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After the Tibetan army, a large number of Tubo old and weak people were followed, driving yaks, sheep and horses like clouds. Looking at this, the Tubo people were not prepared to come up and fight a decisive battle with the Tang army, but they were actually prepared for a protracted battle.

The Tubo army stayed several miles away, and this distance was naturally beyond the reach of the Eight Bull Crossbow. Ma Luan's expression was solemn, and he quickly gave the order, the door of the Tang military camp slowly opened, and a thousand cavalry under Han Wu quickly galloped out of the military camp and set up a formation in the rear of the military camp.

After all, Dazarugon was a real general, not a fool like Mu Kun, a descendant of the Sassanid Empire. Ma Lan originally thought that Dazaru Gong would be like the Persians he met in the north of Shule City, relying on his flesh and blood to attack the Tang army's well-defended camp, but seeing the formation of the Tubo people, Ma Lan understood that this was impossible.

Also, how can a person who has done a great job in the original history be a fool.

Han Wu's thousand cavalry roamed outside, and formed a horn trend with the Tang army in the camp. With this strong army outside, you can attack and defend freely.

There is no city on earth that must be defended, and the same is true of both the city and the camp. If the whole army is huddled in the barracks, it is equivalent to completely handing over the initiative to the enemy, which is undoubtedly the most stupid. It's important to have a mobile force on hand that you can use. This simple truth, Ma Lan is still very clear.

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More than 10,000 Tibetan cavalry, as well as an even greater number of Tubo old and weak, a large number of yaks, horses and sheep, almost the entire meadow. This is the full strength of the three Dongdai and Dazarugan soldiers closest to the White Rock Beach combined.

Ma Lan squinted at this scene and was silent. Qinghai Cheng also seemed a little uneasy, snorting from time to time.

The two sides did not communicate at all, and they faced each other from a distance of several miles.

"If you want to fight for consumption, it depends on whether I am willing or not! I've been preparing for this battle for more than half a year, and just these more than 10,000 people want to stop me? ”

Seeing that the Tubo people stopped in the distance and did not move, Ma Lan sneered and passed the order out.

After receiving Ma Lan's order, Yang Pre, the leader of the scouts who had already been outside the camp, took more than 100 Tang army scouts into ten squads, and urged the war horses to rush towards the army of the Tubo people.

Among the Tubo cavalry, more than 100 horsemen also rushed out and greeted the Tang army scouts.

The rangers of the two armies approached quickly, the Tibetans bent their bows and arrows on their horses one by one, and the Tang scouts stared at the enemy through Wangshan.

"Shoot!" The Tubo ranger could enter the range of the Yuanrong crossbow, two words burst out between Yang Pre's teeth, and a crossbow arrow flew out lightly. The Tang Army scouts who heard the order did not hesitate, and almost simultaneously pulled the trigger.

"Woohoo!"

There was a strange whisper in the air, and more than 100 steel arrows made a beautiful arc and flew towards the approaching Tubo people, easily piercing the leather armor of the Tubo cavalry, bringing out a poignant blood flower.

The Tang army scouts fired just one salvo, and most of the Tibetan rangers had already fallen off their horses!

The remaining Tibetan rangers quickly dispersed and continued to approach the Tang army scouts. However, the next moment another wave of arrows shot out, and the Tubo knights were all shot off their horses by the Tang army scouts!

The Yuanrong crossbow in single-shot mode has a shorter firing interval than a bow and arrow. Each Yuanrong crossbow is from Li Xiu's hand, and the accuracy is extremely high. The muzzle velocity is extremely fast when only one arrow is shot each time, the range is comparable to the Fuyuan crossbow, the power is extremely amazing, and the leather armor of the Tubo people has a certain protective force against the feather arrows, and it is simply a decoration under the accumulation of the Yuanrong crossbow.

In the camp of the Tang Army, there was an earth-shattering cheer. In front of the Tibetan army, the horn of retreat had just sounded, but the Tibetan rangers had already died.

Yang Yu continued to move forward with the Tang army scouts, and when he arrived at the corpse of the Tubo cavalry, he jumped off his horse and recovered all the steel arrows in a good time, and then slowly mounted his horse and continued to approach the camp of the Tubo people. There were loud noises in the Tibetan camp, but no one rushed out.

Pressing the bloody crossbow arrows into the groove, turning the winch to rewind it, Yang Pre led more than 100 Tang army scouts to the Tubo army's formation. Many Tubo people gritted their teeth and scolded angrily, eager to rush over, Dazaru Gong squinted at the arrogant Tang army scouts, and his expression was extremely quiet.

"General, let me kill them for you!" A big man with a mace in his hand sat on a war horse, looking at the Tang Army scouts who were getting closer and closer and said anxiously.

"There's no hurry. Let the people of the tribe of Dama drive them away. Dazarugon said softly.

Receiving Dazarukon's order, Dama Yangjie gritted his teeth and rushed out with his own clan warriors. His Royal Highness the Prince died on his own territory, and it was already good that General Dazarugon did not set foot on his own tribe, so what was there to hesitate about at this time.

There were more than 2,000 cavalrymen who rushed out under the banner of the Dapeng Bird, and this was almost all the men of the Dama tribe, from twelve or thirteen-year-old children to gray-haired old men.

The Dama tribe has a total of less than 3,000 households, according to the convention, three households can only become elite, and nearly 1,000 people who died in battle a few days ago are the elite of the tribe, and now although these numbers are large, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled.

The cavalry of the two thousand Dadama tribes rushed over, bending into a huge arc while charging, trying to wrap Yang Yu and them in it. Yang saw Dama Yangjie, recognized him at a glance, sneered and ordered the scouts to assemble quickly, and then rushed forward against the cavalry of the Dharma tribe.

When Da Ma Yangjie entered the range of the Yuan Rong crossbow, Yang Yu gave an order, and more than a hundred crossbow arrows flew out, all of which flew towards the Dapeng banner.

Dama Yangjie only felt that the sky was dark, and hurriedly raised a leather shield, but it was useless. The leather shield was easily pierced by steel arrows, and seven or eight steel arrows were shot at him, and several of the horses were also hit. Dama Yangjie roared unwillingly and fell down heavily.

Beside him, dozens of warriors of the Dama tribe were crucified, and the knight holding the banner of the Roc was also shot to death, and the banner of the Roc fell into the dust.

Yang Yu let out a long laugh, turned the horse's head and walked backwards, and at the same time turned around and shot the steel arrows one by one.

The scouts also turned their horses' heads and rushed to the Tang army camp by the river after Yang Yu, and at the same time turned around and shot out the remaining crossbow arrows in Yuan Rong's crossbow one by one.

Seeing the fall of the Dapeng banner that has been passed down for generations, the cavalry of the Dama tribe was in a mess, like a lamb to the slaughter, and every steel arrow shot by the Tang army scout would shoot a man from the Dama tribe off the horse.

The originally arc-shaped formation became chaotic in an instant, and the cavalry of the Dama tribe had not yet completed the encirclement, and Yang Pre had already rushed out with the Tang army scouts.

"Idiot!" On the side of the Tibetan army, a trace of displeasure appeared in Dazarugong's eyes.

Although he knew that the Dharma tribe was useless, it was inevitably too weak.

Dazaru Gong waved his hand, the desolate horn sounded, and a wave of Tibetan cavalry galloped towards the rear of the formation, rushing straight to the women and children of the Dharma tribe. The sword flickered, blood splattered, and women and children fell in pools of blood, and suddenly there was a cry on the meadow.

Thousands of people were hacked to death by the cavalry, and Dazarugon gave up. The Dama tribesmen who were still alive were extremely frightened, and the other two women and children of Dongdai nearby, the old and weak, had unbearable looks on their faces, but no one dared to say anything.

Dazaru Gong said a few words to the strong man beside him, and the strong man laughed evilly, rushed forward with his mace, and roared in front of the Dama tribesmen who were surrounding the corpse of Dama Yangjie.

The Tibetan army split from the center so that the cavalry of the Dama tribe could see what was happening. Seeing the clansmen lying in a pool of blood, the eyes of the men of the Dama tribe instantly turned red.

"Go and fight with the Tang people, or the general will kill all your clansmen!" The strong man waved his mace and said with a cruel grin.

The angry Dama cavalry roared loudly, looking at the cavalry standing in front of the tribesmen with swords. Several gray-haired old men screamed and rushed in the direction of Tang Jun first.

The choice of the elderly is always the right one. Although the men of the Dama tribe were angry, they could only follow the old people and rush forward.

At this time, Yang Yu and his party had already reloaded their crossbow arrows and were stopping in the open space between the two armies. Seeing the Tubo people rushing up densely, Yang Yu sneered, and took the scouts to meet him again, and when the Tubo people entered the range of the Yuanrong crossbow, he directly pulled the engine and shot a rain of arrows.

Under the rage, the Dama tribesmen no longer have any rules, and there is no one to command, under the leadership of a few old men, it is completely a straight line, just rushing forward frantically, and there is no intention of encircling at all. The Tang army scouts were well-trained, and one by one they listened to Yang Yu's command, and shot crossbow arrows in unison, and at the same time turned their horses' heads and galloped towards their own formation.

Every time the rain of arrows fell, the Tubo people fell a large piece, and by the time Yang Yu and they had shot ten crossbow arrows again, the cavalry of the Dharma tribe had already fallen by hundreds, and the remaining were less than two thousand. And the Tang Army scouts are still unscathed.

After all, this is the home of the Dama tribe, and many of the old men of the Dama tribe are extremely skilled in horsemanship, and finally they are close to catching up with the Tang army scouts, and they bend their bows and arrows one by one to shoot out the feather arrows.

This distance has entered the range of the horn bow, but the feather arrows shot by the old guys are weak and weak, and they fell to the ground a few feet away from the Tang army scouts.

People don't use their muscles and bones as their ability, and this sentence is the same wherever it is placed. The old man who was good at riding rushed the fastest, but he forgot that he was no longer the time when he was full of blood.

Ma Xuan watched from afar in the formation, and saw Yang Yu and the Tang Army scouts put the Yuan Rong crossbow into the leather crossbow box one by one, and then picked up the Mo knife from the saddle, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Yang Pre, this kid, is really addicted. These scouts are all carefully cultivated, where can they be so desperate with the enemy.

Ma Ling quickly gave an order, Tian Mingyuan waved the order flag, and the horn sounded in the barracks. Yang Yu looked back, shook his head helplessly, and led the scouts to turn their horses' heads and accelerate towards the camp.

At the same time, Han Wu, who received the order, rode out and met him with a thousand cavalry.

Before making contact with the cavalry of the Dharma tribe, Han Wu's cavalry had already fired three crossbow arrows. Under the dense rain of crossbows, there were less than a thousand living Dama tribesmen. (To be continued.) )