The main flag was on the back of Wang Han, Lingqi followed Zhang Da's side, and the cavalry only followed Lingqi, all the way to the south, to get rid of the Tubo encirclement.

Following the team are all good hands, galloping at the same time to shoot arrows backwards, Wang Han is the most arrogant, sitting on horseback, within two hundred steps from the Qiang people, even beads and arrows, the bow is like a thunderbolt, every shot must hit.

Seeing that the general was so bold, the soldiers naturally followed, and hundreds of people lined up scattered and shot backwards.

The Tubo pursuers are not dead, and the distance is quite large, and they also open their bows to fight back, but after all, they are chasing and fleeing, and the pursuers will inevitably suffer losses in the distance, but the victory is in the number of people, and they can't do the high hit rate like the Song army, and they can always hit one shot in twenty shots, and there are also unlucky Song soldiers who were shot and fell off their horses.

Wang Han let everyone run away, carrying the main flag behind him, and the bows and arrows of the Qiang people shot repeatedly, as long as they did not come to the face, he could not block them, and after a while, seven or eight arrow shafts were inserted in his body, trembling and crumbling.

He didn't care, he took the arrow off his body and shot it back. Then it was found that the Song army's feather arrow shaft was narrow and smooth, the tail feathers were also neatly trimmed, and the arrow was even sharper and harder, so it was lethal. The arrows of the Qiang people are also sharp, but the blades are much shorter, the shafts are also short, and they are not smooth or straight, and the tail feathers are not even there.

It can be seen that the bow of the Qiang people is not as good as the bow of the Song people, which is reasonable.

After fleeing two miles to the south and then to the north, the whole team was zigzag-shaped, and all they wanted was delay. The Song army shot and killed many Qiang people, and many of them fell off their horses, but the proportion was much smaller. Not to mention anything else, Wang Han alone shot and killed more than 50 people, and when the arrow bag ran out, he took a pot again.

When the team turned north, there was a brief engagement with the Tubo army that caught up from the north, and each side left dozens of corpses, Wang Han rushed into the junction point with a big sword in his hand and slashed and slashed, cutting off the Qiang front and allowing the Song army to escape.

Wang Han carried the main flag on his back, and fought in the Tubo army, like a green dragon entering the sea, playing among the fish, everywhere he went, people turned over on their horses, the hands of the killer were slippery, and the hilt of the sword was unstable. The people of Tubo who had been killed were so frightened that they did not dare to come near him, and a leader-like figure shouted, telling the soldiers to stay away, not to fight, and to shoot him with arrows.

Dozens of arrows beckoned to Wang Han, Wang Han's big sword waved, blocking most of it, and a small part fell on him, on the back of the horse, the stabbing horse hurt, and he ran more cheerfully.

As for Wang Han, there is no difference between him and a hedgehog.

Even so, he calmly fled and returned to the Song army.

But looking at him, he was bright red, covered with blood, and his chest and abdomen were full of arrow shafts, but he didn't care at all, and with a wave of his arm, the arrow shafts slipped off one after another, as if nothing happened.

Only then did the soldiers know that the Xuannu disciple was strong in martial arts, and it really deserved its reputation.

Fleeing like this, always keeping a stone's throw away with the Qiang people, the Qiang people are constantly being shot, the Song soldiers are being caught up, you chase me, and the front and back are stale.

As time passed, Zhang Da no longer led the team around, but ran in a straight line and ran towards the mouth of Zongge Valley. It was also at this time that Wang Han's war horse under his crotch was exhausted and his speed was getting slower and slower. Wang Han was shocked when he saw this, and shouted to everyone: "Leave me alone, go and run for your life, and quickly enter the Zongge Valley." ”

As he spoke, the war horse's front legs weakened, and he knelt forward, his head hit the ground, breaking his cervical vertebrae, and he was dying.

Wang Han stepped on the horse's head to the sky, and the person flipped in the air and fell to the ground.

If you want to talk about the fate of horses, it is also pitiful, all war horses are a temper, born strong, never willing to run slower than horses, even if they die, they will die on the road.

Wang Han landed on the ground with the main flag on his back, and the Qiang people were overjoyed, screaming and screaming and rushing to kill, all of whom had to make their first contributions. Who would have thought that the flag would rise from the ground and soar upward, spinning at a high speed of three hundred and sixty in mid-air, and everywhere the long sword went, all the corpses were separated.

The Qiang people used a knife to cut it, but they didn't react to what was going on, and their head fell off first.

Wang Han relied on the anti-gravity armored horse, his body was as light as a swallow, coupled with the invincible sword, he fell into the crowd, and he was full of joy.

Be born? It was impossible, he only jumped on horseback, and fell a large piece wherever he jumped, and the Qiang people couldn't react at all, and blood began to flow out of their heads.

After slashing for a while, he found a good opportunity, grabbed a horse of the same size, galloped wildly, and once again broke away from the encirclement of the Qiang people.

The leader of the troops was furious and galloped his army, insisting on chasing Wang Han.

Seeing the troops in front enter Zongge Valley, Wang Han hurriedly shook the main flag and told Wang Meng to prepare to attack.

When the herald saw it, he reported to Wang Meng: "General Wang Han said to leave him alone and attack his main banner." ”

Wang Meng stood on horseback and watched, in the black and oppressive Qiang ranks, a Song army flag flew up and down, standing tall, the root of his nose was sore when he landed, and his chest was blocked.

Thinking that Wang Han was using his life to guide the Song army, telling himself where the enemy army would be. There was no time to grieve at the moment, and when he saw the Qiang people entering the firing range, he made a decision immediately.

"Buzz ——!"

There was a low sound, and a locust flew up in the Zongge Valley, and it fell like raindrops.

It was a salvo of two thousand archers, indiscriminate and unaimed attacks, covered with a rain of arrows, and there was no life.

The vanguard of the Qiang people is rushing fiercely, the horses are galloping, the crowd is crowded, and it is a large piece of dwarf in an instant, leaving only a lonely Wang Han, with a Qiang corpse on his head, and said: The ball is deep, thanks to Lao Tzu's timely precautions.

The front army said that 500 people fell under the rain of arrows, and the rear army instantly reined in slowly, already knowing that there was an ambush ahead, and naturally wanted to turn around and flee.

Where to stop them, there was a continuous sound of buzzing-buzzing, but the second and third waves of arrows from the Song army covered it.

A well-trained archer can fire three arrows in a row in ten seconds, and with such a high-density attack, only an invulnerable person like Wang Han can insist on standing, and the rest of the horses will all fall.

After the rain of arrows, five hundred elite cavalry of the Song army, who had been waiting for a long time, poured out.

The previous pursuit battle in Tibet, a short distance of seven miles, was led by the nose of the Song army for more than ten miles, and the people were already sleepy and tired, and now the front army was covered with bows and arrows, and the rear army was frightened, leaving only the rout army to flee, and there was no other way.

Under such circumstances, the five hundred Song troops covered up and killed, which became a nightmare for the Qiang people.

Chase, shoot.

The Qiang people's war horses are slow, the range of bows and arrows is short, and the morale of the army is disturbed, not to mention turning back and firing, even bows, arrows, machetes, dry food, and all the things that occupy the weight are thrown down, so as to reduce the weight of the horses as much as possible and seek a way for themselves to survive.

What's more, there was a constant howl from his companions around or behind him, which was the sound of being shot by the Song army's bow and arrow, and the sound of being cut down by the invulnerable Song people.

In this case, who dares to look back.

The 5,000 Tubo cavalry was now only about 2,000 horsemen, and even so, they were chased by the 500 Song army, panicking like lost dogs.