Night battles are not easy to fight, street battles are not easy to fight, if you combine the two, the street battles at night can be called hellish existence, if you add a Tang Dynasty, it will be a nightmare level.

In the case of a significant decline in morale, the Tubo people did not choose to slow down the pace, but chose to fight non-stop night battles, which really surprised Guo Rong and Li Yu.

In the three-day bloody battle, the Tibetans lost more than 5,000, but the Changying army who held the big camp was not comfortable.

In consideration of luring the enemy into the urn, the Changying army gave up the lethal bow and crossbow arrow array, and took the initiative to put the Tubo people into the camp, thus directly starting a strangulation similar to street fighting.

Therefore, in three days, the Changying army also killed more than 1,000 people, and if it were not for the military doctors attached to the Changying army, if it were not for the temporary field hospital established in the camp before the war, the number of people killed in the battle would have increased by at least 30%.

Starting from the No. 1 camp outside Xiaoguan, to the present, when Guo Rong set off from Chang'an, the soldiers of the sixth battalion died in more than 2,000 battles, and the intact rate was once as low as 50%.

If it weren't for the two battalions sent by Han Yu from the rear to replenish the troops, the strength of the first battalion, the fifth battalion, and the sixth battalion of the three battalions that held the first, fifth, and sixth camps respectively would not even be able to gather four hundred people from two regiments now.

In the face of the sudden start of the night battle, Guo Rong and Li Yu's reaction was the same, and the Tubo people reacted, knowing that they were fooled and lame, but this time was too early, and there were still 6,000 cavalry in Tubo who had been on standby!

This part of the population will become the biggest threat to the whole plan!

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder, when the Tubo people launched a crazy night battle, Guo Rong and Li Yu also immediately made up their minds.

Guo Rong led the 1st, 5th, and 6th battalions, which were supported by supplementary troops, to hold the main battalion with the assistance of engineers, attracting enemy infantry while guarding the field hospital where nearly 1,000 wounded were concentrated.

Li Yu led the second, third, and fourth battalions, which had a complete rate of more than 80 percent, to quietly leave the camp from the rear under the cover of darkness.

In the west where the defensive area remains the same, the reduction in the number of defenders will inevitably lead to a decrease in the hardness of the defense.

In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, under the command of Guo Rong, the remnants of the three battalions fought and retreated, slowly retreating to the location of the field hospital, while the engineer battalion, under the cover of Guo Rong, seized the time to arrange traps and eight-bull crossbows on the periphery of the field hospital.

However, for the Tibetans, all this represented the great results of the night battle, and when the night battle began two hours, the Tibetans occupied almost one-third of the entire camp, and this success had exceeded the sum of the previous three days of bloody battles.

From ordinary soldiers, to hundreds of households and thousands of households in the middle level, to tens of thousands of households and nobles, everyone's morale was ignited at once.

Around Maben Mutu, a large group of people began to flatter him like crazy.

"Maben is mighty!"

"Brave!"

"Clever calculation!"

"The future of the great phase, the future of the five realms of the east to make ......"

And Mutu himself is happy to accept this!

Just as Mutu was bathed in flattery, the battle in the camp suddenly came.

"Maben, after attacking the rear camp of the Tang army, the attack was blocked, not only did the advance be slow, but the casualties began to increase, Karma Wanhu asked Maben for support!"

It was clear that the battle situation was unfavorable, but Mutu's face was filled with an excited smile, and then he laughed out loud under the gaze of a kind of people around him.

"The dog jumps over the wall when he is in a hurry, and the rabbit will bite when he is in a hurry, not to mention the Tang army, if the Tang army keeps retreating, I will still worry about whether it is a trick, but now it seems that the Tang army is indeed a rout under surprise!"

"Salma, O'Gree, Graeme, put the three of you Tubo warriors into it, you will be the last straw that overwhelms the Tang army!"

"Yes!"

"Marben, what about me!"

Mutu looked at Asma, who was eagerly cavalry, and laughed again.

"Asma, are you going to throw your war horse into the camp of the Tang Army?"

"Forehead ......"

"Don't worry, I have more important tasks for you!"

"Maben!"

"Why do we need to let the Tibetan warriors bleed now, it's not because the cannon fodder is gone, even those servant troops have lost more than half, what if we have cannon fodder?"

"What do you mean, Maben?"

"Yes, you guessed right, we stormed the Tang army camp for three days, and the Tang army in Jingzhou City didn't have the slightest idea of taking the lead, which shows that they were either frightened, or they were very empty."

"But there is no difference for us, as long as we take this big camp in front of us, Jingzhou City will no longer be a threat, and when your cavalry continues to advance eastward, I don't believe that the rear of the Tang army will not be able to capture the Han people and attack the city for us!"

"Maben is wise!"

"Maben Shenwu!"

"Maben Wuhou reincarnated!"

Gently stretching out his hand to stop the flattery of the generals and leaders around him, Mutu continued to instruct Asma.

"You go back now, let your boys settle down their horses, unload their armor and rest, and recuperate, it doesn't matter to you what happens in front of you, understand?"

With Asma gone, and in the midst of the flood of flattery, Mutu continued to focus on the center of the battlefield.

And in the place where Mutu did not pay attention, after two hours of marching in the night, the three battalions led by Li Yu reached the rear of the enemy camp without anyone noticing.

A line, a line of Tang sergeants, half-squatted in the bushes and grass, their faces smeared with black ash, leaving only a pair of bright eyes.

Some people stared nervously, while others comfortably chewed cold and hard cakes.

The three battalions, which were basically intact in combat effectiveness, and the remaining two thousand people, quietly waited for the order, silent.

After a hard battle, Guo Rong led three battalions with a total of less than 1,500 men to retreat to the preset position of the engineer battalion.

When a Tibetan man followed, he was shocked to find that in the firelight, at most three paces away in front of his eyes, there was an eight-ox crossbow, and at this moment, the crossbow of the eight-ox crossbow with the thickness of his arm was facing him directly.

And behind the Eight Bull Crossbows, a Tang Army had already raised the hammer in his hand to fire the crossbow machine.

At this moment, the blood of the Tibetan people was cold!

"Put!"

This is the last voice heard in the lives of the Tibetans.

Fortunately, he was not in pain, and the iron arrow passed through his chest in an instant, shooting his body backwards.

And he was not alone, several voices were shouted almost at the same moment, and the entire arc defense line of the Tang army was shouted, and dozens of huge crossbow arrows brought the Tubo people's attack to a halt in an instant.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Pei Zhi, who was thin and covered in blood, hurriedly ran to Guo Rong's side.

"General Zhonglang, the sergeant on the watchtower sees that the enemy brigade of foot soldiers has entered the camp!"

"Okay, hold on for another quarter of an hour, and let them go in again!"