Conducting a war is like conducting a large symphony.

Every conductor wants the music to follow his own beat, and changing the pitch is the most unacceptable part of the performance.

A small change of voice may just be a flaw in the performance.

But if it becomes a loud noise, then this performance has completely died.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the variable of Zuo Wuwei is like a huge noise that completely overwhelms the performance time that belongs to the Tubo people.

Where do they come from? Why are they here? The Chinese army was ended? Yu Zebu is dead?

A series of questions hit the Tibetan people, and their heads were a little cloudy.

"Run away, the Han people have arrested Lord Yuzebu!"

No one knows who shouted these words.

But the result is obvious, listening to these words, the Tubo people are obviously panicked.

One by one, they stopped attacking and turned their heads to look in the direction of Uozawabu.

But he didn't see anything, and the handsome flag that was still fluttering in the wind not long ago was gone.

"Daimoto-sama, what are we going to do?"

A Tibetan soldier asked hesitantly.

"What to do? Of course it's an attack, give me an attack, who dares to stop, don't blame Lao Tzu for having no eyes on his sword! ”

The Tibetan general unceremoniously gave the soldier a big ear scraper.

He was panicking, and this idiot actually asked for such a thing.

"But, Uozawabu-sama is in danger!"

The Tibetan soldiers innocently covered their faces.

When he saw that Shuai Qi was gone, the desire to attack was not as strong as it had begun, and there was even a hint of cowardice.

"Fool, Lord Yu Zebu has so many personal soldiers to protect him, are you afraid of the sneak attack of the Han people?"

After listening to General Daiben's words, the Tibetan soldiers did not dare to say anything more.

If I continue to talk about this, I'm afraid I will be beheaded.

Although the soldier stopped talking, his heart began to doubt.

If there is nothing wrong with Lord Uozawabu, then why is Shuai Qi missing?

There were too many Tibetan soldiers with this mentality, and panic quickly spread throughout the Tibetan army.

At this time, the Tubo army that attacked Xue Chuyu's army finally had a disagreement.

Some advocated stepping back to protect Uozawabu.

The other part advocated continuing the offensive until the Han Chinese were eliminated.

The differences of the Tibetan people, manifested on the battlefield, became a kind of chaos.

Xue Chuyu was gritting his teeth, and he had experienced more than ten battles.

But never had it been so difficult as today, and he didn't even have a glimmer of hope.

Because he was gambling in the first place.

Half an hour has passed since the general attack of the Tubo people, and many Tang Dynasty men have been lying in a pool of blood, the front row has been killed, and the back row is on top.

In this way, the young Tang soldier blocked the scimitar of the Tubo people with his body.

When the war is fought to this point, there is no trick to speak of, and what is completely fought is will, and what is fought is blood.

However, in this regard, it is obvious that the Tubo people have more advantages, because they are attacking, and the Tang army is holding hard.

Xue Chuyu looked up into the distance, his eyes were full of unwillingness, could it be that I, Xue Chuyu, am going to be buried here today?

"General, you see, the Tubo people seem to have a problem!"

Shi Dingwu woke up Xue Chuyu, and Xue Chuyu looked at the Tubo formation in front of him.

Sure enough, the Tubo people seemed to be in chaos, and some people retreated, and some people attacked forward.

Xue Chuyu frowned and thought about it, could it be that Zuo Wuwei's backlash had achieved something other than that?

Xue Chuyu's sudden attack made the Tubo people not expect it at all.

"Kill"

Xue Chuyu adopted the traditional tactics of light cavalry - flying on both wings and turning back in a roundabout way.

General Zuo Shi Dingwu took the lead in leading the army to set off.

The two iron streams were majestic at that moment.

The surroundings of the Shiding Martial Arts Department immediately boiled and soared, and a wild and magnificent iron cavalry flowed up.

Rolling up the sky with a solemn and harsh dust.

But Shi Dingwu's eyes revealed the dawn of victory.

It was as if he had been waiting for an upcoming feast in a hurry.

It's like looking for the long-lost *** in the dark.

The prominence of the light cavalry only gave Shiding Wu a long-awaited desire to kill, not panic when he was attacked by surprise.

He smiled cruelly, stuck out his tongue to his parched lower lip, and whispered, "Kill"

At this moment, a thunderous roar came from this battlefield.

"Yu Zebu's head is here, you won't kneel down and be captured!"

At this time, Li Xingzhou was like a blood-stained god of war.

Riding a black horse, the blade of which stood facing the sky, and a human head was stuck in the tip of the knife.

All the Tibetans panicked at this time.

No matter how the commander reprimands, it doesn't work, and the soldiers only know one thing, and that is that the commander is gone.

Panic spread throughout the Tibetan army.

Faced with such a good opportunity, of course Xue Chuyu would not let it go, he pulled out his long sword, and the war drums rumbled.

The Tang army finally launched a counterattack against the Tibetans after holding it for a long time.

Xue Chuyu took the lead, put away the long sword and waved the silver spear in his hand, the evil breath in Xue Chuyu's heart was really held for too long.

This battle has been led by the nose from the beginning, and after so long, this nest can finally be presumptuous.

As the sound of killing fell, Shi Dingwu's troops suddenly made a big turn.

All the cavalry retreated, and a group of heavily armored warriors in iron armor appeared.

The right general Guo Xian commanded the infantry to attack!

In their hands, it turned out to be the sharp Changge of the Zhuke cavalry.

Countless shields were also raised in all corners at the same time, forming an impenetrable circle in the blink of an eye.

There was a little gap in each shield, just enough for Changge to pass through.

It is like an iron hedgehog that wraps the whole body, densely protruding countless long steel thorns, giving people the feeling that they have nowhere to start.

At the same time that the other party completely wrapped himself in an iron sheet, he did not stand still.

They are moving, like a big turtle crawling slowly, step by step, slowly, but without stopping.

The Tubo soldiers, who lacked sufficient ability to attack fortifications, faced this huge round infantry phalanx mixed with iron thorns, and felt like they had nowhere to start for a while.

They swirled and cursed, and a handful of Tibetan soldiers rushed forward to try to make a crack.

However, the opponent's iron hedgehog still has the function of flying thorns--- a tributary arrow shoots out from the gap in the shield and hits the enemy.

This big iron-skinned turtle, with its tail swinging, is extremely active.

It bends and turns, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, as if it is playing on the fly, wantonly teasing its opponents, stimulating their nerves, and beating their opponents' anger.

The Tubo soldiers, who were not good at attacking fortifications, were so angry that they screamed, and all kinds of scolding came one after another:

"The shitch raised by the son of a bitch, hiding in the shell of a turtle has a fart! Come out to Lao Tzu! ”

"Hide like a, are you still a man?"

"the eggs! You are worthy of being a Tang Dynasty. ”

They use useless scolding to vent the feeling that rats catch turtles and have nowhere to start.

In the middle of the Tibetan army in the distance, Pa Zhu was also surprised.

He was surprised: Why did the other party's change of formation so fast?

Still, he smiled coldly.

No matter how thick the carapace is, it loses its ability to move, and there is still only a dead end.

Without the defense of offensive forces, no matter how strong it is, there will always be a moment when it will be broken.

He calmly ordered.

"Gather all the cavalry with heavy weapons and concentrate on attacking one point. Gather all the archers together as well and switch to covered shooting. Two hundred more brothers were ordered to prepare to throw spears. I'm going to smash them, and I'm going to smash them out of this turtle shell. ”

However, before his orders could even be delivered, a new situation arose on the battlefield.

The big tortoise in the iron skin actually had cracks on its own.

While the Tibetan soldiers were cheering for the success of their scolding battle, a strange car with countless jet openings.

Gradually appeared in the cracks, and above them were bright arrows that radiated a deadly chill, pointing at the light cavalry of the Tibetan soldiers.

"Oops!"

Pa Zhu was taken aback and blurted out.

The next moment, the tide of battle changed dramatically.

The sunlight suddenly became dazzling in an instant, and countless crystals flashed with a deadly brilliance.

Sharp winds broke through the sky above the snowfield, and with the flashes of hundreds of thousands of sharp rays in the air, a large number of crossbow arrows shot at the opponent, setting off a scarlet blood rain.

A miserable cry tearing the world instantly danced in the group of Tibetan soldiers, and countless Tibetan soldiers and soldiers fell down with wailing, their bodies full of strange short arrows.

Pa Zhu's eyes contracted violently.

It turned out to be a hundred crossbows that could shoot twenty powerful crossbows at a time, and even iron armor could penetrate them!!

The big iron-skinned turtle opened five cracks in five directions, and a full ten hundred crossbows were launched at the same time, giving birth to a bloody frenzy in an instant.

"Damn! How could they have a hundred crossbows?! ”

Pazhu yelled frantically.

"Retreat now!"

In normal times, if this order was issued by Uozawabu, his soldiers would rush forward to complete the mission regardless of life and death.

It's a pity that now Yu Zebu is gone.

His soldiers, and not really military men.

The generals quarrel, the morale is damaged, and if you want to win the battle, it is difficult to climb to the sky.

However, at this moment, he was just discouraged, and the next moment, he was completely desperate.

The Tubo people, who were already discouraged, could not stop the Tang army, and the Tubo people retreated without surprise.

Pa Zhu mingled with the retreating crowd and glanced viciously at Li Xingzhou, who was standing on the high slope.

He knew that it was this young Han man who turned the whole situation around.

Although he was a little mean, Pazhu had to admire his quick wit.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect Yu Zebu to be defeated, I'm afraid that even if it is Renqin Gang's great Zampu, he won't be able to keep him, hahaha!"

Sonam Gyaltsen was not saddened by the defeat of the Tibetans, on the contrary, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sonam Gyaltsen, should we evacuate immediately now?"

"Don't worry, let's just retreat slowly, as long as the Han people on the other side are not stupid, they won't take the initiative to provoke us!"

Sonam Gyaltsen said confidently.

"Dani Chin Posan, let our men slowly retreat in defensive formation, and just follow behind Pazhu!"

"Hmm!"

"General, the Tubo people on the right have also withdrawn, do we need to pursue?"

Guo Xian wiped the blood on his face, licked his chapped lips, and gasped.

"Chase? What do we chase? ”

Xue Chuyu smiled helplessly, more mocking himself.

He knew that he had won this battle too lucky, if it weren't for Zuo Wuwei's people who used their lives to attack Yu Zebu's personal guards.

If it weren't for the Tubo man on the right who didn't move, I'm afraid that he Xue Chuyu would have become a corpse long ago.

Li Xingzhou had already seen Xue Chuyu at this time, and after the two of them met, they hugged each other tightly, but there was no joy of victory on their faces.

Li Xingzhou held his helmet and looked at the Tang Army soldiers lying in a pool of blood, and an inexplicable sense of loss surged in his heart, this battle was really bad.

Gao Xiang, the general of the Eight Provinces, and Wang Yuanji, the general of the Ten Provinces, were killed, and Lin Yun, the general of the Seven Provinces, was seriously injured.

In the end, only 1,000 soldiers remained, and the remaining 2,000 were disabled.

Xue Chuyu was even more miserable, more than 30,000 left guard soldiers were still able to pick up arms in the end, and the rest were either dead or seriously injured.

If it weren't for the last flash of inspiration and the use of Wei Luozhe's head to deceive the Tibetans, I'm afraid the casualties would have been even greater.

In the end, whether we can win or not is a matter of whether we can win or not.

Li Xingzhou felt that he was able to survive this time, and the people of Tubo should be thanked the most.

If it weren't for their internal contradictions, with just his and Xue Chuyu's people, I'm afraid they would have died in Huangquan a long time ago.

The cold north wind blew the entire southwest plateau, but the bright sun could not dissipate the cold breath.

It is said that war can make a man mature.

Li Xingzhou didn't feel it before, but this time he really felt the cruelty of war.

The soldiers of the Left Guards who had talked and laughed with him yesterday.

Today it has become a corpse, everything is so sudden and yet so real.

Li Xingzhou suddenly remembered a song in later generations, he forgot most of the lyrics, but at this time he roared.

I have a glass of wine

A glass of the rising sun

A glass of moonshine

Awaken my yearning and soften the cold window

So you can fly against the wind without looking back

Don't be afraid of rain in your heart and frost in your eyes

A glass to the hometown

A glass of salute to the distance

The kindness that guards me urges me to grow

So the north-south road is no longer long

The soul no longer has nowhere to rest

The shoulders that supported my body were heavy

Although I never believe that the so-called mountains are high and the waters are long

Life is too short, so why bother with it

A toast to freedom

A cup of toast to death

Forgive my ordinariness and dispel the confusion

Well, it's always scribbled after dawn

Sober people are the most ridiculous

After Li Xingzhou finished singing in general, the remaining soldiers of Zuo Wuwei also began to hum.

They can't sing the detailed lyrics, but.

"A glass of sunrise

A glass of moonshine

A glass to the hometown

A glass of salute to the distance

A glass to tomorrow

A glass of toast to the past

A toast to freedom

A glass to the dead"

was sung and became the "Eight Cups of Wine" that circulated in the Tang Dynasty.

And "Eight Glasses of Wine" and "Rare Words" together once again set off a frenzy in the Tang Dynasty.

The flames burned, and all the sacrificed Don soldiers were reduced to a pile of ashes in the fire.

The voice of "one cup to freedom, one cup to death" fluttered in the air.

Li Xingzhou knelt down straight, brave soldiers, rest in peace, as long as you don't die, you will go home together.

Wuyang understood, and knelt down with Li Xingzhou.

The war was won, but Li Xingzhou did not show half a smile, military merits are there, but they are based on the lives of nearly 10,000 soldiers.

As long as there is war, people will always die, and military merit is originally accompanied by bloody killings.

Once the success is done, Li Xingzhou at this time really understands the meaning of this sentence.

It turns out that it is so difficult to be a general.

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