Nomu Qi watched from a distance on the other side of the river, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but sneer, and said in his heart: "This Liu Yu actually wants to use fewer enemies and more enemies to get cheap from the Tubo population, which is simply self-defeating, but it also saves me from bothering." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Around him, the old man of the eight divisions wished that the 20,000 right troops on the other side would rush up to their deaths. The sooner the Han general died, the sooner the stone in their hearts would fall to the ground.

Xie Anniang stood on top of the towering drum rack, watching Liu Yu lead the army forward, and her eyes were faintly hot. She couldn't help but think of what her father once said when she was a child, "The athletes of the country, if you can't ask for the lives of the people of the world above the court, then you should gallop across the battlefield and stain the yellow sand with blood!"

She bowed her head and ordered the soldiers under the drum rack, "Push the drum rack and keep up with General Liu!"

"Princess Liuge, there is a battle ahead, it is very dangerous!" said the soldiers on their knees.

"Keep up!" Xie Anniang's tone was unquestionable, "The soldiers in front are bleeding, how can we watch the play in the back, wouldn't this chill the hearts of the soldiers of the right army!?"

When the soldiers heard this, they bowed their heads one after another, not daring to refute again.

"Hey!hey!hey!"

More than 100 athletes pushed the war drums and walked slowly, and Xie Anniang sweated and danced the drumsticks into a shadow. She watched Liu Yu swing an iron spear and pierce an oncoming enemy soldier, and vaguely had a faint illusion, as if the faster she beat the drum, the more fierce the Erlang surnamed Liu in front of him would kill the enemy!

"Knock! knock!"

Under the scorching sun, the sound of war drums and the roar of iron hooves echo each other, witnessing this extraordinary day.

Liu Yu ordered Garhai to lead the right army to assemble towards him, and although the 20,000 soldiers of the right army kept fighting, they were able to rely on the strict training on weekdays, and the formation was not chaotic at all.

Although the 50,000 Tibetan soldiers and horses were numerous, they could not bargain for the slightest advantage under the weapons of the well-trained soldiers of the Right Army. Some of the Tibetan cavalry tried to tear a hole through the flank and attack the center of the right army. However, as soon as they approached, several regimental signs were erected to block their charge.

The badges were painted with all kinds of monsters with hideous faces, and the horses under their crotches were startled and neighed. Just as they were panicking, spears stretched out from the gaps in the regimental cards, knocking these panicked Tibetan cavalry off their horses.

Since there is no way out, this Tubo team has to choose to fight hard. However, the Khitan right army in front of them was like an iron wall, and the attack and defense were impermeable, so they could not take advantage of it in the slightest. Under the continuous advancement of the Khitan right army, they could only retreat again and again, and at the same time left countless corpses.

They could see clearly that it was a black-haired young man galloping in front of the Khitan right army. The iron spear in this man's hand was very heavy, and he could not escape his life with just one shot. The Khitan right army, under the leadership of this person, is like a madman who has gone crazy. Wrong, it should be a calm madman. Because their formation has never been chaotic, and they have always maintained the same appearance as before.

These 50,000 Tibetan elite horsemen were hindered by the strict orders of the coach Cang Gyatso, so they could only face the enemy hard. However, in just a moment's effort, their formation had been torn apart, and the Khitan right army cut through their defense line like a sharp blade, and it didn't take long for 50,000 people to suffer casualties. The heads of the Tubo people fell to the ground one after another, rolled on the grass, and inserted them into the tip of the Khitan athlete's spear.

Their bodies were trampled by the horses' hooves and sunk into the spring dirt of the prairie. The tragic scenes in front of them all show people that this will be the most humiliating battle since the founding of Tibet.

More than 20,000 Khitan right troops with ordinary equipment actually annihilated the powerful Tubo army one after another, leaving no room for anything!

In the Khitan camp on the other side of the river, Yelu Shilu stroked his beard and laughed, after three years of training, this stubborn Han young man's art of war is so strong that there is no one else on the grassland.

Not far behind him, Nogi sweat rained down on his forehead. He glanced at the old generals of the eight divisions, suggesting that time and opportunity were running out for them.

At this moment, the main formation of the Tubo army suddenly moved forward in unison, pressing to the right army led by Liu Yu 500 paces away. The surviving Tibetan deserters took the opportunity to slip back into their camp and finally escaped with their lives. In the other square, various types of troops such as spears, bows and arrows, spears and regimental cards are dislocated and crossed to form a new formation.

The chief general of the Tibetan people, Cang Gyatso, finally couldn't hold back and began to dispatch the 500,000 troops he had requisitioned and replenished from all over the country in Tibet in the past three years.

Liu Yu could see that although the formation of the other army seemed ordinary, the combination had extraordinary power. Although he had never met this Cang Gyatso, it was expected that this person was by no means mediocre.

"Boom!"

I only heard a loud noise, and in front of the Tubo army, tens of thousands of big shields fell to the ground at the same time, smashing up a cloud of dust, and the momentum was very amazing. The shield wall stretches for dozens of miles along the Urji Mulun River valley like the wall of a giant city, and there is no end in sight.

Liu Yu's face was calm, although Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and remained silent. With a wave of his hand, 20,000 soldiers of the right army followed and formed a formation two hundred paces away from the hundreds of thousands of Tibetan troops.

At this time, this war seemed to have nothing to do with the Khitan army led by Yelu Shilu in the rear, but just a contest between the 20,000 soldiers of the right army under his command and the entire Tubo army!

The two sides are in a stalemate in the spring breeze of the grassland, the strong wind blows, and the spear cherry blossoms flutter!

Silence does not mean calm.

There is even greater power in the silence, enough to turn this grassland upside down.

The Tibetan general Cang Gyatso is known as the "Stone-faced Buddha", this person is not shocked by victory or defeat, and in a gesture, the military horses under his command move like thunder, and there is a tendency to destroy the withering and decaying.

In his years of fierce battles with Jerusher, he often won in defeat. In the past three years, the Khitan people and horses have also lost a lot, and forty percent of the current more than 100,000 Khitan people and horses are new soldiers, which are forcibly recruited by Yelu Shilu from various tribes on the grassland.

Except for Yelu Shilu himself, there are very few people who can make Cang Gyatso unable to hold his mind on the battlefield. This time, however, Liu did it. He succeeded in mobilizing 500,000 Tibetan troops with a mere 20,000 right troops.

With his success comes a lot of killing!

The Tibetans are bound to win back their last dignity, and they will not leave a chance for this Khitan right army to survive. Abi Hell will be the last place for these 20,000 people, and the broken corpses will be their last fate!

On the other side of the river, Yelu Shilu clenched the handkerchief in his hand full of coughing blood, and he understood that if he did not send troops at this time, Liu Yu and 20,000 soldiers of the right army on the other side would definitely lose their lives. He asked the Khan king's personal guards around him to send orders to the three armies, ready to cross the river at any time and launch a charge against the Tibetan army.