Chapter 225: The Brave Wins When They Meet on a Narrow Road

Ice and snow, hidden edge, close at hand, thousands of troops hidden, undressed, open chest, hand-to-hand bravery, chasing the soul unstoppable.

Wang Juan really didn't expect that after the Tubo army passed, what followed was not a reserve army that specialized in refueling tactics at key points, but a grain and grass escort team.

If this is let go, then she will be as stupid as Guo Tu, in fact, Guo Tu now knows that he has to fight, 10,000 people against 4,000 people, and if he doesn't dare to do it, he doesn't need to lead the troops.

One step ahead of the discovery of the Tubo escort of grain and grass, Wang Juan immediately began to arrange, all the people drank the last bit of wine, untied their clothes and put them under their bodies, and lay motionless on them waiting for the four thousand people to come.

The people who took off their clothes were all the people Guo Tu originally brought, and the people in the logistics battalion were still wearing clothes, and they couldn't take them off, and they would have to take the lead when the meeting came.

From the scouts sent out to find 4,000 Tibetans, to the arrival of the Tibetans, they waited for half an hour, that is, an hour, and more than 10,000 people were lying on their stomachs, gritting their teeth and enduring the cold, just to launch a surprise attack.

"Listen to my orders, the logistics battalion will move first, the crossbowmen will immediately follow and suppress, and when the sword and gun team charges, the bow and crossbow attack will push forward, and if you win, you will have everything, and you will prepare."

Wang Juan conveyed the orders one by one, took out the firecrackle a little nervously, and took a deep breath hard, this can be said to be the first battle she really commanded in this era, only success is allowed, and failure is not allowed.

The Tibetan people who escorted the grain and grass were also careful all the way, they knew that the most vulnerable person was their own team, and they looked around vigilantly along the way, as if there were enemies everywhere.

Some people even shoot an arrow at the roadside where people might be hiding every once in a while.

Seeing that the four thousand people were about to arrive at the ambush place, several people in the team shot arrows in their hands towards the mountain, and the others missed, but one arrow was on the shoulder of a Tang soldier.

With a pop, the soldier who had been shot opened his mouth to bite his arm, stared at him and stifled the sound he was about to shout, and let the arrow stick into his body without making any unnecessary movements.

I was able to see the soldier from Zhang Xiaobao, and secretly praised it, ready to wait for this time to reward him.

Guo Tu also took a knife at this time, he knew that he didn't have a chance to command, so he had to fight, and kill a few people no matter what, so as to exonerate himself, even if he died in battle.

The ears of the Tibetan archers were not enough to hear what the arrow had hit from a few dozen paces away, so they routinely stopped paying attention to the arrow and followed the procession.

"Kill!" Syllable.

Seeing that the enemy had arrived at the preset place, Wang Juan pulled the trigger, and the flint hit the twist and ignited, shouted a shot, and shot it below.

As the order sounded, countless disposable bazookas with long smoke tails rushed down from the mountain, exploding in the crowd, and in the boom, bows and crossbows were fired in unison, so that the people who had been vigilant were still taken by surprise.

"Kill~!" The men with knives and guns rushed over under the leadership of the logistics battalion.

Frightened by the sound of the explosion, the Tibetans hurriedly formed their own units and wanted to organize themselves to meet the enemy.

The men of the logistics battalion were the first to make contact with the other side, and when they took out their firearms twenty paces away, they fired indiscriminately, and the team that wanted to meet the enemy on the Tibetan side fell a large piece when they landed, and when they were ten steps away, they swept down another piece of arrows, and the people of the seedling protection team held a blowing fire rope in one hand and threw a grenade into the crowd with the other.

The Tibetans have no shortage of bravery, but they have never seen such a weapon, and they were beaten stupid at the first glance, and the rumbling movement was like thunder, and countless shirtless people ran down from the mountain, holding big knives or spears, and screamed and killed.

After only a short period of stunned work, the Tubo people were swept down by five or six hundred people, and when they reacted to the Tang Army, it was too late to confront, and the Tang Army, who had nothing to protect themselves, had already lost the idea of dodging and resisting in their hearts, and there was only one thought in their minds, attack, and attack again.

Zhang Xiaobao held a firearm in his hand to protect Wang Juan's side, vigilantly observing the situation on the battlefield, so as not to let Wang Juan be touched by stray arrows.

"Blow the trumpet, order the logistics battalion to rush away from the other party, the first battalion will make a detour to the left, the second battalion will be strongly interspersed, the crossbowmen will scatter, the strong bow team will prepare, the scouts will look for the enemy's command generals, sniper at a fixed point, the seven battalions will be dispatched, don't manage the war, go behind the enemy, quick, run for me, eight battalions, eight battalions support the middle, don't fall in love with the war, quickly divide and encircle, and the ten battalions will rocket and burn food."

As Wang Juan's orders were passed down one after another, all kinds of trumpets sounded over the battlefield, and the ten battalions, except for the ninth battalion, which remained by Wang Juan's side, the remaining nine battalions were all put into the battlefield.

Wang Juan held a telescope in his hand and gave orders from time to time to control the overall situation.

"Order the fourth battalion to shrink, the fifth battalion to move to the right, the crossbowmen abandon the bow, hand-to-hand combat, reinforce the fourth battalion, the scouts cooperate with the strong archers to kill the opponent's brave people, and the 123rd team of the 9th battalion will press me with a spear, pull it away horizontally, and stabilize it."

The Tubo people on the battlefield have lost the generals who command the overall situation, and they are fighting on their own, and with Wang Juan's order being conveyed, the three teams of nearly 600 people in the nine battalions have pulled out horizontally, stepped forward with guns, and let the people who want to do the last desperate death on the battlefield impact without breaking the formation, giving people the feeling that they are not moving like a mountain, and they have overwhelming the other party in momentum.

With Wang Juan's condescending dispatch, the people of Tubo were quickly divided and surrounded in panic, and the Tubo army, which was already small in number, was ambushed again, and could only rush around, as if it was surrounded by enemies, and people with armor found for the first time that armor was a burden in mountain and jungle warfare.

The people who stood on the flat ground on the road were better, and the Tubo people who tore apart and killed people on the oblique break had to try their best to maintain their balance, and there were people attacking from the front and back, left and right, and they could not form a cooperation with their own people.

"Those who can speak Tibetan dialect shout, surrender and don't kill." After looking at the battle situation and the situation that had become one-sided, Wang Juan breathed a sigh of relief.

With the shouts one after another, the Tubo people who had already lost their fighting spirit threw away their weapons and surrendered on their knees, and the remaining individual people were also killed one after another under the siege of everyone.

An ambush battle with more than one fight and few battles lasted more than half an hour from the beginning to the end, and all the Tibetan commanders and generals were killed by point shooting, and after counting the number of people, 1,000 of the 4,000-strong Tibetan army surrendered.

More than 600 Tang troops also sacrificed their precious lives and could not return to their homeland.

"The wounded are bandaged on the spot, take back their clothes and put them on, bring ten days' grain from each of the Tibetan grain and grass, burn the rest, and the Tubo people who surrendered are tied up, listen to my orders, kill!"

After the war, Wang Juan began to fit in, waiting for most things to be done, and dropped a big sword on the more than 1,000 Tubo people who surrendered, leaving no prisoners.

The Tubo people, who knew their fate, began to scold, scolding the Tang army for not talking much, and when they surrendered just now, they said that they would not kill, but they could not escape death after all.

The Tang army didn't care how the Tubo people scolded, as soon as the military ordered, they would slash with a knife, and let the enemy's blood spray on their bodies, and they could still be warmer.

"Write down the names of the dead and withdraw with me." It was impossible for Wang Juan to take prisoners, let alone take away the corpses of dead soldiers, so he could only stay in the mountains and become food for wild beasts, or the object of anger of the Tibetan army.

The soldiers of the army, which was no longer more than 10,000 men, dressed and carried ten days' worth of food, disappeared into the mountains, leaving only blood and corpses all over the ground, and billowing smoke from burning grain and grass.

The exhausted soldiers who had been torn apart from the victory retreated with great speed, and they were willing to obey Wang Juan's orders from the bottom of their hearts, and whoever could lead them to victory would gain their respect.

Guo Tu and other generals were also watched to follow the team again, they were lucky, none of them died, and they killed a lot, and they may have something to do with their usual martial arts, Guo Tu Don't look at the previous command There was a problem, but the ability to fight is really not small, one person killed six Tubo.

The knife was cut off, and the blood on the whole body, I don't know who stabbed it on the right chest, and the head of the gun went in more than an inch, and it was bandaged at will, and the cloth soaked in blood did not complain.

When walking with the team, it was very quiet, and occasionally looked at Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's eyes were different from before, and their generals finally knew that the real commander of the logistics battalion was that little girl Wang Juan, and all the orders came out of her mouth.

The evaluation given in my heart was that he was ruthless, resolute, could not find fault with the command, and had an unbelievable grasp of the situation on the battlefield, and at the time of the most chaotic fighting, he even commanded to the extent of taking the group as a unit, and each team in the reinforced battalion was nearly 200 people, and the first team was four groups.

That is to say, this little girl commanded to the point of fighting in a small team of about 50 people, attacking, defending, dividing, interspersing, covering, and surrounding, so that countless soldiers in groups cooperated in the entire battlefield, and the sound of trumpets, drums, and constantly changing flags did not stop in the battle on the battlefield just now.

When the generals were frightened by Wang Juan, they couldn't help but think, where did this girl come from, and who taught her? Commanding a team of 10,000 people to such a point that ordinary people dare not think about it.

Wang Juan didn't feel any sense of accomplishment, what is it to command as a unit? A powerful person can command a squad as a unit, and the strength of each squad on the battlefield will be excavated, a group of nearly fifty people, and there are only a few people in a squad.

This is that it is not skilled enough to cooperate with the soldiers, and the herald has not experienced such a combat situation, otherwise, he can command more carefully, and more people will die less, if there is a computer, it will be better to look at the whole picture, and the speed of the keyboard and mouse is faster than using the mouth to convey commands.