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

On the platform, everyone who witnessed this scene breathed a sigh of relief, and then erupted in a thunderous roar of shouts and the sound of drums.

"Tsk tsk, a once-promising talent has fallen."

"I thought that the main character was the Gel family, but I didn't expect that the Gel family had two supreme rulers."

"What a pity, he ran into a righteous protagonist." Li Yuanchang sighed, it would be a lie to say he didn't feel sorry.

This kid is too fierce, it's a pity he's his mortal enemy.

With their commander slain, the situation at Raimon begins to turn around!

Although they came from the personal guard of the Gar military family and had an extremely tight military system, they did not immediately collapse or flee, but instead launched a fierce attack for revenge.

However, the lack of a leader and the law that morale rises, declines, and eventually collapses led to their increasing weakness.

In less than half an hour of fierce fighting, Xue Rengui, despite being wounded, led his troops and managed to repel them, carving a bloody path with his iron hooves and halberd, and restoring the shattered Lei Gate.

The Bagua Formation has been restored, greatly reducing the pressure on the entire Far East Army.

Upon witnessing this scene, Li Yuanchang, who was in command, decisively ordered a full-scale attack to annihilate the Tibetan army!

He directly gave the gunpowder handlers the most extravagant order: no more saving, no matter the cost.

Suddenly, the arms ban was lifted, and ten times the number of Hanlei began to be thrown wildly, all aimed at emptying the Hanlei's arsenal.

Bang, bang, bang!

The battlefield was filled with earth-shaking noises, flames and smoke, and one after another, large craters were blown up and left bloody.

The Tibetan cavalrymen, with their arms and legs severed, howled, screamed, and rolled around in agony, but no one paid them any attention.

Dayan Mangbuzhi had already received news of Zanpo's death in battle. At that moment, he, the commander-in-chief, was struck dumb, his vision went black, and he almost fell over!

"Li, Yuan, Chang!!"

He roared with his head thrown back, his voice piercing through the air, but it was drowned out by the deafening roar of the battlefield.

Then he went even crazier, like a gambler who bet all his chips, only to lose again and again!

He wanted to turn things around and was unwilling to give up!

He dared not retreat. Eighty thousand men were besieging twenty thousand, and the Prime Minister's most prized son had been killed in battle. If he did not kill Li Yuanchang, he would have no way to explain himself when he returned!

"kill!!"

Amidst a surging roar, the Tibetan army launched its most brutal and fierce attack on the Far East Army, attempting to break through their lines with sheer numbers.

Boom!

Crack!

puff……

The violent turmoil was like an earthquake; people were dying every second.

The Bagua Formation operates like a sophisticated instrument. Despite its high load, it maintains its basic structure. Tens of thousands of Tibetans who approach it are either kept out or absorbed and decomposed, ultimately their souls scattered!

It seems that the Far Eastern Army is under tremendous pressure, but in reality, as long as they cannot break through the enemy lines, the Far Eastern Army faces a maximum of only tens of thousands of soldiers at any given moment.

This is the mystery of the Bagua Formation; perfected by generations of famous generals, it is terrifyingly powerful.

With the loss of Zanpo, a fierce general, the Tibetan army also lost its sharpest vanguard and could no longer break through.

Li Yuanchang, who was in command, judged that the Tibetans were on their last breath and would surely collapse after this wave of attacks.

Indeed, this was the case. The attack lasted only half an hour, and the Tibetan army was clearly exhausted and experiencing problems such as command confusion.

In contrast, the Far East Army fought with increasing ferocity, using the Bagua Formation and Han Lei tactics to turn the scene into a carnage.

At the critical moment, Murong Khan led his troops out to attack again!

They were the weakest army on the battlefield, and Li Yuanchang had no intention of using them, keeping them only for logistics. However, Murong Khan did not cower in fear. He saw that the decisive moment had arrived and led his troops down from the mountain to attack the personal army led by Garzanpo.

This surprise attack, though seemingly weak, directly hastened the Tibetan army's crushing defeat.

Because the Tibetans had no backup plan. Although the Tuyuhun were weak, they still had swords that could kill people. They only needed to surround and block them, and leave the killing to the Far East Army.

"..."

"Report!!"

"General, General, Zanpo's men are calling for reinforcements! The remnants of the Tuyuhun army have suddenly attacked and surrounded them from behind!"

"They're attacked from both sides!"

Amidst the chaos of the army, Tibetan scouts shouted.

Upon hearing this, Dayan Mangbuzhi's face turned ugly; even the Tuyuhun dared to try and control them.

Immediately afterward, his face turned panicked, and he rushed forward to look around.

Sure enough, that elite army was surrounded and annihilated, and a thunderstorm was raging.

Zanpo is dead. If this imperial guard is also wiped out, his fate will be more serious than simply being dismissed.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains, and the constant bombardment by Han Lei caused blood and flesh to fly everywhere. No matter what they did, they couldn't break through the formation.

With one side gaining at the expense of the other, it seems there's no way to reverse the situation.

He gritted his teeth and roared almost ferociously, "Retreat!!"

"withdraw!"

"The Grand Marshal has ordered a retreat!"

With the highest order issued, the retreat began.

The vast battlefield, where blood flowed like rivers, seemed to be under some kind of spell. The Tibetans retreated like a tidal wave, their retreat far exceeding their advance.

They trampled over the corpses of their comrades, disregarding everything, desperately trying to escape that "land of death," to escape Hanley's bombing.

Seeing this, Dayan Mangbuzhi felt extremely unwilling and aggrieved!

Because from beginning to end, he was never able to confront Li Yuanchang directly; in his eyes, Li Yuanchang was a coward hiding in his shell.

"Li Yuanchang, you can't be this lucky every time!"

"I swear I will kill you!!"

The Eight Trigrams Formation, the platform.

Li Yuanchang's lips curled into a smile, his face beaming with satisfaction: "They've left!"

"The Tibetan army has really messed up this time, hehe."

"Hahaha!" Laughter erupted all around.

"Your Highness, we can launch a full-scale attack and not let them retreat so easily!" someone suggested, eager to try.

Li Yuanchang shook his head: "Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

"Pursuing them means abandoning the Bagua Formation, and the Tibetans are best at counterattacks and open field battles."

"By my order, exterminate all Tibetans who did not have time to retreat. Kill as many as you can!"

"yes!"

His commands were like divine decrees, and everyone believed in them, even bowing and worshipping them.

Twenty thousand men easily and decisively defeated the siege of eighty thousand elite Tibetan troops. Before His Highness, even the arrogant Tibetan barbarians were nothing more than this.

As the Tibetan army retreated, the situation on the battlefield eased, the volume of sound continued to decrease, and the Far Eastern Army completed its frontal defeat and entered the final stage of the battle.

Everything ended when it was already dark.

The battle lasted a full day, ultimately ending in a crushing defeat for the Tibetan army, which then retreated.

Li Yuanchang was worried that the Tibetans might launch a counterattack or a night attack, so he did not dare to deal with the battlefield. He only ordered his men to rescue their own wounded, then set up a defensive line, lit more torches, and waited for dawn.

The night passed amidst the cries of the wounded and cheers of celebration.