"Actually, when I burned down those baggage carts, I deliberately left a few jars of wine. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "In front of Su Ming, Liu Yu didn't plan to hide his secrets, and everything came out of the tray.

"Let's be in the next life, we can be brothers in the next life. Su Ming smiled, "This life is too short to do so many things!"

"Good!" Liu Yu stretched out his right hand to him, eagerly expecting his response.

Su Ming stretched out his right hand, which had only two fingers, and held it with Liu Yu, "I am a trustworthy person, and my words count." ”

Liu Yu's voice couldn't help but tremble a little, "My words have never counted!"

The two said goodbye in front of the battle, and Liu Yu ordered fifty people to send Su Ming away. I only felt some heat in my eye sockets.

"Soldiers, come with me!" his expression became firm, and there was only one thought in his heart, that is, the blood of all the sacrifices must not be shed in vain.

On the vast grassland under the setting sun, the earth is bleeding, the Khitans have lost their children, and Liu Yu has completely turned into a fierce beast.

He hurried and charged in front of the battle. The soldiers were all under his inspiration, and they bent their bows and arrows as they charged, and did their best to harass the advancing Tibetan heavy cavalry.

Over there, Su Ming had also rushed to the front of these Tibetan ironclad monsters, and the horse under his crotch was stabbed down by the Tubo people with spears, so he quickly jumped onto the back of the other horse.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and without stopping with both hands, he quickly untied the armor wrapped around the head of the old man with seven wounds.

The head of the seven-wounded old man hadn't eaten meat for several days, and he couldn't wait to open his mouth to bite him. Su Ming hurriedly turned the head of the seven-wounded old man and pressed it face down on the saddle.

The head of the old man with seven injuries was so anxious that he began to gnaw at the saddle.

Su Ming took the opportunity to tie the long iron rope used to bind the armor to the remaining bit of his neck bone, and raised it in the direction of his flying hand.

Unexpectedly, the head of the old man with seven injuries actually bit through the saddle and bit the back of the horse. The corpse poison instantly penetrated the horse's whole body, and the horse seemed to be crazy, regardless of the large piece of bloody flesh torn off by the old man with seven wounds on his back, and rushed straight out and pounced on those Tubo heavy riders.

The Tibetans were surprised to see this, they had seen a mighty tiger and a lion, but they had never seen such a fierce horse.

A spear pierced the horse's chest, and then went aside. A good horse was suddenly torn apart, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The blood of the horses was sprinkled all over the Tibetan iron horsemen who pierced their spears, and they vaguely smelled a strange smell of horse blood, but they did not care.

However, just as they were about to continue the charge, they all stopped, and their eyes turned blood-red. In a matter of moments, these people were all madmen, swinging spears everywhere.

Their goal was no longer Jerush, but all living beings in their path.

Su Ming took advantage of the chaos to carry the head of the seven-wounded old man who was tied tightly with iron chains, and rushed into the formation of these Tubo iron horsemen. He threw the heads of the seven wounded old men fiercely, and went straight to these Tubo people.

The head of the old man with seven injuries was really startled, and he hurriedly spit out the horse meat in his mouth. But the next moment, he smelled the fragrance of human flesh again, and it turned out that he had met a Tibetan cavalryman.

Although the Tibetan cavalryman's face was covered with iron sheets, he did not protect his neck after all. The head of the seven-wounded old man rolled, and his sharp teeth immediately bit his Adam's apple, and he refused to let go.

This poor Tibetan creature was so mad that he turned his horse and stabbed his spear at his comrades.

The severeness of the skull of this seven-wounded old man was far beyond Su Ming's imagination. Originally, he only wanted to use this monster to delay the advance of the Tibetans as much as possible, but he never thought that this monster was so ferocious.

Suddenly, a spear pierced his chest from behind. He stared at the tip of the spear dripping with blood on his chest for a moment, then let out a loud cry, grabbed the end of the iron chain, and pulled it violently, and the head of the seven-wounded old man flew up again with a piece of human throat bone, and rushed towards the Tibetan soldier who was plotting behind his back.

The skull of the seven-wounded old man was invariably more interested in the freshness of the living, so he laughed and spat out the broken bones in his mouth, opened his mouth and bit his throat, and kept sucking blood.

It's just half a cup of tea, and there have been a lot of Tibetan heavy riding tricks. These venomous men began to devour their companions, their blood flying in the air, more terrible than the plague.

The plague only kills people, but this poisonous blood can make people crazy.

Fear quickly spread among the ironclad cavalry, and with Liu Yu's troops constantly harassing the guerrillas on the periphery, these Tibetans gradually began to lose their fighting spirit.

It should be at the order of Cang Gyatso, tens of thousands of Tibetan archers were drawn from various fronts, intending to surround this Tibetan iron cavalry that had lost its combat strength and began to fight back from all directions.

Arrows rained down in the air, and soldiers around Liu Yu continued to die from arrows. He knew that if he didn't retreat, then all the men and horses would have to fold here.

Even a small mistake on the battlefield can affect the final outcome of the battle. He must not be angry with himself, but end up fulfilling the Tibetan people.

He ordered all the men and horses to retreat, quickly leave the encirclement of the Tibetans, and defend to the outskirts of Yelu Shilu's Checheng.

He looked at Su Ming, who was surrounded by the Tubo people from a distance, and Su Ming also saw him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Su Ming's figure disappeared in an instant.

Hu San has been following the coach to retreat, as an old oilman, he knows that this is the safest.

Seeing that Su Ming was deeply trapped in the enemy formation, he said with a worried face: "Liu Shaoxia, Su Ming will go crazy if he doesn't die this time." He was covered in blood, and there must have been blood stained with corpse poison among them. ”

Liu Yu closed his eyes and let the wind on the grassland pour into his ears, "No, he won't be crazy." He'd rather die than go crazy!"

......

After two days of fierce fighting, the Tibetan general Cang Gyatso finally decided to send all his men and horses to charge at the magnificent palace caravan of Yelu Shilu.

And all the Tibetans also believed that even if their ironclad cavalry was in chaos right now, they still had a chance to win.

After two days of fierce fighting, there were still as many as 500,000 Tibetans. And Yelu Shilu has already sent all the men and horses he can mobilize, and the eight Khitan tribes together have only more than 100,000 people, and they are by no means the opponents of the Tubo.

Heaven favors the Tibetan people, and the grassland is about to belong to them, and the Central Plains is not far away.

Hundreds of thousands of Tibetans took turns charging at the Khitan islands from different directions, and Liu Yu's 2,000 men and horses were quickly routed and submerged in the sea of Tibetans.

A thought flashed through his mind, maybe this was going to really die. Death always comes unguarded.

Before he died, he turned his head to look at the palace caravan towering behind him. Inside the caravan, Yelu Shilu, the Khitan khan, is also about to usher in his end.

Many Tibetan cavalry had already broken through the Khitan defense line and reached the palace caravan. They turned and dismounted, and with greed in their eyes, they went to the temple with their swords.