An hour later, Liu Yu passed the military order, "Change the formation!"

Under the pressure of the Tibetans, 2,000 pikemen and shield-bearers rushed out from both sides of the "eagle eggs" and lined up in a dense formation to protect each other. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis is the second form of the Little Flying Eagle Array, "Wings Up"!

Two "eagle wings" stretched outwards rotated rapidly around the right army's main formation, like two sharp knives, mercilessly slashing all the Tibetan enemy troops who dared to approach.

Before the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the Tibetans began to slowly lose their sharpness. The time interval between their assembly and attack became longer and longer, and the intensity of the impact on the Khitan right army's position became less and less.

Liu Yu turned over and dismounted, climbed the drum stand in the center of the formation, and looked at the south bank of the Wuerji Mulun River. Looking at the battle situation on the other side, a rare smile appeared on his solemn face. As he expected, the Tubo people who attacked from the rear were not Yelu Shilu's opponents, and the situation of this war had begun to tilt in favor of the Khitans.

On the drum stand, in addition to him and Xie Anniang, there were only two people standing on the left and right, Bao Huji and Longtai, who were guarding with shields.

He glanced at Xie Anniang beside him, "You have worked hard!"

Xie Anniang smiled slightly, "You are not easy either." ”

He walked briskly off the drum stand and continued to give his military orders, starting the third change of formation.

The shield bearers in front of the formation heard the order and moved out of the way, and a group of iron horsemen rushed out of the formation and fought a bloody way. 20,000 officers and men of the Right Army mounted their horses one after another, followed closely behind, and advanced forward.

This is the third form of the Little Flying Eagle Array, "Soaring to the Sky"!

Xie Anniang ordered several soldiers to put the war drums on the car and gallop by the war horse. She rolled over and jumped into the car, beating the drums. There were constantly Tubo people who wanted to shoot her with cold arrows, but they were all blocked by the shields of Bao Huji and Longtai, who were guarding on both sides.

The cavalry of the Tubo people frantically rushed to this drum cart, which symbolized the morale of the Khitan right army, but under the hard protection of the soldiers of the right army, they died on both sides of the drum cart.

Blood splattered, reflecting the leather surface of the war drums and staining Xie Anniang's clothes. Under the setting sun, the war drums coexist with the beauty, showing a different kind of magnificence and coquettishness.

The situation on the battlefield was already unexpected by the Tibetans, and the Khitan right army's sudden counter-defense and offensive action surprised them even more.

These Khitans didn't seem to want to break out of the encirclement at all, they just wanted to make trouble inside the Tibetan people. Everywhere they went, the formation of the Tibetans was in chaos.

Perhaps even Cang Gyatso himself did not expect that he would be stumped by this 20,000-strong Tibetan right army, so that he was stranded on the north bank of the Urji Mulun River, and could only watch the old king of Tubo fight hard with Yelu Shilu on the other side of the river.

This 500,000-strong Tubo army did not want to cross the river, but at present, the army has been stirred into a pot of porridge by Liu Yu, a Khitan right army of 20,000 people. With such a scattered formation, it no longer has the ability to move forward at all.

The Tibetans tried to assemble several times, but they were scattered by this Khitan right army several times.

If this 500,000-strong Tubo army was originally a terrifying monster, then the current Khitan right army has become a sharp knife stirring around in the belly of the monster, stirring the monster no longer has the power to resist.

Liu Yu held his "dragon" in his hand and rushed left and right in the sea of people, he couldn't remember how many people he had killed, only that his hands were a little sticky because they were stained with blood.

The battle was so fierce that his mount couldn't stand it. He had to change three horses in succession with the help of his entourage. (Author's note, from horses, refers to the horses that the steppe tribes used to rotate during war)

The Tibetans began to be afraid of this general who commanded the Khitan right army, so much so that whenever someone saw him, they shouted in a panic in the Tibetan dialect: "Oh no, the general with a big gun is coming, avoid, avoid!"

However, these senseless shouts did not help them escape the fate of death, and the terrible heavy spear still stabbed mercilessly from behind, frequently picking people through their backs and throwing them into the air. By the time the person landed, he was too dead to die.

And behind the big gun, the rest of the Khitans also rushed forward as if they were dying, killing the Tubo people who had lost their will to fight and crying their fathers and mothers.

Fear quickly spread among the Tibetans, and the scattered army soon became difficult to obey the commander's commands.

Garhai saw with his own eyes a frightened Tibetan cavalryman galloping around, trampling to death from time to time those comrades who fell off their horses. However, the good fortune did not last long, and he himself was knocked off his horse by others, and before he could stand up, he was struck by the horse's hooves in the door, and before he could say a word, he was killed.

After witnessing all this, Garhai couldn't help but look at the commander who was charging and fighting from afar, only to see that this Han general was stained with blood, his black hair was flowing like a waterfall, and the enemy was crying and fleeing everywhere he passed, and no one could stop him.

He was a little stupid, if it came to fighting with the army's heart and leading the troops, his righteous brother Namu was far from being the opponent of this Han general.

No one knows how long this war has been fought, and everyone is immersed in a long dream like a sea of blood. It wasn't until Chang Gyatso's army began to retreat that these soldiers of the right army woke up from a dream.

Like the ebbing tide of the sea, the Tibetan army slowly receded towards the distant horizon until it disappeared without a trace.

The sunset is flying, and the water of the Wuerji Mulun River is particularly gorgeous, like a poignant picture.

Liu Yu did not give the order to pursue, and his men were already exhausted, and continuing to march would only fall into the trap laid by Cang Gyatso.

He held the right hand of the "dragon" and seemed to be fighting a little weakly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he handed the "dragon" back to the two relatives for preservation.

He led his victorious men of the right army across the river and retreated to the south bank, where he was to join the great army of Jerush.

The soldiers were all wearing colors, and there were remnants of unshot arrows on their armor, but they all had a victory smile on their faces, and even those veterans in their forties and fifties smiled like dolls.

Under the sky, the sound of fighting gradually weakened. As night comes, this hustle and bustle of hell on earth restores a rare tranquility.

After the Tubo Lao Wang led his army to retreat, Yelu Shilu led the Khitan Eight Divisions to set up camp at the foot of a mountain not far away. Tens of thousands of Khitan-style tents stretch along the mountain range, the most conspicuous of which is the golden tent of the Khan.

It is strange that the Khan of the steppe did not set up a celebratory banquet tonight, let alone celebrate the victory with his ministers. Hundreds of Khan's relatives guarded the Golden Horde, and no idlers were allowed to enter.