", the captives are going to fight hard, but how can they be good?" I don't know when, Yang Pre stood beside Tian Zhen, staring, his face full of unwillingness.

The situation on the other side is in the eyes of Tian Zhen and them, but now in addition to long-range support, there is no other support at all, anyone can see that their small team can withstand this attack, it is already the limit, and another team of 1,000 people is afraid that it will not be able to hold on.

Not to mention, there are still a full 3,000 Tibetan cavalry behind!

Desperate situation, this is a desperate situation with no way out, not only Yang Zhen thinks so, not only Tian Zhen thinks so, even Yang He, the guard of Khotan, has no heart to teach his son, and stares at the other side without saying a word.

An arrow is only a hundred steps away, and you can only watch your comrades being killed by the enemy on the spot? No one has a taste in their hearts, but what do they do?

Tian Zhen listened to the devastating horn sound, and his eyes seemed to be on fire, every Tang soldier there was his sibling, not to mention, there was a capable apprentice.

He was repentant, why, he didn't cross the river first, even if he died in battle, it was better to be with them, than to suffer here, the long horn sounded, and suddenly reminded him that we can lose our lives, but we can't lose our momentum.

"Where's the wrestler, are they all fucking dead?"

With his roar, the military wrestlers hurriedly pulled up the drum rack, a double-layer cowhide masked drum that was one person high, and each side was supported by three or four giant men with tall stature and arms thicker than the waist of ordinary children, and these people had a large wooden mallet pinned to their waists, and several people moved the drum rack down with their hands and feet, and then shouted in unison, lifted the big drum up, and placed it in the wooden trough.

Such a big drum, in the front army, there are a total of eight sides.

The Tang army squad opposite the Poyi River had no way to put out a complete three formations, so they could only combine them to form a reinforced anti-cavalry formation of about 100 people, because for them, the light foot soldiers of about 1,000 people were far less threatening than the 3,000 Tubo cavalry behind.

Aggressively commanded his small team, shrunk up, Fang Cai's attack, they were isolated behind the formation of the Tang people, the casualties were not too large, but more than a dozen people fell, the other side also had archers, when approaching the attack, no one could completely avoid the arrows.

Now that the formation of the Tang people has shrunk, the range of protection has become smaller, and the archers behind them have of course changed their formations, and under the current situation, the wounded can only be placed behind, do a simple bandage, and can be called "brave" if they can bear it without humming.

Compared to the Tang people in front, it is nothing.

Around their small formation, there were corpses of fallen Tibetan foot soldiers everywhere, and they could even recognize a few colleagues who had once patrolled together at night or drank alcohol, and in just one night, they had become mortal enemies.

Perhaps he would be like them, a corpse on the riverbank, and he dismissed his distractions and called out to his men.

"Move fast, collect more arrows, and they're coming."

This is also a helpless thing, things happened in a hurry, when they were patrolling the night, they only carried a quiver on their bodies, and they didn't even have the kung fu to go back to the camp to get it, and the Tubo people killed in front of them, and a quiver only had thirty arrows, which could play a limited role.

Fortunately, the other party used the same kind of arrows as them, and even if the arrows were broken, it was better than useless, so they even pulled out the arrows that were stuck in the corpses, and inserted the bloodstained feathered arrows into their bags, waiting for the enemy to pounce again.

At the moment when they were collecting arrows, the formation of the Tang people had been arranged, in this case, it was no longer meaningful to arrange a team deputy at the end, because they had nowhere to escape, several team leaders and team assistants were all arranged in front, with spears, swords and shields behind them, forming a sharper edge.

At the tip of this front, standing is the best skilled veteran Zhang Wuprice, Liu Ji has insisted for a long time before, and now it is not suitable to continue to be the head of the team, he himself knows that he has not persevered.

However, he didn't rest, he just stuck the Mo knife behind the formation, and surrounded this small formation, talking with a relaxed expression as he walked.

"Xu Bangzi, you are fucking embarrassed to say, why does Lao Tzu look down on you, only killed a few captives, and gasped like a dog, you look at the brothers who came with us, people ploughed over the snowy mountains and crossed the grassland, there was a siege in front of the chase and a blockade in the back, and now the waist is still straight, you can compare?"

Xu Guangjing was scolded bloody, but he was grinning on his face, and muttered in a low voice: "Who is the coward, you see the real chapter under your hands, it is obvious that you don't want it, but you say something cheap......"

His voice was neither high nor low, just enough to be heard by Liu Ji, and before he finished speaking, he caught a touch on his leg and swallowed the words behind him into his stomach.

"Say what?"

"If you return to the master, if you don't call Xu Bangzi, whoever calls you a mallet will not be right."

As soon as the words came out, the hall burst into laughter, and even Zhang Wuxuan, who had never been easy to move, couldn't help laughing, of course he knew that the two were acting, in order to loosen the tight string of the brothers a little, because next, there would be a more brutal battle, maybe the last battle.

This truth, as veterans, they are very clear, but it is clear that when anyone is really facing a desperate situation, it is false to say that they don't care, survival is human instinct, but where is their way of life?

And at this moment, the undisguised arrogant expression on the face of the young warlord gave them the illusion that he was just a team of top soldiers, and there was a large group of men and horses behind.

This would have been true, if there was no Po Yi River in between.

Soon, their laughter stopped abruptly in a hurried horn sound, and Liu Ji still had the same expression, and patted the shoulder armor of one of his subordinates indifferently.

"The captives are very understanding, and they are here to send off their heads again, after this battle is fought, our first work in crossing the river is ironclad, and no one can snatch it away."

As he spoke, he raised his voice so that his voice reached the ears of each of his men.

"At the moment of such a great achievement, no one is allowed to die in a hurry, brothers, give our court, save some mercy and reward, we want money, and we must come from the Tubo people, defeat them, the land of Bolu, let us take what we want, the Tubo people have been operating for thirty years, what a lot of money, we must survive."

Wealth is moving, even if death is imminent, no one does not want to have a thought, just at this time, there is a passionate drum beat behind him, which suddenly overwhelms the horn of the Tubo people.

"Knock, ......knock,

The rhythm is getting faster and faster, more and more urgent, and finally it is connected, this kind of voice, all the Tang sergeants are extremely familiar, they are advancing when they hear the drums, there is death and no life, their own comrades, are using this way, seeing them off.

At this moment, all the soldiers of the Tang Army, regardless of veteran soldiers and new soldiers, raised their heads, clenched the swords and guns in their hands, and waited for the moment when they threw away their heads and stained the earth with blood.

And in front of them, countless Tibetan foot soldiers, holding torches high, rushed out of the darkness with a shout, like a red fire forest.

This is a new force, which has the momentum to drive the Tang people down the river in one fell swoop, and it will not die.