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The clanking of swords, the hissing of horses, the cries of soldiers on both sides of life and death, the disgusting muffled sound of swords cutting through armor and cutting into the human body ...

Three hundred Tubo cavalry who had been thwarted by tripping horses, dark arrows and throwing guns were killed by two hundred Xiliang cavalry.

Du Songmang Baojie couldn't believe his eyes, my goodness! Before half an hour, his troops collapsed inexplicably! The dozens of riders around him fought hard to resist the impact of the surrounding Tang Jun, and the other subordinates were completely disbanded, I don't know where they went! Oh my God! How is this going! Is it really like this? Many Tubo soldiers who lost their war horses ran to the place where the Zhaxi battle flag was dead, but Tang Jun's bow and arrow shot them relentlessly in front of Zhaxi.

Du Songmang was absolutely unable to accept such a defeat. He threw away his helmet, screamed and brandished a war sword, and despite the dissuasion of the guards, rushed towards Tang Jun frantically.

The dull trumpets of the Tubos sounded again, and the brigade arrived! It seems that they have discovered that the attack was only an empty camp, and the fierce fighting here caught their attention.

The crazy Du Songmang Baojie could no longer hear the bugle. The anger and humiliation made him just want to kill you with these Tang dogs.

The sharp whistling, Tang Jun, who was hacking, suddenly turned around and began to retreat!

"They're going to run! Chasing! Chasing!" Du Songmang tied his legs and urged the horse to chase away Tang Jun. "Chasing! Chasing ..." A cold and sharp object suddenly blocked Du Songmang's throat, and a backward impact almost pulled him off the horse. The muscles of the neck contracted violently, and the stiffness of the throat went straight from the throat to the whole body. This thing was so arrogant that he couldn't say the next word anymore. Du Songmang Baojie stubbornly took a deep breath, opened his mouth again and shouted, but it was not a high cry, but a sticky blood! He looked down in horror and saw a trembling feather arrow! Oh my God! I hit the arrow!

The guards around Dusongman Baojie were stupid — their young general's neck was somehow completely penetrated by a sharp arrow! The guards looked at each other, and no one knew what to do, but General Du Songman Baojie, who was staring at them with their mouths silly, bowed his head blankly. He seemed to be carefully observing the arrow that shot through his throat Then he slowly raised his hand and tried in vain to pull it out. His hand just grabbed the arrow feather, but his body fell off the horse. The guards' war horses frightened in a circle back again and again, and at last someone shouted like a monster: "General Dusongman Baojie is dead!"

The sudden death of Du Songmang Baojie made the Tubo army chaotic for a time. Zhisangyabra and Dazalugong heard the news and hurried to check Dusongman Baojie's body. No one was there. Ordering to pursue the retreating Qiu Jiu, only a few scattered riders aimlessly strayed in the abandoned camp and threw torches into the empty tent.

Woo --- Sangyabra whispered silently, let go of the arrow handle and raised his hand to touch his son's cold face, and his trembling hands closed his eyes for his son.

Daza Lugong looked at the heartbroken old father and the tragic brother, and there was a fire of revenge in his heart. Although he and Du Songmang had never been in harmony, they were brothers! After years of fighting with my father, I have never eaten such a boring loss! It also hurts the father's most beloved child! "Be sure to peel and cramp this group of Tang dogs!" Daza Lugong gnawed his teeth.

"Daza Lugong, did you see your dead brother?" Worthy of being a battle-hardened veteran, the grief of the bereavement didn't just destroy Zhisangbra, "Tanggou's heavy team won't run Far away, find them and kill them! "

Dazalu Gongfei jumped onto the warhorse, pulled out his sword and pointed directly at the sky, "The sky testified, I don't kill Dazalu Gong, don't kill this group of Tang dogs!" Du Songmang defends the warriors for revenge! "" Kill the Tang Dog! "

The Tubo cavalry glared a pair of blood-red eyes, led by Daza Lugong to meet the first dawn of the sky, and chased down along the hoof marks of Qiu Jiu cavalry retreat.

Behind him came an old dry cry from Sangyabra: "Kill them, don't leave a live mouth! No one!"

The night raid was a big win! Zhao Ling and his brethren all smiled. "I slaughtered three!" "I'm four!" "It's too dark! I didn't see how many shots!"

Qiu Jiu was not so optimistic. He knew that the main force of the Tubo was intact. The annihilation of its right wing only thwarted the other party ’s sharpness and slowed down the steps of the Tubo attack. As soon as it dawned, when they found out the real strength of the hung team, they would definitely attack with all their strength, but the side only had a dead guard, and there was absolutely no option to retreat. The key now is whether these hundreds of people can withstand the impact of nearly a thousand Tubo cavalry and insist on the arrival of reinforcements.

On the high ground by the Teckler River, a circular defensive array constructed by car battles has been completed. The outer layer is surrounded by forty carts loaded with grains end to end. The carriage in the inner circle is ordnance, and all the animals are concentrated in the center of the circle.

Yuan De, who had not slept all night, was covered with bloodshot eyes, walking around in a circle like the ants on the hot pot. The sky was getting brighter, and the white of the fish belly had appeared in the east. The older veterans moved their hands and feet, and the nervous young soldier bit his lower lip and rolled his throat knot to swallow saliva. The engineers holding the crossbows were neatly arranged in a standard launch formation, and the sharp arrows shone coldly. Except for the snorting of horses and the restless call of camels, there was silence on the hills.

The two big dogs "Fenglei" and "Diance" twirled impatiently at the foot of the mountain, raising their nostrils from time to time to move in the morning air. They were anxiously waiting for the owner to return. Ma Dayuan licked his lips and looked involuntarily to the northwest, damn, would n’t it be a problem? Not only him, Yuan De, Xiliang soldiers, and all others were anxiously waiting for news from Brother Qiu Jiu's two hundred.

"Brigade! They are back!" Someone shouted excitedly.

"I'm coming!"

"Brigade commander, it's the school captains!" A team nicknamed "Bulleye" under Ma Dayuan climbed the cart briskly and watched carefully for a while, "It's them! They are back safely!"

The spirit of the camp was refreshed, especially the soldiers of the Xiliang regiment, almost cheering.

Ma Dayuan couldn't resist the excitement, and climbed into the cart after a few strokes. A team of people turned over the hill and appeared in his field of vision. It was not Qiu Xiaowei who led it!

The night attacking brother Cema came to the battlefield, intimately huddled with Ma Dayuan's subordinates, and some people immediately began to blow the snails, talking vividly about the beautiful ambush battle last night.

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