The wind and sand still caused some difficulties for the Chinese army's assault.

After all, the compass could only allow the Chinese army to find the direction, and could not indicate where the core of the Tubo army camp was, so after breaking through Mengzheng's camp, the commanders of each unit actually instinctively killed the crowded place.

And the way they tell the difference between a large number of people is the volume of the enemy's screams.

This misunderstanding gave Meng Zheng a long time to prepare, because although his personal guards were also flustered, they had not yet reached the time to collapse, and they still maintained the minimum military discipline.

This caused two successive commandos to cross past Meng Zheng's camp tent and pursue the more panicked Tubo soldiers.

It was not until Meng Zheng began to try to suppress the chaos, restore discipline in the camp, and gather soldiers.

Meng Zheng's own soldiers blew the horn near the tent, summoning all the soldiers who could hear it to gather around Zampu, and the Chinese commandos naturally heard this horn.

'So there it was!' ’

The whistle of the assault team immediately became urgent, and the four commandos who broke into the Tibetan camp from different directions invariably turned around and advanced towards the position where the horn of the bull horn came.

……

The wind and sand are a little smaller, and Ah Hudie can already roughly see the figures of more than a dozen comrades around him.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, because he hadn't memorized the password, and had relied on close observation of the red color to distinguish friend from foe in the previous battle.

This is quite dangerous, if any of the Tibetan soldiers encountered him were calmer than him, and realized that he was an enemy a second earlier, then he would have died by now.

Or, if one of the people he suddenly encountered just now was one of his own, and he asked himself out loud for the password and he couldn't answer it, then he would either be killed by his own people or kill the other party himself, and be punished after the war (for the common people's militia, this usually meant the death penalty), neither of which was the price that Ahudie was willing to bear.

Fortunately, now that the wind and sand have finally become smaller, and he can see enough of his comrades, he can hand over the work of distinguishing friend from foe to others—at least those red-clothed field soldiers will definitely be able to remember the password, and there will be no problems if he follows them.

Just thinking like this, a large group of people suddenly came out of the wind and sand on the opposite side, and Ah Hudie's conditioned reflex generally used a round shield to protect half of his body - there was no musket on the opposite side, and the shield covered with cowhide was enough to resist most of the attacks, if the opposite side was also equipped with a large number of muskets, then Ah Hudie felt that he should give up the shield as a weapon.

"Password!" Someone here is shouting in Chinese.

"Storm!" The other side answered in the same Chinese.

It's your own people.

It turns out that the password is a storm, but it is the right time. ’

Ah Hudie finally remembered the password, congratulations, congratulations.

The two assault teams converged, and now both captains decided that there was no point in dividing their forces, and it was better to concentrate on breaking the enemy's core.

The two teams stopped for a moment, and the captains began to rearrange their attacking formations, because the enemy who was blowing the trumpets must be gathering soldiers, and what would follow would be a fierce battle that would decide the outcome of the battle.

When forming a formation, the common people and slave soldiers wearing armor and cold weapons naturally had to be grouped together.

As a commoner, Ah Hudie was temporarily appointed as the leader of a ten-man squad.

The old hunter's gaze swept over his men, resting on a strange armored soldier.

"Where's your strip of red cloth?" Ah Hudi asked.

“？”

There was no answer, and the man looked confused, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

"I said, where is your strip of red cloth? Without this, do you want to die at the hands of your own people? ”

The man said something out loud in a language that Ah Hudi didn't understand.

It was normal for the soldiers to have a language barrier with each other, because the Chinese soldiers who did not have the right to be armed with muskets could come from many ethnic groups, and there were soldiers who spoke Chinese, Goryeo, Mongol, Jurchen and other languages that did not know what to do.

However, soldiers who do not have red cloth strips and say that they cannot understand the language are very suspicious in the current environment.

Ah Hudie's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Password! ”

“？”

Still confused.

But the other people around the soldier reacted, and one of the soldiers swung his shield violently and slapped him heavily in the face, knocking him to the point of a nosebleed and falling to the ground on his back with a scream.

"What's going on?" A redcoat soldier came over and asked.

"It's nothing, a Tibetan dog has mixed in." Ah Hudie responded lightly.

The red-clothed soldier glanced at the enemy on the ground, nodded and said, "Pay attention to the marking, remember the password." ”

Today, in the weather and the level of chaos, it is normal for stupid enemy soldiers to follow the attacker as a comrade.

If you were mistakenly shot by someone because of this possibility, it would be miserable.

……

Woo!!

The horn was still ringing desperately, but the soldiers who came to Meng Zheng's side to gather were getting fewer and fewer.

At this time, there were almost a thousand people gathered around Tubo Zampu, which was not a small number, but only five hundred guards from Mengzheng, and the others were not fully armed, and there were even many who simply went bare-handed.

Meng Zheng was extremely uneasy in his heart, he still didn't know how many people were attacking, and he didn't know which direction the enemy would appear from.

Moreover, he still suspected that the enemy might have been aided by the demons of Hell.

His soldiers also had this idea, so Meng Zheng asked Wu to chant the sutra aloud behind him to pray for the blessings of the soldiers.

Although Wu Jieqila is a lama, he knows better than others that the attacker must not have any bullshit ghosts and gods to help - there are no ghosts and gods in this world, otherwise, how could he, a monk who eats meat, drinks wine, plays with women, kills people and picks up skins, and can't memorize the Diamond Sutra, become a "living Buddha".

But since the soldiers have this kind of psychological need, then he can reluctantly pretend to be embarrassed, anyway, it doesn't take much to talk a few words.

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures made the Tubo soldiers who were surrounding Zampu a little relieved, and at this time, the wind and sand were much smaller, and Meng Zheng was already able to see the situation more than ten meters away.

Well, there was a row of people standing more than ten meters away, looking like there were more than a hundred people, and the sudden encounter caused both sides to have a brief pause.

"Who are you?" Meng Zheng's guards shouted and asked.

"Password!" The other side shouted out a puzzling word.

But it doesn't matter, it's enough for both parties to tell each other's identities.

"Han dog! Kill them! ”

"Fanzi! Fire! ”

Woohoo!

There was a deafening gunshot on the opposite side, and the Tubo soldiers fell in an instant.

Then there was another round of pistol volleys, and the Yi soldiers who followed also shot a few heavy arrows to join in the fun, and the Tubo soldiers facing the Chinese army instantly became sparse and pulled.

"Come on! Kill them! Kill them! Meng Zheng howled frantically, and the Tubo people in other directions quickly turned around and faced the enemy who showed his true face for the first time.

Due to the close distance, at this time, the field army with bayonets had already rushed towards Mengzheng with the armored soldiers!

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