Chapter 198: Sheep Princess

Along the downstream direction of the Zizi River, dozens of riders ran desperately in front, and hundreds of riders clinged to it like dogskin plasters.

"Quick, quick, catch up with them, kill them, divide their riches."

The candle dragon Kampot was extremely excited, and kept urging the cavalry to speed up, and the caravan in front of him was very fast at the beginning of the flight, and after a period of chase, the speed was obviously decreasing, although they kept abandoning their belongings, but to no avail, just like the antelope that he often hunted, it was destined to not escape his clutches.

Judging from the parcels scattered on the ground, these merchants carried a large amount of gold and silver, which undoubtedly stabbed the bloodthirsty warriors of Tibet even more.

Luck really favored the Tibetans, and the fleeing caravan seemed to be unable to run, and its speed gradually slowed down, and the distance between the two sides was further reduced, and with a little more effort, they could enter the range of the horn bow in their hands.

The joy of the candle dragon Kampot was only a moment, the smile froze on his face, and he suddenly noticed that a black line suddenly "grew" in front of the caravan, yes, it grew, and the two infantry phalanxes suddenly stood up from the knee-high grass! The lineup is tight, and at a glance you know that it is a well-trained army.

The "caravan" slowed down through the gap between the two infantry phalanxes. The panicked Tibetan cavalry also slowed down and stopped hundreds of infantry formations, waiting for the order of the commander-in-chief.

"Ambush! Trap! ”

The heart of the candle dragon Kampot sank. The first ambush appeared to be about 3,000 men, tightly formed, with spears and wooden platoons, which could completely withstand the onslaught of the light cavalry.

The candle dragon Kampot was not worried about the large number of infantry in front of him, and those who were well-equipped and well-organized could not threaten his two-horse light horse. However, he was faintly worried about the unknown enemy, how many troops they had, and whether they had cavalry. Supposedly, since the enemy had set up a trap to lure him, it was impossible to arrange only an infantry without offensive force here.

Hesitation put the Tubo people in a situation from which they could never recover.

The candle dragon Kampot's thoughts were not finished, and the sound of horses' hooves rumbling came from its right flank, and listening to the momentum, there were at least five thousand horsemen.

"No way, there can't be such a powerful cavalry here!"

This was the first reaction of the candle dragon Kampot. A few years ago, he passed through here with his army, and he was well aware of the situation in the area. No tribe other than the Turgish was so powerful. It was on the basis of this realization that Zamp was relieved to send only 1,200 cavalry as an escort force.

Regardless of whether the candle dragon Kampot figured it out or not, thousands of horsemen were still realistically displayed on his flanks, charging at him with great vigour.

"Turn around, retreat quickly, protect the princess!"

The candle dragon Kampot finally woke up. In fact, he only had this way to retreat, Zi Zihe was blocking his left flank, in front of him was a phalanx of infantry with black pressure, and on the right flank was several times his cavalry.

If Zi Zihe is sentient, she will definitely feel that fate 'gets' people. The Tibetan cavalry, which was still a pursuer and hunter just now, instantly became the target of hunting.

Although the Tibetan light cavalry was a pair of horses, after all, a lot of horsepower had been consumed before this, and the ambushers who were waiting for their work were obviously faster than the fleeing Tibetans, and they also took the lead, and the Tibetans went from a stop to turning the horse's head and then accelerating, and this process 'waved' wasted precious escape time. To make matters worse, fleeing was inevitably accompanied by panic, which was fatal to the Tibetans.

Among the chasing soldiers, the one who took the lead was Li Huaitang, who rode a bloody horse. With the combination of flying eagle and white 'jade' claws, Li Huaitang arranged the lure and ambush quite calmly, and the Tubo people easily fell into the trap designed by the 'spirit'. It's no wonder that for the sake of secrecy, Li Huaitang even canceled the Eagle Rider Scout, so along the way, the Tubo people didn't find anything abnormal.

The Tang knife in Li Huaitang's hand was first full of the blood of a Tubo centurion who was not self-sufficient and 'desired' His Royal Highness. Then, the Eagle Cavalry, the Khan and Blood Cavalry Knights who followed Li Huaitang also had results.

Although the war horses of the Tibetans are also good, they are still difficult to match the sweat and blood horses, and what is even more terrifying is that half of the eagle horses are also equipped with indestructible Damascus knives. If sweat and blood ride like a wind, then Tubo riding is like a leaf in autumn, the wind passes through the leaves and falls, and it is simply neat.

For the first time, the knights of the Eagle Cavalry felt that harvesting life was so pleasant, relying on the speed of the sweat and blood riding under the seat, catching up from the side, one by one, and then detached, vacating the attack position for the subsequent robes, and the Tubo cavalry who only cared about fleeing for their lives had no strength to fight back at all, and in the blink of an eye, the Tubo cavalry fell hundreds of soldiers.

In order to capture as many precious war horses as possible, Li Huaitang gave up riding and shooting, and the scimitar was enough to deal with the fleeing enemy who had lost his courage. Under the sun, the dazzling scimitars flew and slashed towards the slightly backward Tibetan cavalry, and one by one the knights who were cut down let out a scream of pain, and then fell off their horses, except for the one or two swords, those who were injured were quickly ended by countless heavy hooves. Most of the rest of the pursuers watched the eagle knights enjoy the results of the battle alone, and they didn't have time to envy or complain, only by concentrating on speeding up, could they hope to snatch some scraps from the corners of the sweaty and bloody horses' mouths. When they caught up from behind, the Tibetan cavalry tasted the taste of the house leak and the overnight rain, and the whole army was wiped out in a breath......

If there is a regret about taking the 'medicine', the candle dragon Kampot will definitely swallow it without hesitation. The screams were like sharp knives slashing at his heart, those were all the 'elites' of a hundred battles, but they died like this, not even as good as a lamb, if they knew so, it was better to fight the enemy to the death, maybe they could be put to death and reborn. Unfortunately, it was too late, because of his poor command, and six hundred warriors were to die here. The candle dragon Kampot closed his eyes in pain, his ears automatically filtering the sound of death coming from behind him.

Dolma hurried through the valley of Mount Alai to see how many surprises her guards had brought her, but she was disappointed, not strictly speaking, not disappointed, but panicked.

The identities of the wolf and the sheep had been changed, and the guard general Candle Dragon Kampot led the chatting horses to run wildly, and behind them, smoke and dust billowed and the sound of horses' hooves shook the heavens and the earth.

"Back off, back into the mountain road."

Mo Lobsang shouted anxiously.

In the face of the onslaught of thousands of cavalry, the exhausted Tibetans believed their instincts and turned to find a way to hope, while silently begging their fellow citizens behind them to buy them time.

If you want to escape, someone has to pay the price. At the critical moment, Zhuoma saw a centurion beside him, Dabu Chiqiong.

"You, Dabu Chiqiong, are now the commander of a thousand commanders, and immediately bring me five hundred horsemen to turn back and block the enemy." Dolma pointed at Dabu Chiqiong and gave the order unceremoniously.

"Yes! Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

Dabu Chiqiong did not hesitate, he pulled out his scimitar without hesitation, knocked the top of the two panicked cavalrymen beside him with the back of the knife, and roared loudly: "The warriors of the Great Tibet, all follow me, it is our honor to protect the princess!" ”

After all, it was an 'elite' army, and under the encouragement of Dabu Chiqiong, the panic of the cavalry was contained to a certain extent, and their courage was slowly restored, and the heads of the horses turned to meet the enemy.

"For the princess, for the sake of Tibet, kill!" Five hundred cavalrymen raised their scimitars and rushed towards the enemy with a feat that almost moths to the fire.

The remaining hundred or so knights escorted the princess and fled in panic, and on the narrow mountain road, the Tibetans and slaves were huddled together. Zhuoma complained bitterly, and the booty that had made her happy before this, a large herd of cattle and sheep and 'female' slaves, had now become a burden to her, and the more than 2,000 slaves accompanying her in the team added to the level of 'chaos' and 'chaos'.

"Kill me, cut down all the people who block the way!" Dolma, who jumped off the shelf, gave the order decisively and cold-bloodedly.

The Tibetan soldiers had long wanted to kill people, but they didn't dare to act because such slaves were the 'private' property of the princess. The princess's order freed them from the shackles in their hearts, and the bloodthirsty scimitar couldn't wait to raise it and slash at the crowd that stood in front of them. In an instant, dozens of unarmed slaves fell on the mountain road, and a blood path was opened.

Dolma hurriedly followed the soldiers who were opening the way with their swords, and hurriedly walked between the corpses and blood, and from time to time he turned back to look at the enemy cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

"Don't let them run, drive the cattle and sheep over!" Among the slaves, a voice of grief and indignation sounded.

As several nearby slaves responded, more and more cattle and sheep were driven over, blocking the escape roads of the Tibetans.

Dolma was annoyed and angry: "Release the arrows, release the arrows to me, and kill those cheap slaves!" ”

In the face of countless cattle and sheep, the Tubo soldiers suddenly woke up, took off the horned bows on their saddles, and aimed their bows and arrows at those slaves.

The sound of bowstrings sounded in a concentrated manner, and the sound of bows and arrows piercing the air 'stirred' everyone's ears, and the slaves instinctively avoided it, only to find themselves and those around them safe and sound.

The one who fell from the arrow was the Tibetan soldier who was about to bend his bow and release the arrow!

At this time, everyone noticed that on the steep cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, hundreds of crossbowmen stood at some point, condescendingly firing arrows at the Tibetan soldiers on the mountain road. The Tibetan soldiers, like rabbits with nowhere to hide, were 'shot' to the ground one by one.

"It's over!" Mo Lobsang felt his own heart sinking into a bottomless abyss. Step by step, this mysterious group of powerful enemies led their group into a trap, and the strong archers on the cliff set up an ambush at the end of the mountain path, patiently waiting for the enemy who had lost their vigilance to pass through, and then closing the 'door', with the intention of annihilating them all.

Molobsang looked back in despair, the battle behind him was over, and the iron hooves of the pursuers were close at hand...... Please keep in mind the URL, if you like "War Owl in Tang" written by the wolf under the moon