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

Two hours later, it was almost noon.

The Gongwang Plateau welcomed its second Tibetan army, the Gar personal army that had marched all the way from the rear of the Far East army.

They moved with the force of thunder, were well-rested and ready, fierce and savage, and their overwhelming killing aura darkened the sky.

"Whoa!!"

Suddenly, the army of over 50,000 came to an abrupt halt, the ground rumbling and dust billowing up.

boom!

A tall, handsome young man dismounted from his warhorse, his brown pupils locking onto the numerous marks on the ground.

"Xiao Lun, with the plateau above, why stop?"

"No need to go up, they've already run away." Lun Qinling glanced at the ground and judged that the Far East Army had already left in large numbers.

"what?"

The fierce Tibetan barbarians changed color.

These words were like a bolt from the blue!

They went to such great lengths to avenge Li Yuanchang and eliminate the biggest obstacle to the Tibetan Empire. Where did he go?

"What is the Dayan Legion doing?" someone asked angrily and resentfully.

Lun Qinling looked up at the plateau, which had completely fallen silent. He seemed to understand, but remained calm.

"Li Yuanchang can't escape the palm of this treatise. There are still human footprints on the ground, which means that they lost a lot of warhorses and their speed must not be fast."

"The bloodstains on the ground were still wet and hadn't dried yet, so they hadn't been gone long."

"If we don't take the direct supply route, it will take at least three days and three nights to get from here to Fu'ai City, even if we march at full speed."

"His main argument is clear at every step."

"How can he escape the grasp of this treatise?" Lun Qinling was domineering, calm, and ruthless, possessing an unparalleled composure.

"Sangza, Mudachi, Zaxiti."

"exist!"

Three Tibetan generals shouted loudly.

"Each of you three will lead ten thousand elite troops. Sangza, continue the pursuit along the footprints left by the enemy, and be careful to guard against ambushes in the mountains."

"Mudachi, your troops are returning via the supply route. They should march quickly into the Tashiganchi River to intercept the Tang army. If the Tang army wants to retreat, where is the shortest route besides the supply route?"

"Zahiti, your troops should march directly back to Fuai City to set up an ambush. Li Yuanchang may already know that something has happened in the rear, and he will definitely request reinforcements on his retreat!"

"Stop all his reinforcements at all costs!"

"The allocation of provisions will follow shortly."

"His army is short of supplies and provisions, that's for sure. No matter what methods you use, I want Li Yuanchang to die the same way my brother did!"

He glanced back, his cold and ruthless gaze chilling to the bone.

"yes!!"

"..."

Immediately, the Tibetan army split into four parts, which launched a lightning-fast pursuit from different directions.

They were so fast that the dust and sand on the ground had barely settled before the thousands of soldiers vanished, as if they were a race born for war.

The Gongwang Plateau is utterly desolate!

The bloody battle that lasted for more than half a month left this place devastated. Even though avalanches buried most of it, many traces of the battle can still be seen: charred remains, craters, and sections of giant trees that had been cut down.

Shh, shh...

Lun Qinling stepped onto the soft ground and climbed the Gongwang Plateau step by step.

"An avalanche occurred."

"The blood is still wet; a great battle once took place here."

"Why are there no Dayan Legion members here, but the Far East Army has run away instead?" His men discussed, puzzled.

Only Lun Qinling remained silent. He knew that the Dayan Army was in grave danger when he was down the mountain, and after a brief observation of the battlefield, he roughly guessed what had happened.

At that moment, he suddenly bent down.

He grabbed a corner of the flag from a pile of rubble and then ripped it out.

This is a complete flag, but it is covered in mud and dirt. In addition to Tibetan religious totems, the name Dayan Mangbuzhi is also written on it at the bottom.

The moment the flag was raised, the entire stadium fell silent!

The banners of the three armies, also known as the banners of the Tang Dynasty, were a matter of life and death.

This means that Dayan Mangbuzhi's personal guard battalion is gone!

At this moment, every Tibetan's eyes were filled with shock and astonishment.

The Dayan Legion, just like that, gone?

Not a single survivor?

What exactly happened?

The cold winds of the plateau howled past, and the only response they received was the mournful cry of vultures circling in the sky.

"call!"

The general meaning is to be reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

When he finished reading, he opened his eyes again, and the only pity in his brown pupils disappeared, replaced by an extreme calm.

"General Dayan, I have always felt that you are narrow-minded, unwise in leading troops, incompetent in command, and often burdened by your emotions."

"But this time, you used the strength of your entire clan to delay Li Yuanchang for a full twenty days, thus fulfilling your father's entrustment."

"You died in battle, your son died in battle, and your people died in battle."

"Past grievances are wiped clean."

"This treatise is dedicated to you."

"You are all the most fearless warriors of the Tibetan Empire, and your names will be engraved on the plateau, and you will be immortal after death."

Rest in peace.

"You're off the field."

"Next, this chapter will take over!"

"This treatise promises you all that the bones of the Far Eastern Army will fill the ranches of the Dayan family!"

The young Lun Qinling swept across the plateau ruins with eyes like lightning, his clenched fists exuding a murderous aura; he had already reached the pinnacle of his plateau tiger-like prowess.

He was speaking to the fallen "heroes," and also to his men.

On one hand, there is the ruthless killing of a near-cold-blooded butcher; on the other hand, there is the magnanimous spirit of wiping everything away with a single stroke.

This man is far superior to any traditional Tibetan general.

He possessed the necessary prerequisites to defeat Xue Rengui.

Immediately afterwards, the mournful sound of horns rang out, accompanied by chanting of traditional Bon rituals, as if it were a funeral song!

The Tibetans were mourning for their companions, their grief equally profound.

Perhaps, they too are flesh and blood, with feelings and loyalty.

But between empires, only one can stand.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain; this has been true since ancient times.

In the decades to come, only one of Li Yuanchang and Lun Qinling could stand on the military stage. Their fateful duel was as irreconcilable as the more than two-hundred-year-old conflict of interests between the Tang Empire and the Tibetan Empire.

Li Yuanchang represented the Central Plains, while Lun Qinling represented the plateau. One of them had to bow down. All the marriage alliances, trade agreements, and terms were a joke.

Li Yuanchang understood.

Lun Qinling also understands.

Therefore, he consistently advocated for more radical military preparedness, and consistently advocated for extensive learning and introduction of Central Plains technology, the adoption of the Fubing system (a military system that integrates military and agricultural production).

When the lamentation ended, tens of thousands of Dayan troops perished on the plateau, their bodies left uncollected. The Tibetans considered dying on the plateau to be the greatest honor!

Lun Qinling has left.

The Dayan Army became history, and Dayan Mangbuzhi, a figure who could be considered a hegemon, became Li Yuanchang's stepping stone, thus beginning the struggle for supremacy with Lun Qinling.