The remnants of the thousands of Wusheng troops around him are the soldiers and horses of the Kham Ba Phuntsok tribe, and it is also the last bit of family background, with these thousands of people, Kham Phuntsok can make a comeback with the merit of the Taoshui resistance, without these thousands of people, Kham Phuntsok will only have a fief in the future, and his own tribe will become no place until it is swallowed up by the big tribe in the internal annexation.

However, military law is like a mountain, and the army of short and Tibetan is behind him, so he can't help Kangba Pingcuo to do his best. With a wave of the flag, Kangba Pingcuo ordered the flag, and the Wusheng army, which had already formed a formation, was killed.

"Change formation!"

So far, Bai Zuwang, who has been a little out of strength, has changed from an arrow to an eye. With Bai Zuwang's order, another team of Mo swordsmen lined up in front of the formation.

"Kill!"

Facing the already crazy Tubo army, Mo Daoshou strode forward.

"Change formation!"

Wang Maoyuan waved his command, and the two thousand newly added archers quickly stood in their positions along the gap in the middle of the ranks.

"Bend the bow - shoot!"

Thousands of feathered arrows accurately crossed the head of the * and fell on the heads of the Tibetan army, mercilessly reaping the fresh life. The archers of the Tibetan army also stood on the periphery, and under the pressure of the generals, they approached to suppress the archers, but due to the lack of range, they were shot and killed a lot. However, in the end, the scale was huge, and it still caused a lot of casualties to the attacking troops in front of the * breakthrough. Li Yu stood on the city tower, his brows furrowed.

"General, get ready."

An officer ran up to Wang Jihai and said. Wang Jihai nodded, and as soon as his hand was raised, the rhythm of the war drums suddenly changed. Hearing the change of the war drums, the * soldiers who were fighting fiercely with the surrounded Tubo army in the inner circle suddenly retreated in unison, their movements neatly aligned, just like one person. The Tubo army in the circle wanted to cling close, but was resisted by the projection of the spear array and the short spear, and could not advance.

"It's going to be bad."

The Tibetan generals in the circle were very anxious, and they were thinking of a way to solve it, but they didn't notice that the drum beat of * had changed again.

With the change of the drum, the soldiers who were originally lined up in the inner circle with long lances in their hands suddenly squatted down in unison, and the Tubo army who was surrounded by the circle was stunned for a moment, and before they could react, they saw that the squatting * soldiers were all standing behind them with crossbows.

"Hide!"

"Raise your shield!"

The Tibetan generals who reacted shouted loudly. The Sun Bo warriors who came in were also experienced people, the general's voice had not been stopped, and many people had begun to bow their bodies and raise their shields, but unfortunately people's movements were always not as fast as the speed of the machine, and after a concerted sound, the Tubo army in the circle had fallen a large piece, and the ten crossbows had not been shot, and there were no people standing in the circle.

A group of soldiers entered the * circle, and the Tubo soldiers who had not yet died were cut off, and suddenly a strong man jumped up from the crowd, killing and wounding several * soldiers one after another, and was rushing out of the formation, when he was shot from behind by a feather arrow, and fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Jihai withdrew the bow and arrow in his hand and said:

"It's a brave man, but it's a pity that this is not the only one on the battlefield. Change formation!"

*'s lance formation has changed again, and the hedgehog formation has been restored. At this time, Ding Shiliang rushed to Wang Jihai with the command flag in his hand, handed the command flag to Wang Jihai, and said:

"General Wang, the deputy marshal has an order, the army doesn't care about the entanglement on both sides, just move forward and pierce the main formation of the Tubo army."

Wang Jihai said:

"The last general obeys!"

Took over the order flag from Ding Shiliang. Ding Shiliang rode his horse to the front of the Mo Dao Formation again. Wang Jihai waved the order flag and said:

"The first brigade stepped forward and followed closely the Mo Dao formation."

Easily defeated the Wu Shengjun, Bai Zuwang, who had rested for a while, consciously regained his strength and stood at the forefront of the Mo Dao Formation again. At this time, he was no longer facing Kham Phuntsok. Khamba Phuntsok personally went into battle in the attack just now, but was shot by a stray arrow, but fortunately his belly was thick enough, leaving only a scar, but he was also replaced to rest.

At this time, the army in front of the Modao Army was obviously much more energetic than the Wusheng Army just now. In this army, the military horses under the crotch of the cavalry are unified into brown and yellow zebras and white-hoofed red horses, and the military flag is a red lion flag and a white and black heart flag. Bai Zuwang has been in the border area for a long time, so he naturally knows that this is the soldiers and horses of Yoru, one of the five rus of Tubo. It's just that I don't know if this is an upper or lower Yoru. The number of people is about eight Dongdai (1,000 households)).

Bai Zuwang spat out a mouthful of blood and said:

"The Tubo people have finally moved their old roots!"

"Woo~~~~"

On the other side, the Tibetan army sang a war song. Thousands of Yoru cavalry urged and rolled towards the * Mo Sword Formation. This time, the timing of the charge was extremely good, and it was the time when Wang Maoyuan's arrow array changed formation. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Tibetan cavalry rushed up. However, Bai Zuwang did not panic, he was afraid that the enemy would not dare to attack. The Tibetan cavalry charged and shot arrows, and the whizzing feather arrows grazed the ears of Bai Zuwang from time to time, or fell to the ground, Bai Zuwang clearly heard a painful snort in his own formation, which was his own soldier was shot by the enemy.

This kind of shooting method on a bumpy horse is a wave shooting that really does not pay attention to accuracy, and can only rely on a wide range of seeds to create some damage and create psychological pressure on the opponent. Mo Dao's hands are all heavily armored, and the damage that this kind of diffuse can cause is even more minimal. Bai Zuwang stood still, and when the Tubo soldiers had already rushed to the front, collected their bows and swords, and seemed to be able to see even their eyes hidden behind their masks, he shouted, caught a feather arrow shot at his face, and said:

"Do it!"

Countless short spears and short axes were thrown out of the * array, such a short distance, such a large density, the damage caused was amazing, many galloping war horses did not even have time to scream, they bent their legs and fell to the ground, many Tubo soldiers who were imagining the scimitar and spear harvesting * life in their hands were pierced in the center by the short spear, and the short axe slashed across the chest, splashing a puff of red rain.

There was a Tibetan cavalryman who had just landed in front of Bai Zuwang, with a short axe in his chest, and a half-cut spear that had been cut off in his hand. The person squirmed at Bai Zuwang's feet, as if he was unwilling to die like this. Bai Zuwang raised his foot slightly, crushed the poor warrior's head with his foot, and shouted:

"Kill!"