Round after round, the momentum is getting more and more amazing! The soldiers of the Otsutsuki clan watched as the strong defense line composed of shields and spears quickly deformed, and then began to crumble! The iron cavalry wave surged in, involving countless Otsutsuki soldiers, and under the collision of iron hooves, the Otsuki soldiers fell down like sorghum stalks in a flood!

The main force of the Dayue clan, which was fighting fiercely with the main force of the Han army led by Zhang Lang in the front, suddenly saw the handsome flag behind him fall again, and saw the tragic scene of his own army being defeated in the rolling tide of smoke and dust! Everyone was shocked, just now the fighting spirit was surging and amazing, but at this time, they were flustered and at a loss! Zhang Lang took the opportunity to lead his iron cavalry to kill, and the Dayue Clan's army was defeated like a mountain, and it was no longer possible to clean it up!

Perhaps God intended to save this Otsutsuki army, and when the Otsuki clan army was panicking and fleeing, Vanne led 80,000 iron cavalry to finally arrive at the battlefield. Everyone was shocked by the sight before them, and without even thinking about it, Vanne led 80,000 iron horsemen to rush down.

Seeing the arrival of the enemy cavalry, the Han army had to turn around to meet the battle, and after a scrilee, the Han cavalry took the initiative to leave the battlefield to the south.

As the sun set, Mu Zhen stared blankly at the scene in front of him. On the slopes of the grassy hills, I saw corpses all over the field, countless soldiers of the Otsuki clan spread all over the grass in front of them, the original green grass was all dyed mottled red, the battle flags were crooked, the spears were horizontal, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Mu Zhen was so stunned that he wanted to cry out loud.

A subordinate general came up immediately and reported: "General, according to a rough count, our army has lost nearly 100,000 people in total!" Mu Zhen shook his body and almost fell. Pursing his lips, "How much did the Han army lose?" "Only, almost ten thousand!"

Mu Zhen took a deep breath and ordered: "If the order goes down, the whole army will immediately withdraw to the north of the Tianshan Mountains, close the Tianshan fortress, and strictly defend it." "Yes."

On the other side, Zhang Lang led the Blue Wolf Army Iron Cavalry to retreat to the Wensu area. At this moment, Zhang Liao finally found a section of the river with a relatively gentle flow and built a pontoon bridge, and the army was crossing the river.

Subsequently, the Han army built a large-scale camp in the northern part of the Wensu ruins, relying on a section of hilly terrain. Zhang Lang sent envoys to the surrounding small countries to urge food.

In the big tent, Zhang Lang, Zhang Jian, Zhang Liao, and Ma Chao stood in front of the map, discussing the next action. Zhang Liao said: "The army of the Dayue clan has suffered heavy losses one after another, I estimate that they should retreat to the north of the Tianshan Mountains and rely on the Tianshan fortress to confront our army!" ”

At this moment, a scout rushed into the big tent and knelt down and said, "General Qiyu, the army of the Great Moon Clan has retreated to the north of the Tianshan Mountains. ”

"What is the situation with the Tianshan Fortress?" Zhang Lang asked.

The scout said: "The Tianshan fortress has been closed, and the people of the Great Moon Clan are defending it with heavy troops!" ”

Zhang Lang smiled and said to Zhang Liao: "You said yes!" Zhang Liao frowned and said: "With the current situation of our army, it is impossible to attack the Wusun region north of the Tianshan Mountains in a short period of time!" After a pause, "The last general is most worried about the problem of grain and grass now, and I am afraid that the grain and grass of our army will not be able to support it for long!" ”

Ma Chao snorted coldly, "What's so difficult about this?" It's a big deal to wipe out a few small countries around and snatch their grain and grass reserves? Zhang Jian said with a smile: "The general doesn't have to worry about this matter!" ……”

Before he finished speaking, Yang Kun, the captain of the tiger body, rushed in and reported: "General Qiqi, envoys from the surrounding countries have come to meet the general!" ”

Zhang Jian smiled: "It's here!" ”

Zhang Lang said to Yang Kun: "Let them in." Yang Kun promised and ran down.

Zhang Lang returned to the top and sat down, Zhang Liao and Ma Chao stood on the left side, and Zhang Jian stood on the right side.

The curtain was lifted, and five middle-aged men in Western Regions clothes lowered their heads and walked into the big tent respectfully. One of them stepped forward, made a chest salute, and said with a humble face: "On behalf of the king of my family, I have come to congratulate the general on defeating the people of the Otsuki clan!" The other four chimed in, all flattering.

Zhang Lang said lightly: "I heard that not long ago, you were planning to help the people of the Dayue Clan?" ”

The five people were startled, and the one who spoke just now hurriedly said: "General Mingjian, we small countries can't go against the Great Moon Clan at all, we can only make peace with them, and we are definitely not sincere!" Others chimed in.

Zhang Lang glanced at him, leaned forward, propped his hand on the desk, and asked, "What's your name?" "The villain Bato is Gumo's messenger." Gumo, the effect of the Western Regions, is adjacent to Wensu, on the east side of Wensu, with the Tarim River as the dividing line. Zhang Lang said: "How can I believe that you are not also making a false deal with me at this moment? ”

Bato obviously came prepared, listened to Zhang Lang's words, and immediately said: "On behalf of His Majesty the King, the villain insists on the highest respect to the general, for this reason, our country has prepared 200,000 loads of grain and grass, which should have been shipped out of the royal capital at present!" Zhang Lang smiled, "It seems that you really have some sincerity." ”

The other four hurriedly stepped forward and said, "We have also prepared food and grass for the army. Immediately, a middle-aged man with a thin beard rushed to say: "I am the messenger of Shule, and our king offers 200,000 loads of grain and grass and 10,000 catties of dried meat to the general. A person next to him hurriedly said loudly: "I am the messenger of Shache, and we offer 150,000 loads of grain and grass to the general." ”……

Zhang Lang smiled and nodded, "Okay!" Very good! It seems that you are indeed sincere. He glanced at the five people and said with a smile: "After you go back, you can tell your king that the Han army came to the Western Regions and did not want their land or their wealth, we are here for the stability and prosperity of the Western Regions!" As long as it's finally a big man, no one can take away one of them! Otherwise, Wensu is a lesson from the past! ”

The five people swore to the sky to express the center of the Great Han.

Zhang Lang nodded with satisfaction, "I won't keep you anymore, you go back as much as you can, and tell your king what I mean!" The five of them saluted Zhang Lang, said some words of good wishes, and left.

Zhang Lang smiled and said to everyone: "Look, the problem of grain and grass has been solved!" Ma Chao sneered: "A group of wall grass, the wind blows on both sides!" Zhang Lang smiled, "There is a price to be paid for backbone!" How can these small countries survive if they don't blow on both sides like this? He looked at Zhang Jian: "Changshi, you send people to supervise these countries, and the grain and grass must be transported as much as possible!" Zhang Jian clenched his fists and promised, and then said: "General, is it time to consider the matter of rebuilding the Western Regions Governor's Mansion?" ”

Zhang Lang nodded thoughtfully, "Loulan has been destroyed, what if it's set up there?" ”