Under the protection of his own soldiers, Du Du shouted "Pay attention to the formation" with all his might, and the horn kept passing orders out. But after all, the cantonment soldiers are cantonment soldiers, although there are hundreds of veterans with them, although no one vomits anymore after seeing blood, and the skills of fighting and cooperation are becoming more and more proficient, but in Du Duwei's opinion, flaws are still everywhere, if it weren't for the initial arrangement of a little damage moves, which boosted the confidence of the soldiers, Du Duwei believes that his subordinates will definitely not be like crazy and brave in battle. But even so, his own army formation has been attacked by the Tibetan army. When it comes to the transformation of military formations and fighting, the soldiers are really inexperienced.

Fortunately, the soldiers were still able to listen to the orders of Captain Dudu, and anyone who was exhausted and could no longer fight or broke his blade or something could go back to his own camp to rest, so as not to disrupt his position. However, Du Duwei still sighed:

"Even if you give Lao Tzu 10,000 people, Lao Tzu will not bring these bird soldiers anymore."

Having said that, he was still very proud that the battle could be fought like this, and the trumpet passed on another order from him.

"The Guards have already entered the Tibetan camp, and if we grit our teeth and persist, we will win."

The offensive of the Tibetan army became more and more ferocious, and the fighting spirit of the soldiers became more and more high.

Before the war, Du Duwei once told them:

"Although Datang is big, behind it is our home!"

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. As a frontier person, everyone knows what it means to let these aliens kill their homeland.

"Kill!"

A * soldier was knocked to the ground by the war horse of the Tubo people, bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he still mustered up the last trace of strength to pounce, hugged the thigh of the Tubo cavalry, and dragged the man off the horse. An unobtrusive figure passed farther and farther away in his spiritual platform, but there was a hint of a smile on his hideous face.

"Kill!"

A soldier who had been stabbed with a spear by the Tibetan cavalry* gripped the opponent's blade tightly with both hands, and the robe next to him ended the life of the man who was sitting on a horse and hiding his face behind his armor with a spear.

"Kill!"

A team was leading dozens of veterans who had been recuperating for a long time to kill and meet the Tubo elite soldiers who rushed towards Du Duwei.

The wind had gradually taken on color, and the pink wind blew the bloody air in front of Du Duwei. Du Duwei lifted the lance that had been stuck under his feet. On his head, the crimson Datang battle flag, which was shot by feather arrows, fluttered.

"Home in the back!"

"Defend the family and the country!"

These soldiers used to be homeless people, they used to be ruffians, and now they all have a home to protect and a country to protect.

The blood had already covered Du Duwei's eyes, but he didn't bother to wipe it with his hands. The lance struck out, and the lance brought out another rain of blood. Du Duwei's path is very wild, but it is very effective. However, the Tibetan soldiers also set their sights on this arrow.

A stream of liquid flowed down gently, and the eyes could no longer be opened. Du Duwei's heart was cold, and he felt several huge forces attacking him. The whole body is cold.

"I'm dying!"

Du Duwei's heart flashed with his own small face. But the death that was waiting did not come. The pressure in front of him was also suddenly relaxed.

Feeling that his own soldiers were protected in front of him, Du Duwei wiped his eyes, everything he saw was still red, and he could vaguely recognize the countless sturdy figures in front of his own soldiers. The monstrous shouts of killing scraped in front of him like a knife. The pro-soldier leaned into Du Duwei's ear and shouted:

"General, the reinforcements of the Chinese army are coming, and the Tubo people are defeated, defeated!"

The hero of the soldiers, Du Duwei, was not as excited as he imagined, but sat on the ground with a limp of his feet, and issued an order:

"Blow the trumpet, gather the soldiers. etc······ Let's chase after it later, we won't be out of the limelight. ”

The iron cavalry and heavy infantry of the Guards gave the Tubo people a fatal blow, and General Hao personally attacked the cavalry on all fronts, and the opponent's commander bent the bow and shot down the opponent's banner became the last straw.

It is extremely dangerous to leave your back to your opponents. On recklessness, I know this truth very well. He also tried his best to organize a formation to withdraw from the battlefield, but the *light armored cavalry, which had not been very useful, did not leave him a chance. These brisk cavalry flickered from afar, swift as the wind, sharp as lightning, like a butcher dealing with trapped cattle and sheep, entangled in the battle formation of the Tibetans, and from time to time went down with a knife and cut off a piece for the pursuing infantry to enjoy. When his own overseer was cleaned up by the crossbow arrows and the swords and axes of the rout, he had no choice but to leave the battlefield behind him.

All the troops were busy chasing and killing, and only the garrison led by Du Duwei was slowly cleaning up the battlefield, silently sending his seriously injured brothers on the road, and lifting his lightly injured robes and township parties. As for the Tibetan people, no matter whether they were lightly injured, seriously injured, or injured, they did not kneel down and beg for mercy, and they were all sent to the western sky.

No one thinks that there is anything wrong with Du Duwei's doing, General Hao is such a style.

More than an hour later, when the last of the pursuing cavalry returned, Hao Yu really burst into great joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Datang will win!"

"Victory!"

Surrounded by his own soldiers, Hao Jue rode his horse and inspected the soldiers amid the cheers of the soldiers. Everyone's face was full of joy for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and the joy of victory, even Du Duwei, who had always been regarded as a hillbilly. Although this slogan may not be to his liking, it is also very energetic.

It was a battle, * with 30,000 against 80,000 Tibetans, more than 18,000 beheadings, more than 20,000 prisoners, and tens of thousands of horses. The reinforcements from Guanzhong arrived in time, joined up with Hao Jue's cavalry, defeated the Tubo detour division, and killed more than 6,000 people under the main general. And the reckless recklessness that made Qian Xiong flee was also caught by the remnants of the garrison led by Guo Duwei and captured alive. This is a huge victory that has not been seen since the Tianbao years, and the good news came out, and Guanzhong was boiling. Luoyang is boiling.

A few days later, Li Dingjin led 20,000 iron horsemen to Xingyuan. A few days later, Hao Jue and Li Dingjin, the two demons, began an indefinite retaliatory sweep in two ways. It was not until the army rations were difficult to continue that the various armies in Guanzhong withdrew one after another, and they returned satisfied.

At this time, Li Yu's car had already returned to Chang'an.