On the west side of the Nu River, the water is gentle, and the glaciers upstream have not yet thawed.

A few war horses drank water by the river, and there were sporadic Song soldiers who took water to make a fire for cooking.

Wang Hao ordered the withdrawal to Tieqiao City, waiting for reinforcements, leaving behind a group of soldiers who did not belong to the forbidden army.

This group can almost be said to be the abandoned van soldiers, and their main general is Huzhou Zhang Shuye, who made some contributions when he conscripted Fang La.

Just today, Wang Hao's large army was pursued by the Tubo Duomi Department again, Zhang Shuye led his troops to resist for a while, Wang Hao took advantage of the situation to let his palace queen, and he regarded this general who still had the courage to fight as cannon fodder for the palace.

Suddenly, a shogun kicked them in the ass and whispered, "Go prepare and fight back tonight." ”

At the same time, everyone in the barracks, including the men and transporters, was reminded to be ready.

In the past few days, he has been chased and killed, from the upper reaches of the Nu River to the middle reaches, and the mood of revenge has long permeated the Song camp.

The mood of the soldiers to fight to the death is high, but the coach Wang Hao is a man who has never fought before.

He relied on the horses of Liang Shicheng to ascend to the throne, and what he was best at flattering the emperor and his father, had seen a fiasco full of corpses, and he had been completely frightened.

Now he just wants to retreat to Yangyi Baa City, and then return to Bianliang, and never set foot on the battlefield again.

As the sky slowly darkened, the fighting on the battlefield in the distance finally came to an end, and dozens of soldiers walked back and forth on the corpses with knives, kicking the corpses that seemed to be relatively intact from time to time to make sure they were really dead. As soon as they hear the slightest moan, they will walk over to identify them, and once they have confirmed that they are not their own family, they will raise their hands to make up for it.

The horses beside them were all loaded with looted goods, almost crushing the waists of their horses.

No one was on the horse, because there were no more empty seats on it, and the corpses of the Song army were stripped one by one, their heads were cut off, and the stumps were thrown into the Nu River.

Even ordinary cotton clothes are excellent gains in their opinion, and the hundred years of melee in Tibet have made them poor jingle.

"Hurry up and clean up, and soon we will attack the Song people on the west side." A Tibetan man shouted, his voice full of the excitement of plundering.

This sentence really worked, and the efficiency of cleaning the battlefield became surprisingly fast, and the corpses on the battlefield decreased rapidly.

Suddenly, on their side, a Song army with white eaves and red tassels appeared.

These people leaned forward faintly, their eyes flashing with vengeful anger, and the lord gave an order, and more than 1,000 people drew their swords and stepped forward, fighting with this Tubo people who were sweeping the battlefield and left alone.

The Tubo people thought that the Song army was attacking back, and everyone was unprepared, who expected that these people were just a small group of people of the Song army.

Uncle Zhang hid far away from the battle group at night, and in order to prevent stray arrows, he dismounted and leaned against a big tree.

It's not that Uncle Zhang is greedy for life and afraid of death, he himself is not a military general, if he dies accidentally, it will be a devastating blow to the soldiers under his command.

Soon, the Tubo people, who had been invincible since the beginning of the war, could not touch their weapons at all.

They were busy cleaning the battlefield, and the ground was full of treasures in their eyes, and they wished they had a few more hands, how could they still carry weapons,

The war horses also lost their usefulness, and even if they were willing to do so in a hurry, they could not unload the heavy possessions from their horses.

Occasionally, a few soldiers who picked up weapons could not stop the avenging Song army even if they resisted.

Uncle Zhang ordered the Song army to light torches on the periphery and insert them on the ground, and the flames were flickering. Although it was just a bluff, it seemed to be overwhelming, more than the stars in the sky.

The soldiers looked around, and they were suddenly terrified, thinking only about fleeing for their lives, and few dared to resist.

Soon after, the revolt was finally extinguished, and hundreds of soldiers threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Song Jun escorted a bare-headed monk to the tree where Zhang Shuye was, Zhang Shuye looked at the old thief's bald eyes, and slowly said, "How many people and horses do you have, and where have you been?" ”

The old thief bowed down baldly, put his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name, but he was a man who knew Chinese.

No matter what state it is, only high-ranking nobles are often proficient in Chinese, and this bald donkey is obviously not in a low position.

"This Song general, the poor monk Pingsuri is just eating fasting and worshipping Buddha, where do you know what major military aircraft are. This time I came to Qingwei with the lord, and I also wanted to persuade him to do less murder and prevent him from going to hell after death. ”

Uncle Zhang sneered, he didn't even believe a word about these words, unlike Wang Huang, since he knew that the imperial court was going to attack Tubo, he had carefully explored the national conditions of Tubo.

In the Miru Department in front of him, the so-called lord is the lord of their monastery, and this monk is 100% a general.

"This official is not a Tibetan and does not believe in Buddhism. Inheriting the learning of the saint since childhood, the Great Song Dynasty Jinshi and the first, if you dare to be stubborn, the official does not mind his subordinates killing one more thief. ”

The monk was a little angry, after all, in many tribes in Tibet, the identity of the monk is a symbol of their nobility, and the Song general in front of him dared to be disrespectful to the Buddha: "Amitabha, Song people, do you know that the disrespect of the Buddha is to enter the animal path and suffer from the reincarnation of several lifetimes." ”

Uncle Zhang sneered, and said with a cold expression: "Drag it down, tie it to the back of the horse, and run back to the camp with us." ”

Several Song soldiers stepped forward to hold him down, and the monk's eyes rolled, first scolding twice, and then struggling violently.

Uncle Zhang's face sank like water at night, observing the expression of the monk by the light of the fire, and said faintly in the dark: "The people of Fan are not short-sighted, they must have returned to their own territory, we will slowly clean up the battlefield, and then join the large army." ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then continued to struggle, with a faint hint of ruthlessness and triumph in his eyes.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "What the official said just now is that the Tubo people are following and preparing to pursue, and we happen to be flanking him." ”

The face of the monk was in disbelief, and only then did he know that he had fallen into the hands of the Song people, and shouted loudly in the incomprehensible Tibetan language.

Several Song soldiers poked him in each hand and foot, tied him from under the ribs and tied him to the back of the horse, and urged the Tibetan war horse to gallop to the headquarters.

Wang Hao's army, which retreated in the distance, was caught up by the Tubo people and fled for their lives in a hurry to protect the Chinese army.

Suddenly, a group of friendly troops came behind him, and the torches were like dragons in the dark night, and the Tubo people, who were not very confident, screamed and were fooled, and then scattered and fled.

Uncle Zhang came to the Chinese army under the banner of the Chinese army with a few cronies at night, and when he said that he had attacked Tibet at night, Wang Hao's face was cloudy.

Uncle Zhang didn't care, but when he was so frightened that he didn't come back to his senses, he hugged his fists and said: "Wang Tejin, Tubo is just like this, the previous small defeat was just our carelessness." It's better to straighten out the army."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Hao's voice was a little sharp, and his handsome face was slightly hideous, and he said sharply: "Come on, take down Uncle Zhang!" ”

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