could finally wake up. When they stumbled and moved aside, they seemed to hear the shouting of these knights. The crowd who survived the disaster collapsed on the ground, looking at everything in front of them, were all at a loss. Why did this happen? Why did it become like this? Our Khitans were defeated too quickly.

The knight in front of him held high the banner of the king of the eight leaders Yelu Abaoji, and did not stop the horses and rushed into the crowd. He then stripped hundreds of people out as before. After more than ten repeated attacks, the people and horses were already panting and exhausted. How could they stop the defeat?

There were almost 400,000 to 500,000 people, 200,000 elite soldiers of the Tang army, and the Khitans were even older and weak. After a craziness, more than 100,000 people were already out of control. Now there were only 300,000 people sweeping, and only 300,000 to 400,000 people fell down, and it suddenly became much looser. The people in front did not feel that the momentum that was pushing them behind was as huge as before, and gradually slowed down. The people who were cut and breathing for a while also shouted with these knights, and the shouting was no longer weak and insignificant. Amid the huge crowd of people who were crazily and whistling, they could gradually distinguish it.

At this time, it was no longer impossible to even wield a knife like it was in the beginning. The huge momentum and dense crowd gradually stopped rolling forward and swept everything. More and more people scattered from both sides. The camp in front of them was completely submerged by the crowd, and the flames soared into the sky, but the momentum of the surging crowd surging forward had slowed down a lot. The people behind had stopped and sat down in a daze. This battle seemed to have hope of being controlled. No matter who wins and loses, there were many casualties.

Generally speaking, such a battle will take several days to find out just a fight. Now it has just become more organized and no longer confused.

The main force of the Tang army's central army was Wang Yanzhang, Shang Rang and Ge Congzhou were in support of the back, Luo Hou and Fang Wenzhong attacked from the left and right flanks, and the main pressure fell on the central army. Ge Cong Zhou Shang Rang must be the main force among the main forces. It was not that their army was more elite, but that the casualties were even more severe. Ge Cong Zhou asked the two to stand side by side and rushed out repeatedly, and were already out of breath. When they rushed out of the crowd again, both of them were so tired that they couldn't stand up on the horse's back. There were only dozens of knights following behind them, and the rest were either dropped or scattered around, and they could not gather together for a while.

This is the case in the battle. The generals cannot find soldiers, and the soldiers cannot find generals. They rely solely on the banner to show that the commander is still there and the direction of the attack. This is at a disadvantage for the attacking side, because the position of the flag of the attacking side is always changing, and the defender stands in his own camp.

Monk Ge Congzhou asked Zheng to kill him so much that he was out of breath. A personal guard behind him shouted: "General Shang, let us take a breath, and finally calm them down. He gathered the team, rested the power of manpower, and rushed in again. He would definitely not be able to prevent the sunset, so he would not leave these barbarians' armor."

Shang Rang and Ge Congzhou looked at each other and all the people were dyed red. When they rushed into the crowd, the important thing was that they could not stop. Once they stopped and were overwhelmed by the crowds rushing behind, it was no matter how easy it was. Someone stood in front, and only had to slash the bayonets. If they wanted to save people, they had to kill people first. In this world, saving people and killing people became something that was a bit unclear.

On a small hill in the distance, a bunch of people looked at everything in front of him from a distance. This bunch of people was dressed in Tang cavalry, and they were all in red. He was the first general, tall, long hands and feet, and a messy beard under his jaw. There was a long-handled sword across the saddle bridge. The knife drill was simply a sharp and sharp spear tip with both sides. Compared to the usual cavalry, it was considered an additional number.
Chapter completed!