Moslemassa's words made Ziad can't help but exclaim, and he exclaimed in panic: "No, the lion king and Tocharian have a great grace to save the country." Umogan is stubborn, how can he take revenge at this critical juncture? ”

Mosley Massa shook his head and said, "I originally had a lot of trust in Umogan, but at this point, I can't afford to think about it too much. Tocharian had some friction with us before, and I didn't pay attention to it at the time. Now, it seems that there is not necessarily no reason. Umogan has no ambition or ambition, but he is bent on putting his own people first. This time, our Arabians are in a desperate situation, and we have no ability to protect them. It was easy for the Tang Dynasty to destroy them. Faced with such a situation, it is not surprising that Umogan made any choice. He's not our own after all......"

"Then ......" Ziad said with a dejected face, "Aren't we ten dead and dead." ”

"It's not that there is no chance of life!" Mosley Massa's eyes suddenly showed a hint of madness, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter echoed in the tent, looking particularly gloomy and crazy: "I, Mosley Massa, am I really underestimated today...... Lao Tzu has a long life, even if he dies, he will die vigorously. He suddenly lowered his head and said, "You have a good rest here!" ”

As he spoke, he strode out of the camp and gathered his men together.

They were all tired, and after several days of pursuit, even if the soldiers under his command were rare elites, they were inevitably tired.

But they looked at Mosley Massa with fanatical adoration in their eyes......

Coming to the soldiers, Mosley Massa, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice: "I think you all know that after three days of pursuit, our enemy is in front of you. This means that we don't have to sleep on horseback, we don't have to eat dry food while we are on the road, and we don't have time to poop when we want to. ”

There was a commotion among the soldiers, and Mosley Massa's words were rude, but they were exactly what they were expecting.

Mosley Massa raised a hand and motioned for them to be quiet: "Don't rejoice too soon! I also want to tell you that there are powerful enemies there, certainly not as strong as we are. But they will be intriguing, and I have just received news from General Ziad that the cunning enemy has divided a part of his troops and horses to attack our city of Tuozhi and seize our grain and grass. We don't have anything left now......"

Hearing this news, the soldiers' original ecstasy gradually subsided, and they all showed a little unease.

"Now we have two paths before us, either to withdraw and return to Arabia by the way we came. But who can be confident that they can walk back without food? Either fight, follow me, and follow your lion king to defeat them! Eat their grain and dried meat...... Stomp on their corpses and enjoy their gourmet ......"

"To retreat is to die, to fight is to live! You are all warriors who have followed me for many years, and you should all know how many powerful enemies my lion king Mosley Massa has defeated......" He glared angrily, glancing at the whole audience with golden hair flying in the wind, and said, "This time is no exception...... I will lead you to crush the enemies in front of you and achieve victory! ”

All the soldiers of the Lion Legion suddenly shouted loudly, and the momentum was like a sea of mountains! Suddenly, the tranquility and tranquility were thrown out of the clouds.

Mosley Massa directly gave the order to attack, he stretched out his blood-red tongue, followed the large army, and rushed to the battlefield step by step......

Pei Min counted his retreat to death, but ignored the crucial point, he didn't have many soldiers and horses for himself, and there was no life in the back road, but there was a glimmer of life in the front road.

Although Mosley Massa knows from the bottom of his heart that even if he wins Pei Min today, he will not have much chance of returning to Arabia:

If so, let's all perish!

Thinking of this, Mosley Massa was full of energy, and it was a pride to be able to die in a vigorous battle, if he brought his lifelong enemy into the Yellow Springs...... There are no regrets in this life.

"Kill~~~"

The Arab soldiers were inspired by Mosremassa, and one by one they rushed forward as if they had been beaten with blood.

At the top of the column were the shield axemen in a dense formation, who, like mad bulls, discarded their battle axes and rushed uphill with their big shields in both hands. Behind them were the two-handed swordsmen with incredible combat power, who attacked uphill with extraordinary speed with the maintenance of the shield axe men in the front row.

At the same time, another army launched an attack directly from the Yongdao in the middle of the two hills......

"Sure enough, it is worthy of this life to be able to meet such an opponent in this life! Xiaobai, here's a letter, if after today, I live, you burn him, if I have an unfortunate accident, give him to the loyal heir, and he will take my place! ”

"Childe ......" Wang Xiaobai's eyes immediately turned red.

Pei Min waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm just taking precautions, I don't really think ...... I'm going to die here. ”

Mosley Massa has 30,000 soldiers and horses in his hands at the moment, while Pei Min only has 20,000, but 8,000 of them are the alliance of the Western Regions.

When it comes to combat effectiveness, the Arab lion army can serve as at least three or four Western Regions coalition troops by one person.

Mosley Massa's attack, regardless of casualties, is clearly a desperate style of play.

This style of play is the only flaw in the Tang Army at this moment.

But Pei Min knew that he couldn't retreat, but he retreated at the moment.

All the layouts will fall short, and if Mosley Massa is released today, the Tang Army will have no chance to march west for more than ten years.

All your own efforts will come to naught......

The incident in the East is far more serious than imagined, and this lion must be left behind, even if it is at great risk.

The long and narrow corridor, the horn whimpered, and the momentum shook the sky.

Pei Min had no time to take care of the battle situation on the hills on both sides of the strait, and he heard the sound of horses' hooves in front of him getting heavier and heavier, coupled with the natural echo of the Yongdao, like a flat thunder, the sound was extremely majestic.

Pei Min suddenly opened his eyes, pulled out the Qin Emperor Sword at his waist, and shouted angrily: "Form a formation, meet the enemy!" ”

Two thousand foot soldiers and five hundred men were in a horizontal formation, and four columns were discharged. The first team sits on its knees with spears, and the guns are raised diagonally forward. The second team pointed their spears forward, and the third team held their spears on the shoulders of the soldiers of the front team, also tilting forward. As for the fourth team, it is better to fill the preparation at any time......

Two thousand spears are as cold as snow!

Waiting for them will be a frontal charge of cavalry, with flesh and blood, hard to resist the cavalry charge.

The Arab cavalry that invaded like fire, and the spear formation of the Tang army that did not move like a mountain.

The small road, the hill on the left and the right, the nameless place, but it is the place where the two commanders of the East and the West will die.

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