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

The next day, dawn broke.

As the sun rises over Gudu Ranch, its blinding rays illuminate this battlefield of yesterday.

The Far East Army erupted in a thunderous roar.

"Long live the King of the Far East!"

"Long live the Far East Army!"

The deafening sound woke up the morning. The Tibetans hadn't arrived by daybreak, meaning they had completely fled.

This battle has come to a complete end.

On the ruins, blood flowed into the crater blasted open by Han Lei, pooling into a small pond that shimmered with an eerie color. Above it was the corpse of a Tibetan.

His body had stiffened, his pupils were dilated, and he was motionless.

A vulture swooped down and perched on his beak, nibbling at it.

Next to the corpse was another corpse, and on top of that was yet another corpse. From near to far, layer upon layer, the corpses piled up like a mountain, densely covering almost the entire pasture.

The Far East Army dispersed, searching for survivors and the corpses of their own men in batches.

The scene was spectacular, yet it was also brutal.

If an ordinary person came here, closed their eyes, or even just smelled the blood, they would probably vomit on the spot.

The Tibetan army has vanished without a trace, but the Bagua Formation still retains some marks, outlined by blood and various command flags.

Li Yuanchang was inside. He led his team out of the camp step by step, staggering and unsteady, with nowhere to put their feet.

"Your Highness, we have suffered three thousand wounded, one hundred and twenty-seven missing, and approximately one thousand killed in action."

Upon hearing the report, Murong Khan, covered in wreckage, was shocked. He glanced at the battlefield and realized that the Tibetans must have died dozens of times more.

Li Yuanchang nodded, but there was no smile on his face.

As the head coach, he doesn't want to be all smiles and jokes when it comes to casualties, especially when it comes to victory.

Even if fewer people die, it's still fewer; even if more enemies die, it won't bring them back.

In the Far East, many more elderly people and women are destined to go blind from crying. It's cruel, but it's a pattern that runs through the entire history of human development.

Perhaps the saying "stop killing with killing," the effort of one generation, and the peace for future generations, is the right one.

"Find their bodies and cremate them. We can't take the bodies back, but we must take the ashes back. Also, carefully collect their belongings and register them."

"Zhao Jie, you and the others will immediately write a military report for His Majesty."

"Write another letter and send it back to Longxi Prefecture, telling them to speed up the transport of sufficient supplies, especially siege equipment."

"Next, we need to retake Fuai City."

"yes!"

Everyone clasped their hands in a fist salute.

Before Li Yuanchang could even finish giving his instructions, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

It was Xue Rengui.

Li Yuanchang glanced back and saw the bloody hole in his shoulder.

"Your injury?"

"Your Highness, it's alright. We've already applied wound medicine. The bleeding was from yesterday; it's nothing serious."

Although Xue Rengui appeared relaxed, the generals were still worried for him. As soldiers, they knew very well that if the hole had been slightly off-center, Xue Rengui would be in a very different state.

"Your Highness, look at this."

"I searched for a long time and almost couldn't find it. I thought it had been taken back by the Tibetans."

As he spoke, he turned around and had his men bring in a corpse.

"Is it Zanpo's?" Li Yuanchang asked in surprise. There were at least 30,000 to 50,000 corpses here, which was not unusual. Those that Xue Rengui had specially collected must not be ordinary people.

Xue Rengui nodded, his stubble-covered, square face extremely composed: "Your Highness, it is indeed this person."

"After killing this man in yesterday's battle, Gar's personal guards launched a frenzied retaliation, attempting to reclaim his body."

"But we ultimately failed. In the chaos of the battle, we didn't have time to collect the remains, and over time, they were buried by other corpses."

Li Yuanchang stepped forward and brushed aside Garzanpo's disheveled hair.

His face was pale and showed signs of rigor mortis, indicating he was beyond dead, but one could still discern his unruly nature and extraordinary talent in life.

It is said that this person is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but looks like he is in his twenties.

This is a characteristic of the Tibetan people living on the plateau, where the sun is too strong and scorching, resulting in them being generally rough and dark-skinned.

But in any case, this young man definitely has the makings of a war god!

Looking at his corpse, Li Yuanchang said indifferently, "You were braver than Dayan Mangbuzhi. You died on the battlefield, but he became a deserter."

"If you were my subordinate, perhaps you could have met a peaceful end," he said with a hint of regret.

Coming from the opponent's mouth, this is extremely high praise.

"yes!"

"This man is only a teenager, yet he possesses the strength to withstand ten thousand men at such a young age. If General Xue hadn't arrived yesterday, I would be dead."

"A genius of unparalleled talent, it's a pity he met His Highness."

"Good riddance! You've rid our army of a great enemy!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, some praising and others hating, but without exception, they all acknowledged the other's strength.

The only unexpected thing yesterday was that this guy led the team to break through the Bagua Formation, and he broke through it too fiercely.

Xue Rengui led his troops in a desperate defense, which saved Leimen from falling.

Once his identity was confirmed, Zanpo's death was also confirmed. He was the highest-ranking general to die in battle since the start of the war, and his identity was extremely special.

After a slight sigh of regret, Li Yuanchang's eyes quickly returned to their cold expression.

Respect is respect, regret is regret, but an enemy is always an enemy.

"Men, cut off the heads of all the Tibetans and use them to build a mound of skulls at Gudu Pasture!"

"Then cut off Garzanpo's head and place it at the highest point to boost our morale and dampen their fighting spirit."

These words shocked everyone!

Jingguan!

It involves piling up human heads into mountains, which is called a "jingguan" (a mound of heads).

The demonstration also signifies that the two sides will fight to the death!

Why has His Highness, who is usually conservative, steady, and always strives for a sure win, suddenly become so radical?

"yes!!"

"Go ahead and do it." Li Yuanchang waved his hand. His idea was simple: to frighten the Tibetans once and for all, to make them afraid to cross the border and commit arson, murder, and looting.

He disagreed with the methods used by Emperor Taizong and Emperor Gaozong to maintain relations through political negotiations, diplomatic rhetoric, and even marriage alliances.

Before he came to Tuyuhun, he had already planned to use the strongest military force to break the backbone of the Tubo Empire!

He then went to the wounded soldiers' camp to inspect the condition of the wounded soldiers, and then took stock of the number of Han Lei and the supplies.

Although the Far Eastern Army won a great victory in this battle, it also suffered huge losses.

Thousands of wounded, the entire army exhausted, Han Lei lost most of his men... each of these silently testifies to the immense pressure of fighting the Tibetans.

These people are truly fearless and dare to fight. Even after being stabbed, they can still fight back fiercely and become even more frenzied.

This is the problem faced by all the soldiers in yesterday's battle.