August 15 of the first year of Ruyi, Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Tubo general Zanpo was only in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and when the sky was just dawning, he led the main force of the Tubo army of more than 30,000 people out of Anjung City.

He is not stunned, he arranged for someone to stay behind, it is the Bon sorcerer General Mangsong, leading more than 5,000 soldiers and horses from his headquarters to defend the city, such a one-sided errand shows that Zampa attaches great importance to General Mangsong.

It's a pity that General Mangsong is not happy, compared with defending the city alone, he is more interested in the opening fee sent by Han Xian, the material and military salary are as many as hundreds of cars, all the Tubo generals have golden light in their eyes, Zan Po used great wisdom to set a reasonable distribution plan, Han Xian gave the opening fee, so whoever sent the troops will be divided, and those who did not send troops will just watch.

So, not long after his neck healed, he twisted his waist again, and General Mangsong, who did not participate in the military meeting, was assigned the important task of defending the city.

"Phew, unplanted dogs, feed the horses as soon as possible"

"Bah, evil animals that do not respect the gods will be punished by heaven"

The previous sentence scolded Han Xian, spending a lot of money to bribe the enemy army to release water and deal with his own court, he was really incompetent and cowardly to the extreme, and he was a soldier with him, or a soldier against the two armies, it was really a great shame.

The latter sentence scolded Zanpo, who was usually not even allowed to participate in military discussions, which was beneficial, but he could even entrust such a major event as defending the city alone, and he really didn't even want half of his face.

General Mansong has thousands of imbalances in his heart, and he feels that he is not as good as before when he inspects the city wall, and he thinks that the wizards who worship the gods in some cities are losing and retreating, for the sake of safety, the great wizard takes refuge in the dojo, and he refuses to let go of the Qinling, stirs up trouble, and instigates the local henchmen to wantonly exclude the wizards, he himself has soldiers and horses in his hands, and he is bullied into this appearance, those civil officials and tribal leaders are killed in batches, and they are not even as good as sheep.

Shake off the snow-white wool cloak and go straight down the city wall, this snowy plateau can't accommodate the holy gods, after several struggles, no matter how hot the heart is, it is cold.

In the guest house, Quan Ce pinched the tsampa in his hand into a round, flat kind, brought it to his mouth, chewed it very vigorously, squinted his eyes, and a softness flashed on his cold face, as if he had changed his shape, and the oily thing had become a delicacy.

Tuoba Siyu can't understand it, and the Jedi can't understand it, but he will follow along, and with a big hand, the tsamba becomes a ball, and the two palms are closed, and he also makes a round cake, and stuffs it into his mouth, the only pity is that he can't close his eyes, he is in the enemy camp, and he still has to watch and listen to all directions to protect the safety of his master.

There are Jedi taking the lead, and the people in the wordless stele scattered around are all patted cakes, and Tuoba Siyu and his Qiang guards are dumbfounded, and the meal is particularly interesting.

In Anrong City, the highest place, is the arrow tower on the east gate city wall, the arrow tower regulation is not big, three floors, equipped with more than 60 soldiers, here is the eye of the whole city at the same time, facing the Songzhou Governor's Mansion of the Great Zhou, the top of the building, there is a lookout post all the year round.

The passage of the arrow tower is narrow, when changing shifts, only the first shift comes down, and the next shift goes up again, there are more than 120 people in the two shifts, in order to spread out these many people, stand very open.

At noon, more than 60 people in the previous shift all went down to the arrow tower, stayed up all night and one morning, and everyone was a little wooden.

Suddenly, the elbow and armpit are born.

Suddenly, a large number of men in white rushed towards them from all directions, with snowy horizontal knives in their hands.

In a few trances, hundreds of blood spurted into the sky, waking up the confused Tubo soldiers next to him, and shouted in a terrible scream, "Enemy attack"

With a single roar, his throat was slit.

The soldiers and horses at the gate of the city and the city wall were immediately in chaos, swarming towards the arrow tower, and the man in white who had just committed the murder climbed up along the arrow tower neatly, occupying all the key defenses, and the Tubo soldiers who rushed to the forefront were blocked by two feather arrows, staggered and retreated, and fell to the ground and died.

The black and swarthy door of the arrow tower has become the tiger's den of Longtan.

"Burn the fire, smoke them to death," one of the squad officers ordered.

At that time, many soldiers scattered around looking for wet wood.

At the gate of the city, on the top of the city wall, including the two long stone stairs by the city wall, there were men in white standing with bright horizontal knives in their hands telling their identities, and the one on the arrow tower was a family.

"Ignore the city wall, attack the city gate, recapture the city gate, and close the city gate to death" The officer of the team was stunned, waved his army up, and swooped towards the open city gate.

Unfortunately, he ignored the city wall, but the city wall ignored him, condescendingly, and the stones hoarded on the city wall for external defense fell like raindrops in the city gate, smashing the Tibetan soldiers into piles of flesh.

On the arrow towers behind them and on the stone stairs on both sides, the feathered arrows are like flying locusts, and they do not meet them in close combat.

Hundreds of dead and wounded, not an inch inch, the loss of the city gate is a foregone conclusion, the Tibetan soldiers and horses are very wise to begin to retreat, to avoid the range of feather arrows, but those white-clothed men do not chase, as if they only want to hold the city gate, no intention to enter the city.

The team officer hurriedly ordered, "Set fire quickly, set fire to the general"

"Officer, I didn't find wet firewood, so I can't put it on fire," a soldier said anxiously, holding on to the arm of the arrow.

"Fuck you" The officer kicked the wounded soldier out of the way and yelled, "Set fire, burn houses, burn people, burn clothes, burn whatever you want, the general likes it"

A private house was in flames, and a tall and thin man in white knelt in front of Quan Ce, "Zhang Wei, the last general of the right Yuchuan Wei Death Regiment and the left sentinel of the Death Regiment, meet Quan Langjun"

"The last general lives up to expectations, the city gate has been held in his hand" Zhang Wei slammed his head on the ground, his body trembled, and his voice was crying.

Quan Ce stretched out his hand to help him up, and looked back at Tuoba Siyu, but saw that he had already strode out of the door, took out a yellowed bone whistle from his chest, and blew it with the guards, and the sharp and piercing sound resounded in all directions.

"It's the Qiang people, it's the Qiang people mongrel" Seeing the fireworks and hearing the bone whistle, Mangsong lifted his pants, kicked a maid away, and ordered the soldiers and horses to be gathered and rushed towards the east gate.

When they arrived at a street corner, more than 100 men in white suddenly climbed out of the walls on all sides of the street, killed them in the crowd, slashed left and right, and were not afraid of death.

"Kill, kill them" Mang Song ordered in a cold voice, his brows furrowed deeply, they are not Qiang, they are Han.

The men in white are brave and skillful, but unfortunately they are outnumbered, less than a stick of incense, they are all killed on the spot, no one surrenders and no one escapes, there is a man who was hit by an arrow in the chest, his mouth is full of blood, he is still waving a horizontal knife, waving it in all directions, the Tubo soldiers are all avoided, he can't cut, moving his steps, his eyes are staring at them, still moving forward.

Mang Song narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Listen to the order, volley, release"

Ten thousand arrows fired in unison, shooting the man into a hedgehog and falling to the ground with a bang, which can be called heroic.

"Rapid march" Mangsong ordered in a loud voice, rode his horse first, and when he reached the next street corner, more than 100 people rushed into the army and fought fiercely.

The second group of enemy troops was also all dead, looking at the blood-stained corpses, and looking at the neat streets ahead, Mansong's face sank like water.

"Quan Langjun, the body of a daughter, don't take risks, if you intend to fight side by side with the Qiang brothers, the last general is willing to take his place" Zhang Wei tried hard to dissuade.

"I don't" Quan Ce spit out two words, untied his hair, tore off the hem of his robe, took the long-handled Mo knife handed by the Jedi, and stepped out of the door.

Tuoba Siyu rode on a horse, not knowing what he was waiting for, the Qiang soldiers and horses all over the mountains poured into the city, raised his feet and trampled the Tubo soldiers and horses who were originally guarding the door to death, silently waiting for his own land king to give orders.

"Tuoba, give me a horse"

Tuoba Siyu laughed, jumped off his horse, gave up his horse to Quan Ce, and got on the guard's horse himself.

"Kill, rob" Tuoba Siyu shouted violently, and thousands of Qiang people went crazy and released their beastly nature, burning, killing and looting.

Seeing this formation from afar, Mangsong lost his will to fight, and shouted, "I am the main general of Anrong City, I am willing to surrender"

Tuoba Siyu glanced at Quan Ce, but Quan Ce still only said two words, "I don't", picked up the Mo knife, and used all his strength to split Mang Song and the horse in half.

The galloping horses castrated non-stop, and plunged headlong into the chaotic Tubo army.

Outside the city of Songzhou, the four fields are open.

Zanpo led the troops to arrive outside the city, sent generals to call for battle in turn, the city was silent at first, and then more than 10,000 soldiers and horses poured out, and the Zanpo department touched, then retreated.

Zanpo felt bored, waved his army to chase and kill, and strictly ordered his subordinates not to kill or injure too much.

When they arrived at a mountain range, the soldiers and horses of Songzhou seemed to have eaten the gall of a leopard, turned around and killed the generals head-on.

"These mallets, it's so embarrassing, soft into this cowardice, and embarrassed to play a counterattack?" The bald general spat viciously, only to feel aggrieved.

Zanpo squinted her eyes, looked around, and suddenly realized that the surroundings were either mountains or old forests, which was the best place for ambushes, and the alarm bell sounded in her heart, and she said urgently, "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly"

The bald general and others admired it in their hearts, and it was not only because they had a good father and brother that they could be the main generals, but also because of their acting skills and attitude.

Slowly commanding the soldiers and horses to turn around, he was not in a hurry at all.

Zanpo was almost mad, her eyes were bloodthirsty, she picked up the horsewhip and twitched violently, "Withdraw the army, withdraw the army quickly, and those who violate the order will be beheaded"

The bald general suddenly had countless blood purlins crisscrossing the top of his head, and under the severe pain, he raised his eyes to the blood-red eyes of Shangzan Po, shivered, and also whipped his subordinates, one level at a time, and the Tubo army moved much faster.

It's a pity that it's too late in the first place.

A desolate trumpet sounded.

Ambushes abounded.