After three rounds of arrows, the right army and the first column of guards were ordered to charge on horseback.

It is undoubtedly a very difficult task for a defense line of more than a thousand people to block the torrent of five to six thousand defeated troops.

When Han Jie saw Wang Gui, who was in the first row, mobilizing his horses and rushing out first, at that moment he suddenly understood that Wang Gui could not help himself, and also understood why Wang Gui chose to stand in the first row.

Wang Gui is just a small person. When power is over his head, he cannot resist and has no choice. He can only atone for his sins in this way.

Amidst the sobbing horn sounds, Wang Gui's figure was submerged in the torrent of defeated troops in the blink of an eye, swallowed up by the huge waves.

Han Jie's eyes were red, and he suddenly wanted to tell Gu Qing that I, Han Jie, had seen the right person, and all my men were upright men. Wang Gui was no longer the shame of Han Jie's leadership, but his pride.

If he could survive this battle, he would definitely say this to Gu Qing.

"Second column, attack -" Han Jie raised his sword and ordered, staring at the torrent ahead, his vision blurred by tears, but his tone remained calm.

There were only more than a thousand personal guards and right-wing troops. They formed three lines in front of the defeated Tubo army to block the enemy. The defeated army exerted its lifelong potential when fleeing for its life, like a trapped beast eager to break free from its cage, and everything that tried to stop it

Everyone will be torn to pieces by it.

Han Jie followed the third column and rushed out. There were no Tang soldiers behind him, but the desperate efforts of more than a thousand people to block the enemy also worked. The retreating Tibetan army's momentum plummeted thousands of miles under the impact of Han Jie's troops.

As soon as it slows down, movement becomes sluggish.

Han Jie raised his sword and rushed into the enemy group. All he could see were the Tubo defeated soldiers dressed in strange clothes. Han Jie was riding on a horse, letting the horses gallop in. He slashed left and right with his sword, and blood splattered on his face.

At the same time, there were countless weapons stabbing at him.

After a while, Han Jie's spirit became a little numb. He didn't remember how many enemies he had chopped down, nor how many wounds he had on his body. He only knew that he must not stop until he still had the strength to swing the knife.

There was only one voice echoing repeatedly.

That voice was Gu Qing's order.

The defeated Tubo army must be stopped!

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

In the chaos of the army, Han Jie shouted out Wang Gui's name while fighting hard.

His sight was filled with unfamiliar faces of the enemy and Pao Ze who was following him step by step, but Wang Gui was nowhere to be found.

Han Jie called relentlessly, even though he knew it was in vain.

At this time, Han Jie just wanted to keep Wang Gui alive and was willing to trade his own life for his.

If there were "ifs" in life, he would not have been so cold to Wang Gui at the beginning. He did not remember how much disgust he gave Wang Gui, nor how many grievances Wang Gui had suffered these days.

We are both heroes who can entrust our lives to each other, how could we treat him like this?

I hope that the name Wang Gui will not be a regret for Han Jie in his life.

"General Han, the defeated army is still fleeing, we can't hold it back any longer!" A guard, covered in blood, galloped towards him and roared loudly.

Han Jie could vaguely recognize that the name of this personal guard was Chi Yan, and he was the one at the bottom of the training in the Left Guard Army. Later, for some ill reason, the Marquis actually transferred this guy at the bottom to his side as a personal guard.

It can be seen from the blood all over his body that Chi Yan is very ambitious. Today, he used his actions to tell the Marquis that he is no longer at the bottom.

"You must resist even if you can't! This is the military order of the Marquis!" Han Jie shouted violently.

Chi Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I agree!"

After saying this, Chi Yan flipped the horizontal knife in his hand and rushed towards the enemy group again. The horizontal knife in his hand was curled up and stained with blood. The back of the horse riding away had slightly slumped shoulders, and his right hand hung down weakly.

Apparently exhausted.

Han Jie secretly sighed. In fact, he was almost exhausted, but he must still persevere.

For the athletes of the Tang Dynasty, military orders were more important than their lives on the battlefield.

A cold light pierced from the side, and the tip of the blade was pointed directly at Han Jie's waist and ribs. Han Jie's heart tightened, but he had no time to stop him. He was about to risk his life to receive this blow, but who knew that the tip of the blade had just touched his chest?

The skin stopped, and Han Jie looked around in shock, only to see an arrow stuck tremblingly on the neck of the enemy who was sneaking up on him. On the sand dune not far away, a left-back athlete was grinning at him, and then

Continue to nock the arrow and look for the next target.

Han Jie glanced at it gratefully, gradually understanding the beauty of every arrangement by Gu Qing.

In the end, more than a thousand people could not stop the flight of five or six thousand people. Han Jie could not remember how many enemies he had killed, but the enemies still came in like a tide and rushed away like a tide.

While Han Jie was anxious, Pao Ze next to him suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

"General Han, reinforcements! There are reinforcements!"

Han Jie looked in the direction of his finger and saw a group of small black dots appearing on the sand dunes to the east. Then there were more and more small black dots, densely covering the entire hilltop.

In front of the team, a black battle flag representing the Tang Dynasty King's Division was flying in the wind!

The low horn sounded again, echoing in the desolate world. It was the horn of attack.

Han Jie's extremely tired face showed an expression that he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, and murmured: "The Khotanese army, these bastards, are finally here..."

As the trumpet sounded, the flag waved down leisurely, and countless small black dots rushed down the sand dunes on horseback, facing the defeated Tibetan army face to face.

During the charge, the troops kept changing their formations. When they were still 200 steps away from the Tibetan army, the troops had transformed into an offensive cone-shaped formation. Every soldier held his halberd levelly, with the sharp tip of the halberd facing the enemy's chest.

The defeated Tubo army was in despair. Just when they were about to escape, the sudden appearance of the Tang army of 3,000 people finally became the last straw for them.

Can three thousand charging cavalry stop six thousand fleeing defeated troops?

Can be stopped.

At the moment when three thousand Tang troops appeared, the remaining morale of the defeated Tubo army had completely disappeared. Many Tubo soldiers immediately threw away their weapons and sat dejectedly on the sand, allowing themselves to be slaughtered. More Tubo soldiers

He quickly fled towards the sand dunes on both sides, trying to find a chance of survival.

During the chaos, Gu Qing led Chang Zhong's cavalry to cover up the enemy from behind.

The encirclement was formed again, and this time the Tibetan army had become a chicken and duck in a cage, no longer capable of resisting.

To the east of the desert, Zhao Ping endured the grief in his heart and slashed at the fleeing Tibetan army, shouting like crazy, "Kill! Kill! Kill all these bastards!"

In the main force pursuing in the west, three groups of ambush troops had merged into one. Gu Qing took the lead in charging. Seeing the encirclement formed again, with the Tibetan army rushing randomly in the encirclement like headless flies, Gu Qing calmed down a little.

Fortunately, if nothing else happens, this invading enemy should be able to be wiped out.

"Chang Zhong, divide two thousand soldiers and horses on the left and right, flank them, tighten the encirclement, and don't let them escape anymore!" Gu Qing ordered loudly.

Chang Zhong had a happy face and clasped his fists to accept the order.

As a general, Chang Zhong knew better than anyone else that the situation in front of him could be said to have secured victory. In terms of military merit in this battle, Chang Zhong was neither first nor second, so he might be able to count on a promotion.

Surrounding, cutting, killing, everything happened again.

…………

There was no suspense about the ensuing war. Gu Qing once again handed over the command. Chang Zhong had more experience than him in how to effectively annihilate the remaining enemies.

Sitting alone on the sand dune, watching the Tubo army being slaughtered and knocked over, with their broken limbs rolling around on the ground and screaming, Gu Qing's cheeks twitched slightly.

After the situation was settled, and watching the brutality of the battlefield as a bystander, Gu Qing suddenly had a different feeling.

He is a winner, but he hates war.

Ordinary and simple men may disappear from this world forever for the sake of a military order, leaving behind wives, children and children who have endured hardships all their lives. These are the pain caused by war.

The victims of a war are far more than the soldiers who died on the battlefield. It will extend the suffering infinitely until the end of life.

Seeing the casualties and killings all over the ground, Gu Qing was thinking about another question in his mind.

It would be great if there could be some way to effectively eliminate the enemy without launching a war, or to control the scale of the war to the minimum possible, and to eliminate the enemy's effective strength without bloodshed.

Before I knew it, it was already sunset.

The blood-red setting sun was slowly setting in the west as usual, but the battlefield was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This 20,000-strong Tubo army has been defeated miserably. Under the command of Chang Zhong, the battlefield has returned to calm. The soldiers are silently cleaning the battlefield. The enemy soldiers lying on the ground, dead or alive,

They all stepped forward to replenish their wounds, and the enemy troops who had surrendered were strung together with ropes and escorted to Kucha City.

The soldiers who died in the battle on both sides were carried away to distinguish the enemy from ourselves. The doctors accompanying the army hurriedly treated the injured soldiers. As for the injured enemy soldiers, they were not so humane and ended their painful lives with a single knife.

Chang Zhong hurried to Gu Qing and said angrily: "Master Hou, after the Khotanese army finished sniping the enemy, the leader Zhao Ping led the Khotanese army east again without leaving a word. They missed the opportunity to fight.

, almost caused a catastrophe, but there was no explanation at all, it’s too much! Please severely punish Shen Tian and Zhao Ping of the Khotan army!”

Gu Qing frowned: "When the Khotan army arrived, wasn't the commander Shen Tian?"

Chang Zhong was stunned and said: "It's not Shen Tian. The leader is Zhao Ping, Colonel Guo Yi. I didn't see Shen Tian at the end."

Gu Qing was startled and said hurriedly: "No! Shen Tian is in trouble, otherwise he would not be able to leave the team. Chang Zhong, lead five thousand troops and horses to the east immediately to rush to the aid of the Khotan army. Go quickly!"

Chang Zhong hurriedly accepted the order and left.

Gu Qing looked around. Although the battle had ended, it was still a bit hectic. On the distant battlefield, there were still some sporadic enemies who refused to surrender. They were facing the Tang army back to back, fighting a final desperate battle.

The beast roars in grief and anger before it dies.
Chapter completed!