Tengsilin Castle was instantly swallowed by the galloping yellow sand of thousands of horses. Then, at this time, the torrent of cavalry that had actually approached 200,000, surging through the narrow mountain pass as if endlessly, and venting towards the plain on the east bank of the Tigris River ahead.

At the forefront of them was an ancient chariot.

Four horses pulled a wooden chariot that looked like a classical era, rolling forward on the plain that gave birth to ancient Babylonian civilization. The carriage carried a gorgeous throne on which an oriental general wearing bright light armor looked down on everything. In the wooden frame beside him, the terrifying mace stood as proud as him, and next to the mace was a big flag flies in the wind. The golden dragon winds back and combines a round sun and yellow moon on a red background, shining on the banks of the Tigris River, illuminating the earth that was once overlooked by the sky garden and the tower of the sky.

And behind the sun and yellow moon hanging high in the Babylonian sky, the sand and dust that 200,000 cavalry ran wildly and rolled up seemed like the most terrifying sandstorm in the desert, constantly striking forward, and also devouring green fields, cities, and villages like sandstorms.

Devour everything.

Leave the blood of death.

Leaves a rolling smoke that soars straight into the sky.

Leave boundless ruins and destruction.

"We are the whip of God Haotian, punishing all sins, and sinful people, wailing, weeping, and accepting your destiny!"

At the end of Bagubai City, Yang Feng raised his mace and howled like crazy.

At his feet, the torrent of cavalry at the city gate that had just been smashed by him surged in. Before the Silk Road arrived in Baghdad, the most important city streets were turbulent. With the continuous falling iron hooves and scimitars, countless giant cannibals' heads rolled into dust, and dead bodies till the soil. Survivors looked up at the sky and cried in despair.

Crying to their gods.

Unfortunately, their gods did not respond.

This is the fifth city that Yang Feng destroyed. After he attended Limburg, he swept forward along the Diyala River, a tributary of the Tigris River, to crush all obstacles. The 200,000 troops devoured everything like locusts on the plains on both sides of the Diyala River. Because the peace was too long, the great food nobles who were basically almost abandoned had no defense in the face of this terrifying force. They could only escape and kill like the bannermen of the Eight-Nation Alliance when they entered Beijing, or simply kneel down and offer their women to flatter. And those Mavari, Dimi and slaves joined the ranks of looting them. Yang Feng, like Li Zicheng who entered Beijing, kept attracting the poor people to join the feast of this carnival. He was turning the robbery of the three thousand miles of expedition into a carnival of the common people of this empire.

And behind him are the Kurds.

It goes without saying what choice this nation will make in this situation.

"Jings coach, the big food army has arrived!"

Yang Xianzhong suddenly interrupted Yang Feng's performance.

"Ah, it's finally here!"

Yang Feng said as he raised his head and looked at the horizon in the distance.

There was a blue where the sky and the earth were originally connected to it, and the turbid yellow was gradually becoming clear. It was obvious that Mansour's army arrived. Mansour could not tolerate him to destroy like this. If he was allowed to rush to Kufa without any obstacles, even if he could protect the capital, he would not be able to keep the throne. All the tribesmen on his own core land were killed. Can those who covet his throne still resist?

He must worship Yang Fengba.

Because from here on, it is the richest land of the Two Rivers.

It was indeed time for him to come. Kufa can actually be regarded as Najaf, and Taixifeng is equivalent to Baghdad. Bagubai is north of Baghdad, and Schillingburg is between Kirkuk and Bagubai. The news that Yang Feng broke through Schillingburg can be delivered to Kufa in less than a day. Mansur gathered a large army to arrive here is about the same time as Yang Feng came from Schillingburg.

Obviously this is a decisive battle.

Yang Feng likes this.

"Persian warriors, bypass this city, your emperor is right in front of you. Let's kill him, and then we will destroy his palace, steal his money, and leave our seeds in his woman's body!"

He turned around and shouted outside the city.

Persian soldiers outside the city laughed and turned around.

When Yang Xianzhong saw that he rushed towards the Abumusi Forest, he was rushing towards the coming Abumusi Forest. The next battle was a decisive battle of nearly 100,000. Although the subsequent army had not arrived yet, there were nearly 50,000 vanguards who arrived at Bagubai. In fact, the coalition forces were already in chaos. The 200,000 army that could not even understand language could not command it. Yang Feng did not care about anything else. It was a miracle to have 50,000 follow him, thanks to his two excellent real commanders.

Mansour's army will only be more or less. You can't do such a large war, you must arrange troops and arrange troops well. Marshal Yang has no hope. By the way, Abu Musilin is much more reliable than Marshal.

However, as soon as he arrived in front of Abu Musi Forest, a fanatical roar came from behind him.

He turned around in shock.

Yang Dashuai was already on the chariot with his mace.

And the five hundred cavalrymen behind him had already activated the war horses.

Abu Musilin spread his hands at him, and the two of them smiled helplessly, and then, as if they were in tune with each other, they turned their horses and rushed towards their respective subordinates. Just as Yang Feng led his cavalry and thousands of cavalrymen of various tribes to the Dashi Army head-on, they each led the Khorasan army and the Hezhong coalition, and rushed to the left and right wings of the Dashi Army. At the same time, a large number of messengers were sent out by them to urge the subsequent units to come immediately.

Or look for follow-up troops.

At this time, the follow-up troops were already in chaos, and they were sweeping around like excited wild wolf!

Of course, Yang Feng was no longer interested in taking care of these things.

When General Yang is in war, he is not responsible for the arrangement of troops!

He only has one tactic, just rush forward and smash it. No matter how many troops he is, I will go straight in...

OK, he can't die anyway!

As for whether the huge army under his command would die, he didn't care whether the 200,000 troops were wiped out. There was nothing more than five hundred Tang troops around him, and no one could tell any bad things about him. This is why Yang Dashui was crazy. He didn't care about casualties at all. If the thunder soldiers were killed, he would be easier to control the Qihe grassland. Sogdian soldiers died. All the countries in the river would be more obedient. All Persian soldiers died...

It's all his death to the Persian soldiers.

Marshal Yang is indeed very smart. Even the crazy idea of ​​running alone for three thousand miles, he dared to act directly, but he is not stupid. He dared to act because he doesn't care about the life or death of these people. He doesn't feel sorry for these 200,000 troops who died in the two rivers.

Anyway, he will definitely be able to go back.

It was precisely because of his lack of concern that Yang Damai Yang's madness was fully demonstrated in this decisive battle. Without considering tactical issues at all, he sat upright on his chariot and rushed towards the Dashi Army like a god with a look of arrogant look on all living beings. Soon tens of thousands of Dashi Cavalry in front of him appeared in his sight. This huge army of Mansour made up of all the forces around him seem boundless, and with a firm belief in defending his home, completely obscuring the green field. This spectacular scene even made the Persian cavalry who followed Yang Feng to charge subconsciously slow down. Although they had already been driven up by Yang Feng, the powerful strength of the Dashi Army still made them clear at this time.

After all, it is still too brainless to have just a few thousand people rushing to tens of thousands of people.

The best way at this time should be to retreat to Bagubai to defend himself and wait for the subsequent army to come and meet.

Instead of a brainless charge.

But Yang Feng did not slow down at all. Even the five hundred cavalrymen behind him did not slow down. He was used to following the commander to attack thousands of horses, so he did not take these enemies into consideration!

Just less than two miles away from the Great Food Army, Yang Feng suddenly stood up from the throne and picked up the mace beside him. He let out a long roar, then jumped up. The moment he landed, the carriage quickly turned to the side. When the subsequent cavalry caught up, Yang Feng dragged the mace and led the steel spike straight to the boundless Great Food Army in front.

At this time, the Persian army behind had already distanced himself from him, forming a spectacular scene where he and five hundred cavalrymen rushed to tens of thousands of enemy troops alone.

The big cannibal opposite them was also stupid.

In the middle of the Great Food Army, a middle-aged man wearing golden armor looked at this unscientific scene with stunning eyes, looking at the figure who was not riding a horse, but dragged a strange weapon on the ground at the same speed as a war horse, charging towards him wildly. He looked at the cavalry who was only a few hundred people behind him, who were wrapped in iron armor, and also charged towards him wildly for a while, for a moment, forgot to issue an order.

Fortunately, the general beside him reacted quickly, and then waved his hand to the side. At least five thousand big food soldiers immediately activated their horses to start rushing forward.

All the big cannibals behind were watching.

Obviously, in their imagination, this brave enemy heavy cavalry would be submerged by ten times the Great Food Warriors in an instant. Although these people were equipped with excellent equipment, the ten times the number advantage determined the winner. What's more, the ones they dispatched were also the most elite imperial guards. These most brave Great Food Warriors would cut off all the enemies' heads.

Seeing the two cavalrymen about to hit, the middle-aged man in golden armor lowered his head and said something to the generals beside him.

The general nodded.
Chapter completed!