The iron hooves thundered, the horn sounded suddenly, Yang Yu had already rushed through the distance of about 100 steps, the horse speed was raised in an instant, and the whirring wind swept across his face, making him feel the familiar battle intent.

The enemy camp in front of them was crowded, could it be that someone found out? At this moment, there was no time to care, and with the sprint of the war horse, he straightened up on the horse's back, flattened the lance, and a small tent was already in front of him.

The lance did not stab anything, and the galloping horse knocked down the tent with great speed, and the horse's hooves, which were the thickness of the bowl, and the iron palms embedded in it, fell heavily, and only a few cracks of tendons could be heard, and then they were drowned by the tide of people.

As the distance approached, these Tubo people became clearer and clearer in Yang Yu's eyes, the frightened expressions on their faces were exactly the same as those rescued slaves, a cruel smile floated on his face, his arms continued to strengthen, and he steadily leveled the long lance, the tip of the lance trembled slightly in the high-speed movement, and the bright sharp edge was like a bright glow, flashing the eyes of every Tubo person.

It was the last thing they saw before they died.

"Bang"

The galloping horses crashed into the crowd, and the few Tibetans in the front of the block flew up like confetti, and the lance easily tore through their armor, and then drilled out from behind, piercing into the body of another person.

Soon, one hand could no longer bear the weight, Yang pre-let go of the reins, picked up the lance with both hands, and swung it outward, the toughness of the lance almost bent into a bow, bounced out the human body strung on it, and fell heavily in the crowd.

Because of the collision, the horse's speed slowed down slightly, and there were more and more people in his way, most of them were not wearing armor, and they didn't even hold a weapon, and the long lance drew an oval-shaped arc in his hand, and the blood flowers bloomed in the crowd, accompanied by the wails one after another, echoing in the camp of the Tibetans.

Behind him, nineteen wanderers cut into the camp that was still in chaos like him in the gap between the two horse bodies, because the direction of their attack was along the river valley, just forming an unrelated angle with the mountain people, and the blows in both directions completely led to the collapse of the periphery, and countless routs were driven to the center position.

The Qiankengshu, who arrived a little later, dismounted at the edge of the camp, and their joining just filled the gap left by the cavalry, and those Tubo people who had managed to escape from the hooves of their horses suddenly saw countless Tang foot soldiers, as if they had fallen into purgatory in hell, all of them had the same fate.

"Quick, rush up, don't make them stop!"

Zhang Wuyuan and the others keenly discovered this opportunity, and led the foot soldiers to rush forward desperately, although their number was not large, but it gave the Tubo people a heavier blow, because, no matter how blind they were, they could see that these people wearing red tassels and armor were not mountain people.

It's a Tang sergeant who is like a fake!

Fear spread like a plague in the camp, until the continuous sound of trumpets reminded these Tibetans that they were in the barracks, and there was a military discipline at hand, and that the cowardly would become the laughing stock of others, so that the whole family could not raise their heads.

"Attack! Send them back, and I'll see who they are. ”

These specious rumors completely angered Shang Jiexi, and he didn't have time to wait for the arrival of the rear battalion soldiers and horses, so he ordered those who had already gathered to launch an attack in the direction of the periphery, even if there were countless routs in front of him.

Because it has reached the most critical time, the Tang people in the center have an unclear attitude, and it seems that they are forming a village to protect themselves, and they must calm down the chaos as soon as possible in order to save the matter, as for what the truth is, it doesn't matter anymore.

Under his strict orders, the well-dressed Tibetan cavalry launched a counter-charge, and the routs between the two were suddenly in a state of being attacked by the enemy, and when they found that both the enemy and their own people were trampling their bodies mercilessly, the result was only one end.

There were only two or three thousand people on the periphery who had lost their restraint, and the enemy's attack had only plunged them into confusion, and only by launching a powerful counterattack could they put an end to it before the chaos spread to the entire battalion, for which they were still sacrificing those routs, who were nothing compared to the national fortunes of the Tibetans.

Yang Yu immediately felt the pressure, the rout soldiers who were driven disappeared, and the Tubo cavalry who were also armed rushed in front of him, and the heavy blunt weapons and iron spears were like an impermeable net, which made people breathless.

"Ho"

He made a sound, his legs clamped the horse's belly again, and rushed over fearlessly, and in the urgency, he avoided several knives and spears that hit the head, and sent the lance into the body of an enemy, the sharp tip of the lance broke through the iron armor, and then his hand was light, and the war horse rushed through the narrow gap, and he felt that there were a lot of sore spots on his body, and there were too many enemies to avoid at all.

Before he had time to breathe, another wave of enemies rushed up, Yang prep carried the blood-dripping lance, controlled the horse purely with his legs, and the mount under his crotch let out a heavy snort, following the master's will, and rushed towards the swarming enemies.

"Qiang"

Gold and iron intersected, flashing a dazzling spark in the night sky, the person who came was a good hand, and actually blocked his long lance, Yang didn't have time to withdraw his hand, and lowered his head shortly, avoiding the straight knife swung from the other side, but the horse under the crotch suddenly stumbled, fell forward suddenly, and turned him over.

Yang Yu fell heavily to the ground, the lance came out of his hand, his whole body was like falling apart, he couldn't gather his strength, and he saw that the overlapping people and horses were coming, and next, would he become a puddle of meat mud? He was a little unwilling.

"Pre-Lang-kun!"

"Help!"

A few Chinese words suddenly sounded, and a bright white sword light covered his surroundings, Yang Yu let out a sigh, and then, his body was pulled up.

"Does it matter?" Zhang Wuyuan withdrew the knife and asked without looking back.

"Help so-and-so grab a horse."

He looked left and right, and nearly a hundred Tang foot soldiers formed a hedgehog-like formation, containing the counterattack of the Tubo people.

Hearing his answer, Zhang Wuxuan knew that the injury was not fatal, and slashed out with his backhand, forcing a nearby Tubo cavalry to retreat.

"Let's be too abrupt, let's kill it first, and then make a plan."

Yang Yu didn't insist anymore, their number was too small, and they were originally planned to attack and harass instead of desperately before the war, and they all blamed themselves for being able to kill, and they forgot about it for a while.

This small formation was constantly moving through the Tibetan camp, and their swift assault attracted most of the enemy's attention, and at the same time rescued the few remaining wanderers, and by the time Shang Jiexi realized that something was wrong, the mountaineers painted with oil paint had already rushed closer.

"What about the back camp, why haven't you come up yet?" He asked angrily.

No one could answer, and under the desperate pull of the guards, he had to leave his current position to join up with the front troops who were entangled with the Tang, and in any case, they had driven the Tang people out, and this result at least showed that the number of enemies would not be too large.

It didn't take long for those mountain people to approach the center of the camp, the Tang envoys who were protected by the soldiers and horses of the North Garden.

Right there.