The booming explosion sounded in the valley all the time, and the opposing two armies all stopped in shock, Mangsong Mangzan turned back in surprise, and Li Jin also raised the telescope in surprise.

As far as the eye could see, in the direction from which the Tibetan army came, one after another of firelight was thrown into the sky, and the brilliant firelight and steaming white smoke covered the sky as if the gods had descended to earth.

Just when the more than 100,000 troops were in doubt, the more shocking sound of horses' hooves shook from all directions of the river valley, a piece of loess rose up, and on the southern slope less than 700 meters away from the battlefield, hundreds of Sogdian knights dressed in white took the lead in rushing out, and a black eagle totem banner painted with teeth and claws was shining fiercely under the slanting sun.

"It's from Dongcao Kingdom!"

The wounded wolf roared like that, and Mangsong Mangzan picked up the Wei official in charge of liaison beside him, and asked angrily, "Dog Cairu is looking at Dong Cao Guo no matter what!"

In the angry Zampu's questioning, the Webster official couldn't say a word, and could only tremble and beg for mercy.

However, this was only the beginning, and in less than a moment, the fierce Central Asian tambourine in the Bakhan soldier Feiyan totem also emerged from the top of the mountain.

The rush of the rice people in Dongbula, the Kang people string a string of gongs, the especially warlike Shi people in the leather strip with a fist waving a large stone in the air to make a sharp whistling sound, a variety of unique and strange musical instruments under the command of the command, the nearby river valleys, mountain slopes, countless coalition armies of various ethnic groups have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and even in the sky, it is the goshawk domesticated by the falconers of Central Asia flapping their wings and soaring.

The tide of battle was turned in an instant.

Holding the binoculars, Li Jin's young face was still full of disbelief, before specifying this series of plans, Li Jin did not have the idea of fighting the various clans under the Hezhong Metropolitan Protectorate, but firstly, Li Jin's strength was insufficient at this time, and secondly, most of the two countries with the surname of Zhaowu were subordinated to the Hezhong Metropolitan Protectorate, and they did not buy Li Jin, the prince, and they could not have imagined that at the moment of the decisive battle, the allied forces of all ethnic groups would be put into the battlefield in such a timely manner.

"Obediently, these Sogdian profiteers have taken the wrong medicine?"

Listening to Li Jin's muttering, Li Chenxi, who couldn't see the situation clearly, simply grabbed Li Jin's ears and asked impatiently: "Are these Sogdian soldiers helping us or helping the Tibetans?"

"Of course you can help us!" Rolling his eyes in pain, he quickly pulled his ears out, and replied in a stupid manner, Li Jin looked left and right with a weak heart, fortunately, the surrounding generals and guards were dutifully focused on the battlefield, and they didn't notice the scene of their prince losing face.

It was Song Jing, who was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly pulled out a horizontal knife, grabbed a shield and beat it fiercely.

"Everyone, our reinforcements have arrived!!"

Beating on the shield, as if forgetting the injury, Song Jing roared excitedly along the inclined Fujian army formation, listening to his roar, the morale of the Fujian army soldiers who had just become agitated and hesitant because of the fire ox and the Tibetan mastiff was full again.

"Fight with those Tibetan dogs!"

"Beat the plateau barbarians back!"

The same echo echoed in all parts of the army, the veterans of the Min King Tielin followed the rhythmic beating of the shield with their knives, and the sword playing and singing in the style of the ancient Chinese scholars and rangers, those Punjab, the Tianzhu infantry in the Ganges River valley, and the Persian infantry also had the confidence to roar along.

"Your Highness, morale is available!"

Stunned as Song Jing ran down like crazy, and after a while, the army seemed to come to life, looking around in admiration at the sharp man who raised his arms and shouted in front of him and nodded, Pei Xingjian immediately arched his fist and asked Li Jin for instructions.

At this time, the situation is changing one after another, although he doesn't understand the reason, Li Jin is not a fool, and he suddenly pulled out his saber and shouted majestically.

"Damin Army, Attack !!"

In the Chinese army, the horn more than one meter long was suddenly blown, and the trumpeter who puffed up his cheeks blew out an exciting note, and on both sides of the sixteen-sided snare drum, thirty-two men with bare shirts raised their arms like crazy, and the rumbling drum was fierce and exciting.

The most exciting is the snare drum, the rumbling of the drum is already a high morale of the Fujian army soldiers are a stream of heat on the head, red eyes, with the forward regiment leading the captain to draw the sword and try their best to roar, the Min army is like an ancient beast that has come to life.

"Whew! Drink! Call! Drink! ”

With the rhythm of the drums roaring step by step, the front army shield wall sharply oppressively stepped forward, and the crossbowmen in the back row also sang military songs impassionedly.

Although the defense of the mountain occupies a favorable position, but the war has always been not as good as the location, the location is not as good as the people, when the Julu battle Chu overlord led tens of thousands of tired but morale-like Chu soldiers to break the cauldron and sink the boat, cross the Yellow River, in one fell swoop to break the main force of the most elite 400,000 troops in Daqin, including the Great Wall Army, defeat Zhang Han, kill Wang Li, all thanks to the whole army as one, now, the Fujian army is also full of morale, can go out of the mountain to fight.

Moreover, with Li Jin's attack, in the slopes of the mountains within a radius of dozens of miles, the hundreds of thousands of Sogdians in the valley road, and the Tocharian reinforcements also did not hesitate to press forward and take the initiative to attack.

As far as the eye can see, all the enemies are enveloped in the middle, and the morale is also declining, and the Tibetan soldiers in the valley are looking left and right, trembling, and the riots and restlessness of the large groups rise and fall.

"You bunch of waste, Zampu must get Li Chenxi!"

At this time, Mangsong Mangzan had completely turned into a trapped beast, frantically whipping the servants, while gritting his teeth and shouting loudly to skin and carve the scout nobles in charge of patrolling, the whole family was enslaved, and even used knives to drive a group of family generals to attack.

After more than ten lashes, Wei Shatuo, who had only gained power because of Mangsong Mangzan's coup d'état, and several close ministers such as Zhang Kongzan desperately went to Mangsong Mangzan's side, and his shoulder was pierced by Mangsong Mangzan, and he held the blade with blood, and Wei Shatuo persuaded Mangsong Mangzan sadly.

"Zampu, the enemy is stuffed on all sides, and the army's heart is unstable! If I fight, my big Tubo will collapse at any time, the Tang people have a saying, stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood! Zamp! ”

"Zampu, retire!"

A cry of bloody persuasion, finally made Mangsong Mangzan sober up, weakly put down the knife, Mangsong Mangzan looked around a little dazed, in the field of vision, either the reinforcements from all walks of life forced over like a wall, or the soldiers and horses under the command of Geru and Dongdai who were walking in a panic, and some of the soldiers and horses had collapsed and fled backwards.

The canyon is a narrow snake head shape, the unexpected Central Asian coalition army has forced the Tubo army to shrink inward, in an extremely unfavorable situation, if the strong battle continues, maybe it will really be killed and annihilated, blankly retracted his gaze, Mangsong Mangzan finally roared loudly and unwillingly.

"Withdraw!"

This order is like pulling out the last will of the Tubo army to resist, the vigorous Tubo army is retreating to the valley mouth in a hurry, more than 100,000 people are pushing and fleeing at the valley mouth, there are panicked roars and scolding everywhere, and even in order to grab a road, the Tubo soldiers of different tribes draw their swords against each other, and there are constantly corpses lying at their feet, and then they are trampled on the flesh and blood blurred.

At this time, even the Zampu Imperial Commander was a lot embarrassed, and the cavalry of the Four Guards had to desperately whip and spear to squeeze out a road.

Just now, he was still aggressively slaughtering into Zoumachuan, but now he is embarrassed like a lost dog, and finally squeezed out of the valley, looking at a large pile of thistles discarded at the mouth of the valley, Mangsong Mangzan couldn't help but feel sad and cried.

But the bad luck didn't end here, before Mangsong Mangzan cried twice, the rumbling thunder sounded in front again, at this time the sky was already a little darker, and the cannon fire fired into the sky slipped into the air like a meteor shower, and smashed to the ground.

Amid the horrified shouts of the Tibetan soldiers, another large army emerged from the horizon.

All the cavalry, tens of thousands of horses are not noisy at all, the armor of the Hessen is dead, on the horse lance set up like a dense forest, the same black triangular horse waving in the wind, more than 100 poles of four or five meters high black dragon banner and the Fujian character Daxu waved loudly, the army of Senran, as strong as a mountain, the shocked Tubo army even forgot to flee.

"Min Wang !!"

Looking at the front of the whole army, the mighty men dressed in black and yellow under the banner, Wei Shatuo screamed in disbelief.

The black regimental dragon flag self-evidently explained the identity, all the mysteries were solved, and only the suzerains of many small Central Asian countries, the conquerors of the vast territories of the Eurasian continent, the king of kings, Shahansha, and the king of Fujian, Li Jiefang, could so easily order the countries to send troops and mobilize such a large battle to oppress Tibet.

Although theoretically, it is almost impossible for Li Jie to appear here, but he is here! And became the savior of the river. As if he had met a nemesis, he completely lost the surging momentum when he entered Central Asia, and the heroism of pointing out the country, Mangsong Mangzan withered on the back of the war horse like a deflated balloon, and kept muttering to himself in disbelief.

"How is that possible?"

"He, he's fighting in Arabia! The Arab's Zampu Hussein swore that he would be dragged down, that man! How is it possible to come back? ”

"It's over! It's all over! ”

Mangsong Mangzan simply shook and fell off the horse, and Wei Shatuo, who was covering the wound on his shoulder, hurriedly jumped off the horse and followed, knelt on the ground, and helped Mangsong Mangzan to persuade him on the back.

"Zamp! Things are still turning around! It's not time for despair yet! We still have hope for a fight! ”

"Fight? How to fight? ”

Looking back at the Tubo soldiers who had run away, some of them even lost their weapons, with a frightened look on their faces, Mangsong Mangzan shook his head self-deprecatingly, and Wei Shatuo, who saw it, couldn't help but be more impatient, and muttered hurriedly next to Mangsong Mangzan's ear.

After a while, Mangsong Mangzan's eyes were round when he listened......