In the early morning on the wasteland, hundreds of camels and carriages scattered in all directions in chaos.
Cheng Chumo was fully armored, wielding a gleaming lance, and leading more than a dozen cavalrymen also wrapped in iron armor, rushing into the camel caravan like a devil descending to earth.
In just a moment, the Arabs who were blocking the cavalry were knocked flying one after another.
The bright red blood splashed in the air, staining the war horses and the armored knights.
"call--"
Cheng Chumo, relying on his powerful soldiers and armor, took the lead.
His eyes were fixed on the Arab who had just spoken to him. When he saw that he turned and fled, he immediately galloped forward, swung his lance, stabbed it hard into the man's shoulder from behind, and then thrust it hard.
The Arab man screamed and flew up, but Cheng Chumo grabbed him by the belt and pressed him on the horse's back.
"Shut up!"
Cheng Chumo shouted loudly and hit the Arab man's back hard with the lance in his hand. He spit out a mouthful of blood, then lay on the horse's back dying, unable to utter another word.
At this time, a cavalry of about 300 people had been organized behind the camel caravan.
But compared with the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry, these cavalrymen were not wearing armor, and some even had their upper bodies naked. They only held a scimitar and rushed towards the Tang Dynasty cavalry with a roar.
Cheng Chumo sneered, showing no fear at all, and led his cavalry to meet the enemy head-on, piercing into the enemy formation like a sharp arrow.
“Ding-Ding-Dang-Dang—”
The scimitar chopped on his armor, but only left shallow marks.
In contrast, every time Cheng Chumo swung his lance, he could take at least one life.
In this way, the cavalry unit of 300 people was pierced through from the center by more than a dozen Tang Dynasty cavalrymen.
The separated cavalry passed by from both sides, without even looking at the cavalry behind them, and rushed straight towards the convoy in front.
Looking at the roaring Arab cavalry in front of them, the crossbowmen outside the convoy immediately pulled the trigger and shot out thick arrows from the crossbow carts.
The arrow was shaped like a javelin, with a triangular tip that flashed coldly in the morning sun. It was obviously made of fine steel and was extremely powerful.
Every arrow that rushes into the enemy camp can open a bloody path through the crowd.
The Arabs' leather shields were simply unable to withstand the power of the crossbows. They could only watch helplessly as the crossbow arrows pierced through their shields, pierced into their bodies, and even went through their backs.
"call out--"
Accompanied by sharp sounds of breaking through the air, it seemed as if the god of death's scythe was ruthlessly reaping lives on the battlefield.
In the convoy, the retreating young man stood between a dozen burly guards, silently observing the battlefield ahead through the gaps in the shields in front of him.
Seeing Cheng Chumo and more than ten other riders disappear among the gathering Arab cavalry, he frowned slightly.
After a little thought, he called the guards around him and told them to lead the remaining cavalry, wait for an opportunity to charge into the formation and meet up with Cheng Chumo, making sure the young master was not harmed in any way.
The guard took the order and left, climbing onto his horse with a lance in hand.
At the same time, behind the enemy's formation, Cheng Chumo had already led his men to break through the enemy's formation.
Looking at the chaotic cavalry behind him, Cheng Chumo was covered in blood, but he was energetic and eager to try.
Seeing that the young master seemed to be planning to turn back and fight back, the cavalrymen next to him were horrified and quickly spoke up, reminding him not to be impulsive with Yun Hou's order, and then they barely managed to hold him back.
They had taken the lead in launching the charge before the enemy was prepared and had not yet gained a foothold, so they seemed invincible and unstoppable.
But now, the Arab cavalry has already formed an array, and it is no longer so easy to charge all the way to the end as they did just now.
Cheng Chu sighed, looked at the dying Arab in front of him, and had no choice but to wave his lance and order the riders to circle back from the outside.
Just as they turned their horses around and flanked the enemy formation, Cheng Chumo suddenly discovered that among the camel caravan on the flank of the enemy formation, there was an out-of-place figure strolling leisurely.
The man was dressed in a green shirt, had black hair and black eyes, and a handsome face. He did not look like a barbarian, but rather like a decent young man from a good Tang family.
At this moment, the man in green shirt put his left hand behind his back and walked leisurely among the chaotic camel caravan.
The Arab with a long knife in his hand rushed over shouting, but the man didn't even look at him. He pushed him with his right palm and sent him flying. The Arab fell heavily to the ground after drawing a parabola.
The long sword flew out of his hand and was caught by the man, who then threw it forward casually.
“Puff——”
The long knife spun and cut off the heads of two people, and finally nailed the third person's chest.
The third man's eyes widened, blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and he fell backwards to the ground.
The man in green who threw the long knife not only didn't care, but also strode to the side of the carriage, lifted the sackcloth, and looked at the cargo inside curiously.
The guards around him were frightened by him and retreated repeatedly, holding long swords, looking at each other, not daring to move forward.
Seeing this scene, Cheng Chumo couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then his scalp went numb.
Master!
Definitely a master!
Moreover, he is an existence that has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and can defeat hundreds of people!
At this moment, the man in green seemed to notice Cheng Chumo's gaze. He turned his head slightly and looked over in surprise.
Cheng Chumo's heart trembled, but he remained calm. He waved his lance and ordered the riders to gallop forward.
After breaking through the camel caravan on the flank, the cavalry led by Cheng Chumo finally joined up with the main force.
At this time, on the front battlefield, the Arab cavalry had been mostly wiped out by the Tang Dynasty's crossbow array that was scattering arrows like money.
The fifty or so armored cavalrymen who had gathered together suddenly charged forward, clearing away the scattered cavalry like a bulldozer.
According to common sense, with such heavy losses, the Arabs should have fled in all directions long ago.
But this group of people was obviously a little special, as if they were not here to fight, but to die. In front of the ruthless iron hoofs of Cheng Chumo and others, they not only did not flee, but did not even say a word, but just waved their scimitars and howled like wild beasts.
Soon, this army was finally wiped out by Cheng Chumo's cavalry and the infantry who rushed up after shooting crossbows.
Cheng Chumo led the crowd to eliminate the remnants. During the period, he kept an eye on the appearance of the people in the camel caravan, but found that he could not find the figure of the man in green shirt no matter what.
"It's really strange..."
Cheng Chumo frowned, then shook his head and put the matter behind him.
On the other side, the young man in the convoy frowned and looked at the battlefield ahead, as if he had noticed something was wrong.
Just then, an old man in a Taoist robe came up from behind, frowned, and asked, "Who are these people, beards?"
The young man frowned and said, "Looking at their attire, they are indeed Arabs, but I don't think it's right."
"These people are carrying wine and not praying at sunrise. They cannot be Muslims!"
At this point, the young man paused, looked at the tall general carrying the prisoner in front of him, and said with a smile: "Let's ask him and we'll know the truth!"
"thump!"
The Arab who had shouted earlier was thrown by Cheng Chumo in front of the young man.
The man looked frightened and quickly got up and rushed towards the young man's feet, as if he was going to kiss his shoes.
The young man frowned, kicked him away with disgust, and said, "Tell me, who are you and why are you pretending to be Arabs?"
The man, with a flattering look on his face, quickly replied: "Almighty and brave general, we are just servants who come to invite you to the banquet. Those damn slaves are just a little game before the banquet."
"Our guests all like to play some small games before the banquet. I, the humble Abdullah, thought that General would like it too, so I arranged such a small game..."
slave?
The young man was slightly startled, and immediately called for someone to bring the prisoner. He opened his mouth and saw that his tongue had indeed been cut off.
Cheng Chumo and others were furious, thinking that the bearded man who called himself Abdullah was talking nonsense, but the young man knew it was true because Persian nobles did have such a custom.
However, the other party used slaves, but those around him were his compatriots and brothers!
The young man's face turned pale and he immediately waved his hand, signaling everyone to drag him away and behead him.
After Abdullah was dragged away crying, the young man turned to look at Cheng Chumo: "How much damage was there?"
Cheng Chumo said proudly: "Twenty-three injuries!"
The young man was slightly startled: "Dead?"
Cheng Chumo laughed: "No!"
The young man's eyes widened: "Really?!"
"Why would I lie to you?" Cheng Chumo smiled and put his arm around the young man's shoulders, then whispered, "But, there is something I feel I must tell you..."
Cheng Chumo lowered his voice and told the young man about the mysterious man in green who had just appeared.
After hearing Cheng Chumo's words, the young man couldn't help but frown.
Just then, the sound of tinkling camel bells came from the front.
Everyone was startled for a moment, and looking up, they saw a little white camel appear at the edge of the battlefield in front of them, walking towards them with graceful steps.
Cheng Chumo looked at the young man and immediately ordered someone to bring the camel over.
When it came in front of the crowd, the white camel immediately knelt down, revealing the silver box on its back.
The silver box was very exquisite, and it was obvious that it was made by a skilled craftsman.
Cheng Chumo walked forward and turned the small lock, only to find that there was nothing inside. He could not help but look at the young man in confusion.
The old man next to him stepped forward to check it out, then turned around and said, "This box has been opened before."
The young man frowned, thinking that the white camel must be a messenger sent by the person behind the scenes.
But unfortunately, the letter was intercepted before it was delivered.
I just don't know who this person is and what his purpose is...
Just as the young man's mind was in turmoil, a long voice suddenly came from above everyone's head.
"Marquis Yun has come from afar, and I am very happy. I have specially sent two or three of my men to play with him in front of the steps, just to make the Marquis Jun laugh."
The sudden sound startled everyone.
The guards around raised their shields to protect the young man and others. The rest of them either drew their swords or raised their bows and crossbows, looking in the direction of the sound in confusion.
“Who is it?!”
The leading guard shouted.
The young man looked up and saw a handsome man in a green shirt sitting on top of the carriage, holding a roll of parchment. He looked at the words on it with great interest and said in a leisurely tone:
"Today, we have the finest wine from Persia, beauties from various countries, dancing with the white snow, singing praises to the north wind, it is so beautiful, I really hope to get drunk with Lord Yun, is that possible?"
After saying this, the man in green turned his head and looked at the people below who were in doubt and fear, as if they were facing a great enemy. He smiled and waved the parchment scroll in his hand.
"Who is Yun Hou?"