Datang: Touching the Corpse Li Yuanba at the Beginning

They subconsciously started to retreat, but when they retreated, their morale dissipated, and it would be foolish to try to unite again.

"Don't retreat!"

"withstand!"

"Useless general!"

The deputy commander shook his head helplessly when he saw the fleeing army regardless, but as the second person in the Duchy of Ai Zhuo and the heir of Ai Zhuo, what he did not allow himself to take over was a dilapidated duchy.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, he thought of a way.

"Retreat, retreat towards Wuluo Valley, there are our reinforcements there!"

When they heard the word reinforcements, these people who ran for their lives on two legs seemed to be on stimulants, and their speed suddenly increased. After all, those who ran slowly were already lying on the ground, and none of them I don't want to be the next ghost to die under the Turkic saber.

Wuluo Valley is the only road leading to both sides of the mountain in Wuluo Mountain. If a city is built here, it can be said that one man guards the gate, and ten thousand people cannot open it.

However, I don't know what the Persians thought. He didn't even care about such a strategically important place that guards the north and the south and is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

"Master Falcon, this group of people is too weak."

"Otherwise, don't think that every country is as powerful as Datang."

Ashina Falcon looked at the settled battle situation from a distance, and shook his head helplessly.

How unfair the world is.

If Turkic hadn't met Datang, wouldn't the opponent in front of him be easy to handle?

Why did God allow two equally powerful nations to live on the same land?

"Clean up the battlefield!"

"Forget it, there's nothing to clean, and we don't like their things!"

Looking at the corpses and weapons all over the place, Ashina Falcon shook his head helplessly.

On Luo Song's side, after crossing the Wuqun River, on the bank of the Muerjiabu River, they encountered the vanguard sent by Alexander, a light cavalry force of 3 people.

Relying on their own mobility, these people arrived at the Muerjiabu River at the first time, preparing to clear the area between the Muerjiabu and the Wuqun River, and use it to garrison troops. With Batkela as the bridgehead, when the time comes, Even if Datang had an army of 200 million, they still had to go through this flesh and blood mill.

This is not what Li Wenhao wants to see, but Alexander really hopes to drag the Tang army here, relying on the two rivers and the strong city of Batkla to hold Datang down, and use logistics to drag Datang down.

"General, a light cavalry force of 3 people has been spotted ahead, heading towards us!"

At this time, Luo Tong, who had become the deputy commander of the White Horse Battalion, came back after inquiring about the news.

"Prepare for battle!"

Without even thinking about it, Luo Song ordered the whole army to prepare for war.

3 people?

The number of people does have an advantage, but so what?

The White Horse Battalion has always been composed of 3000 people since it was established as an army, but when did it face an enemy that was not several times or even ten times larger than itself?

Was the White Horse Camp cowardly?

The worst thing to say is, can't beat, can't run?

"As far as righteousness goes..."

The desolate and ancient trumpets sounded, and Luo Song led the White Horse Battalion to rush towards the enemy.

"Roton!"

"exist!"

"Send two people to report to His Highness, saying that we encountered 3 enemy Qingqi troops on the north bank of the Mu'erjiabu River. Instead of surrendering, these [-] enemy troops dared to fight back against our army. Department, wipe out the enemy!"

"Uncle, what are you talking about?"

Luo Tong didn't realize it for a while, when will 3 people fight against 3000 people to surrender?

If you don't voluntarily surrender, you are in danger of being wiped out?

"Do you want me to repeat it again?"

"No need, no need!"

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Luo Tong asked the messenger behind him to go back to deliver the order, while he followed Luo Song closely and rushed towards the enemy.

From a distance, Bai Ma Yicong was a group of people who were more bandits than bandits, with white feathers on their heads and armed themselves to the extreme.

Picking up the lance in his hand, Luo Song immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

Continuous gunshots rang out, and the enemy only heard the sound, and before they saw something flying, they found that blood holes had exploded on the foreheads and bodies of their comrades in arms.

After five rounds of bullets were fired, the enemy had already dropped corpses all over the place, and the rest of them couldn't muster up the courage to fight again. They really couldn't figure out what killed their comrades .

"Bow and arrow throw!"

Rifles followed by bows and arrows. When the White Horse Battalion came into close combat with the enemy, less than half of the enemy dared to fight.

Chapter 546

"what is that?"

Everyone has this doubt in their hearts. They have seen firearms, but they have never seen this kind of bolt-action rifle that is similar in height to the Type [-] rifle during World War II.

To put it bluntly, in modern times, in those backward war zones, this type [-] bolt-action rifle is also the best choice.

Moreover, the bolt-action rifle has not been eliminated, and all the famous sniper rifles in later generations are bolt-action rifles.

However, this kind of weapon appeared in this era, so there is a problem.

Although it is not as good as the dimensionality reduction strike of the two-way foil, it is almost the same.

After all, a pointed bullet can easily penetrate the enemy's shield and armor, and then penetrate into the enemy's body, blasting a blood hole.

"kill!"

Luo Song had already forgotten how long he hadn't devoted himself to the battle. Since Li Wenhao pacified the Turks, his White Horse Battalion was more engaged in assassination, spying, and harassment, and seldom went head-on.

As for him, Luo Song, with his superb marksmanship, he naturally didn't have many opportunities to use it, and now his blood that had been gradually extinguished was burning again.

Stimulated by the enemy army, Luo Song seemed to have returned to the era when he just followed Li Wenhao and frightened the Turks with fresh clothes and angry horses.

The spear in his hand flashed a little silver light, and blood holes appeared in the throats of the enemies in front of him, and they fell down. The 72 Luojia gun, or the more essence passed down from Jiang Wei, the last general of the Shu Han .

Changshan Zhao Zilong's Hundred Birds towards the Phoenix Spear and Seven Detective Pan Snake Spears were displayed.

These Western barbarians have never seen such superb martial arts. They thought it was a celestial girl who scattered flowers, and before they had time to react, they had already returned to the underworld.

Oh, no, they should be meeting their God here.

"Why should they!"

After seeing that Luo Song only had 3000 people, the Persian forward army quickly made adjustments. A group of 500 elites joined the front line to stop Luo Song, and under the shouts of the rulers at all levels, The defeated army gradually stabilized.

"The whole army has it!"

"Cut through!"

Seeing the enemy's army gradually stabilized, Luo Song frowned, and issued an order.

To be honest, it has been a long time since the White Horse Camp has fought so head-on.

In Li Wenhao's words, the spiritual significance of the existence of the 3000 people in the White Horse Camp is greater than their usefulness on the battlefield, otherwise he would not use the White Horse Camp as scouts.

"kill!"

Luo Song led Luo Tong and the two of them fought with a silver gun in one hand and a scimitar in the other hand. It was a pleasure to fight, and it was a refreshment to kill them.

Still the same sentence, when did the enemy see such superb martial arts?

In their brains, which are not as big as walnuts, how can they figure out why Luo Song and Luo Tong, who don't look tall, have such powerful fighting power?

"Don't stop the horse!"

Luo Song knew that although the enemy's combat power was relatively weak, there were still 3 people after all. If they stopped their horses, they would be surrounded by the enemy. Moreover, they carried the rifles developed by Datang's most advanced technology on their backs. , must not let the enemy get it. Although the enemy may not be able to research it, no one is willing to try it.

After all, if the enemy was allowed to research the rifle, then this person would be Datang's sinner.

"Uncle, I'll be an arrow!"

Luo Tong's martial arts at this time has reached a great level, and he is second to none among the second generation generals of the Tang Dynasty. It is more than enough to be an arrow in a charge formation, but, unfortunately, his chief is Luo Song.

Uncle Li Wenhao, successor of Zhao Yun and Jiang Wei.

"you?"

"You are too young!"

Even during the fierce battle, Luo Song never forgot to motivate his nephew.

"Uncle, I..."

"What are you, when I'm on the battlefield, you still pee and mud!"

Luo Song didn't intend to give up his position at all, Luo Tong could only follow behind his uncle, watching the dots of silver light continuously harvesting the lives of the enemies.

"Hahaha!"

"Who said I couldn't fight tough battles in the White Horse Camp?"

Before he knew it, the White Horse Battalion really pierced through the enemy's formation. Looking at the corpses left behind, and the bloody White Horse Battalion soldiers, Luo Song let out a hearty laugh.

"Pull it off, walk the dog!"

"it is good!"

Relying on the speed of their horses, the White Horse Camp easily distanced itself from this group of enemies. Seeing the White Horse Camp running forward without looking back, these enemies naively thought that the White Horse Camp had run away.

"Won?"

"We won?"

At this time, they didn't know that a massacre was waiting for them.

The Baimaying, who had run away, was pressing bullets into the rifle one by one.

Da da da!