The Passionate Guns of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 978

Yang Yong's injuries were not fully recovered, so it is a big taboo to compete with others, but when he thinks that he has the power of overlord, defeated Luo Shixin with a gun, defeated Li Yuanba, and is just a golden thunder, what is there to be afraid of?

Therefore, Yang Yong has the arrogance of a famous person now. Seeing that his golden chessboard fell down, Yang Yong did not dodge or dodge. He took a deep breath and sank to his dantian. Going up to parry, he even shouted, "Go!"

The big chessboard was hitting the gun shaft, making a deafening noise. This movement was much louder than the movement of Qin Qiong and Jin Lei stretching out their hands just now. Sparks splashed everywhere, and Jin Lei's big chessboard was up three feet high. The instantaneous temperature soared by dozens of degrees, and Jin Lei felt hot, which was minor. His two arms were almost dislocated, and his head was buzzing, as if he had tinnitus from an elderly person. His eyes turned black, and his body swayed a few times. Thanks to Jin Lei's free hand, he held onto the iron beam of the horse, so he didn't fall off the horse.

However, people's reactions are secondary, and the horse that Jin Lei sat on couldn't bear it either. From birth to now, this animal has never encountered such a big movement. Roaring, how high it is.

"Huh, huh!" Jin Lei yelled, but this Yili war horse was so open-minded that he didn't listen to his master's orders at all. Tempered and ran down in a straight line, he quickly rushed out of the battlefield and disappeared from everyone's sight.

At this time, Yang Yong's war horse took several steps back, his hands were numb, his arms were sore, the most uncomfortable thing was his internal organs, which were churning like the rising tide of the sea, his throat was salty, and he felt like he was about to vomit blood, but Yang Yong Yong pressed down hard, and finally brought down the blood pressure.

Yang Yong regretted a little. It seemed that Miracle An's words were true. His injury was really not healed. Otherwise, Jin Lei's strength was far behind his own. He was far behind Li Yuanba and Luo Shixin, and even Yuwen Chengdu couldn't catch up. When the gun was shot down, his broken chessboard flew away, but he refused to accept his poor health and almost vomited blood. He really shouldn't fight Jin Lei. This time his body must have suffered a lot and suffered internal injuries. This is because he is young. After decades, maybe the sequelae will appear.

Yang Yuling, Nangong Saihua, Li Wan'er, Princess Yujing, Li Fenger, Luo Shiying and others saw that Yang Yong's expression was a little strange, so they quickly surrounded him.

"My lord, how do you feel?"

"My lord is injured, why did you take him hard?"

"My concubine has already said that you will not be allowed to fight Jin Lei. This guy is powerful, but you won't listen!"

"Yeah, you don't think about yourself, you have to think about us, and the thousands of soldiers under you."...

The six beauties complained about Yang Yonglai every time I said anything to you. At this time, Qin Qiong came over, "Madam, protect the prince well, and the last general and Yaojin rushed to kill these Turkic Tartars in one fell swoop. The opportunity in front of us is not lost."

"I'm fine, wives, what General Qin said is right, follow me to kill these Turkic Tartars!" Yang Yong said, throwing his big gun into the air to replace the military order.

The [-] troops rushed towards the Turkic camp. Yang Yong rushed in front, and the six beautiful wives were worried about Yang Yong, and followed her husband to the left and right. Responding to the left and right sides, Yang Yong's men and horses rushed towards the Turkic camp in three directions from the left, middle and right, and the shouts were earth-shattering.

The Turkic generals didn't like it, so they quickly ordered the archers to release arrows. After a roar, a dense rain of arrows fell on Yang Yong's rebel army.

Bows and arrows are the most powerful thing in the cold weapon era.Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, there is such a saying that can prove its power: a general is not afraid of thousands of troops, but only an inch of iron.

All of a sudden, countless arrows and horses fell from the rebel army. The soldiers rushing to the front fell down in rows and groups. Some held shields to block the arrows, but the galloping horses were suddenly hit by arrows and fell to the ground. One was cut off from the horse, and it was not known whether it was dead or not, and then it was trampled into mud by the horse, and the wilderness was stained with blood, which was horrible.

Yang Yong saw that the Turks and Tartars were really strong in combat, and they would not be chaotic without the main general.One's own troops were small in the first place, so one could imagine the heavy casualties in this rush.

Yang Yong thought of withdrawing troops at that time, but he couldn't think about it. This was the first battle with the Western Turks. If he lost this battle today, his morale would be demoralized. This battle will not be easy in the future.Moreover, if we withdraw our troops, the Turkic cavalry will give full play to their strengths and chase them down, the consequences will be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Yang Yong gritted his teeth, "Come on! Shoot the arrow!"

Since the rebel cavalry camp, archers and rattan players are in the front, this formation is convenient for charging. Therefore, after the rebel army got the order, they ran and shot at the Turkic soldiers. For a while, the sky was covered with clouds of arrows. , The rain of arrows is like a shuttle, covering the sky and the sun.

For a time, the number of arrows hit by both sides was hard to count, and the number of casualties was increasing rapidly.

However, because the Turkic generals were not only outnumbered, they were on the defensive, but Yang Yong's rebels had fewer horses, and they were on the offensive. Therefore, the casualties of Yang Yong's rebels were significantly higher than those of the Turkic generals.

Now Yang Yong is going all out, if he doesn't win this battle, he will never withdraw!Yang Yong didn't believe in evil, he rode his horse and danced his gun, shouted and continued to charge.

Yang Yong rushed to the front, dancing the big gun in his hand like flying, and these arrows were shot down one after another.Yang Yuling, Nangong Saihua, Li Wan'er, Princess Yujing, Li Fenger, Luo Shiying, these six women were also unambiguous, and they waved their swords, covering their men and horses with white light. All the people nearby are at the end of their battles.

The left and right troops of Cheng Yaojin and Qin Qiong also suffered heavy casualties, but these two generals also took the lead, and the morale of the rebel army did not decrease at all. Generally filled up.

The distance of hundreds of steps is not considered a distance at all for these soldiers, especially the cavalry, but today, it has become an insurmountable gap for countless lives.

Yang Yong saw that although the main Turkic soldiers were missing, the Turkic cavalry were well-trained and remained stable.If we continue to fight like this, the casualties will be too heavy. The enemy's number is nearly four times that of ours. If we want to kill the thirty Turkic soldiers in front of us, what price will we have to pay?Never make fun of your brothers' lives!

But damn, why are these Turkic Tartars so wicked?The main general is gone, and they are still stubbornly resisting, which is different from the Han people.Yang Yong was thinking about this while rushing to kill.

Suddenly, Yang Yong saw the wolf-headed banner in the Turkic camp, fluttering in the wind.

Damn, how did I forget it!Yang Yong knew that the Turkic wolf-headed flag was the soul of their soldiers, and the cohesion exerted by this spiritual pillar was unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Yang Yong checked the distance with his eyes and felt that it was about the same. He shouted, "Wives, use the charge to cover this king!"

Yang Yuling and others understood, and the six beauties wrapped Yang Yong in the middle, and each wielded their swords to block the flow of arrows for Yang Yong's men and horses.

Yang Yong hung up his big gun, reached out his hand and took off the carved bow from behind, and with the other hand pulled out a spiked arrow from the quiver, there was a soft creaking sound of the bowstring, the bow was opened like a full moon, and the point of the arrow was Aiming at the wolf-headed flag in the Turkic camp, Yang Yong loosened his right hand. The wolf-toothed arrow pierced through the air, whistling and flew more than 100 steps, and hit the flagpole of the wolf-headed flag impartially. The flagpole was broken in half, and the wolf's head flag was cut to dust.

This time, the Turkic generals were in chaos.

"Rush!" Yang Yong collected his bow and arrows, and charged forward with six beautiful wives. Soon, Yang Yong's three troops from the Central Army, the Left Army, and the Right Army rushed into the Turkic camp, and the bows and arrows were lost. With a different style and close combat, it announced the beginning of the nightmare of the Turkic cavalry...

(End of this chapter)