This was already a contest without suspense, and even though the heavy cavalry of the Tibetans had collapsed, this did not prevent their iron cavalry from stepping on the Khitan tents, cutting off the heads of their men, and capturing their wives and children as slaves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, at this moment, the Khitan Khan's magnificent golden palace caravan suddenly collapsed in all directions, crushing the Tubo people who had just rushed under the palace caravan to the ground, and the rolling logs smashed their brains to the ground, and they died of exhaustion before they could snort.

Liu Yu took a closer look, and after the outer wall of the palace caravan collapsed, the thick skeleton inside still stood tall.

The skeleton is divided into five layers, each of which is densely packed with Khitan heavy cavalry, adding up to about 2,000 people.

There was no iron production on the grasslands, and there were not enough blacksmiths, so it was not easy for Yelu Shilu to be able to gather two thousand sets of steel armor and iron armor to equip these people.

The blood-red sunset shone brightly on these steel armors.

Dressed in silver armor and armed with two spears, he stood proudly on horseback in the middle of two thousand heavy horsemen, which was conspicuous.

On the skeleton of the five-story palace caravan, there are cascades of turnarounds. He led more than 2,000 Khitan heavy horsemen to rush down the ladder in an orderly manner, shocking the Tubo people who came to kill the generals.

Before these Tubo people could react, he had already rushed down from a high place with these Khitan iron horses. The iron spears in the hands of the soldiers, more than three feet long, pierced out in unison like a jungle, and the tips of the spears were as bright as silver.

Everywhere they passed, people were torn apart!

Yeluxuan's martial arts skills were superb, and although the armor on his body was very heavy, he didn't care. He did not hold the reins of the horse, only clamped the saddle with his legs, and stabbed back and forth with a gun in both hands.

The herdsmen and nobles of the Khitan Eight Divisions thought that they would be defeated in this battle, but after seeing this elite army of the Khan, their spirits were greatly boosted, and they followed this heavy cavalry of 2,000 men to charge forward.

Although there are not many iron horsemen of 2,000 people, there is no one who can match them on the battlefield at this moment. They have become the tip of the knife of 100,000 Khitan tribesmen, piercing straight into the hearts of the Tubo people.

These Tibetans thought that they would win the battle, but when they charged at Yelu Shilu's palace caravan, they had already lost their form and became a pot of porridge. At this moment, it was extremely difficult for them to spread out in all directions again.

The sound of gold began to sound in the formation of the Tibetans, which was a signal for the withdrawal of troops.

At the same time, there were constantly Tibetan archers riding horses from the Bafang Branch, firing arrows at this Khitan heavy cavalry, trying to slow down the charge of this group of men and horses.

However, there were many people on the battlefield, and these archers could not freely gallop around, giving full play to their guerrilla advantages.

Before some archers could shoot arrows with bows, they were picked up from their horses by the spears of the Khitan heavy horses, and then there was chaos.

Other archers succeeded in shooting the arrows, but with little success. Unlike the Tibetans, Yelu Shilu used chain mail to protect the body of the Khitan heavy horse, even the horse's calves were wrapped.

At the cost of slowing down his marches, he created a torrent of steel that would be unbreakable by a thousand troops.

Under the leadership of Ye Luxuan, who was highly skilled in martial arts, this iron cavalry advanced in order. The slaughter was carried out in an orderly manner, steadily and without losing speed.

In the face of this invincible elite army, an atmosphere of fear began to spread among the Tibetans, and the battlefield became very chaotic. The resisting, fleeing, and retreating Tibetans trampled on each other, and they began to lose their direction, and even broke into the ranks of the Khitans in a panic, and then their heads were cut off in a daze.

While the Tibetans continued to retreat, the men and horses of the eight Khitan tribes followed their heavy cavalry and kept rushing forward to kill. They galloped across the vast sea of the Tibetan people, stabbed the Tibetan deserters from behind with their horse lances, and then chased after them and cut off their heads with knives and hung them on the side of the saddle to prove their military exploits.

Garhai's face turned red with excitement, and he led the soldiers of the right army to rush around and kill. More and more heads were beheaded, and the number of five thousand was not a problem.

However, Liu Yu had only one thought in his heart, and that was to find Su Ming's whereabouts.

The body of a strong man must not be left to rot on this barren grassland. Su Ming, he should have his own home, and enjoy the glory he deserves on the side of the Lanlou Snow Temple in the Emei Mountains.

Liu Yu gave Nogi an order, "No matter what, Su Ming's whereabouts must be found." Whoever wins will receive a bounty of three hundred taels!"

After Nomu received the order, he discussed with his righteous brother Garhai for a while, and immediately divided a team of men and horses to search for Su Ming's whereabouts on the battlefield.

Under the sky, a massacre of small fights continues. The blood of the Tibetan people splashed and fell in the setting sun.

It was not until after nightfall that they took advantage of the cover of night and fled the battlefield in embarrassment after paying the lives of countless soldiers.

Liu Yu stood on the cold grass at night, every inch of land under his feet soaked in the red blood of the Tubo people. He stood against the evening breeze, waiting for news that Nogi had brought back Su Ming.

Not far from him, the victorious Khitans had already set up a bonfire. The soldiers, scarred on their bodies, began to dance around the fire, the song echoing in the night sky. "The majestic Baiyinhan Mountain is covered with snow, the boundless Ulanda Dam is covered with forests, the surging Wuerji Mulun River is flowing endlessly, and the vast Khitan grassland stretches endlessly, ho ...... Creak...... O my people, you are riding your horses after the sunset......"

Liu Yu looked at the dancing flames, and his eyes began to blur a little. Although the singing and laughter in front of them came and went, and the fire spirits leaped and flickered in the night, the dead could no longer hear or see.

The dead are gone, leaving behind endless pain that keeps beating at the hearts of the living.

During this period, Yelu Shilu twice sent people to invite him to enter the Great Tent of the Khan, but he shook his head and refused.

From afar, he saw that the Great Tent of the Khan was brightly lit. He didn't have to go to understand that at this moment, Jerushe should be holding a huge celebration feast.

With the consistent style of Yelu Shilu, the seats will be arranged according to the merits of the battle. And Liu Yu thought to himself that with the credit of successfully containing the Tubo iron cavalry in this battle, he would definitely be able to win a good seat.

It's just a pity that he has no interest in all this.

It wasn't until midnight that Nogi returned with the people. The group was covered in blood, not because of how many people they killed, but because they had rummaged through the corpses on the battlefield.

He untied a package from his horse and put it in front of Liu Yu, "General Right, Master Su... Didn't come back alive. This is his body, which we found in the northwest corner of the battlefield. That strange head was so powerful that it would not leave his territory. After we killed more than a dozen people, we were lucky enough to take Su Gongzi back. ”