As more than 1,000 armed young men entered the battlefield, the battle went straight to a white-hot state.

The physical strength and strength of young and middle-aged people are not comparable to that of the old and weak women and children, not to mention that the Tubo people put on chain mail for these young and strong, and many of them still hold shields in their hands.

The combat effectiveness of these people is actually no less than that of real soldiers, if the Tubo people dare to put on armor for them.

At the risk of dying at any time, the Changying Army, who insisted on the watchtower, was also constantly passing on the situation of the Tubo people.

Not only for the equipment of the young man, more than a thousand Tibetan heavy infantry followed closely behind the young man, and this time the flying ladders, goose carts, and wooden donkeys of the Tubo people were also all dispatched.

As time passed, two more throwing towers joined in, and all fourteen throwing buildings were started.

The arrows and crossbows of the Changying Army, the stones of the Tibetan people, and the stones thrown by Wuduo began to fly on the battlefield non-stop.

At Guo Rong's request to release water, more than half of the young men penetrated the blockade line composed of flying arrows and crossbow arrows, and stepped on the trench filled by the corpses of women and children in an attempt to cross the two wooden walls that were riddled with holes in the stones.

Some succeeded, but most of them were impaled by the spears, spears, and rifles of the long-awaited Tassels.

Some of the bodies that fell fell into the trenches, some were piled up outside the walls, and some were left in the middle of the two wooden walls.

From the time the first stone was fired in the morning and continued into the afternoon, more than 4,000 captured civilians were almost exhausted.

Under the blades of the Tibetans, they swept away the traps, walls, and fortifications laid by the Changying Army Engineer Battalion for several days with their flesh and blood.

The Tibetans began to follow the road paved with corpses, but ......

And when the heavy infantry of the Tibetan army stepped within a hundred paces of the camp of the Changying army, they heard the sound of a gust of wind whistling.

It was the sound of arrows shot from the camp of the Long Silk Army breaking through the air.

Caught off guard, the Tibetan heavy infantry, which was lined up in a close line, was pierced by a full eight iron arrowheads, crossbow arrows with the thickness of the bowl mouth.

This was followed by the second wave, the third wave......

The road that was piled up with young flesh and blood did not make Mutu change in the slightest, but the strings of sugar gourds composed of Tibetan heavy infantry made Maben Mutu's expression extremely hideous.

This time, although only more than 100 people were directly strung into a gourd, they were all his own soldiers!

With his fists clenched, Mutu gritted his teeth and spat out three words from his mouth.

"Eight Bull Crossbow!"

Turning around again, Mu Tu's eyes looked around, the cannon fodder ran out, then it was the turn of those servant troops, the Tang people from Hexi wanted to keep the weapons to build, the Zhaowu nine surnames from the Western Regions had a good combat effectiveness, and the green and green fighting from Da Shi was also very brave......

After thinking about it for a while, Mu Tu finally settled on his own idea, since everyone else is still useful, let's start with those guys from Tianzhu, it's a waste anyway.

Under the surprise attack of the Eight Ox Crossbows, after a heavy loss, there was a sound of gold, and the fighting stopped for a while, and the archers of the Changying Army were finally able to relieve their sore arms a little and nibble on two large cakes......

However, Mutu did not give them enough time, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the drums beat loudly......

After taking precautions, after spreading out and widening the distance, the effect of the Eight Bull Crossbow was sharply reduced, but fortunately, the Tubo people threw the building and fell down one after another after the high-intensity launch......

It's just that the place where he fought with the Changying Army changed from a civilian who was pure cannon fodder to a Tianzhu person......

From this moment on, the sound of war drums never stopped, and wave after wave of Tianzhu people, big cannibals, people from the Western Regions, and Tang people from Hexi took turns to storm the camp of the Changying Army.

For a whole afternoon, at least more than two thousand corpses were added to the camp of the Changying Army......

The battle lasted until dusk, and Mutu ordered the troops to be collected, and a total of 14 Tubo planes were scrapped, and the rest of the equipment was lost more than eighty percent, the soldiers lost more than 1,000, the servant army lost more than 1,500, and the cannon fodder lost more than 4,000.

Although the number of losses was staggering, the core force in Mutu's hands was still above 30,000.

Due to the fact that the entire Jingyuan Jiedu has implemented the policy of fortifying the walls and clearing the wilderness in the jurisdiction, the Tubo army cannot make up for the loss of cannon fodder nearby.

For this reason, before the daytime battle was over, Mutu had already sent a brigade to return to Yuanju after Xiao Pass to collect the cannon fodder he needed to continue the attack.

As the defending side, after wartime reinforcement and replenishment (engineers, cooks, medical soldiers, logistics troops, scouts), plus Guo Rong's 50-man guards, the actual number of the first battalion of soldiers exceeded 1,300 men.

In the whole day of fighting, more than 500 were killed and 100 were seriously wounded, and the rest were all wounded, and the number of people who still had combat effectiveness was less than 600.

That night, the Tubo army was still brightly lit, and the craftsmen of Hexi and Tubo were still building siege equipment, and at the same time, in order to prevent another sneak attack, Mutu strengthened the sentries three times and arranged for thousands of elite people to be on standby.

As a result, after waiting all night, the expected Tang Jun did not come.

The reason why he didn't come was that the Changying Army was also very busy that night.

At the beginning of the battle in the morning, when he felt a bad premonition, he asked Meng Qian to take out the eight-bull crossbow as a killer weapon, and Guo Rong had already sent cavalry to the rear to ask for help.

Before the dusk battle, reinforcements of six hundred men from three regiments of the second battalion had arrived.

Li Erniu was also killed from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, but after night fell, Li Erniu, who led the reinforcements, was still shocked to see the corpses all over the ground and the half-destroyed camp.

"Oh my God, General Zhonglang, Camp Commander Meng, what have you experienced during the day today?"

Hearing this, Meng Qian said a word with a bitter face.

"It's hard to put into words!"

Guo Rong gently patted Meng Qian's shoulder.

"Don't be indescribable, the performance of the first battalion is very good today, I will help you collect the nameplates, your task now is to bring back the people who are still alive in the first battalion! Plus, I have an important task for you! ”

"Nakarou will please order!"

"After you return to Camp 2, tell the general that the original plan has changed, that the blocking battle in Camp 2 has been canceled, and that the rest of the 2nd Battalion will escort the wounded back to Camp 3 with the 1st Battalion, except for the cavalry and scouts."

"Before evacuating, the Eight Ox Crossbow will be placed in the combat position, the grain, grass, and supplies will not be moved, and the other defense facilities will remain the same, as for other things, I will discuss with him after I return to the third camp!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

After seeing the first battalion leave, Guo Rong sighed and patted Li Erniu's shoulder.

"Okay, Erniu, the first battalion has withdrawn, and we should work too! We can't take the remains of the robe, but the nameplates must all be collected! ”

After dawn, a full fifteen throwing towers stood quietly in front of Guo Rong again.