In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

Within half an hour of the battle starting, the mournful sound of bugles echoed through the Tibetan army.

That wasn't reinforcements, but a signal to retreat.

Han Lei's army was routed and suffered heavy losses; they had to leave.

Upon receiving this signal, Xue Rengui immediately ordered a pursuit, mercilessly striking a fallen enemy. Han Lei continued to fall into the swarming Tibetan army, exploding amidst billowing smoke and flying dust.

"Chase!"

"quick!"

"Don't let those Tibetan barbarians escape!"

"Kill one, and you can exchange it for grain; kill ten, and you'll earn military merit!"

"Kill them!"

boom!

The Far East Army, its morale greatly boosted, pursued the enemy with unbridled enthusiasm, relying on Han Lei's command and showing no fear of the enemy whatsoever.

The Tibetan cavalry were extremely frustrated. They were not afraid of the Far East Army and tried to turn back to fight countless times, but they were all routed by Han Lei.

The shattered remains of their companions and the terrifying flames completely extinguished their will to fight, and they gradually relinquished Gudu Ranch, fleeing southwest.

Their speed was unparalleled, their warhorses and soldiers were top-notch, and with the pastures being open and flat, a considerable number of them still managed to escape.

The Far East Army pursued the Tibetan cavalry for ten miles, chasing them the entire way.

Then, fearing an ambush, Xue Rengui, adhering to the principle of not pursuing a cornered enemy, ordered a halt to the pursuit.

From departure to victory, it only took twelve hours.

At the eighteenth hour, Li Yuanchang's rear army also arrived at Guduo Ranch.

At this moment, the fighting has completely stopped, with only the scout battalion responsible for reconnaissance and the enemy scouts still having some contact.

The pasture was littered with corpses, and wails of agony filled the air. Large craters, blasted out by the explosions, were filled with blood.

"Whoa!!"

Li Yuanchang reined in the horses.

Xue Rengui, Yuan Tuo, and the others had been waiting for a long time and stepped forward one after another: "We pay our respects to Your Highness!"

"Gudu Ranch has been captured. Our army suffered 373 dead and 721 wounded."

"More than 4,000 enemy soldiers were killed and more than 600 were captured."

Upon hearing this number, Murong Khan was shocked. A death rate of ten to one? Was this still the same vomiting disease that had driven him to despair?

The people of Tuyuhun were all excited, discussing it enthusiastically, and filled with hope.

But Li Yuanchang didn't seem very satisfied; in fact, he seemed somewhat shocked.

"How could so many people have died? What happened?"

His words left even Murong Khan speechless, but this wasn't an act; it was absolute confidence in gunpowder.

Despite the presence of so many Han Lei, over three hundred people still perished.

Xue Rengui frowned: "Your Highness, the throwing distance of Han Lei is generally only a dozen meters. By the time it's ready to be thrown, the Tibetans will be right in their faces."

"Close combat is inevitable, and these Tibetan barbarians are truly formidable fighters."

"In addition, at least half of the soldiers who died were from the first wave of attack. The first rank of cavalry suffered heavy casualties, and neither side gained an advantage."

Guo Chao and the others were stunned, and subconsciously looked at the blood-red straight line in the ruins of the battlefield.

The warhorses there lay on the ground in neat rows, lifeless, lined up for hundreds of meters, perfectly straight.

That was the scene of the initial collision on the battlefield, where many warhorses were killed.

"Without Han Lei, it would have been very difficult to win," Li Yuanchang lamented.

Everyone fell silent, including Xue Rengui. They were still confident of victory even without Han Lei, but the price would be much higher.

Li Yuanchang quickly replied: "Alright, quickly build the camp, set up more horse traps, and seize the high ground."

"Brother Murong, take your men to shelter the refugees and collect supplies."

"Before nightfall, I want to see a restored order at Gudu Ranch."

"It won't be long before the Tibetan cavalry return!" He said gravely, as this wasn't the first time he had dealt with these nomadic peoples.

Although the Tibetan Empire was more advanced than nomadic peoples, its fundamental nature was such that its pastures had no fortified cities or natural defenses, allowing its cavalry to move freely as if they were in an empty field.

"Yes!" The crowd clasped their fists and shouted, showing no fear as they waited for the other party to arrive.

"..."

Another day later, when the smoke of battle cleared and the dust settled at Gudu Ranch, a large number of horse traps and chariot traps continued to spring up.

The Tibetan military also received the bad news at the Blackwater Ranch, which was more than 100 miles away.

Just as Li Yuanchang was shocked, the Tibetans were also shocked.

"What did you say?!"

"Grand Marshal, Li Yuanchang has tricked us! He not only retrieved the hostages but also killed the sorcerer Awang as a sacrifice to his flag, and then swiftly launched an attack on Gudu Ranch!"

"They can also summon heavenly lightning. Our army suffered heavy casualties and had no choice but to retreat!" The Tibetan general who spoke had a face full of wounds, and his pupils still showed fear.

"What?"

"Is that Han Lei?"

"Does it really exist?"

"I heard that it was thanks to this that Li Yuanchang pacified Liaodong, and the border troops in Chang'an couldn't get through!" Tibetan political and religious officials exclaimed in unison.

Boom!!

A heavy table was overturned on the spot, and fine wine and a sheep's head were scattered all over the ground.

In the Tibetan camp, a burly, tall man suddenly stood up. He was Dayan Mangbuzhi, the current Grand Marshal of Tibet.

"Li Yuanchang!"

His hysterical roar exploded and lasted for a long time, his entire dark face contorted with rage and fury.

"You cunning madman, you're asking for death!"

"Immediately muster the troops, avenge the envoy, and grind that traitor Li Yuanchang to dust!!"

"yes!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Destroy Li Yuanchang!"

"..."

The scene was detonated, infuriating the Tibetan military, who had been scammed.

Moreover, the execution of the envoy is a disgrace to any power, a blatant slap in the face.

Despite Hanley's threat, they still seek revenge!

As soon as Dayan Mangbuzhi gave the order, the Tibetan army immediately stirred up a frenzy and acted swiftly.

The way foreigners fight is different from how Han Chinese fight. Han Chinese emphasize military strategy and plan every step of the way, but nomadic peoples are different. They can eat, drink, and relieve themselves on horseback.

Upon receiving a tip about the enemy, the entire army immediately pressed forward, like tigers biting their prey.

Within just one hour, Dayan Mangbuzhi led his main force of 50,000 men and set off.

Moreover, upon receiving the news, the elite Tibetan troops stationed in various locations also began to move towards Dayan Mangbuzhi from different directions to converge on him at high speed.

The enraged Tibetans vowed to cut off Li Yuanchang's head in revenge and wash away their humiliation with blood.

The terrifying iron hooves rolled towards the Gudu Pasture. These were the Tibetan barbarians, who had no tactics; their savage power could overcome any law.