In the early morning, the battle of Shazhou came to an end.

The Shazhou camp turned into a boiling sea of fire in the sound of loud explosions.

Dazha Gong's Chinese army tent is the area with the highest concentration of explosives bags, and he and his cronies and the leaders of the generals flew into the air with a loud noise, turned into powder, and failed to escape.

The remnants of the lucky survivors converged with the partial division, counted the damage, and the gods of the plateau were speechless, and the main force of Luo Some City under the personal command of Dazha Gong was less than 5,000 people left, and the loss was close to eighty.

Even if they were not killed, they all suffered burns and splashes of varying degrees, missing arms and legs, and the two armies converged, but the panic of the remnants was transmitted to the officers and men of the partial division, and the army was panicked.

Under such a situation, the Tibetan people did not have a sense of security, and they were about to retreat overnight.

However, the strength of the troops has penetrated so far that it is not easy for them to retreat.

Yang Siqiao and Li Li led the large army to pursue at the end of the ranks, blocking the road ahead, and the left leading army guard camp that had been making a shrinking turtle behind also poured out black to suppress a large number of soldiers and horses.

The enemy was outnumbered, the soldiers had no fighting spirit, and they fell into the encirclement.

It's almost a dead end.

The master of the Tibetan division will sigh for a long time, wanting to cry without tears.

"The head man, the head man, the sentry in front came to report, and the leader in the back is the son of Chide Zuzan"

"Huh?" The lord's eyes shone brightly, his face was full of determination, and he said sternly, "The prince is the prince of Tibet, and his safety is extremely important, and we are the courtiers, how can we make a big move in front of the prince?" Such a disloyal and unrighteous thing, plateau man, who can do it? ”

"Command the whole army, go out, abandon your weapons, and surrender"

There was a commotion in the tent, and after a moment, silence returned.

The ants are still greedy for life, and no one wants to be sent to death, since the main general has found a decent excuse, the big guy will go down the donkey.

Even if some people are unwilling, they just snort secretly, and they don't dare to make a sound, at this time, they are forced to stand in the way, show off their martial arts, and block the way of life for others, I am afraid that they will have to go out of this big account.

So, in the morning light, the Tibetan division camp was opened, and a group of soldiers gathered in groups, raised their hands, walked out of the camp, and surrendered to Chide Zuzan.

Chide Zuzan sat on a horse, next to the battle columns, hunting with flags, facing the wind, quite powerful.

Looking at the approaching surrender procession not far away, his expression changed.

I want to scold them, they are bad seeds, waste without eggs, they don't have a little blood and bravery, and they are in vain as Tibetan men.

Fortunately, they surrendered, which was a good ending, and he no longer had to command his Celestial Empire soldiers and horses to fight with his own people.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and Chide Zuzan could already see the faces of the leaders and generals who were the leader.

At the end of the procession were the surviving remnants of Dazhagon's men, limping and suffering from burns and burns on their faces and bodies.

When this group of people also left the camp, they suddenly shouted and killed behind them.

A large number of cavalry charged, iron hooves trampled, the ground shook, and slush flew.

Chide Zuzan snorted, turned his head and shouted, "The news of the surrender of Tubo has not been passed on to General Li and General Yang?" ”

"General Hui, it has been passed on," the herald next to him replied meticulously.

Chide Zuzan was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, his eyes were scattered, all his spirit and spirit were emptied, his waist bent suddenly, and he was on his horse.

The Tibetan troops fell into fear and panic, lost their advance and retreat, and were at a loss.

"Shizi, why did Shizi harm me?" The main general who led the surrender had bloodshot eyes and a beastly hair, "I'm a dog, you won't let me live, then, don't want to live"

"Warriors, Chide Zuzan betrayed the gods, he took advantage of our loyalty to Zampu and deceived the brave plateau men, we lost our weapons, but we do not lack courage, let us use our flesh and blood, the last fight, to kill the traitors who betrayed the plateau"

The main general raised his arms and shouted, and took the lead in rushing towards the army formation of Chide Zuzan, and the six gods and masterless troops behind him, followed closely behind, shouting and charging.

"General, general, what to do?"

Chide Zuzan woke up like a dream, his mouth trembled, and he pulled out the long knife at his waist, "The Tibetan thieves are capricious, presumably the two generals have foreseen it, and the whole army is on alert to meet the attack."

Chide Zuzan's long knife pointed forward, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he shouted, "Kill"

"Bang ......" No one behind him rushed to kill with the direction of the blade, but there was a crisp sound, and someone slapped him hard on the buttocks.

The man under the crotch of "Sigh Law" stood up, raised his four hooves, like an arrow off the string, and rushed into the Tubo army.

Chide Zuzan pounced forward, stabilized his figure, frightened, looked back, but saw the soldiers and horses behind him, as stable as a mountain, only a cluster of feather arrows, pointing to the Tubo army from afar.

No, also pointed at him.

Chide Zuzan smiled bitterly, he should have thought of it, he should have thought of it a long time ago, he almost ruined the overall situation of the Xisai war, the Shenwu Dao army deployment is all dominated by the power strategy, if it really ends in defeat, the undefeated golden body of the power strategy will be broken, with Di Guangyuan's radical foolishness, how can he be allowed to live?

The horses of Chide Zuzan rushed into the group of Tibetan troops, and they were menacing, causing the crowd to fly sideways, and when the castration was exhausted, someone jumped up and kicked him off his horse.

"Kill him, kill the traitor......"

Without weapons, with one punch and one kick, they beat Chide Zuzan, their son, to death.

"Whoosh"

On the front and back sides, the arrows are like flying locusts, covering the sky and the sun, Tubo surrenders troops, bare hands, can only lead the neck to be killed, like a grass, line up and die, the screams resounded in all directions, the blood mist is filled, and this piece of snow is melted red.

"Tsk" Yang Siqiao pouted his teeth, shook his horsewhip boringly, and gossiped with Li Li, "The battle of Yingguo Gong was fought loosely, but there were too few battles, but it was not enjoyable."

"Hehe, the palace eunuch is brave and martial, if you don't like it, you can also ask the Duke of Yingguo for help, go to Qiuzi City, and catch the old fox Qinling" Li Li Leh gave him an idea.

"Don't hide it from the county prince of Wu'an, our family has this intention" Yang Siqiao touched the horizontal knife on his waist and licked his lips.

The eunuch's body was destroyed, most of them were a little abnormal, Yang Siqiao was still martial and murderous, it should also be an abnormality, he was still able to control himself on weekdays, but when he arrived on this battlefield, he couldn't hold it back.

"I beg God to appreciate his face, on Qinling's head, we really want to cut it off"

The outskirts of the Shendu are respectful.

Li Xian has been buried in the mausoleum, and his sons have been keeping filial piety in the cemetery for three days.

This is the last procedure.

After this incident, Li Chongjun should go west to Chang'an and go to Wuhou to drive forward.

The night was as dark as ink.

The sound of breaking the air was loud, followed by the sound of weapons intersecting and screaming.

Lee Chongjun sat cross-legged in the room.

In addition to the close-fitting palace maid Cui Xian, there are more than 20 dark masters in the room, surrounding him.

Li Chongjun's brows didn't move, although the assassination was exciting, but after more experience, he would also feel tired.

Time passed slowly, and the sound did not calm down, but became a large area, in all directions, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Li Chongjun opened his eyes, a little uneasy, the scale of the fight was too large.

Cui Xian stood up and wanted to bring someone to support.

Lee Chongjun took her hand and didn't let her go.

The fighting began in the middle of the night and lasted until dawn.

Abrupt end.

Cui Xian went out to check, and there were corpses everywhere outside the door, hundreds of Silla samurai, and no one was standing.

Li Chongjun also came out of the heavy guards, and he was terrified to see it.

The two exchanged glances, both very incomprehensible.

The resistance from the periphery has been eradicated, so why hasn't the enemy come in?

It's like, I came here not to assassinate Li Chongjun, but just to kill someone.

"Cui Xian, how many people do your clansmen have to recruit?"

Cui Xian smiled bitterly, "The slaves do their best, and there are only a few of them who think about it."