Under the banner of the ancient Dapeng bird, there were more than 500 red-faced Tubo cavalrymen, one by one, who were murderous.

In a hurry, this was already the largest number of troops that the Dama tribe could dispatch. There were also scattered Tibetan knights around and joined the team.

When the cavalry of the Dama tribe reached the bank of the river, they did not rush directly, but stopped at a distance from the Tang army. Such a distance is the shortest distance that a cavalry can charge.

Under the banner of the Dapeng Bird, there were several richly dressed Tubo people, looking in the direction of the Tang army and pointing. An obese brocade-clothed Tubo man urged his horse to leave the brigade and came to a place not far from the Tang army scouts, shouting loudly.

"General, he said that the Tubo people were the nephews of the Tang people, and asked why the Tang people invaded the territory of the nephew tribe and killed the people of the nephew tribe." The translator said beside Ma Lan.

The killers laughed, and Ma Ling also laughed.

Since the princess of Jincheng married Tubo Zanpu De Zuzan (that is, the ruler with Zhu Dan), the Tubo people claimed to be the nephews of the Tang people, and the people of the Zuzan tribe said this, and the people of the Dharma tribe also said this, which is too funny.

It is said that the Qiang people who believe in Bon are the most bloodthirsty, is it possible that the Dharma tribe actually wants to admit it? That would be too boring.

Ma Lan suddenly felt that knowing too many languages was also troublesome. If these guys around him knew that they even knew that they knew some Tibetan language, they would definitely be surprised.

"Mingyuan, don't talk to him, kill him."

Tian Mingyuan listened, picked up the order flag and shook it twice from afar. The leader of the scouts, Yang Pre, received the order and directly pulled the mechanism of the Yuan Rong crossbow, and a steel arrow flew out, right in the middle of the door. The fat Tubo man screamed and immediately fell.

Seeing this, several brocade-clothed Tubo people under the Dapeng Bird roared angrily. Among them, there was a young man in brocade, who looked no more than ten years old, and pointed to the front and scolded, which looked quite interesting.

The distance was too far to see what the boy was scolding, and he could only see that the boy was extremely excited. The Tibetans on both sides were quite respectful to the young man, and it was obvious that this little guy was a big man of the Dharma tribe.

Scolding and scolding, the Dama tribe did not retreat, and Ma Lan was relieved. After all, it is a plateau strong cloth, how can it be so easy to admit it.

One after another, Tibetan cavalry came from afar and joined the brigade.

It seems that the Dama tribe is not in a hurry to attack, and Ma Lu is naturally not in a hurry.

The goal is to catch them all, and the more Tibetan warriors who come, the better. This time the march could only be fought along the river valley, but there was no time to search from valley to valley. This plateau is so large that it would be extremely difficult to walk through it in later generations, but now a thousand years ago, it was impossible to search it by horse.

After waiting for more than an hour, seeing that the sun was about to set, the Tubo knights gathered under the banner of the Dapeng Bird had reached more than 800 people, all wearing leather armor, with horned bows in their hands, and various heavy weapons hanging on the side of the saddle.

"Almost."

Ma Ling passed the order, Tian Mingyuan quickly waved the order flag on the back of the yak, and the army began to press forward slowly.

Since the enemy is not coming, then pass. There are only more than 3,000 households in the entire Dharma tribe, and the soldiers in this vicinity have already arrived, so it is not interesting to delay it any longer.

The infantry and cavalry were both armed with crossbows, and the infantry marched forward at a brisk pace, and the cavalry began to detour to the sides. The yaks of the Chinese army walked slowly, and the eight ox crossbows on their backs were ready to go.

The offensive infantry advance is exactly what the Tang Army is good at, and it is also the means by which the Anxi Army relies to become famous. The cavalry on both flanks generally did not go head-to-head with the enemy, but carried out the so-called "take-off", which simply means hitting and running, going around and fighting again. Although cavalry is important, it is always the infantry that can solve the battle.

Seeing that the Tang army was coming, several people in brocade clothes were a little panicked, and pulled the brocade-clothed young man to gallop back. The Tibetan cavalry got out of the way one after another, wanting to let the boy pass.

The corners of Ma Lan's mouth curled slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

This little guy scolds people very funny, looking at the attitude of the Tibetan people towards him, he may be the son of the head of the Dharma tribe. But fun is fun, and when you get here, you still want to leave, how can there be such a good thing.

It is estimated that the Dama tribe has never fought with the Tang army on the plain, and they don't know how powerful the Tang army's crossbow array is. The range of the Eight Ox Crossbow was more than 800 paces, and the distance between the two armies was less than a mile. Such a distance is completely within the effective range of the Eight Bull Crossbow, and placing the cavalry in this position is simply a live target for the Eight Bull Crossbow.

The 5,000 Iron Army against the small Dama tribe is purely a knife to kill chickens. None of these people here today are ready to be put back.

"Leave that little guy for me." Ma Lan said in a deep voice.

Tian Mingyuan nodded and hurriedly gave an order. The knights in the position of the Chinese army urged the yak to move, and simply took aim. Then as Tian Mingyuan's command flag fell heavily, more than a hundred eight-bull crossbows were smashed down at the same time.

"Buzz!"

A piercing scream sounded intensively, and more than 300 steel crossbow arrows several feet long roared out, flew out with incredible terrifying power, and smashed like raindrops on the most dense place of the Tibetans.

This kind of overall casting heavy arrow produced in the Ma family's workshop is very heavy, and after it falls, the team of the Tubo people immediately collapses a large area.

There were less than 1,000 Tibetan knights, and there were more than 300 heavy arrows several feet long, and the Tibetan knights were extremely close, and after a volley, more than half of the Tibetan knights were nailed to the ground along with their horses.

Ma Luan's eyes were keen, and he clearly saw that the Tibetan boy was hit by a huge arrow, and the whole person was carried out several feet. Only one of the other brocade-clothed Tibetans was lucky enough to escape, and the rest were all shot on the spot by the giant arrows of the Eight Bull Crossbows.

"It's really a knife to kill chickens." Ma Lan smiled.

The Tubo people spent half a day gathering such a small number of cavalry, and as a result, more than half of them were killed with a volley of eight oxen crossbows. Such an absolute crushing, it is more like a slaughter to say that it is a battle.

It's a bit boring, but this kind of battle is exactly what Ma Lan wants. The life of the Han family is expensive, and it is best not to die if you can not die.

On the back of the yak, the strong men turned the steel winch vigorously, trying to quickly rewind the crossbow of the eight oxes, while the army was still slowly approaching, approaching the cavalry of the Tubo people.

The surviving brocade-clothed Tubo man looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and suddenly rushed over and picked up the Tubo boy who was nailed to death by a giant arrow, and howled madly.

After this sudden blow, the living Tubo knights were already frightened, but when they heard the howl of the Tubo people in brocade, they still stiffened their heads one by one, urging the war horses to start accelerating, and rushed towards the slowly approaching Tang army formation.

Tian Mingyuan's expression was calm, and the flag waved down again. In the middle of the army, the junior officers gave quick and rapid orders, and thousands of crossbows were raised at the same time, pointing diagonally at the sky.

The Tubo people had already drawn their horn bows on their horses, but the distance was still far from being able to launch, and this distance had already entered the range of the Tang army's crossbows.

The banner waved suddenly, the bowstring vibrated like a storm, the sky suddenly darkened, and thousands of steel crossbows roared out and flew towards the charging Tibetan cavalry.

And in the center of the Tang army's ranks, more than 600 Yuan Rong crossbowmen also fired a single shot.

More than 5,000 crossbow arrows fell from the sky, like a torrential rain, and the leather armor of the Tibetan people was originally very effective in defending against arrows, but under these cast pure steel crossbow arrows were as fragile as pieces of paper.

After the crossbow bolts fell, the Tibetan knights and war horses screamed again and again, and almost all of them fell, and only the poor twenty or thirty people were still on the horses, all of whom were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they did not dare to move.

In the Tibetan Empire, the Xiangxiong people were known for their good fighting and bloodthirsty, but no one had ever seen such a terrible experience, and before they rushed to the enemy, their own side was almost dead. Such a huge proportion of casualties is unacceptable to even the strongest fighters.

The living brocade-clothed Tubo people were pulled away by the cavalry for a distance, but this time they were not affected by the crossbow rain, and they were still holding the young Tubo man and shouting frantically, and his eyes were already blood-red.

But no one of the Tibetan knights listened to his orders, and one by one they let out a terrible howl, turned their horses' heads, and fled in all directions.

The Yuan Rong crossbowmen shot another wave of arrows, knocking most of the Tibetan knights off their horses, but three of the Tibetan knights escaped.

failed to wipe them all, Ma Lan felt a little regretful in his heart. But he also knew that the Dama tribe was going to collapse from now on. A Dongdai lost nearly a thousand cavalry, and it is conceivable that he would go up and down on the chaotic plateau.

The brocade-clothed Tubo man held the corpse of the Tubo boy and stood in place watching the Tang army slowly approach, his expression extremely hideous. Suddenly, he put the boy's body on the ground, picked up a mace, and rushed up.

Ma Xuan smiled coldly, the spur lightly touched the horse's belly, and Qinghai Cheng suddenly accelerated, rushing straight towards the brocade-clothed Tubo man.

"Ah~!!"

The brocade-clothed Tubo man howled and waved his mace, smashing it hard at Ma Lu. Ma Ling snorted coldly, and the Mo knife was swung out suddenly, directly cutting off the wooden handle of the mace, and the back of the knife slapped on the ribs of the brocade-clothed Tubo people.

The brocade-clothed Tubo man screamed miserably, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground in a languid manner.

Seeing the general so brave, the Anxi athletes thundered with joy. Ma Lan laughed, and Mo Dao pointed at the brocade-clothed Tubo man on the ground and smiled: "What about the head of the Dama tribe?" Why don't you come forward, but let a doll be the main general? ”

The translator repeated Ma Lan's words in Tubo, and the brocade-clothed Tubo man looked at the corpses all over the ground, and then looked at the Tubo boy, and suddenly laughed miserably: "Tang people, I am the head of the Dharma tribe." ”

What he said was not Tubo, it was actually the official dialect of the Central Plains, although it was a little sluggish, but it was extremely distinct.

"Are you the head of the Dama tribe? So who is this little guy? Why do you respect him so much? Ma Luan's face changed slightly.

"Tang people, do you know that you are in big trouble!" The leader of the Dama tribe laughed miserably and said bitterly. (To be continued.) )