Back in the camp, Chang Huiwu asked Guo Ziyi in a low voice: "What do you think?"
Guo Ziyi thought for a long time and replied: "Ziting Town was captured and the Tibetan army was cut off from their retreat. This is a good thing."
Chang Huiwu: "No, no, I'm not talking about Ziting Town, but the army of evil spirits."
Guo Ziyi: "The Prince Consort once mentioned that there is an ambush at Longle Mountain Pass. When the time is right, it will cut off the retreat of the Tibetan army."
Chang Huiwu: "I have also heard about this, but the prince-in-law also said that the ambush soldiers were local rebels and not a regular army."
Guo Ziyi glanced sideways at Chang Huiwu and was speechless.
Changhui Wuyou didn't realize it and continued: "The Ziting Town camp guards the retreat route of the Tubo army. It is needless to say how important it is; and the five thousand guards are all from the Tubo army, and their combat power is even more incredible.
Underestimating it; in addition, the enemy has been operating Ziting Town for nearly a year, has fully prepared supplies, and has taken advantage of the location. How can any improvised rebel army in the world be able to capture such an important town?"
Guo Ziyi looked directly at Chang Huiwu and said in a deep voice: "In the Battle of Dunhuang, the Tang army won a complete victory. All you need to know is this."
Chang Huiwu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Guo Ziyi for a moment, and finally nodded.
After resting, Doulu Army and Moli Army broke out of camp and continued towards Ziting Town.
Along the way, the Tang army was surprised to find that many of the Tubo troops who fled towards Longle Mountain Pass turned back.
Some of the frustrated Tibetan soldiers panicked and fled towards the direction of the Doulu Army and the Moli Army.
Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu were puzzled, so they just accommodated the surrendered troops and continued on their way forward.
Traveling thirty miles away from Ziting Town, Guo Ziyi rode on a horse, climbed onto the sand dunes, and saw an unforgettable scene.
In the south of the hills, in the desert, hundreds of unidentified rangers, in teams of five, were dividing the Tubo army that was eating away at thousands of people.
In order to be lightweight, these rangers did not wear armor from top to bottom, and some even skipped their armor and went into battle bare-chested.
Among the five rangers, one holds a hook and rope to drag the enemy off his horse; one holds a horse spear and hits the armored soldier hard; one holds a spear to attack the invading enemy; and the other two hold a powerful bow to shoot the fleeing soldiers.
Whenever a Tibetan soldier is targeted by the five-man team, no matter whether he attacks or flees, he will inevitably die.
The tacit understanding of cooperation and the efficiency of the massacre made even veterans like Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu marvel in admiration.
Guo Ziyi: "This kind of roaming tactics is quite common among Shuofang's army."
Chang Huiwu: "You once served as the military envoy of the Hengsai Army. Is it possible for your soldiers to do this?"
Guo Ziyi looked at it carefully for a while, and finally shook his head and said: "The fighting methods are similar, but when it comes to bravery, technique and coordination, they are far inferior."
Chang Huiwu nodded, looked into the distance again, his expression paused, and then said to Guo Ziyi: "Look under the tree over there."
Guo Ziyi looked into the distance as told and saw many pack horses tied under the trees next to the battlefield. Each pack horse was densely covered with bloody human heads.
Guo Ziyi: "It seems that the rumors of evil ghosts are not false..."
At this moment, the red-eyed "Rebel Ranger" finally noticed the Tang Army on the top of the slope.
A whistle sounded.
Many five-man teams who were attacking the remnants of the Tibetan soldiers turned their horses immediately; the rebel soldiers who were harvesting the heads of the corpses gave up their loot without hesitation, mounted their horses and retreated.
In the blink of an eye, on the huge battlefield, the rebel rangers had completely evacuated, leaving only a few Tibetan soldiers kneeling down begging for mercy, and a large slaughterhouse filled with blood.
Chang Huiwu took a breath: "We retreated after hearing the news and ordered Da to stop the attack. These soldiers are very disciplined and not inferior to sergeants. Are they really just rebels?!"
Guo Ziyi frowned and said nothing.
An hour later, Doulu Army and Mo Li Army arrived at Ziting Town.
When the army approached the military town, every soldier was stunned by the sight inside.
Looking around, the camp gates, dormitories, masts, city walls...the headless corpses of Tibetan soldiers are everywhere.
Every inch of land in the military town was dyed dark red with blood. When you step on it with your boots, you can even faintly feel the stickiness of your feet.
In the courtyard at the center of the military town, thousands of corpses were piled together to a height as high as a pavilion, forming the rumored "Beijing Tomb".
The fishy, putrid smell attracted swarms of crows, which made the entire military town look as eerie as a ghost town during the day.
An army officer made an inventory and later reported that all the baggage, food, grass, and ordnance in the Tibetan camp had been moved away.
After hearing this, Guo Ziyi nodded casually and stopped at one side of the courtyard. There was a long row of corpses of Tibetan soldiers kneeling on the ground. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were all headless.
I think after being captured, they were tied here and their heads were chopped off one by one.
Seeing Guo Ziyi's solemn face, Chang Huiwu thought that the other party was thinking about "killing prisoners is an ominous idea", so he advised: "The Tubo army captured Tang soldiers in the past, and in the name of offering sacrifices to heaven, they had their intestines disemboweled and even cut their flesh into pieces. It was a tragic situation.
It is unbearable to see, and now that my head has been chopped off, I have brought it upon myself."
Guo Ziyi shook his head and said: "This is not what I am thinking about. Logically speaking, as long as the rebel army can capture Ziting Town and capture the enemy, it will be a great achievement... Killing the enemy and then taking the head is completely unnecessary. Why?
Do you want to act like this?"
Chang Huiwu was stunned when he heard this, and he also had doubts in his heart.
A few days later, inside the Dunhuang City Palace.
In order to celebrate the victory at Dunhuang and entertain the heroes, Zhou Jun held a special banquet.
At the banquet, the civil and military officials were beaming with joy.
In the Battle of Dunhuang, the Doulu Army and Moli Army, plus the city guards, numbered less than ten thousand.
Facing the Tibetan army of 25,000, the Tang army killed nearly 10,000 enemies and captured more than 8,000 people with only less than 1,000 casualties.
In the east of Tubo, Mang Suzhen, one of the prime ministers of the capital city, died in a stray arrow.
This kind of achievement can be said to be a rare victory for Tianbao in recent years.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After drinking for a few times, Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu looked at each other. They took this opportunity to come to Zhouzhou together with their war records.
In front of Jun.
Guo Ziyi bowed and said: "Prince-in-law, we have recorded the battle and counted the prisoners. Mo Li's army has written a battle report and plans to submit it to the imperial court. Please ask the prince-in-law to read it first."
Chang Huiwu bows down and makes the same statement.
Zhou Jun looked at the two military envoys and said with a smile: "The battle report is written, just send it immediately."
Guo Ziyi: "We are both warriors. There will inevitably be flaws in what we said. I would like to ask my consort to help me correct them."
Zhou Jun was suspicious, so he took the battle report booklet from the two military envoys, read it over, and couldn't help but laugh.
In the battle reports of the Doulu Army and the Moli Army, Zhou Jun was promoted as the first contributor to the Battle of Dunhuang. He was credited with instigating internal counterattacks, commanding the defenders, pursuing thousands of miles, and breaking through the enemy camp.
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After reading the battle report, Zhou Jun raised his head and glanced at Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu.
Both of them looked worried.
Zhou Jun thought about it carefully and understood what the other party was thinking. The prince-in-law was the emperor's son-in-law, and he was a foreign military leader. Looking at the history of the Tang Dynasty, there were few precedents.
Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu were concerned about the royal family's reputation and because of Zhou Jun's holy family, so they planned to give up their first contribution in order to gain stability.
After thinking about this, Zhou Jun put the two battle reports on the desk and said in a deep voice: "When a general dies for the country on the battlefield, and the soldiers return with their bodies wrapped in horse leather, the purpose of fighting as a soldier is not to support thousands of men with banners and spread their fame throughout the world?"
Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu were both stunned when they heard this.
Zhou Jun said again: "As a general, you must maintain a military style at the top and be considerate to the sergeants at the bottom. How can you bow your head because of the pressure of power?"
Both Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu looked ashamed.
Zhou Jun: "For the Battle of Dunhuang, military reports must be recorded. They must not be exaggerated, nor belittled. They should be what they are, and everything must be based on the facts!"
Guo Ziyi and Chang Huiwu bowed and sang "O".
Zhou Jun picked up the military newspaper again, took a look at it, and said: "As for the rebel army mentioned in the military newspaper, its purpose was nothing more than to defend the homeland and the country. Now that it has been disarmed and returned to the field, there is no need to specifically ask for credit, just give it a brushstroke."
Guo Ziyi lowered his head, trembled slightly, and responded.