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

"Our Tibetan army will surely win!!"

"Victory is certain!!"

"Kill them!!"

The roars of the Tibetans rose and fell, each one as if injected with chicken blood, and under the influence of the Bon religious members, they actually unleashed their most primal fighting power.

They charged into the Far East Army's ranks like zombies.

Loud bangs echoed from the various gates of the formation, the sounds of Tibetan cavalry striking the Bagua formation, each sound carrying immense force!

This was not a siege, but it was far more intense.

Li Yuanchang witnessed the Tibetans' madness firsthand on the platform.

"Aren't these lunatics afraid of dying?"

He was shocked. In the past, any army that had been hit by gunpowder would basically collapse and lose the will to fight.

Only these Tibetans, despite having so many people killed in the bombing, could still muster 100% of their fighting spirit.

These guys are truly barbarians!

Subsequently, the war entered its most brutal stalemate.

Every second, the Bagua Formation was subjected to tens of thousands of thrusts. At the edge of the machine, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed out in a rushing stream from the craters created by the explosions.

The Tibetans, seemingly tireless and fearless, charged forward wave after wave. They took out iron chains, drew them with both hands, and used cavalry to pull them along, attempting to strangle the Far Eastern army's formation like ropes binding immortals.

The iron chain was covered with dense iron spikes, which made a rumbling sound as it rolled on the ground.

boom!

As the chains contracted violently, the shield formation was overwhelmed and squeezed, and some Far Eastern soldiers were accidentally cut, their arms covered in blood.

When a gap appeared, the Tibetans began to jump in.

The Far East Army's counterattack was also resolute and determined. The swordsmen fought fiercely against the Tibetans who had entered, slashing and grappling with them on the ground!

Even at close range, the Far East Army soldiers were not afraid of their opponents.

Various naked chokeholds, Kimura locks, guillotines... were constantly being performed.

The Tibetans were naturally taller and more robust than the Han Chinese, largely due to their diet of raw meat. However, they still struggled to gain an advantage against the Far Eastern Army, a freak with 21st-century fighting skills.

The two sides fought a bloody battle, killing each other until only instinct remained.

This can be said to be the only weakness of the Far East Army at present. Hanley is unable to shoot accurately. When the enemy is charging at us with heavy losses, Hanley dares not throw his guns randomly.

In ancient warfare, large armies fought on battlefields filled with people. When a chaotic battle broke out, a single shot could kill many of the enemy's own troops, but not many of the enemy's.

boom! !

The distant roar rose again, accompanied by the agonizing screams of the Tibetans. It was Han Lei, and another round of bombing had begun.

Corpses and warhorses flew everywhere.

Dust and blood fell like rain.

Each wave of Han Lei descended, causing immense turmoil and disruption to the Tibetan "corpse tide," thus relieving the pressure on the central Bagua formation.

The area was under heavy attack from the Tibetan army, with both sides engaged in close-quarters combat.

In this situation, time ticked by, the Bagua formation remained unbroken, and the Tibetans did not retreat.

When the war has progressed to this point, when physical strength is nearing its limit, and when the end seems far off, it is a test of everyone's willpower.

Two hours later, the fight continued until noon.

Countless soldiers have died, and neither side has had the time or opportunity to rescue or evacuate the wounded.

The Tibetans seemed completely unconcerned about casualties and only wanted to bury him here.

In contrast, Li Yuanchang, despite being besieged by forces several times larger and unable to move his formation, still tried his best to come up with some solutions.

He replaced some of the frontline soldiers with their cloaks through rotation, and at the same time had the wounded soldiers brought back, leaving them in the center of the Bagua formation.

After fighting for so long, the Tibetans failed to break in. The area within a hundred meters of the very center of the Bagua Formation was the last piece of clean land, almost devoid of blood.

However, this is only out of humanitarian considerations and does not mean that the Far East Army can maintain extremely high physical condition indefinitely.

The intense warfare had taken a heavy toll, and the Tibetan offensive was gradually slowing down, while the Bagua Formation was becoming increasingly dilapidated.

Countless shields lay broken on the ground, spears stood upright, and banners burned fiercely in the flames.

The Tibetan army suffered heavy losses, with wave after wave of soldiers dying. They fought fiercely for several hours, but by the afternoon they had still not made any breakthroughs or significant gains.

This angered the Tibetan leadership, who had been invincible on the plateau!

Where is Pearl Barry?

"What kind of attack did he command?" Dayan Mangbuzhi shouted angrily from behind, gripping his knife, his patience finally exhausted.

Most importantly, the number of casualties has reached a threshold that he cannot ignore.

"Grand Marshal, General Pearl was killed in action just now. She was blown up, and her body has not been recovered."

Upon hearing this, the Tibetan high command was taken aback.

Dayan Mangbuzhi's face was grim: "Where is Jamuyi?"

"Grand Marshal, Vanguard Zhamuyi is also injured; he's lost an arm!"

boom!

Dayan Mangbuzhi slammed his hand on the chariot, staring intently at the Tang army formation, gritting his teeth: "Bastards!"

"Weren't the Heavenly Khan and the God of War of the Tang Dynasty both dead?"

"How can there be such a bizarre thing!"

He was furious. At first, he relied on the Bon religion's methods, letting his men launch a fierce attack at great losses, placing his hopes on breaking through the formation at close range.

The formation was not broken, but his own troops were bombed to death, including at least seven high-ranking commanders who were with him.

This battle was incredibly frustrating!

No one dared to speak.

If they dared to change the formation, they had to come up with a feasible solution. But looking at the Bagua Formation, which was like an iron barrel, constantly strangling the Tibetan forces, they had no way to deal with it.

The only solution is to return it.

But if anyone dares to talk about retreating, there are precedents to follow, and they would be beheaded on the grounds of undermining morale.

Just when the Tibetan leadership was at a loss, in complete silence, and could only continue to wait like gamblers, suddenly!

"Report!!"

A fast horse galloped in, and the Tibetan scout on it shouted in Tibetan.

"Grand Marshal, the General's men have arrived!"

"The General has arrived!"

"This is a handwritten note!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Tibetan high-ranking officials lit up, as if they had encountered a turning point after being at a loss.

Even Dayan Mangbuzhi was slightly pleased, and no longer displayed the prestige of a commander-in-chief. He snatched the letter, which was a military secret, from the hand.

Dayan Mangbuzhi read the contents of the manuscript carefully, and then he was overjoyed!

"Good, very good!"

"It's finally here!"

"Our most powerful warrior has finally arrived!"

Having said that, he raised his head, his voice sharp and angry, full of vigor: "Men, sound the attack horn! Have the entire rear guard press forward, charge at all costs, put pressure on the Tang army, draw their fire! Hurry!"

"The Tang army will surely be defeated before nightfall!"

"Whoever kills Li Yuanchang will be appointed a Grand General and rewarded with a thousand households of slaves!!"

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