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

Everyone paled and looked around, thinking it was some kind of natural disaster like a flood or landslide.

It wasn't until a group of black figures suddenly appeared all over the mountains, lined up in a row on the north side of Changqi Mountain in Longxi Road, that everyone realized that they were people, cavalry, not a natural disaster!

Pairs of eyes stared intently at that spot, their presence overwhelming as the outline slowly took shape.

Armored with curved swords, long beards and braids, black yak hair flags, and totems primarily used for sacrificial purposes, exuding an exotic aura!

boom!

The officers and soldiers in charge of escorting the grain convoy were all jolted as if struck by lightning, their pupils dilated, and then the grain convoy was thrown into chaos!

"Tibetans!"

"They're Tibetans!"

"How did they get here?" the grain officer exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

The Far East King had already forced the main force of the Tibetans to retreat to the west of Tuyuhun, which was still a passage in the Longxi region. How could Tibetans appear there? Could they fly?

"Take the grain carts and leave quickly!!" A captain who was guarding the grain route in the Far East Army was the first to react, giving the laborers a retreat order and mounting his horse with his sword.

"Quickly, fire arrows! Fire arrows! Stop them!"

In an instant, the grain supply lines were thrown into complete chaos.

The laborers fled in disarray, and the officials and soldiers of Longxi Prefecture abandoned their posts on the spot. More than two hundred men ran even faster than the laborers.

Only a few dozen Far East Army soldiers remained who could react, and they refused to leave in order to ensure that the food supplies were not lost.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Those bastards got away!"

"Come back, come back!!"

Unable to control the people of Longxi Prefecture, the sudden arrival of the Tibetans was like a nightmare, attacking this rear supply route.

In the nick of time, it was still the Far East Army's own people who could be relied upon.

"You two go quickly and ask for help. Tell them that the Tibetans have appeared in Longxi!"

"The rest of you, stand with me and hold them off. Our supplies are crucial; my Far East army is waiting at the front!"

"yes!!"

The remaining few dozen soldiers roared, mounted their horses, and charged directly at the hundreds of Tibetan cavalrymen.

The Tibetans were still two miles away from the grain carts. They originally had a chance to escape, but they didn't.

They risked their lives to secure the transfer of a small number of grain wagons, but in reality, due to a large-scale attack, most of the grain being transported was definitely lost.

The Tibetan barbarians numbered five or six hundred, like a black lightning bolt, shaking the mountains and rivers, their strange cries echoing through the heavens with the thunderous sounds of their horses' hooves and horns.

They carried out their barbarity and bloodlust to the extreme, and in just one encounter, they overwhelmed and covered dozens of Far East soldiers!

One Far Eastern soldier after another fell, trampled by warhorses...

In about twenty breaths, the Tibetans launched a full-scale attack on the supply route, and nearly 70% of the grain, fodder, and medicine were burned to ashes by the torches they had thrown down.

Only a very small number of laborers were protected and took away a few grain carts.

By the time the nearest military camp sent troops to rescue them, the supply route had already been burned to the ground, leaving only black ash, tattered military flags, and headless corpses.

"It's over!"

"It's all over!" The commander of the garrison's legs went weak, and he knelt down, his lips pale.

"Along the way, our supply lines were attacked at seven locations, resulting in the deaths of many Far Eastern soldiers. Their heads were all cut off. If the Far Eastern King holds us accountable, we will not be able to escape responsibility..."

"How did the Tibetans end up here?"

He screamed in despair.

But no one could give him an answer. The entire main supply route was almost entirely dragged into the abyss of war in a single day, with thick smoke billowing and a scene of desolation.

The entire logistics system of the Far East Army was almost completely wiped out!

The Tibetans were extremely cruel; they beheaded every member of the Far East Army!

Soon, things spiraled out of control. After the attack on the supply lines ended, a large Tibetan army amassed behind Li Yuanchang.

They remained completely unaware of the fierce fighting on the front lines.

The vast territory was sparsely populated, and the Tibetan army that suddenly appeared out of nowhere was not discovered at first.

……

The banks of Qinghai Lake.

A camp was engulfed in flames; it was once a supply route node for the Far East Army, and now it lies in ruins.

Nearly five hundred bloody human heads were neatly arranged on the riverbank, all of them belonging to the Far East Army and the Tang Army, making the entire sky dark and gloomy.

In front of the human head is an altar with a distinct Tibetan sacrificial style.

Outside the altar, an endless Tibetan army was gathered and mobilized, creating a powerful sense of oppression.

They slaughter pigs and sheep, and perform Bon rituals to appease the dead.

However, the spirits of the deceased being worshipped were clearly not from the Far East Army; the heads of the Far East Army were merely offerings.

"Little brother, your big brother is here to avenge you."

"I promised Mother that I would bring your body back, but my elder brother broke his promise, so he will make Li Yuanchang pay the same price."

"His body will never return to the Tang Dynasty."

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"His body, too, will suffer the same fate: exposed to the sun and snow, left to rot in the wilderness!"

The hoarse voice sent chills down one's spine. It came from a tall, young, threatening, and profound young man, none other than Gar Lunqinling, the strongest young talent in Tibet, the future successor of the Gar family, and known as the Tiger of the Plateau.

A prodigy who has mastered political intrigue, wisdom, and military strategy; a ruthless individual who could easily defeat even Xue Rengui.

At this moment, he looked at Qinghai Lake expressionlessly, with a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

But soon, his subordinate whispered in Tibetan, "Xiao Lun, everything is ready."

This kind of person is terrifying. He can easily control extreme hatred and calmness, is extremely difficult to influence emotionally, and is impenetrable deep inside.

He was more militarily capable than his father.

Compared to his younger brother, who was invincible, he was more strategic and a natural prodigy.

He turned around, looked at the dark mass of his subordinates below, and shouted loudly.

"Warriors of Tibet, sons of the Gar family, Li Yuanchang is right here!"

He pointed his finger towards the direction of the Gongwang Plateau on the western front.

The Tibetan army immediately became filled with murderous intent, and this name was engraved on the kill list of the entire Tibetan Empire.

Whether it was the Gar family or the Bon religion, both the political and religious authorities hated Li Yuanchang to the bone and wished they could tear him to pieces!

He was a natural orator, and his passionate speech was highly infectious.

"Our organization has spent a fortune to obtain information that he has at most 20,000 troops, or even less. Han Lei's forces are limited, and so are his provisions. This is the best opportunity for our Tibetan Empire to eliminate our formidable enemy!"

"If we win this battle, Tibet can overthrow the Tang Dynasty's control and seize control of Tuyuhun and the Western Regions in one fell swoop!"

"For a hundred years, we have suffered oppression and humiliation. What are we waiting for now?!" he roared, and the whole place erupted in cheers.

"I command you, take up your scimitars, mount your warhorses, and at all costs, crush the enemy, annihilate them, and bury Li Yuanchang's forces forever on the plateau!"

Waaaaah!!

The heavy, desolate bugle call sounded, and Gar's personal guards roared like madmen: "Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

"Kill Li Yuanchang and overthrow the Tang Dynasty!"

"Kill Li Yuanchang and overthrow the Tang Dynasty!"

"..."