The drums of war that shook the sky were beaten for the first time, and a new offensive began.

Abu Muslim still has a triumphant smile on his face.

Everything is within their own calculations, and the hillside they occupy seems to be insignificant, but as long as they set up a camp, the strategic value will be revealed at once.

In order to recapture this mountain, the Tang army will launch attacks again and again, regardless of casualties.

The Art of War: One blow of strength and then three times and exhaustion.

Although Abu Muslim is a Westerner, he knows the art of war and military strategy in the East.

He firmly believes that as long as he survives the most fierce times before, when the Tang army is exhausted and his heart is cold and he can't move, it will be the key to locking the battle situation.

This opportunity is coming.

Half an hour passed......

Abu Muslim loosened his stiff face and continued to smile.

Wait......

After another half hour, Abu Muslim rubbed his cheeks and smiled again to encourage the soldiers and give them enough confidence.

Wait......

But at the same time, there was also a thought in my heart, I have heard for a long time that the servant Gu Huaien is resolute and strong, and the soldiers under his command are not afraid of death.

Half an hour passed again!

The smile on Abu Muslim's face faded......

Again...... Can't wait!

Abu Muslim was a little dazed, and there was only one thought in his mind: how could this be?

His tactics were right, his style of play was also wrong, and victory was clearly in his hands: but the Tang army in front of him was like crazy, rushing forward desperately, completely unaware of what fear was. Despite the many ambushes and traps he had set up, no means could stop the opponent's fierce offensive step by step, whether it was a trap ambush, a frontal hand-to-hand fight, or a barracks obstruction.

He suddenly realized that it was not the enemy who could hold on, but themselves.

The Tang army under the hillside did not have any tactics to speak of, just attacked again and again. Although the move is extremely simple, it is really difficult to resist. They are like the waves of the sea, and they are the rocks on the banks of the river. The stubborn stone was sharp, and it couldn't withstand the erosion again and again, and the Tang army actually forcibly took away the victory little by little.

It occurred to him that he would continue to persist like this. How long can they hold out?

"Withdraw!"

Abu Muslim gave the order to retreat decisively, with a bit of grievance: even now, he did not understand why he was defeated.

Now they still have an advantage in battle losses, and even the Tang army's battle losses are more than twice as much as theirs, but if this continues, once the Tang army rushes to the top of the mountain, the situation will be reversed, and the battle loss advantage will no longer exist at that time.

Abu Muslim was unwilling in his heart, but in the face of the Tang army, which had gone crazy, and in the face of the determination of Fugu Huai'en, no matter how clever his tactics were at this moment, they were useless.

Fu Guxuan was dizzy, how many people he had killed, he couldn't remember it anymore, and he vaguely remembered that he had cut five or six war knives.

The horse that had followed him for many years had long since died of exhaustion, and the foal he was sitting on now was the second one he had snatched from the enemy.

Covered in blood, he shouted and rode forward, catching up with a fleeing Arab soldier and slashing him off with a knife in the back of his head. He didn't even bother counting the head, and turned his horse's head to kill the next target.

The exhilarating drum of victory kept beating in his heart, and Fu Guxuan had long since lost feeling his body, but instinctively rushed forward.

Suddenly the drumming stopped, replaced by an order to retreat.

As soon as his spirit was relieved, he actually rolled off the horse's back and fell directly to the ground, unable to move a finger.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and Fu Guyu struggled to raise his head, and his father was galloping from the side.

The father and son exchanged words silently.

Fu Guzhu grinned, relieved, and actually fell asleep on this blood-stained hill.

He did not stop at all.

The current advantage was exchanged for the lives of the officers and soldiers of the Tang Army, and Fugu Huaien was unwilling to delay a second of his time, wasting this hard-won victory, leaving the soldiers who needed to rest, and personally rushed to the front line.

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The front of the middle army!

The Arabian main attack servant Gu Huai'en Department, Cui Xiyi Department, has long been discovered by Tanma. And with Pei Min's military strategy, from the layout of Arabia, even if you don't get the news in advance, you can see why.

The attention to these two route armies is naturally very attentive......

Knowing that the impasse was in a stalemate, Abu Muslim took the strategic initiative and had already moved to send troops to support.

This will inevitably affect the strength of the Chinese army by transferring troops from the Chinese army to support, but the place where Fugu Huaien is located is the lifeblood of the Tang army, and it cannot be saved.

Pei Min also didn't expect that Fugu Huaien would actually save the defeat and win the famous Arab general Abu Muslim, who defeated Gao Xianzhi in history.

But listening to the victory of the servant Gu Huaien, Pei Min was also shocked, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Strong! ”

He looked at his flank with some excitement, and as he expected, the flank should be divided into advantages and disadvantages.

The news from the flanks didn't make Pei Min wait too long.

"Pei Shuai! Cui Dudu, some of them couldn't support it, and the envoys of Li and the envoys of the folded army were all in a bitter battle. ”

Another horse galloped in, conveying a bad news.

Pei Min didn't seem to be surprised when he heard it, but nodded silently.

The Eighth Route Army he arranged was a flank, and Cui Xiyi was a shortcoming.

Cui Xiyi's ability is not bad, in the past, the emperor of Hexi Tiangao was far away, and horse thieves were rampant. Only the area under Cui Xiyi's jurisdiction is safe and sound, he is a literati, personally studying military strategy, training soldiers, and actively sweeping away inbound horse thieves to protect the peace of the party. Later, Pei Min was heavy, guarding Xizhou, and conscientiously responsible for defending the gateway of Hexi to the Western Regions, and made great contributions.

But Cui Xiyi was more than able to defend and not enough to attack. Naturally, there is no problem with ordinary enemies.

This time he faced Mosley Massa's strongest minions, the Blue Devil Brabant.

Brabant is ruthless and resolute in his use of soldiers, and his grasp of fighters is as sharp as a wolf. He doesn't have a particularly good tactical style of play, and the offensive method line relies entirely on his own instincts, so he is floating and untraceable, but this kind of random play can achieve miraculous results. And Cui Xiyi is a little conformist, and facing Brabant is almost equivalent to meeting a nemesis.

In fact, it's not just Brabant, none of the five generals under Mosley Massa can deal with Trixiyi.

Obviously he lost, but Pei Min didn't have anything unusual here, he looked at the sky again, and continued to command the soldiers to confront Mosley Masa.

For Cui Xiyi's disadvantages, he actually ignored them.