"General Fang, General Luo, please fight quickly!"
"Go back and tell your general. It's just a few thieves. It won't be long."
As she spoke, Fang Yiai looked around. The Tubo people were already surrounded, and the war horses were crowded together in a chaotic mess. There was nothing to worry about. On the other hand, looking back at her own side, the strength of the troops was twice that of the Tubo army, and their morale was high. She felt reassured.
He shouted: "Brothers, fight quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yiai rushed up like a tiger descending a mountain. His horse stabbed, chopped, or swept with deadly moves. No one could defeat him. He set off a bloody wind, crushing him all the way up, leaving only one person behind.
There were corpses all over the ground.
When the soldiers saw how fierce Fang Yiai was, they also screamed and charged forward to kill him.
Killing, brutal and indifferent!
Every minute, every second someone falls.
Screams, wails, and the neighing of war horses echoed together, forming a death movement.
The Tibetan army did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. They killed and killed each other indiscriminately and killed countless others. Their strength was rapidly reduced.
In less than half an hour, the battle ended incredibly.
Fang Yiai was a little unbelievable. There were tens of thousands of enemies, and it would take more than an hour to finish the killing. Sure enough, Luo Zhang was right. The most important thing in a night battle is to mix them together so that it is difficult for the opponents to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and to kill each other.
Time was running out, and every second was extremely precious. Fang Yiai signaled the troops to briefly clean the battlefield, collect arrows to replenish the previous consumption, and hurried back with their horses.
As we ran all the way, we saw a large army fighting in front of us. It was the Tubo army that attacked head-on, but was stopped by Luo Zhang and his guard group. Luo Zhang's guard group was small, but for the poor visibility at night, and the white cloth tied around his neck to identify ourselves and the enemy.
, but the Tubo army did not and was defeated.
Not far away from the battle, a Hanzhou army was still using pedal crossbows to shoot arrows at the Tubo camp.
The Tibetan army suffered a disastrous defeat in the previous shooting, which was due to the foot-mounted crossbow with a longer range. Unfortunately, there were too few foot-mounted crossbows, otherwise Luo Zhang would have dared to fight the Tibetan army head-on.
Seeing that he was about to be unable to stop the Tubo army from charging, Luo Zhang was a little anxious. If he retreated, he would definitely die with a crossbow, and his weapons would be taken away by the Tubo army. There would be endless troubles. He loudly encouraged the soldiers, taking the lead and setting an example.
During his busy schedule, Luo Zhang saw a large army approaching. The white cloth around his neck was particularly dazzling under the moonlight. It was impossible to mistake him. He was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "But General Fang?"
"Exactly!"
"Hahaha, if you don't come back, you will have to collect the body for me." Luo Zhang shouted excitedly.
"Kill——" Fang Yiai's roar came back to Luo Zhang.
The soldiers had just won the battle, and their morale was high. Their murderous intent had not subsided, but it boiled over again at one point, and they rushed to help with howls and screams.
The addition of fresh troops immediately caused the Tubo army to be defeated like a mountain, and they retreated steadily.
Fang Yiai led his troops to cover up the killing, and Luo Zhang also ordered his troops to catch up.
After a good attack, countless corpses were left behind, and the remaining Tibetan troops took the opportunity to escape.
The two men joined forces and tacitly agreed to stop the pursuit and gather their soldiers into formation.
As for the battlefield, there is no time to clean it up.
A man hurriedly came over and said loudly: "Two generals, the crossbows are out of arrows."
"Stop attacking!" Luo Zhang said, riding forward.
Fang Yiai also rode up to catch up. The two of them walked a certain distance together and came to the front of the Tubo army formation. They saw that the Tubo camp had retreated a long distance, with torches rising into the sky and a chaotic mess, with shouts and wailings coming and going.
"It's a good opportunity to attack." Fang Yiai sighed.
"Yeah, it's a pity that we have too few troops, and we are too exhausted to fight anymore. If we rush in, we will easily get entangled. Even if we win, we will lose both sides. It's a pity." Luo Zhang agreed.
The army pursued them all the way, and they only rested for half a day. Their physical strength had not fully recovered, and the key feathers and arrows were consumed too much, so they did not have much strength to fight anymore.
Fang Yiai said regretfully: "It would be great if the main force is here, charge forward, and the battle will be decided!"
"Just stop it when you're ready. We killed more than 20,000 enemies in this battle. You staged an ambush and killed 10,000 enemies. You just drove away nearly 10,000 people. Adding the number of enemies killed by both wings, the total is about 50,000. Plus
What we gained from the first night attack last time was that at least 70,000 Tibetan troops lost their combat effectiveness, which is a good result." Luo Zhang said, pulling his horse and heading towards the main formation.
To achieve such results in two attacks is enough to be proud of!
It's a pity that the troops have reached the critical point and are unable to fight anymore.
After careful calculation, Fang Yiai found out that he had killed about 70,000 enemies without even realizing it. He felt very good and immediately pulled his horse to catch up. He said excitedly, "How about beating nearly 10,000 enemies?"
"Fight, why not fight? Continue the night attack, but do not rush to kill, focus on harassment, create panic, and do not give the Tibetan army a rest, making them tired, irritable, impulsive, bored, exhausted of physical and energy, and then it will be easy to fight later.
"
"It makes sense, what should we do?" Fang Yiai agreed excitedly.
After returning to the main formation and taking a short rest, Cheng Chumo and Xue Wanche came over.
Together, the four of them decided that the plan for the three-sided night attack remained unchanged, but the intensity was controlled and focused on intimidation to reduce casualties. The Tibetans would run away if they pursued them, and would return if they did not pursue them and continue to harass them.
The battle was won, the morale of the troops was high, and no one complained.
The Tubo army camp was gloomy and gloomy.
When the results of the battle were reported, Lun Qinling was so angry that he cursed the generals for being incompetent and called Uda a fool. The generals were so silent that they dared not answer the question.
After a while, Lun Qinling finished venting his anger and his mood finally stabilized. He thought that nearly half of the troops had suffered casualties and their morale was low. If they persisted, they might mutiny.
Even if there is no mutiny, the wailing of tens of thousands of wounded soldiers is enough to make the remaining soldiers unwilling to fight anymore. However, there is a lack of medical treatment and medicine, and the wounded soldiers cannot be treated at all. They still need people to take care of them. Once the Hanzhou Army attacks, only the number of troops that can be mobilized will be limited.
There are about 50,000 troops. How can we fight with such a small force?
You can't just leave the wounded soldiers alone, that will lead to a direct mutiny!
The more I thought about Qinling, the more irritated I became, but I didn’t know what to do for the moment.
All the generals also looked at each other, nervous.
After a while, a general who believed that he was close to Lun Qinling suggested: "Commander, why don't we prepare our army overnight and launch a counterattack after dawn, so as to catch the opponent by surprise."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a terrible sound of war drums, which was particularly abrupt at night.
The last two war drums sounded, the losses were heavy.
Now it sounds again, which means that the Hanzhou Army is attacking again.
The person who just spoke had a cold look on his face and shouted: "You bastard, there's no end to this. Commander, I'm willing to lead my troops there and kill the enemies who invade in the future."
"Shut up!"
Lun Qinling shouted loudly, looked at a person and warned: "Quickly go and pass the order. All the troops are guarding the camp and are not allowed to go out."
"Follow the order!" The other party hurried out.
The person who just spoke reluctantly shouted: "Commander?"
"Idiot, you know how to act recklessly. Use your little brain to think carefully. Wu Da led 10,000 cavalry to attack. What was the result? The whole army was wiped out in an hour. What does this mean?" Lun Qinling asked.
Everyone's expressions froze, and they really didn't think about this issue in detail.
They are all veterans of battlefield fighting. How could they not understand that this means that the Hanzhou Army is powerful in combat?
Why is it so powerful? Of course it is because of its superior strength.
"The main force of the Hanzhou Army has arrived?!"
"How can we fight this?"
Terrible thoughts appeared in everyone's mind one after another, and no one dared to say anything.
A depressing atmosphere instantly filled the central military tent.