A group of cavalry rushed forward desperately, knowing that they were going to face the enemy's resistance, and whoever could rush out would report the news.

In the chaos, the people who stayed behind looked around and found no movement.

The eyes of the Datang slave who had just lit up returned to a gloomy look, how can there be, we are still ready to run.

The generals are also a little confused, no one? Where's my scout team without anyone? Is it lost?

He watched the black dot team go away, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The team is rushing with people, one person and two horses.

They are always ready, ready to face enemy interceptions, vigilantly watching for possible enemy positions.

Half an hour after running out, no one, and no trace of the scout he should have run in front of.

Just as he was wondering, the horse that was rushing ahead suddenly neighed and fell into the pit.

Underneath the grass on the ground is a pit, with only some rope supporting the turf above.

The pit is not deep, just one foot, and the horse suddenly steps into the air, and the situation is different.

The horse turned his heel, the man followed the heel, and the cavalry behind him was close to it, and he directly collided with it, and the distance was far away to slow down and pull the reins.

"Go back, go around." The team didn't know how many pits there were in front of them, so they had to turn around.

A herd of horses making a U-turn.

'Boom~~~' There was a loud bang, and a large amount of dirt was lifted from the ground under their feet.

The horse that had just stabilized was crazy and ran around, and the ears of the Tubo cavalry were buzzing, and the people who were close to the explosives package were directly swept down by the air waves, lying on the ground and vomiting blood.

At this moment, the sound of dense horse hooves came, and a group of cavalry suddenly appeared not too far away.

The cavalry also had grass falling down from their bodies, and on their heads was a grass ring woven from grass.

The grass also fell from the horse's body, and it was evident that the horse was lying on the ground and covered with grass.

Front, left, and right, there were cavalry.

"Run backwards." There is only one choice for the team.

The cavalry struggled to control the horses, and some could not, and the horses led them to the enemy.

Some had just been controlled, and they ran back dozens of steps.

'Boom! 'Another dynamite bag exploded.

The cavalry of the same Tang Dynasty was getting closer and closer, and a rain of arrows fell with a whoosh.

"Rush up, rush up." The team was shouting, and he knew what it meant that the cavalry was out of speed.

In the panic, the remaining thirty horsemen urged the horses to run back.

'Boom! The third explosive bag exploded.

The horse couldn't bear it anymore, and all kinds of hoops went to gnaw on the horse next to it.

About a dozen paces behind the pit the turf was lifted, and a group of people rose with crossbows.

They first shot the people in the pit, and then chased after the Tibetan team, which had already fallen and was shaken.

When they reached the firing range, a rain of arrows went over, and the cavalry rushed to the position.

In less than half an hour, all 150 people lost their lives, so they did not want to live.

"Other explosives bags dug up." Zhang Xiaosong saw his subordinates gather the horses that were not dead, and a smile appeared on his face.

The others dug up the explosives packs according to their positions, and the people behind the pit were responsible for igniting them, not just three, but all of them.

There were not enough explosives packs, and many grenades were piled up together and buried.

Unexpectedly, only three were used, and the opponent's formation was too tight, probably because he was afraid of encountering obstacles, and wanted to use a dense charge to chisel through the blocking team.

Zhang Xiaosong's team was cleaning the battlefield, and the Tubo baggage team on the other side faintly heard a little movement.

The team sent out to report was ambushed outside their field of vision, the explosive packs did not fly into the air and exploded, and the sound traveled a limited distance.

The generals are in a dilemma, should they move forward, or continue to wait? Where is the enemy? Why don't you come?

Was the team you sent out blocked or not? If it doesn't work out, will it still be sent?

A series of questions crossed his mind, and the captives did not dare to speak up, standing there with their heads bowed.

They also noticed that four teams of scouts were gone, and one team of twenty people.

There were a thousand cavalry in total, and now there were 770 left, and everyone was panicking.

There are enemies for sure, the number of enemies is not clear, a scout of twenty horsemen has not sent back any information, how many people does the other side need to encircle and suppress?

Time passed little by little, and the pressure on the Tibetan cavalry increased.

After a while, it will be dark and everyone needs to rest and eat.

The enemy is attacking at this time, what should be done to sneak attack at night?

"Eat now, in batches." The general gives the order.

The so-called eating is to eat the barley rice that you carry, cooked, and then there is dried meat, and you just drink water.

The slaves did not dare to eat, the soldiers took turns to eat, they had to be on guard, and in case of war, they had to fight.

"They're eating." On a platform erected next to it, the lookout reported the situation in a timely manner.

"Send scout teams to harass in the past, from the left and right back three directions, each team of fifty people, and the other teams are scattered, ready to respond and surround."

Zhang Xiaosong watched as the thirty-five horses were put in the pit to clean up, and commanded casually.

In fact, he can clean up that little bit of people in one fell swoop, cavalry charge, borrow inertia to shoot arrows, and the arrow rain will cover, the enemy can only bear it, who will let the number be small.

Zhang Xiaosong saw that there were people in the team who were arrested by the Tang Dynasty, and if he shot arrows like that, his own people were more likely to die.

In the past, he wouldn't care, for the sake of victory, sacrifice a part of the Tang people, okay.

Now he doesn't want to, Li Yi will provide things to Songzhou, Songzhou will win the battle, Li Yi would rather suffer a loss, and he will exchange the people of the Tang Dynasty with Tubo.

Since Li Yi has the people in his heart, if he is sure enough, he will help Li Yi save a group of people.

He deliberately sent a harassment team in three directions, and there was no one directly in front of the enemy.

The purpose was to make the Tibetan army feel that the people they sent had rushed through the blockade, and then the Tang army on that side was chasing and killing.

This is a hope, if it succeeds, he can hold out until the large army of people come back to help, and he may survive.

If there are scouts in all four directions, it means that a team of people is all wiped out, not to mention the others, kill the Tang slaves first, and then fight hard.

The ranks were moving, and the people who were dealing with the dead horses were picking up speed.

Thirty-five horses, a thousand people were tidying up, and after skinning, each person divided a piece of meat and began to cut it, a little thinner, but a little longer, so that it could be kneaded with salt and then air-dried.

It can't be smoked, the smoke is too big, and everyone eats cold food.

Now the cold food of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty is better than that of Tubo, and in the past, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty had less dried meat, basically fried rice, fried noodles and dry cakes, with vinegar cloth.

Now it's meat floss, compressed biscuits, and you don't have to put anything.

The compressed biscuits contain chopped green onions, carrots and other things, and they feel more fragrant than rice when eaten.

After the team that went out was arranged, a group of fifty horsemen rushed towards this logistics force in Tibet.

While rushing and shouting: "Yo roar~~ Yo roar~~"

The Tibetans, who had not eaten, immediately mounted their horses and began to run around the procession, ready to speed up at any moment.

The people who ate also stopped, drank and salivaed, and waited for orders.

There are three directions, and as the distance approaches, a team of fifty people, no need to count them.

"No way, it's impossible for fifty to keep twenty from coming back." The generals instantly judged that the Tang people had a conspiracy.