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

However, thanks to the fierce fighting led by Li Yuanchang and his Imperial Guard, the Tibetan offensive was gradually broken down.

Once the core area was secured and the Tibetans were repelled, Han Lei could be discarded without hesitation.

One thunderous roar after another sounded like the death knell for the Tibetans, their mournful screams echoing across the plateau shrouded in night, sounding particularly eerie from afar.

Just when Li Yuanchang thought that the invading Tibetans were about to be wiped out or escape, an unexpected event suddenly occurred!

Because of the movement of Han Lei (a type of explosive), the warehouse where Han Lei was stored was discovered by a group of Tibetans, who then alerted their allies by shouting.

The Tibetans, who were already in a losing streak, suddenly became incredibly aggressive, abandoning the granaries and supply depots and launching a relentless attack. They even abandoned the wounded soldiers' camps, which were intended to inflict further casualties.

They rushed headlong into the large warehouse where Han Lei was, their frenzy no less intense than someone who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights seeing a table full of delicious food.

"Kill them!!"

The roars of the Tibetans completely drowned out the momentum of the Far East Army.

Li Yuanchang, still locked in combat, turned around and saw the commotion. His expression immediately changed drastically: "This is bad!"

If the Han Lei is destroyed or stolen by the Tibetans, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Go back and fight our way back!"

"Stop them!"

He roared, abandoning all enemies and turning to reinforce his own forces.

"quick!"

"Charge with me!"

The drums suddenly roared, and the Far East Army generals shouted themselves hoarse as they frantically rushed back to reinforce the troops.

What was originally a battle of resistance turned into a "rescue" battle with a sudden counterattack and a dragon's tail sweep by the Tibetans.

boom!

Click!

In the blink of an eye, the outer fence where Han Lei's tents were stored was smashed and trampled into dust by the fierce Tibetans.

There were no fortifications there at all; the wooden fences that were built were only to keep out some wild beasts. It was simply not practical to fight against the Tibetans whose eyes glowed red.

After the wooden palisade was breached, all three hundred soldiers responsible for guarding the area drew their swords and faced off against the desperate Tibetans; not one of them retreated.

At this point in the battle, either all the Tibetans would perish here, or the Han Lei (a type of ancient Chinese thunderbolt) would be destroyed. In reality, neither side had any way out.

"Kill them!!"

The roars and shouts were drowned out by the steel blades of both sides, and many people fell in a single exchange.

The Far East Army fought bravely and plugged the breach.

But the Tibetans were everywhere, and the terrain of the plateau was like home to them. They easily broke through routes that seemed to be 45 degrees and full of rocks that were difficult to climb.

Like zombies, they charged from all directions, seizing every opportunity, and quickly broke through the defenses of three hundred people.

The battle had reached a fever pitch, even more intense than the initial sneak attack, with the entire Tibetan force going berserk.

The situation was already critical. Even though the stationed soldiers had fought hard to resist, they couldn't withstand the Tibetans everywhere. Many Tibetans had already used their scimitars to cut open the curtains and break into the warehouse.

"Stop them! Hold off the main force of the Tang army and buy some time! Everyone else, move the goods!"

"Burn what you can't move!"

A Tibetan general, eight feet tall and clad in armor, shouted orders and used his scimitar to direct the remaining troops' battle direction, while numerous horns sounded behind him.

With the warehouse supplies running low, the situation was extremely critical.

A cloud-piercing arrow tore through the air, emitting a cold glint, and passed through numerous obstacles, precisely locking onto the target from 150 paces away.

puff! !

A splatter of blood appeared, and the Tibetan general who was directing the battle from a high vantage point suddenly froze, his voice abruptly ceasing.

He opened his mouth wide in pain, trying to say something, but as if something was tightly squeezing his throat, he choked on blood and fell to the ground with a thud.

It was Li Yuanchang who had come. He had come in person, running at full speed, constantly taking arrows from his quiver and firing them without even needing to aim.

A master archer, reaping the rewards relentlessly.

His guards went berserk, bulldozing the Tibetans like bulldozers, wielding their Tang swords and slashing until blood flowed freely.

"Stop them! Stop them!!" A Tibetan centurion roared, rushing out of his tent, clutching a box of Han Lei (a type of firecracker), his voice filled with excitement.

Li Yuanchang spotted this man in the chaos of battle and saw him about to run away with the Han Lei, so he immediately tried to draw his arrow.

But when he reached out, he found that the quiver was already empty.

At the same time, several Tibetans attacked him.

"Kill them!"

Their scimitars emitted a blinding, cold light, incredibly sharp; a single strike could cleave a warhorse in two.

In a close encounter, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, there is no escape but a head-on clash.

"Kill them!"

The guards roared and brandished their Tang swords wildly.

Puff puff puff!

In a single exchange, several Tibetans were cut down, many losing their hands. The Imperial Guard also took several blows, but their armor protected them, and none of the wounds were fatal.

When Li Yuanchang looked up again, the first group of Tibetans who had looted the stockpiled Han Lei had already fled, disappearing into the darkness somewhere on the high plateau.

He instantly became extremely anxious: "Huang Tu, clear the way!"

"Everyone else, follow me and charge!"

"yes!!"

Bang bang bang!

The heavy running sounds were like the ground being struck by something. It was people from the mountain tribes who wore specially made full armor and tucked their throats in to avoid any enemy attacks.

At this moment, they charged together like human tanks, their run-up and impact completed in one smooth motion.

This is a tactic unique to the Imperial Guard Battalion, designed so that when Li Yuanchang faces encirclement and obstruction, the Imperial Guard can use their bodies to clear a path as quickly as possible.

No sooner said than done.

boom! !

They were already considered strong and tall, but they were still far inferior to these "little Titans" of the mountain tribes.

When the Tibetans were knocked over, creating a gap, Li Yuanchang rushed out without saying a word, chasing after the group of guys who had taken Han Lei away.

He casually picked up a stray arrow from the ground and held it in his hand.

boom!

Along the way, Tibetans blocked the road. They seemed to have received orders to cover the rear and buy time for Han Lei's transfer.

These barbarians also evolved during the war, no longer as reckless as before, and instead developed tactics.

Without exception, they all became victims of the Imperial Guard's blades.

As guards, they were rigorously trained and selected from the best of the best, mostly from the former Han Prince's Mansion, and were the kind of people with explosive combat power.

If they weren't part of Li Yuanchang's retainer system, any one of them could at least have served as a captain or commander in the army.

Li Yuanchang led his team, cutting through everything like watermelons, relentlessly pursuing the Tibetans who were carrying Han Lei away, from the southwest side of the camp to the northeast side, constantly closing the distance.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Li Yuanchang spotted the general who led the raid on Han Lei, roared, seized the opportunity, and drew his bow.