The first wave of more than 1,000 heavy horses arrived, and the cold horses, with a thirst for blood, launched a joyful round-up of the lamas. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There were constantly fugitives who fell behind the crowd who were pierced through their bodies, and the screams were endless.

Du Yuan and Zhang Liao stood in place, looking at each other.

"Two, but I'm a Tang people?" With this inquiry, the two looked back - Zhao Yizhen had changed the war horse from the hands of his subordinates, and he was still holding the Heavenly Wolf Handsome Banner in his hand, and he was stopping behind them at this moment. And Zhuan Zhu re-tied the horse's hooves tied under his feet.

"Uh...... That's right, we are Sichuan people. "It's not a lie, so Du Yuan is enough to deal with it.

Zhang Liao took a closer look at this famous general in the Western Regions, who had just passed by the battlefield in the distance, and originally wanted to go around. But after being reminded by Zhuzhu, it was said that the Heavenly Wolf Army of the Tang Dynasty was trapped here, so they temporarily decided to save people.

"Are you Zhao Yizhen's protector?"

"Exactly. What, we've seen it before?"

"Not really. Zhang Liao shook his head, "But not long ago, we helped a little friend Li Guangbi break through Anxi, and then got acquainted with General Guo Ziyi. After that, he helped him quell the chaos in Dunhuang, and destroyed several enemy chieftains by the way. I've heard them talk about you...... You or General Guo, whose official is bigger?"

This is a direct question, even a little abrupt.

But Zhao Yizhen was in a good mood and didn't think it was wrong. "Ziyi is my right-hand man. Could it be that you are the immortals mentioned in the military newspaper? Isn't that right...... It's about a man and a woman, but all three of you are men......"

The two of them were chatting here, and Du Yuan pointed to the east and asked, "Look there—what is that?"

Everyone looked at the situation, and after the gentle slope, only the prayer platform of Zhubin City was faintly visible.

The beacon fire is still there, and there are two people standing faintly under the wolf smoke, each waving blue and green flags, and the audience can't see clearly, as if there are countless people and horses. Shouts of killing were heard in the air—and the ground trembled.

Zhao Yizhen sighed, "It's my other two old subordinates, Xiao Song and Zhang Zhongliang, who seem to be trapped together in the Zhubin ruins after they gave up their lives." I will go to Dunhuang as soon as possible to join Guo Ziyi's Tianyue army, and I must not let down the sacrifices of these two......"

Du Yuan glared at the boss with a pair of shining black eyes, "What are you talking about? They are still alive, do you want to give up?" Your subordinates here are all over the mountains, and they are all elite heavy riders, why don't you take the two of you with you?"

"You don't know...... Zhao Yizhen thought that these people were kind to themselves and patiently explained. "At the moment, these heavy horsemen are less than 9,000, and it is no problem to kill these fearless lamas. Can you go back...... The opponent was the Tibetan and Turkic armies, totaling more than 50,000. The probability of winning is less than one percent, which is almost equivalent to sending the main force of the Sky Wolf Army to death...... I can't fight this battle. If I am alone, I have no scruples, and I will definitely turn back and kill back!"

"Fifty thousand?" Du Yuan looked at Zhang Liao and rubbed his hands.

Zhang Liao looked at Du Yuan, "What the hell are you kid doing?" Say it, I will definitely support you!"

"Hehe, it's still Brother Liao who is the most interesting. Du Yuan put away his hippie smile and turned to Dadu to protect the road, "Okay, you go, Dunhuang is not far away." I can't see the people of Datang being bullied the most, there are few of us, we have no scruples, so we simply go to make a fuss. It is impossible to destroy an army of 50,000, but it should be okay to save a few people. ”

After speaking, he turned around and rubbed his feet under the horse's hooves, the effect of the magic technique was still there, and he shot out in an instant, all the way to the dust, bypassing the deep ditch, and rushing straight to the direction of the rain prayer platform!

Zhang Liao immediately followed, and did not forget to turn around and tell Zhao Yizhen, "When you see Lao Guo and Xiao Li, help me bring one-"

Zhuan Zhu just straightened his waist, and when he saw this scene, he shook his head and sighed, "I owe it so much, I shouldn't have reminded them to help...... Forget it, let's go toss and talk about it!Anyway, Lao Tzu can't die anymore, it's a big deal to go back to the underworld and print another set of skins is ......" Before he could finish speaking, the black mist steamed again, and he chased after him.

Only the dumbfounded Zhao Dadu was left in place, his heart was like an overturned five-flavor bottle, I don't know what it tasted like.

......

Indeed, Zhang Zhongliang was pressed all the way by the Turks in the north and repressed back to Zhubin, and he retreated along the way, glued more than a thousand Longyou troops from large and small encirclements, and joined the remnants of Xiao Song's Hexi Army under the platform of praying for rain.

It is not a happy meeting, because both armies suffered heavy losses.

But the two old brothers worked side by side to fight the enemy, and finally had a companion on the Huangquan Road, and their hearts suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

As they joined together, so did the Turks and Tibetans.

Si Mo Lang was not worried about the power of the Dafa Conch of the lama group that went to the west to ambush Zhao Yizhen, and he was very convinced. What's more, there are many tantric means of reaching the heavens as a guarantee.

At present, he and Suli Khan have the same thoughts, that is, to eat the Hexi Army and the Longyou Army in one bite, so that the two major festivals of the Tang Dynasty will become historical dust on the same day.

As long as the narrow mouth of the Hexi Corridor is closed, the Western Regions will be a kite with a broken line, and you can turn around and chew slowly with peace of mind.

......

If you can't get out, you just stick to it.

Zhang Zhongliang held Xiao Song to the top of the rain prayer platform, and both of them personally waved their flags and shouted to cheer for the soldiers who formed a formation in the audience.

As the souls of the two armies, they are more morale-boosting than being caught in a battle, standing tall on a high ground. As long as they don't fall, the flag won't fall, and even if the soldiers fight to the last man, they will be able to radiate the combat power of several enemies.

Zhang Zhongliang shouted fiercely, but his heart became more and more desolate.

It was so tall that he could see the turbulent sea of people around him.

There are too many enemies...... Grandma's, I still have 30,000 troops in Longyou Station unused, just bring them all. If it weren't for Zhao Duhu saying in advance that Guazhou has limited grain and grass, I wouldn't have dared to bring only 3,000 soldiers to help.

Isn't Xiao Song just like him? Alas, there are 25,000 soldiers and horses in Hexi, and I only bring 3,000. It's all a fang's snack!

There were only two of them on stage.

Below the knots, all the captains were thrown into the front-line battle.

With the beacon fire of the prayer platform as the center of the circle, radiating outward, that is, the first layer of protection of the Tang army, a team of rangers dragged the horse lance and traveled counterclockwise, and the side impacted the enemy who pierced the probe to the center of the circle.

The second layer is the shield hand, but unfortunately there is no big shield, it is all round shields used by light horses, and the riders dismount early, shoulder to shoulder in rings, and half-squat to resist attacks from all directions.

The third layer was the spearmen, who also dismounted, clinging to the shieldmen of the second layer, and mounted their spears on the gap between the shields, and the tips of their spears were outward, and they struck at them in a maneuver. It is also a pity that the cavalry spear is not as long as the spear of pure infantry, and its power is naturally reduced.

On the back of the fourth layer is the reserves, each with a horizontal knife in hand, slashing every enemy who breaks into the depths of the horse. They were ordered to chop the horse's leg first and then the man!

The fifth floor with their backs to the prayer platform was composed of high-ranking captains, and they had only one goal - to sacrifice their lives to die at the feet of the main general. As long as a drop of blood is still there, don't call the fangs close!

This area has become a dangerous whirlpool in the sea of people. The Turks and the Tibetans surged up tidally, taking away dozens of lives, leaving behind dozens of corpses, and then rushing up, taking away dozens of lives, leaving dozens of corpses......

The outermost rangers of the Tang army became fewer and fewer, and the war horses continued to fall in front of their shields. The jockey's blood splattered on the ground, forming a deeper and deeper mud. This circle soon became a dark red blood pool.

The shield bearers on the second layer were expressionless, and they saw the opportunity to drag the corpses all over the ground, whether it was the Tang army, the Tubo army or the Turkic army, as long as it was a corpse, especially the one in armor, it was a good meat shield.

Corpses piled up, building a low wall.

On this wall, the blood is hot, steaming in the winter air.

Occasionally, some seriously injured people who had not yet completely broken were caught in it, letting out bursts of moaning, and their arms and thighs were still twitching subconsciously.

Those who are alive are glad that they are still alive, and at the same time envy those comrades who died.

Yes, it is more liberating to kick your legs and die than to suffer and wait for the scimitar that will fall on your head at some point.

......

The great lord of Tibet, Si Mo Lang, found Suli Khan on horseback, and the two stood side by side.

"The battle is decided—"

"yes, the battle is decided......

"Where are you going next?"

"Yizhou, Tingzhou, Xizhou...... It was the birthplace of our Turks. What about you?"

"Anxi, Dunhuang, Shule, Xiaobolu...... Since the Khotanese people can't hold it, we in Tibet will be reluctant to act as an agent. ”

The two laughed, chatting and laughing about the Tang Dynasty.

These two exotic heroes who have been suppressed by Datang Shenwei for many years and cannot express their nostalgia feel extremely happy and relieved at this moment.

Behind them, the rear army, waiting for a rotational attack, would have been idle. Maybe it won't be their turn to get in, and the siege will be over, they thought. So many people took out the jerky to gnaw, and more people took out the wine bag to quench their thirst.

The Tibetans exchanged yak meat for Turkic mare's milk lumps, and the two armies enjoyed each other.

It's a pity that happiness always comes short-lived and goes in a hurry......

There was an inexplicable small commotion in the distance, and there seemed to be mosquitoes harassing Crouching Tiger.

Simalang craned his neck and looked-

A man in black ran into the Tutu coalition army on foot to sneak attack, his body was very chic and his movements were very fast. When he made a fuss, attracting hundreds of idle and bored rear soldiers to chase him, he panicked and ran back to the way he came.

The coalition laughed as they watched as hundreds of comrades hunted a mortal lamb.

Unbeknownst to him, running for about fifty meters, the man in black suddenly sped away from his pursuers - and then, a golden light burst out from behind the dunes, soared into the sky, and fell heavily, just falling in the camp of the pursuers......

Peng-

A powerful shockwave spread, carrying a raging sand and dust that captivated everyone's eyes.

After the sand dune, another man in black ran out, who seemed to be a little older and looked a little bitter, and when he passed by the young man in black who was running back, the two of them also raised their hands and slapped their hands.

The old creature seemed to be running faster, covered in black mist, and in an instant he rushed into the rear of the coalition forces, leaving a string of red marks on the horse's buttocks with a very thin sword in his hand, and then began to turn and run back as well.

Isn't this Nima looking for trouble?!

Hundreds of horsemen chased after him, and ran to the place where the smoke and dust had just cleared, and the old fellow suddenly accelerated, and shook off the crowd.

The golden light burst out again, and something was swarthy to the sky, and then fell violently......

Peng-

The earth shook.

The dust on the ground had not yet fallen, and it was swept up by a powerful shock wave, which directly diluted a lot.

This time, Si Mo Lang could see clearly—there was no trace of any hunters in that realm. Only thousands of meatloafs were slapped flat on the ground, and human flesh and horse meat were mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish between them.

The jaws of the Great Lord of Tibet and the Khan of Suli fell on their horses at the same time, and they forgot to pick them up for a while......