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

The announcements continued until dusk, made intermittently at least a dozen times, ensuring that most of the garrison inside the city received the message.

After making his statement, Li Yuanchang adopted a strategy of "surrounding without attacking and holding back his troops," and declared that noon the next day would be the time to attack.

This move can be described as cutting off the enemy's supply lines!

This night was long and agonizing for the defenders of Fuai City.

Faced with the invincible army that had defeated the main force of the Tibetans, they were terrified. The best way to amplify their fear was not to kill the enemy, but to let them know that their death was imminent!

In the latter half of the night, there were many signs of people "jumping off buildings" on Fuai City.

Fearing the Tang army and also afraid of being forced to fight by the Tibetans, the ordinary soldiers of Tuyuhun chose to surrender in this way.

Although some ropes were prepared, many people were shot and killed by Tibetan arrows after jumping down.

The few who were injured also broke their legs, but Li Yuanchang kept his promise and not only spared their lives but also treated their injuries.

Then, early the next morning, these people were taken to the front line of Fuai City to persuade the Tuyuhun soldiers, who were still wavering in the city, to surrender.

Of course, the nobles of Tibet and Tuyuhun who surrendered were not without precautions. They frequently changed generals and used the sound of gongs and drums to cover up the shouts from the outside.

But all of this was in vain.

Li Yuanchang didn't expect the people inside to open the city gates and coordinate an attack from within so he could get in. What he wanted was for the people inside to abandon their weapons and armor on a large scale and stand by and watch the street fighting break out.

Although Fuai City was bound to fall, the strength of the resistance directly determined the casualty figures in the street fighting.

When he led his troops into battle, besides achieving victory, his primary consideration was minimizing casualties.

Clearly, the twelve hours of work and waiting were worthwhile.

At noon, the attack officially began.

The Far East Army pieced together shields to form a giant canopy, and then, braving a hail of arrows and falling rocks from the Tibetans, rushed to the city gate to plant explosive charges.

With a tremendous roar, flames engulfed the city, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and Fuai City was blown apart without a single soldier being killed.

The city gate, which had been reinforced in advance and was as thick as a millstone, was blown to pieces. Cracks appeared all over the city wall, and several sections even collapsed.

The city of Fuai was plunged into endless panic and screams.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Rengui led his troops in a charge.

Three thousand cavalrymen surged into Fuai City and clashed head-on with the Tibetans who were trying to block the breach.

In an instant, the iron hooves tore through the city's defenses.

The main defensive line composed of Tibetans was overwhelmed by the charge, with men and horses falling to the ground and screaming incessantly.

A fierce battle ensued between the two sides.

Because the breach was guarded by thousands of Tibetans themselves, it took more effort.

In a quarter of an hour, Xue Rengui had completed the killing of the three Tibetan generals on the battlefield!

With his halberd, he single-handedly cut down the Tibetans, who dared not fight back. With Han Lei clearing the way, they were invincible.

In the final quarter of an hour, the inner city of Fuai fell completely, and more and more Far Eastern troops were able to enter and engage in deeper street fighting.

The Tibetans suffered repeated defeats, but they did not give up the fight. They gathered their main forces, set up supervisory teams, and forced the Tuyuhun's allied forces to begin suicidal warfare.

They were forced to wear down Hanley of the Far East Army by using their bodies to block the cavalry's advance, hoping to wear them down through sheer numbers.

This tactic, if used correctly, can indeed be effective.

Cavalry struggles to maintain offensive momentum in urban warfare, and Hanley's resources eventually run out.

The problem was that the Tibetans hadn't anticipated that these Tuyuhun allies had no desire to fight, nor dared to fight.

As soon as the auxiliary troops came into contact with the Far Eastern Army, they immediately dropped their swords and surrendered, or simply stood on either side of the road and then squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Li Yuanchang gave the Far East Army extremely strict orders, prohibiting the massacre of prisoners of war in order to avoid provoking large-scale resistance.

Therefore, the samples made earlier were completely ignored and not targeted.

When the auxiliary troops behind witnessed this, they were immediately reassured and surrendered desperately, no matter how the Tibetans tried to stop them.

Some of the Tuyuhun allied forces even turned against the Tibetans on the spot and slaughtered the Tibetan supervisory team!

They surrendered out of desperation, hoping for preferential treatment, but instead they were met with oppression and abuse from the Tibetans.

Many women in the city were raped by the Tibetans, and many of them were their family members.

They dared not resist because the Far East Army did not come, but now that they have a chance, will they let the Tibetans go?

A vicious cycle, with one link in the chain of events gaining and losing ground, ultimately led to a complete rout in the battle of Fuai City.

In just half an hour, the Far East Army swiftly advanced throughout the city, trapping the main force of the Tibetan army and the personal guards of the Tuyuhun nobles inside the Tuyuhun royal palace.

With nowhere to retreat, the Tibetans had no choice but to fight. They blew their horns and charged out like a pack of fierce wolves, chanting some kind of morale-boosting "ancient language" in Tibetan, which came from the Bon religion.

This is essentially a form of brainwashing, which allows Tibetan soldiers to ignore pain and fear.

Frankly speaking, only the elite border troops of the Tang Dynasty could fight such an army. Both sides had faith; otherwise, ordinary armies would simply not be able to win.

When combat capabilities are similar, and large-scale bloody battles ensue, what truly matters is will and faith.

"..."

At dusk.

Thick smoke billowed from Fuai City, and collapsed houses were still burning. There were many corpses in the city, but there was no massive casualty of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The city was eerily quiet, with no loud wailing or howling.

Countless prisoners and civilians squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling as they watched the Far East Army come and go. Their lives and wealth had not been stolen, and there had been no rape of women.

This created favorable conditions for the post-war order.

drive!!

A fiery red steed sped past, followed by a large number of elite troops, like celestial soldiers descending from heaven.

With Xue Rengui's arrow killing the Tibetan general "Mao Zhen Zhen Zhu" in Fu'ai City, the battle of Fu'ai City was basically over.

The main force of the Tibetan army, numbering eight thousand, was completely wiped out, and the remaining auxiliary troops all surrendered.

Upon receiving the news of the victory, Li Yuanchang immediately joined forces with Murong Khan to enter the city and take control of the situation.

Royal Palace.

A scene of devastation, rivers of blood, and countless shattered ruins—the former glory is gone forever.

Murong Khan burst into tears on the spot!

They're finally back, even if it's just ruins.

"We pay our respects to the King of the Far East!"

"We pay our respects to the King of the Far East!"

The shouts continued unabated, and the entire army bowed their heads in welcome, displaying their full might.

The surrendered Tuyuhun nobles trembled as they gazed at the magnificent figure of the fiery red warhorse, lamenting, "Wasn't the Heavenly Khan of the Great Tang dead?"

"Hasn't it declined?"

"Why is there an even more terrifying one now?!"