"Another bowl of medicine." In the Tibetan camp, Tashi Kure has drunk the medicine six times from morning to evening today.

He has been like this for many days, and there are still thirty doses of medicine left, and there are no more after drinking it.

He found that this medicine could not only cure the disease, but also make people very comfortable, and he urged thousands of households more than once to let thousands of households find Guan Lin.

"There are only thirty pairs of medicine left." The men replied.

"What about the dregs of the medicine? Keep boiling. Tashi Kure thought of what he had before, and the dregs could still be boiled out.

"A few days ago, you rewarded the warriors of your people, that is, a thousand households. They took it to boil it, and they said it was good, and it is estimated that there is no taste in boiling it now. ”

"I can't give it anymore, I can't give it anymore, I can't give it anymore, I want to keep it, and boil the residue of a pair of medicines."

Tashi Kure was full of regret, and in order to help others, he rewarded the residue of the medicine that he thought was delicious.

Seeing that the number was not enough, he became anxious.

For him, without medicine is like losing his life.

"Yes!" The men withdrew.

After a long time, a bowl of medicine was brought over, Tashi Kure looked at it with satisfaction, took a sip, and felt that the pores of his sweat were full of comfort.

He thinks that now he can easily defeat the Tang army across the river, but the various departments do not cooperate.

Along the Yellow River, the people of the various tribes are not in a better state than Tashi Kure.

After the light rain, many people got sick.

They moved in a hurry, lost a lot of things, and when they got to the river, they were worried all day.

I don't know which day the Tang army will suddenly come over, such a confrontation, it is better for the two sides to start a fight.

The barley they planted was too late to be harvested, so they only cut a few bundles in advance, and these bundles were okay to feed the livestock, but people could not eat them.

If supplies are not sent later, many cattle and sheep must be killed in the winter to satisfy hunger.

If we start fighting again, once the losses are too great, we can only die in winter, and we will not be able to live.

Under psychological pressure, after the light rain, he fell ill.

Everyone was in a bad state, watching the rafts on the other side of the river increase every day and be tethered.

Maybe tonight, or the next night, the battle will begin.

The Tubo people in various departments did not dare to say it on the surface, but behind their backs they were complaining about Tashi Kure, so many people, they only brought back less than 300.

Why don't you die in battle? What kind of face do you have to come back and continue to let us listen to you?

Zampu's side should be replaced, and Tashi Kure should be replaced.

was defeated, but he didn't kill or injure many people in Datang, and the number of Datang's troops was more than that of our families combined.

It's so easy to expect a Yellow River to defeat the other party, why didn't you defeat it before? Is there one less river?

The morale of Tibet was affected in this way, and the commander was now only thinking about where to get more medicine to drink.

The Tang soldiers on the other side of the river are busy repairing the military village, even if the sister lake in front is occupied, there must still be a defensive place behind.

When the battle is over, a military village will be built on the other side of the river, with the Yellow River as a moat, and arranged on both sides to increase the thickness of defense.

More rafts were made, thrown in the water, and posed for crossing the river at any time.

"According to the hot air balloon detection, the situation in Tibet is gradually getting worse, and what you can see from their faces is depressed and demoralized."

Guo Zhiyun took a while and explained the situation to Wang Junkui, Zhang Zhongliang, and Qin Li.

"Zhang Xiaosong has no additional logistical supplies, he can't hold out for long, and it is estimated that in the next few days, he will move."

Zhang Zhongliang analyzed the situation, he didn't forget Zhang Xiaosong, he just didn't regard Zhang Xiaosong as a stabilizing factor in the overall consideration.

However, 10,000 elite riders, if you don't care, you don't care? Which country in the world would take the initiative to ignore this force?

"He might be waiting for us? Why don't we move? "Wang Junkui does not want to be in the current situation, and it is difficult for the two sides to get in touch.

"Report, report." A few sergeants from Longyou ran over.

Everyone looked over, the sergeant who came in was snorting and panting, and Qin Li handed over the water.

A person receives it in his hand, purses his lips, takes a small saliva, and swallows a little.

The others took the bowl and drank it in the same way, not daring to drink it in large gulps, for fear of accidentally choking on their lungs.

After waiting for dozens of breaths, the person who drank the water first licked his lips: "Report!" Longyou found three thousand feathers flying on the forest, one person and four horses, and after supplying supplies, he ran away, not coming here, to find Anxi's team. ”

"I take back what I just said, Zhang Xiaosong is waiting for us to do it." When Zhang Zhongliang heard the news, he realized that he had miscalculated.

"Yulin Flying Ride So fast?" Wang Junkui looked at Qin Li.

"For the country's wings, such as the prosperity of the forest. Sen Shen Yu Lin rides, solemn tiger bow. Qin Li replied.

He himself is a feather forest flying horseman, how fast is the team, needless to say?

"No, Zhang Xiaosong is waiting for time, when the time comes, whether we act or not, he will do it, we are always ready, he is estimated to be calculating the time of our raft."

Guo Zhiyun thinks about it from another aspect.

Generals must know themselves and their opponents, knowing that a Yellow River is blocked in front of them and needs a raft to pass.

According to the normal deployment of the Tang soldiers every day, how many people go to chop wood to make rafts, which can be estimated.

"Let the hot air balloon rise into the air, find a time when the wind is good, release it, release it to the northwest, if I am Zhang Xiaosong, my army must be there."

Qin Li gave his own judgment that the army would not go around behind the enemy.

In case the Tubo increased its troops, the team was sandwiched between the two troops in the front and rear, but it was troublesome and exposed.

"I see that the wind is good now, so release two hot air balloons and take care of each other." Guo Zhiyun agreed with the proposal.

The hot air balloons that had been floating outside were pulled down by two, refueled, replaced, and fed, and flew out gradually.

Replaced by the Feather Forest Flying Rider, a hot air balloon for three people, they brought tactical backpacks.

If something goes wrong, they are more capable of surviving in the wild.

Even if they encounter a large pack of dozens of wolves, the six of them can still solve it.

The hot air balloon retracted its rope and began to flutter, a little off, as they adjusted the altitude to find a more suitable wind.

The Tubo here is full of chickens and dogs, and here it is again, and it is going to throw explosives bags, right?

Tashi Kure got the news and quickly ran out, got on the horse, and stopped playing.

People are like that, there is a first time and there is a second time, Tashi Kure is used to running.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Li Yi's Beida Camp at that time, and they collectively received orders not to resist.

After that, few of them survived, and they died in the defense of Nanjing.

Facing the Japanese army together with the original Central Military Academy Teaching Corps, the Teaching Corps was defeated, and these Beida battalions, which had not resisted, were also defeated.

After one fight, nearly half of the troops were reduced, and after a little rest, he continued to charge.

The teaching corps for the sake of honor, the Beida battalion in order to wash away the shame, the Japanese army with heavy artillery bombardment, still suffered heavy losses.

There was no second time that the soldiers of the Beida Battalion did not resist, and they proved it with their lives.