When he received the news a few days ago, Xi Dongzan didn't think it was serious, he thought that with Shang Jiezan in charge, and a large number of local defenders, unless the Tang brigade came to attack, it was impossible for anything to happen.

If a large group of people from the Tang Dynasty appeared in He Bolao City, why would they still fight him in Poyichuan?

According to his understanding, Shang Jiezan was a cautious man, and the reason why he sent someone to deliver the letter was mostly to let himself know what had happened, and when the messenger arrived, a fire had just broken out in the city, so there was no hard and fast rule on whether or not to return to the division and when to return to the division, and the facts also proved his judgment, and since then, no new news has been received.

In this way, Xi Dongzan will of course think that the matter is not big, and Shang Jiezan has already controlled the situation.

However, when their whole army turned into the valley of the Sgar River and entered this small plain, they were at once stunned by what they saw.

It is said that it is a plain, but in fact, this area still has a certain slope, and the original large and small houses are built along the river, forming a patchwork of buildings, and around the center is the original Bolu Palace, his new official residence.

But now, the round tower-shaped house has disappeared, and puffs of smoke have emerged from the countless gray ruins, and the clear river water in the distance cannot see its original color at all, and the clouds in the sky are like clumps of black charcoal, and there are a kind of fine particles like catkins floating everywhere in the air, and you can still smell the smell of burning when you breathe.

What kind of fire burned a city to ruins? And who can escape from such a fire? Didn't they send the news because they were all in flames? Xi Dongzan felt a wave of suspense in his head, and had to struggle to balance his body to prevent falling off the horse.

"Ahh

With a terrible shout, there were bursts of mourning in all directions, and those local foot soldiers who fled back from Po Yi Chuan suddenly saw that their homes were gone, and their relatives were likely to be buried in the fire, where could they still support it, and the cries quickly spread, and they spread all over the army at once.

At this moment, even Xi Dongzan, who had always looked down on these Bolu people, felt compassion, after all, logically speaking, these were the people under his rule.

What to do? A dilemma was placed in front of him, it would take time to figure out the truth of the matter, especially to find Shang Jiezan's whereabouts, but Tang Ren followed closely behind, knowing that this was the result, he would definitely not have been delayed in Po Yichuan for so long.

As a Tibetan warrior, the most important emotion is regret, Xi Dongzan suppressed the small fluctuation in his heart, and turned his head without hesitation.

"Send someone to tell them that the fire was set by the Tang people, and the Tang people not only burned their relatives to death, but also killed them, occupied their land, robbed their belongings, and wanted revenge, so they stayed and fought with the Tang people, and even if they died, the gods would bless them, so go."

The agitation of the Tibetans was very effective, no one saw all this with their own eyes, and they could remain indifferent, these foot soldiers who had fled for a day and a night immediately gathered together with red eyes, and even those who lost their weapons along the way picked up a stone and made a desperate stance.

And Xi Dongzan quietly led his people to continue to move forward, He Bolao City has been destroyed, and there is no need for him to stay here, as for whether these Bolu people can stop the footsteps of the Tang people? It didn't matter, the more the natives died, the deeper the hatred with the Tang people became, and for a moment, he was even a little grateful to the guy who set the fire to achieve what he wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

After about a moment's journey, Yang Pre-Division's department became more and more cautious, because he knew that it was not far from He Bolao City, and this river valley was different from the previous one, and there was enough room for detours, so he slowly turned the team from an elongated vertical column into a scattered sidewalk, trying to take care of a larger area.

"If you encounter an enemy in front of you, change horses."

Soon, the fleeing enemy foot soldiers appeared in their field of vision, and Yang Yu did not hesitate to make a gesture to change horses, and at the same time reined in his mount and jumped off the back of the sweaty horse.

Quickly untying the rope connecting the two horses, he turned over and stepped on the leather pedal and jumped on the horse's back, in this era, the iron triangle pedal has not yet been introduced, but this kind of soft pedal, for light riding, is enough.

Beneath him was a three-year-old stallion of just adulthood, who had not yet been gelding, and whose temperament was a little violent, and who snorted unsatisfactorily at the time that someone rode up, and snorted heavily, and kicked his hooves restlessly a few times, and was about to run away, and his neck tightened, and he neighed at all, and was frozen there at once.

Yang pre-untied the hard bow on his back, let go of the frontier rope, stretched out his hand behind him, and accurately held the two feather arrows in his hands, and at the same time clamped the horse's belly with his legs.

In just an instant, his team completed the preparation for changing horses and receiving the enemy, most of them were like him, ready to give the enemy the first round of blows with a riding bow, and the Han people of this era, known for their bravery, often added a "good riding and archery" evaluation, and in another two hundred years, the meaning of this "riding and archery" will be separated, and it will become horseback riding and archery.

At least in the eleventh year of Tianbao, it is not the patent of the grassland men to open the bow immediately, or even their strength!

Less than two hundred steps, for a fast horse, it is three or five breaths, and after two breaths, Yang Yu has already aimed at his first prey, and he adjusts his breath on the bumpy horse's back, only waiting for the next ups and downs to come.

"Whew!"

About eighty paces away, he fired his first arrow, which plunged into the back of one of the foot soldiers, sending him to the ground.

When he shot the second target, his horse stepped over the body that had fallen to the ground, this time only thirty paces, almost on the back.

It was only in this case of pursuit that they could be allowed to shoot two arrows, and Yang immediately put the hard bow on his body after firing, and at the same time stretched out his foot and hooked a large spear hanging on the iron hook into his hand.

At this time, his horse body had become the most prominent one of the whole team, and behind him was his banner, fifty of his men, like a pair of wings, spread out to the two wings, and the whole formation, like a bird of prey that pounced on its prey, drove the rout all over the mountains and fields, and rushed in the direction of the city of Hebolao.

Killing is not the goal, creating panic and keeping them in a state of rout is the key to being able to continue to hunt and kill.