In December of the second year of Tianzhu, in the bitter cold of midwinter, the army of the Great Zhou fell into an unprecedented bitter battle.

Two months ago, the Wuwei Dao marching soldiers and horses arrived at the front line, the left Wuwei general Ashina Zhongjie was born in the Western Turkic nobles, and took the initiative to invite Ying to recruit the loyal people of the Western Turks, trying to meet the inside and outside, but fell into the trap, died before leaving the division, the corpse was dragged by the Western Turkic soldiers and horses in front of the battle, back and forth dozens of times, the strong and tall body was ground by the gravel, only a few residues remained, the bones were broken and bloody, sprinkled on the yellow sand of the battlefield.

Wang Xiaojie was furious, and immediately urged the soldiers and horses to fight with the Western Turks, the Western Turks retreated even after the battle, and introduced the soldiers and horses of the Great Zhou into the ambush circle, and the Tubo soldiers and horses were killed on all sides, Wang Xiaojie's army suffered heavy losses, and retreated in a hurry all the way.

The Great Zhou lost troops and generals, the Western Turks were unforgiving, did not intercede to send troops to harass Xizhou, small battles continued, Wang Xiaojie tried his best to cope, won less and lost more, saw that the morale was low, the army was unstable, so he remembered the evil trick, using his experience in being captured in Tubo, carried out a detailed study of the nearby terrain, decided to temporarily give up the entanglement with the Western Turks, turned around to the northern foot of the plateau, and took the Xiyu Stone Valley near the left of Qinghai Lake as a breakthrough point, and directly attacked Tubo itself, this place is easy to attack and difficult to defend, it is a chicken neck area, if Tubo retreats, then the soldiers and horses of the Great Zhou Dynasty can drive from this, cut off the connection between Tibet and the Western Turks, and break through each one, if Tibet advances, it will pay a heavy price.

Wang Xiaojie is worthy of the battlefield general, and the number of marches this time made the Tubo general Bo Lunzanjian lose the space for advancing and retreating, and scolded the Central Plains people for being cunning.

Tubo has always regarded itself as a great power, and resolutely rejected the proposal of cross-border support from the Western Turks, and arranged troops to meet the battle in the order of serfs, baggage soldiers, old and weak soldiers and horses, and elite soldiers and horses, and put on a posture of piling up human lives.

The Great Zhou army occupies a favorable geographical position, attacking against attacking, harvesting the vitality of the Tubo army layer by layer, the stone valley that is usually gray and white in winter, at this time it is red for blood, Rao is the Tubo soldiers who gave up their lives, the Great Zhou army is still advancing rapidly, and it is about to cut off the chicken neck.

If this is the case, the Tibetan army will be left alone, and a large part of the Tibetan territory will be exposed under the iron hooves of the Great Zhou soldiers and horses.

The Tibetan people obviously came to instigate the Great Zhou and the Western Turkic sandpiper to fight, why did it become a bloody battle between the Tibetans, but the Western Turks were beastly and watched from the sidelines?

Bo Lunzan gritted his teeth and let the generals and civil officials below scold, the eyes of the yin owl swept through the big tent, clear and clear, his cronies, the real warriors of Tubo, will not scream madly when they see blood, and those who scolded him are wrapped in black turbans, and there are a number of small tambourines wrapped around their wrists, which is the sign of Bon shamans, these people are like maggots of tarsal bones, existing in the corners and corners of Tubo, and the great sorcerers have been following them for generations, even to the point of being able to influence the government.

"Ben will personally go into battle in the future, if you can't retreat from the Zhou Dynasty army, you will die in the stone valley" Bo Lunzan inserted the short dagger Qi Gen into the table and made a blood oath.

The sorcerer led by him hummed and chanted for a long time, "The general will go on an expedition, and the gods of all things will bless him, if the general dies, he will become a god of heaven and shine on the pure snow-capped mountains of Tibet."

The corners of Bo Lunzan's mouth twitched several times, and he pressed the swear words that rolled to his throat, "Fuck your mother's god, go to your mother's god, nothing on the plateau is not a god, tie everyone's hands and feet, you see anything good, burn it, burn barley, burn mastiffs, you even burn people, why don't you burn yourself? Fortunately, the great Tridu Songtsampu is wise, and is dealing with the Great Bon wizards, and will surely crush you shameful maggots to pieces.

The sorcerers in the big tent ignored the knife-sharp eyes of the Boronzan Blade, beat the tambourine and chanted the obscure scriptures, and they all closed their eyes, in fact, they did not want to see the Boronzan Blade, the rebel of this plateau, the blasphemer of the gods.

When the wind went into battle, the wind on the plateau shouted, the wind became stronger and stronger, blowing head-on, people could not stand firm, mixed with huge snow particles, the direction of the wind was from west to east, all the way to the Great Zhou army, was devastated by the harsh wind and snow, how smooth it was when it was attacked, when it was counterattacked, how tragic it was, the Tubo people rushed along the wind and snow, the scimitar could not open their eyes one by one, and the necks of the Great Zhou soldiers who were crooked crossed by the necks.

In the Xiyu Stone Valley, the blood of the Tubo people has just solidified into dark red, and it is covered with the blood of the Great Zhou soldiers, looking from a distance, it looks like a river, flowing with blood-red water.

"God doesn't have long eyes, God doesn't have long eyes" Wang Xiaojie was seriously injured, lying on a stretcher, slapping the ground heavily, bleeding everywhere on his five fingers, looking up at the sky, his eyes were red, the Great Zhou army dropped tens of thousands of corpses, and was beaten back to the same place, but the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

"Hahaha" Bo Lun Zanjian looked up to the sky and laughed, immediately at the peak of Shigu, overflowing with pride, but soon, he couldn't laugh.

"By the will of the gods, the god of wind and snow bestows a perfect victory on the plateau" The sorcerers of the Bon religion came out of their comfortable tents, opened their hands to the sky, and worshiped sincerely, and the Tibetan soldiers all knelt down, "These corpses are the best sacrifices of the gods, burn them"

Bo Lunzan slashed immediately, watching the soldiers who had just fought bloodily, dragging their tired bodies, sending the spoils of war to the high fire, and letting the tongue of fire engulf them, Tubo is a serf society, calculating the merits, using the head, and now, the head is turned into ashes, and the credit is gone, the cold wind blows strongly, blowing away the thick snow, revealing the dense corpses of the Tubo people below, and the shining wizards are as if they didn't see it.

Silver teeth gnashed hard, and a trail of blood snaked down from the corner of his mouth.

When the battle of Xiyu Shigu was in progress, Zhao Liu, the Anxi capital of the garrison of Mengchi, got a valuable fighter, Wang Xiaojie's main force consumed the Tubo people, and the Western Turks guarded against Tang Xiujing, the governor of Xizhou.

The Western Turks really did not raise troops to intercept on a large scale, but only sent a small force to attack and harass, but mobilized the women and children of the tribe, closed the trade roads along the way, plundered the merchants, Zhao Liu, lost the supply support, all the way through, only hundreds of soldiers died in battle, but there were as many as thousands of soldiers who died of cold and starvation, and the remnants of the Donggui army who survived were all yellow-skinned, only a handful of bones and a breath were left to support, and when they saw the hunting and fluttering Da Zhou Xinghuang Banner on the Xizhou city wall, dozens of people fell to the ground and died violently.

Zhao Liu was also so excited by the dazzling banner that he fainted on the spot and fell from his horse.

Three days later, when Zhao Liu's wake up, he didn't have time to drink with Tang Xiujing, but he first got the bad news that the army was defeated and Wang Xiaojie was seriously injured, Zhao Liu's hurriedly went to visit with Tang Xiujing, and the attendant at the door welcomed them in, and gently closed the door, shook his head and sighed gently, the three main generals, one is old, one is sick, one is seriously injured, this battle is afraid that it will not be able to continue.

"Fight, must, fight, cough cough" Wang Xiaojie snorted and snorted, coughing violently, he didn't use his hands to cover his mouth, let the blood foam splash everywhere, "I still have 30,000 soldiers in my hands, Your Majesty also gave me a reserve, Hou Sizhi has been idle for more than two months, and it is time to sell his strength, so he will immediately reorganize the army, within three days, no, within two days, go to Xizhou to listen to the order"

"Boss, I'm afraid it's ......" Tang Xiujing shook his white head, "Hou Sizhi gathered the right jade guard military mansion, and got more than 50,000 soldiers, not only did he not replenish, but also vigorously eliminated and dispersed half of them, leaving behind some old soldiers in their thirties.

"Poof......" Wang Xiaojie spurted out a mouthful of old blood, shook a few times, became angry, and fainted.

(End of chapter)