Chapter 284: The Tubo People Are Desperate!

A bloody battle is about to break out, and the horns of the attacking and defending sides are of different lengths and rhythms, and the horns and horns of different rhythms are vying to echo in the valley, urging the pace of attack and inspiring confidence in victory.

Li Huaitang frowned and looked at the Tubo army down the slope, it seems that the war does make people grow, presumably the Tubo people have suffered a lot in front of the crossbow array of the Tang army, and I don't know how much blood has been shed in exchange for this lesson.

The pace of the Tibetan army's attack is not fast, there are gains and losses, the giant shield can provide protection, but it also slows down the speed of advance, the slow-moving target is undoubtedly the best target of the strong crossbow, however, Li Huaitang stopped Gongsun Wenyuan's impulse to release the arrow, in the maximum 'shooting' range of the foot crossbow, the kinetic energy of the crossbow arrow is not enough to penetrate the giant shield above the head of the Tubo army.

The two sides were competing for patience, and the Tibetan army moved cautiously, waiting for the boots that could kill to fall on top of their heads. And Li Huaitang on the gentle slope was also very calm, the strong crossbowmen had already arrowed into the groove, and the strings were tight, but they couldn't bear it. Li Huaitang really wanted to see how long these Tubo people could hold on to such a heavy shield platoon.

Sure enough, the embarrassment of the Tibetan army was revealed at the bottom of the slope, and it was a stupid thing to climb the slope with a huge shield, and the physical strength was consumed on the road, and there was no need to fight in the upcoming 'hand-to-hand' combat, they did not think that the defenders were humble gentlemen, and they would wait for them to catch their breath before issuing a polite invitation to fight.

"Put!"

At the same time that the Tubo army in the front row threw down the huge shield, Li Huaitang ordered the crossbowmen to 'shoot'. The stout bowstring of the foot crossbow was plucked sharply, and the aftermath was humming, like the flying arrows of locusts leaving a seemingly unprecedented trajectory in mid-air, and fiercely plunged into the formation of the Tubo people who had just taken the step of charging, and the first 'wave' was composed of thousands of people, and the attack 'wave' was like a turbulent sea 'wave' encountered an obstacle, and the momentum was contained, and countless gaps suddenly appeared in the thick 'wave' head, and the splashed blood was like a 'wave' sprinkled in the air with a red 'color', 'wave' and 'flower', and the wailing and screaming was the noise of 'wave' rising and 'wave' extinguishing. In the blink of an eye, nearly 300 lives were lost.

Seeing this, Murong Xibo decisively ordered all the soldiers to abandon their heavy shields and swarm forward. No one doubted the correctness of this command, the interval between the 'fire' of the crossbow was long, and the gap before the second round of arrow rain arrived was a rare opportunity for the attacker to safely cross the ghost 'gate'. As soon as the horn of the command was raised, all the Tibetan troops involved in the attack threw away the wooden shields that affected their charging speed, and ran as fast as they could, and no one wanted to stay in the area where the Grim Reaper wandered for even a short quarter of an hour.

The crossbow array is once again in full swing. This time, on the gentle slope, it was the arm open crossbow that spoke, and thousands of crossbow arrows were used as hoods to cover the 'chaotic' Tuyuhun people's array, and the arrow rain fell, and hundreds of people were killed and wounded. The frequency of crossbow arrows was low, but the Tubo army that ran forward still gave the strong crossbowmen a second chance to greet them, and the two rounds of crossbow arrows at least made Murong Xibo lose a complete team of 1,000 people.

Murong Xibo personally climbed the gentle slope to urge the soldiers under his command to fight, and the candle dragon Mangbu gave him a death order, either the enemy fell, or he was finished, the military order of the Tubo army was extremely strict, and cruel, and those in the upper position such as Murong Xibo would not escape death if he violated the order. It is natural and normal, the threat of death is contagious layer by layer among the Tuyuhun 10,000 people, and the soldiers under the command of Murong Xibo are forced to break out.

Wei Anguo was quite excited, it was the first time he had seen so many enemies, oh no, it should be said that it was in exchange for the head of the shining silver star. The first 'wave' of hundreds of Tubo troops that collided with him was almost wiped out with only three thrusts. The Tubo people don't seem to know what death is, they go forward one after another, the moths fight the fire, and the second 'wave' of the attacking soldiers raise their spears and rush blatantly, competing with the Ningyuan Wu cavalry to compete with the spear skills, but unfortunately, the Tubo army sadly found that the spears in their hands are much shorter than their opponents, and the gap is life.

Death could not stop the offensive of the Tubo army, and the Tubo army that came in the 'tide' was like an onion, stripped off by the spears of the soldiers of the Wucai Army, and there was another layer, layer upon layer endlessly. In front of the shield wall, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and gradually built up the ladder for the Tubo army to continue to advance......

At this time, the strong crossbowmen of the Warrior Cavalry had abandoned their crossbows and replaced them with longbows, frantically creating a rain of arrows to envelop the enemy on the gentle slope.

On the gentle slope, the 'waves' of the Tubo army that followed up were magnificent and dense, like the earth-shattering 'waves' under the storm, and slapped towards the giant shield array of the Wucai army one after another. The crossbowmen knew that once the Giant Shield Array was breached, they would most likely face total annihilation. The attackers and defenders are red-eyed, fighting between survival and destruction.

The Tubo army had no way to retreat, their main general with his own soldiers was behind them, and the head fell to the ground with a slight hesitation, and all the soldiers who participated in the attack did not dare to stop, shouting one after another, braving the rain of arrows overhead, and impacting the giant shield array at the cost of their lives.

"Kill!" Wei Anguo's spear thrusted in his hand, and a Tuyuhun who tried to cross the shield wall was pierced through his abdomen and flung horizontally.

As more and more corpses piled up in front of the shield wall, the effect of the shield wall slowly weakened, and the brave Tuyuhun warriors who were 'forced' to erupt tried to jump over the shield wall, ignoring the shining tip of the spear.

Because of the continuous assassination, the weight of the end of the spear made Wei Anguo's arms sore, and a large amount of blood was left along the barrel of the spear, staining Wei Anguo's hands, and the barrel of the spear became slippery, making it difficult for him to hold tightly, and finally, when piercing and killing the sixth enemy, the spear fell. The brief gap was seized by the Tuyuhun warriors, and the two agile soldiers quickly jumped over the shield wall and slashed at Wei Anguo with their swords. Wei Anguo didn't have time to pick up the spear that fell to the ground, and casually drew his saber to fight. Similar situations abound, and there are more and more Tuyuhun people who have broken through into the giant shield array.

Not only that, but the situation is getting worse. As the horns of another attack in the Tibetan camp sounded, 3,000 Tuyuhun knights galloped down the gentle slope, dismounted and held their bows, and carried out indiscriminate covering and throwing 'shots' behind the shield wall.

The Tuyuhun people were depressed again, in their eyes, the horse bandits' equipment was 'fine', completely surpassing them, not only in terms of weapons, but also in the armor on their bodies.

The two Tuyuhun warriors who fought against Wei Anguo were soldiers of a hundred battles, and the two cooperated tacitly, and slashed Wei Anguo several times, but it was the two of them who were injured.

Wei Anguo stared confidently at the two enemies, the scimitar in his hand was still dripping blood, one left a trace of the visit in front of the enemy's 'chest', the other enemy's arm was cut off with one knife, and he was also slashed several times, but the solid cotton armor blocked the blade for him. Every time he was stabbed, it was an opportunity to fight back, and the enemy was slashed by him in shock. For the first time, the Tuyuhun warriors were afraid, in terms of scimitar martial arts, Wei Anguo was not their opponent, but in terms of invulnerability, they were not qualified to compare.

Under the pressure of Wei Anguo's step-by-step, the two Tuyuhun warriors hesitated to retreat, and suddenly, several feather arrows flew from behind them, helping them solve their embarrassment, before falling, they sadly found that the opponent's body was also 'inserted' with two feather arrows, the arrow shaft was still shaking and shaking, the opponent contemptuously flicked his hand, and the two feather arrows fell to the ground.

"How is that possible?"

This is what most of the dead Tuyuhun people think when they are dying.

Excellent equipment, favorable terrain, and well-trained formations enabled the Ningyuan cavalry to resist the frenzied attacks of the Tibetans with a numerical inferiority. But at the same time, the soldiers of the armed cavalry also suffered huge casualties, and the cotton armor could not protect the face, neck and neck, and could not protect the hands and feet. With the breakthrough of the giant shield array, the huge advantage of the Wucai army was no longer there, and for every two Tuyuhun people fell, one Wucai soldier fell to the ground or was wounded.

The crossbowmen were divided into two groups, the crossbowmen with open arms to deal with the enemy archers at the bottom of the gentle slope, and the crossbowmen who stepped on the crossbowmen gave up the strong crossbows that were too slow to 'fire' and used longbows to support the guards. The fierce battle situation was stalemate and stalemate, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Li Huaitang resisted the idea of joining the 'melee' war, and his sharp eyes were searching, looking for the fatality of the Tubo army. There must be a reason why the Tubo army is so desperate, and there is no need to study the reason for the time being. It is impossible for people's thoughts to be highly consistent, and the desperate efforts of the soldiers must be the embodiment of the will of the supreme general. Li Huaitang didn't believe that in front of the terrifying crossbow array and gun and shield array, the soldiers of the Tubo army could see death as if they were at home without fear of 'lust', and what Li Huaitang wanted to find was the source of the enemy's will.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and through the 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' crowd, Li Huaitang saw a vision. One hundred and ten paces away from the previous shield array, on the edge of a boulder, a group of people vigilantly surrounded a general, driving the soldiers of the Tubo army into the fierce front.

"Gongsun Wenyuan!" Li Huaitang shouted excitedly.

Sniping valuable targets is a familiar thing for Gongsun Wenyuan. Under the leadership of Gongsun Wenyuan, they lined up to stand at the commanding heights of the double 'wave' peak, their eyes focused through Wangshan, and the crossbow arrows in their hands were ready to be fired.

Within a distance of 100 paces, the horizontal 'shooting' of the arm crossbow is amazingly powerful, and the accuracy is also quite high. Murong Xibo was hit by several arrows without warning, and the heart-piercing arrow knocked him down fiercely, nailed on his back on the gentle slope, the look of desire for victory was still 'revealed' in his dead eyes, a smile condensed on his face, everything was telling people that death came unusually suddenly.

The candle dragon mangbu who had been watching the battle nervously was sweating in his palms, and with more strength, the balance of both sides could be broken, and the balance of victory would fall in favor of the Tubo people, but because of the death of Murong Xibo, the form took a sharp turn. The experienced Candle Dragon Mangbuzhi sounded the horn of the whole attack in time, and threw Berenzan's reserve army into the attacking force, injecting a boost into the panicked and retreating Tuyuhun soldiers.

"The Tibetan people are desperate!"

Li Huaitang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and thousands of knights rolled closer, driving the retreating Tuyuhun soldiers forward again.

Li Huaitang frowned, and wondered in his heart: I am not strong against their princess? However, what kind of 'medicine' did the Tibetan people take, and they actually fought a decisive battle with the tragedy of the fish dying and the net being broken? Please keep in mind the URL, if you like "War Owl in Tang" written by the wolf under the moon