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

The Tibetan cavalry, who were still dizzy from the fall, were immediately riddled with stabs. By the time they came to their senses, the shields in front of them had closed again, while the shields behind them had opened.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, a vicious cycle of killing and annihilation.

Using this tactic, the Tibetan army is being gradually eroded!

It was like a dead end. The cavalry entered the formation but didn't have enough space to charge. They were then cut apart little by little by the ingenious formation through rotation, eventually falling into the Far East Army's net and being devoured one by one.

This was no slow pace; in no time, several Tibetan cavalry units were completely swallowed up amidst desperate screams, leaving only a field of blood and flesh.

What appeared to be a large Tibetan army besieging them was actually the Bagua Formation constantly devouring them, like a perpetual motion machine.

The situation was even more brutal on the outskirts of the battlefield!

Han Lei fell like he was free, constantly landing in the crowded Tibetan army.

This has already caused great psychological trauma to the Tibetans, who would jump off their horses and hide whenever they saw a dark shadow overhead.

But such a massive battlefield is beyond the control of any individual. When the thunderbolt struck, with a deafening roar, a large number of Tibetans were sent flying and met their untimely deaths.

The shrapnel created air turbulence, piercing the Tibetans' throats or arms.

Too many Tibetan commanders died tragically, never even seeing the faces of the Far East Army.

The battle raged for half an hour, reaching a fever pitch.

Above, there was billowing black smoke; below, there was a river of blood. It could even be used as a mirror.

In order to break the Tang army's formation as soon as possible, Dayan Mangbuzhi brought in a large number of "Uldov".

This was essentially a trebuchet from the Tang Dynasty, only much smaller. It wasn't used for sieges, but rather as a small instrument used by the Tibetans on the plateau for hunting and driving away large wild animals.

Despite its small size, it is still powerful enough to kill many people, and its accuracy is extremely high.

bang bang bang...

Explosive splattering sounds rose and fell as hundreds and thousands of watermelon-sized boulders crashed into the Bagua formation.

It was like a heavy rain, constantly falling into the calm lake, creating ripples and waves.

boom!

"puff!!"

Casualties began to appear in the Far East Army, with soldiers who were hit on the head vomiting blood and falling unconscious on the spot.

The most fatal thing was that these Tibetans concentrated their forces in Urdo and launched a concentrated attack on Qianmen, with thousands of large stones arriving before the Far East Army could react in time.

bang bang bang...

Far Eastern soldiers were thrown into disarray, their shield formations unable to withstand the weight and were utterly flattened.

The fallen soldiers rushed forward to try and take their place, but they were no match for the bombardment.

It looked like the formation was about to be torn apart again.

Li Yuanchang, the key figure in the battle formation, immediately responded: "Where are the heavy crossbowmen?!"

"Correct your direction, 3:10, 500 to 600 steps!"

In ancient times, there was no such thing as the twelve o'clock direction. This was the Far East Army's unique operational coordinate system, which was easier to identify and more accurate than the cardinal directions.

Once the coordinates were transmitted, the heavy crossbowmen below instantly understood.

"quick!"

"At 3:10!"

The heavy crossbowmen frantically pushed their crossbows, adjusting their direction and height.

"Load ammunition!"

The heavy crossbowmen neatly and uniformly hung explosive charges on their crossbows, which were as thick as a baby's arm and had a range far beyond that of ordinary bows and arrows.

"Calibrate, calibrate the height!"

The crossbowmen shouted with all their might.

Sweat dripped from the foreheads of the heavy crossbowmen. They closed one eye, aligned their thumb with the aiming scale on the crossbow, and then used experience to deduce the altitude and thus determine the distance.

These things didn't come out of thin air. The heavy crossbowmen had to undergo extensive training, and the markings on the crossbow carts required countless trials before they were finally modified.

These are all things that Li Yuanchang has done in the Far East in the past two or three years, and they have already rewritten the rules of cold weapon warfare.

"put!!"

The heavy crossbowman's command flag was swung down heavily.

In an instant, fifty ballistae roared like wild beasts, and even the wooden stakes stuck in the ground moved back half a step due to inertia!

Fifty heavy crossbows, each as thick as an arm, were fired, their trajectories far exceeding the stones thrown in by the enemy, with no concern whatsoever about them being "intercepted" halfway through.

Their numbers were far fewer than the enemy's "Uldo" formation, but when these fifty heavy crossbows fell, landing squarely in the Tibetan army's "Uldo" formation, the resulting casualties were completely reversed.

This is not a Hanlei (a type of explosive), but a charge of explosives, one of which contains the equivalent of at least fifty Hanlei.

Deep within the earth, terrifying power accumulated, surged, and exploded, as if a giant beast were bursting forth from the ground.

Boom!!

The deafening roar, tearing eardrums and shattering hearts, instantly overwhelmed the entire battlefield, becoming the absolute focus of attention; a massive mushroom cloud even rose into the sky.

Under the horrified gazes of countless Tibetans, thousands of Uldovs were instantly swallowed up, and more than three thousand people were almost instantly engulfed by flames and smoke, and then the entire ground was leveled!

Only one Urdot was engulfed in flames, blasted dozens of meters into the air, and then plummeted at high speed, becoming a pile of wrecked wood!

The deafening battlefield now resembled a deathly silence.

Dayan Mangbuzhi instinctively bent over after being bombed, staring incredulously at the dust-splattered ruins.

There were no screams, no survivors; the entire Urdo camp was wiped out!

Such precision strikes were comparable to later guided air-to-ground explosive bombs, landing in cities.

The battlefield, deafeningly loud, was now silent, more like a mute!

"What, what is that??"

A Tibetan general struggled to speak, his voice trembling. His brown pupils reflected the enormous mushroom cloud, making him appear as if he were the embodiment of a demon on earth.

"witchcraft!"

"This child must know sorcery!"

"They have opened the gates of hell!" the extremely superstitious Tibetans said, almost trembling, their eyes filled with collective fear.

Even Dayan Mangbuzhi himself couldn't hold back anymore, but as the commander-in-chief, he realized the disaster that instability in the army's morale would bring.

Beneath his face, covered in cold sweat, a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes as he turned toward a certain direction.

Upon receiving this look, the Bon religious members shuddered and then quickly began to appease the troops on the front lines.

They had strange, eerie faces, wore mysterious masks, and held human bones used in sacrifices in their hands. They jumped around like shamans, constantly chanting ancient scriptures.

Whether it was good luck or some physical and chemical reaction caused by the strong shock wave of the black powder explosion, a sliver of cloud in the sky was cleared.

A beam of light pierced the battlefield.

The Bon shaman quickly raised his hands and roared, "The Three Bodies of Buddha manifest! The Three Lives of Buddha manifest!"

"When the sun shines through the sky, great fortune will surely follow!"

"Our Tibetan army will surely win today!!"

Dayan Mangbuzhi acted with extreme decisiveness. He drew his knife and cut his hand, blood gushing out, then raised his arm and shouted, "The sun shines brightly in the sky! Our Tibetan army will surely be victorious!"

In an instant, the morale of the Tibetan army, which had just begun to crumble, was restored to full strength.

The boost that religion gave to the Tibetan army was comparable to adrenaline!