The Jingying Forbidden Army, at the beginning of the founding of the country, was a strong army that dominated the world.

Hundreds of thousands of troops, lined up in formation, looked down on the battlefield.

Although he doesn't have the confidence and high-spiritedness he had at that time, he still has some of the skills of his ancestors, and 100,000 people are arrayed, and most of the Song soldiers are holding the guns with their hands trembling slightly, and they are sweaty and wet.

Finally, the Tubo people rushed to the front, and the Song army in the front row erupted into a roar almost at the same time, and the military formation arranged in advance began to show a soaring murderous aura.

In the frontal battle, the role of the battle array will be infinitely magnified, which is the essence of countless people's research and summary from generation to generation, and it is the last housekeeping ability of the Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army.

The soldiers and horses cooperated in an orderly manner according to the formation map, and gradually relied on the daily drills in Bianliang to find a familiar feeling.

Shang Keyi's wedge-shaped offensive was blocked by the foot soldiers, and the Tubo cavalry gradually became impetuous.

Last time, they defeated this Song army with only one round of charge, chasing hundreds of miles along the way, killing corpses all over the field, and returning with a full load.

Why is it that this enemy army is still in the same place, but he can't rush away from the opponent's foot soldiers?

Yang Lin stared at the battlefield and hid his trembling hand in his bracer to avoid showing his timidity.

This is also the first time he has seen such a scene, the two sides are fighting flesh and blood, not personal experience, and it is difficult to understand the tension of blood and energy.

"Beat the drums!"

The war drums sounded, and the low and desolate horn sounded, and Zhang Shuye, who was on the high post in the west, watched the enemy's reinforcements from two directions getting closer and closer, and finally gave the order to release the arrows.

Thanks to the intelligence of the scout spies, Yang Lin can calmly arrange reinforcements, and the bows and arrows of the whole army are concentrated in Zhang Shuye's hands, allowing him to occupy the high ground, which can be described as foolproof.

The leader of the Boru tribe, Song Luoyi, was aware of it, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw that the wolf's tooth arrows that suddenly attacked from all directions had already shot down a large area of people and horses like sickles and grass, and the neighing of people and horses sounded in a hurry.

"Ambush, there is an ambush!"

Around Song Luoyi, there were soldiers who shouted fiercely, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

The soldiers did not have shields, some raised their swords to resist, some even raised their arms to block, and more people chose to bow their heads and urge their horses to enter the battle group to avoid the rain of arrows.

Suddenly, the barbarian cavalry hiding on the flank of the mountain appeared and killed from the flank of the Fan soldiers.

Fang Qifo's expression was indifferent, looking like a harmless nerd, but he had a pair of surprisingly resolute eyes.

He calmly commanded the barbarian cavalry, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he watched the battlefield. The sound of horses' hooves behind suddenly roared through the sky, and a stream of brightly colored cavalry rushed out!

The barbarian cavalry always likes to paint colorful paints on their armor and horses, which are very eye-catching and dazzling.

These people are no strangers to Tibet, and they have been bullying the Tibetans for a hundred years before the Great Song Dynasty set foot on this land.

These barbarians had just been recruited, but they were not recruits, but the toast masters they had worked for before had been slaughtered by Duan Zhengchun.

The barbarians do not miss their previous masters, to be honest, Tusi has enslaved and oppressed these natives for a long time, and completely regarded them as their own slaves.

The barbarians, who had just gotten rid of their slave status, still had a sense of restlessness after liberation for their new identity at this moment, and they just took advantage of this hearty war to completely release them.

In the eyes of the barbarians themselves, their lives are worthless, just the personal finances of the old man, just like the cattle and sheep in the territory.

In this world, the first time they were regarded as human beings were officials sent by the Great Song Dynasty.

The two Tibetan reinforcements were crushed by the number of them, and there was a strange high-morale barbarian cavalry to stop them, and the left flank was the first to begin to collapse, and many people were beaten to the edge of the Nu River, with no way to retreat.

Uncle Zhang ordered the whole army to shoot the feather arrow in his hand as quickly as possible, and then pulled out his sword and went down the mountain.

Before the reinforcements of the Tibetan people arrived on the battlefield, they suffered setbacks again and again, and all the time that Shang Keyi had won was wasted.

The cavalry of his headquarters rushed headlong into the large formation of the forbidden army, was surrounded and consumed, and could not make an effective impact on the main formation of the Song army.

Yang Lin's heart had already risen to his throat at this time, which was much more exciting and nervous than the last time he commanded the army to attack Fang La.

This has nothing to do with the situation on the battlefield, there is almost no experience in the battle formation, and it is inevitable that there will be some generosity, some people are born handsome, and it is obvious that Yang Lin does not belong to this wave of people.

Seeing that the situation was clear, Yang Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the fishy smell on the battlefield gradually became stronger, even on the Gaogang lookout behind him, Yang Lin could smell the disgusting bloody smell.

"The rear army reserve pressed up from the flanks and completely routed the Tibetan people."

After the order was given, Liu Zhongwu shouted loudly and personally led his troops to press up from the flank.

In the face of the condescending impact of the Song army and the barbarian cavalry, the Tubo people also wanted to dodge, but at this time, the banks of the Nu River were already very congested, and people had nowhere to hide.

"Ahh The cavalryman in the army screamed in pain, and was stabbed in the back with a spear by a foot soldier. Then more foot soldiers rushed up from the surroundings, and soon dragged the stopped cavalry off their horses, and soon disappeared, except for a scream.

More Tibetan soldiers were driven into the turbulent water and soon disappeared.

The battle lasted from morning to sunset, and no less than 30,000 Tibetan elite soldiers were completely defeated.

They didn't know the situation of the Song army, but the scouts of the Song people knew their arrangements well, and it was ridiculous that Shang Keyi and others still looked at the Song army with old eyes, and it was inevitable that they would be defeated under the light enemy.

Sometimes, the battlefield that determines the life and death of tens of thousands of people depends on the fact that the coach is incompetent and does his job well.

Yang Lin knew that he was not a handsome man who commanded thousands of troops, so he worked diligently, carefully sorted out the possible situations before the war, sent a large number of scouts and scouts, boosted morale, and set up a rewarding system that was attractive enough.

There was no amazing command, so it was logical to win this battle, and the shame brought by Yixue Wang Huang to the Southern Front Army of the Great Song Dynasty made the invincible Shang Ke kneel down and ask for surrender.

The Song army took advantage of the situation to occupy Laligang, Jinbencheng, and Warong Village along the Nu River.

The setting sun stretched into a long red line, which seemed to be burning in the sky, and Yang Lin on the banks of the Nu River ordered the three Tubo generals and monks to be beheaded, and the corpses were pushed into the Nu River.

Set up an altar along the Nu River to avenge the white bones accumulated on the road and sacrifice their spirits in the sky.

On this day, the military achievements of the Southern Front of the Great Song Dynasty shocked the Tibetan tribes, and swore with the heads of the leaders of the three Tibetan tribes that all those who resist will die, and surrendering early can protect the wealth.