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

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bowstring was being pulled taut by Li Yuanchang's hand, making a constant creaking sound, as if it were about to snap at any moment.

He remained silent for three breaths, standing motionless in the center of the chaotic battlefield, adjusting his breathing as if nothing in the outside world concerned him.

call out! !

Once he had his sights set on someone, Li Yuanchang decisively released his grip.

The arrows made a piercing noise, piercing through the armpits and ears of the two Tibetans before hitting their targets with pinpoint accuracy.

puff! !

The retreating Tibetan general screamed, blood spurting from his back, before crashing to the ground, scattering the box of Han Lei he was holding.

His men stopped and tried to help.

More than ten guards leaped down from the high slope and began fighting to buy time.

It was at this time that the Far East Army officially intercepted this group of Tibetans, who looted at least twenty boxes of Han Lei from the warehouse, each box containing ten pills.

The two sides engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Panting heavily, Li Yuanchang rushed to a ditch where the Tibetan general he had shot had rolled in.

He reached out in the dark and picked up Han Lei from the ground.

In today's battlefield, this thing is more important than food supplies.

Just as he was carefully packing the box, suddenly, he instinctively felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

not good!

boom!

The Tibetan general, who had already been shot by an arrow and fallen to the ground, suddenly rose from the dead, sat up, and lunged at Li Yuanchang.

The whole process was seamless; no one could have imagined that the corpse on the ground could come back to life.

Li Yuanchang was knocked to the ground by a tremendous force.

"Ah!" Blood dripped from the mouth of the Tibetan general, who was still roaring. He held Li Yuanchang down with one hand and reached for a dagger at his waist with the other.

boom!

Li Yuanchang reacted quickly, stepping on his waist and firmly pressing down on the dagger, preventing it from being drawn.

The Tibetan general couldn't pull the object out no matter what he tried, so he gave up, grabbed Li Yuanchang by the neck with both hands, and cursed something.

The feeling of suffocation made it difficult for Li Yuanchang to breathe. He tried to struggle, but the other person was heavier and stronger than him, and he was pinned down and had almost no chance to fight back.

He couldn't even call for help.

In a split second, he pressed his thumb hard into the other person's eye socket.

"Ah!" the Tibetan cried out, instinctively taking half a body step back.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Yuanchang moved with the agility of a dragon, rolling on the ground to break free from the Tibetan general's control. He then rose and delivered an elbow strike.

As the saying goes, an elbow strike is like a knife; the Tibetan's brow bulge instantly exploded.

Just as he was about to get up, Li Yuanchang pounced on him and knocked him to the ground again.

"Ah!" The Tibetans were naturally savage and extremely strong, and they instantly lifted Li Yuanchang up on their backs.

Li Yuanchang was riding on his back when he was about to be thrown off. He had a sudden idea, leaned back, and grabbed the large bow that had fallen to the ground.

Then, relying on his incredible core strength, he rolled up his body and used the bowstring to tightly strangle the other person's neck.

The Tibetan man's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled desperately.

"what!"

Li Yuanchang roared, leaned back, and used his own weight to strangle wildly.

The Tibetan general's hands were slashed, and he tried desperately to pull the bowstring, but all his efforts were in vain.

After just a brief struggle, *poof*!

A soft, crisp sound rang out—the sound of a bowstring piercing a throat.

boom!

The Tibetan general slammed his knees heavily onto the ground, his pupils dilated and bloodshot, his hands fell limply, and he stopped breathing completely.

Li Yuanchang kicked the man away, panting heavily, "Huff..."

"Damn it, in the Redemption War, you forgot about something as important as finishing off the enemy!"

He cursed under his breath, feeling a bit scared; he had almost really been caught off guard.

On the battlefield, there are many who play dead, and finishing off enemies is almost common sense, but he hasn't been in the field for too long, and his vigilance has become rusty.

While he was still lost in thought.

boom! !

A loud bang came right above him, pulling him back to reality.

He was thrown off balance by the sound and the dust and sand, his body trembled involuntarily, and then his expression changed slightly as he crawled out of the ditch.

A large ball of sparks was seen burning fiercely as a Han thunderbolt was detonated, but it didn't hit the Tibetans; instead, it blew up the Imperial Guard.

At least a dozen people were injured in the blast, lying on the ground, screaming and rolling around.

Li Yuanchang was completely stunned.

It was the Tibetans; they opened the box and detonated the thunder!

They are the army that has been bombed the most by Hanleys to date, and many people have witnessed firsthand how Hanleys are ignited and exploded, and now they are imitating them.

Immediately afterward, his pupils narrowed and focused. The dozen or so bloodthirsty Tibetans, feeling hopeless about breaking through, all opened their Han Lei weapons, intending not to take them with them, but to perish together with them.

"Stop them!!"

Li Yuanchang roared and swooped down like a cheetah.

"Your Highness!"

Guo Chao and the others shouted and then rushed forward together.

The Tibetans have already taken out torches.

Thirty steps, twenty steps...

Chi Chi Chi!

The Tibetans lit the Han thunder, then stuffed it into the box, and raised it with both hands.

Seeing this, Li Yuanchang's shoes scraped violently against the ground, and he abruptly came to a stop. His horrified eyes showed that it was too late.

"Lie down, lie down!!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs and jumped into the pile of corpses.

The roar echoed all around, and the guards who rushed to stop it fell to the ground in horror.

In that instant, more than a dozen boxes were thrown out, and nearly a hundred Hanlei exploded simultaneously.

Bang bang bang! !

On the dark plateau, one after another, dazzling fireworks burst forth, engulfing everything, while shrapnel flew wildly, piercing through the trees.

"what!"

Too many people are injured by shrapnel in an instant.

The powerful shockwave sent Li Yuanchang flying from a mere twenty steps away, gliding for seven or eight meters.

Then, a cloud of dust fell like rain, and the entire scene seemed to fall silent.

After about five breaths, Li Yuanchang pushed the corpse off him, staggered to his feet, his ears ringing, and some blood seeping out.

The scene was chaotic and filled with smoke, with wounded guards lying everywhere, wailing in pain.

The Hanlei is not something you can escape unscathed from; the shockwave and shrapnel are the key to causing mass casualties.

Before they could react, the besieged Tibetans launched a counterattack while the aftershocks of the explosion were still lingering!

"kill!!"

Li Yuanchang was also targeted. Several Tibetans attacked him with curved swords. He shook his head and picked up a Tang sword from the ground.

Just as he was preparing to fight, Huangtu arrived with reinforcements. His massive body charged into the battlefield, single-handedly overthrowing several Tibetans and then hacking them to pieces, thus averting the crisis.

Before Li Yuanchang could catch his breath, another explosion occurred in another direction.

Han Lei lost countless items; the Tibetans couldn't take them with them, so they started bombing him.

Seeing the situation deteriorate and the number of casualties rise, Li Yuanchang panicked and rushed to the scene, rescuing several people.

A group of Tibetans seized a high point and were squatting on the ground prying open wooden boxes, intending to detonate the Han thunderbolts and bombard the Far East Army.

"not good!"