The Chinese army sent a total of four assault teams, each with 120 people, to enter the camp of the Tibetan army from four directions at the same time, and then directly killed the tent in the middle of the camp.

The commando members, both Han Chinese and Yi, all had a wealth of experience in sneak attacks, and they were very skillful in roaming between the tents, killing every Tibetan soldier who heard the gunshots and didn't know how to get out of the tent to check, and then set the tent on fire.

The Tibetan soldiers who did not have time to rush out struggled and screamed in the sea of fire, and those who had time to rush out of the tent were also killed mercilessly.

In the chaos, the unvigilant Tibetan soldiers did not have time to organize resistance, and occasionally a few brave warriors were able to withstand a few rounds, and they would quickly be killed by the Chinese army's muskets.

An unorganized army was a rabble, and the Tibetan soldiers did not even have time to extinguish the flames in the camp.

Gradually, the whole camp of 7,000 men was in flames, and the Tibetans were scurrying around like headless flies, and the soldiers could not find the officers, and the officers could not find the soldiers.

The wind and sand added to the confusion, and only 600 Chinese soldiers in the Tibetan camp were still advancing silently.

……

Zampumon was lifting the thick curtain of his tent and observing his camp in the wind.

Unfortunately, he could only see the guards in a circle with their swords and guns facing away from him, and nothing else could be seen.

But he could tell from the howling wind the screams of his men and the bewildered roars of the junior officers.

The attackers didn't make much noise, only the occasional crackling of gunfire to indicate the identity of the enemy—for those who were familiar with the Chinese army.

Unfortunately, Meng Zheng had never heard the gunshots, so he still didn't know who had attacked him.

"Who's going to tell Benzenpu what the hell is going on!"

All that answered him was the screams of the wind, and gradually, even the most elite and determined guards of Meng Zheng became uneasy, trembling slightly, and talking to each other, as if a group of hellish demons were about to emerge from the hazy sand and dust ahead.

Devil!

The devout Tubo Zampu felt that this might be the answer.

"Go and ask Master Wu Jie!"

To deal with evil ghosts, the soldiers and weapons in the world are definitely not good, and they have to rely on the high monks to live the Buddha.

A few soldiers took the order, Meng Zheng was still uneasy, he was now worried, what if those evil spirits arrived before Wu Jieqila?

"By the way, I still have Buddhist scriptures!"

Meng Zheng hurriedly turned around, got into the tent, and rummaged around for the Diamond Sutra that was pressed under an unknown box.

……

The big knife in Ah Hudie's hand swept across, and a strong Tubo soldier didn't even have time to scream, and his head flew into the air.

Blood from the cut in the neck burst out, and after a few moments, the headless corpse was falling to the ground.

Ah Hudie didn't pick up the head - the Hua military camp no longer uses the head to record merit, and it's useless to pick it up. He just gently shook off the blood beads on the blade, and followed the commando leader to continue the assault towards the enemy's core position.

The wind and sand seemed to be a little smaller, and the weather, which was originally two steps away, could not see anything clearly, but now the red military uniform of the captain could be vaguely seen.

However, Ah Hudie's main means of distinguishing the direction of attack is the bamboo whistle in the captain's mouth.

The whistle sounded every few seconds, and the commando soldiers followed it, killing everyone who didn't wear a red uniform, or a red cloth strip on their helmet.

A figure suddenly appeared three or four paces away in front of Ah Hudie, and the Yiren soldier squinted his eyes and carefully distinguished, this is a short and stout man, wearing a suit of chain mail, and a shiny brass heart guard on his chest, and the iron helmet is not tied with a red cloth strip, but has a bunch of black tassels.

Okay, no problem, it's an enemy.

Ah Hudie suddenly shortened, put his shield in front of him, and directly hit the Tibetan soldier.

Although the enemy was strong, Ah Hudie did not accept much, and the Tubo people were caught off guard, and they were directly hit by the round shield.

The Tibetans rolled on the ground screaming and writhed, even the scimitar in their hands fell to the side. Ah Hudie took a step in pursuit, and his right foot stepped heavily on the chest of the Tubo people, and a half-miserable howl and the sound of broken bones immediately sounded in his ears.

The long knives in the hands of the Yiren soldiers swept away, severing the remaining half of the screams and the enemy's neck.

'It's so easy, it's so easy! ’

Ah Hudie's smug thought:

'These dog slaves are so vulnerable, I'm sure I'll be able to get the credit for it soon!' ’

In fact, if it was a normal battle, the Tubo man just now must have been a difficult opponent, because he was very well-equipped and strong, and when both sides were prepared to go one-on-one, Ah Hudie was not even sure of victory.

But here, with the help of extreme weather sneak attacks, Ah Hudie easily killed such an opponent without even exerting much effort.

The more battles like this, the better! ’

……

"Meng Zheng, that's not an evil ghost, that's the army of the Han people!"

The guards finally found Wu Jieqila in the confusion, but as soon as they met, the monk yelled at Tubo Zampu:

"Organize a counterattack quickly, it's too late!"

"The army of the Han Chinese?" Meng Zheng, who was holding the Diamond Sutra, asked in surprise: "How can they attack in this weather!" ”

Moreover, they attacked from all sides at the same time, and if there was no help from ghosts and gods, Meng Zheng resolutely refused to believe it.

"How do I know! Anyway, fight back! ”

The reason why Wu Jieqila was sure that it was the Han army that was attacking was because he had met those attackers on the way to Mengzheng's big tent just now.

At that time, the opposite side was very unceremonious and directly gave him a round of guns, Meng Zheng's guards and Wu Jieqila's apprentice (also a personal soldier) were killed and injured three times on the spot, and he himself saw that the situation was not good, so he turned around and went directly into the dust.

The opponent did not pursue, and they seemed to be attracted by other targets, which made Wu Jie's full beard and full tail appear in front of Meng Zheng's eyes.

However, when Meng Zheng sensed that something was wrong, the Chinese army had already broken into his camp, and then sent people to find Wu Jieqila, and after a little delay on the way, it was already too late.

From the attack to the present, for half an hour, Meng Zheng has not been able to issue any effective orders to his army, but only allowed his chaotic soldiers to be killed by the Chinese army at will.

Now, the 7,000 Tibetan soldiers had actually collapsed, and the only thing Meng Zheng could command was the 500 personal guards who had remained around his tent all along.

"Made!"

Tubo Zampu couldn't help but scold, and then made a dangerous, but had to make a decision:

"Go find someone! Find all the soldiers you can find! ”

He only had 500 soldiers around him, which was too thin, and if he could find more soldiers, he might still have the strength to fight (Meng Zheng still didn't know how many enemies there were).

It's just that in such chaos, maybe you can also attract enemies together.

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