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

After observing for about two minutes, Li Yuanchang realized the situation was not good and immediately prepared to take action, leading his troops to press forward and tear open the breach from the outside.

However, this would make it difficult to distance themselves from the Tibetans during the retreat, turning it into a close-quarters chase.

But right now, he has no other choice.

Just as he was about to give the order, a critical moment occurred!

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out from the northernmost part of the battlefield, and Tibetan cavalrymen fell to the ground.

Clad in white robes, he charged out from the midst of a massive army, his entire body stained with blood. In his left hand he held the severed head of a Tibetan general, and in his right hand, a long spear. With a single arm, he smashed down seven or eight men. Such terrifying power! He was truly a peerless general!

Behind him was the Far East Army, which was making a frenzied breakthrough.

"They're out! They've broken through!"

"General Xue has broken through!" The soldiers exclaimed in surprise, their eyes shining with shock.

What truly amazes people is never a sweeping victory. Even Li Jing's legacy to later generations seems less impressive, perhaps because life was peaceful, and he was a pushover against everyone.

And this kind of script, where the underdog fights for the top and the protagonist is covered in blood to reverse the ending, undoubtedly gets the adrenaline pumping even higher.

"Ready!"

Li Yuanchang shouted excitedly!

That's the value of a fierce general. He was so glad that he had intercepted Xue Rengui back then, otherwise, if that kid had gone to the imperial court, he would most likely have been a rival.

"yes!!"

The soldiers roared in low voices, their excitement palpable as they gazed at Xue Rengui's troops who had already charged out. Each of them gripped the cart tightly, bracing themselves against the advancing enemy.

Rumble...

Xue Rengui led his troops out to attack, but it was no longer possible to stop them. It can be seen that the casualties were also considerable, with the number of soldiers reduced by at least one-third.

But that's how war is; there's no way around it.

The Tibetans, who suffered even greater losses, were furious. For the proud Gar personal guard, this was a disgrace!

They pursued Xue Rengui relentlessly, determined not to let him escape, even at the cost of their lives.

The two sides chased each other, causing the earth to shake and the shouts of battle to fill the sky; their grudges ran deep.

Xue Rengui strictly followed Li Yuanchang's orders, did not linger in battle, and led his troops across the slope in the blink of an eye.

The Tibetans were only twenty paces apart, which was practically no difference, because they were well-rested and had more warhorses; catching up was only a matter of time.

But at that moment, Far Eastern Army flags suddenly flew up on the hillside, and shouts of battle filled the air, creating the scene of a large-scale ambush.

Meanwhile, dozens of flatbed carts were pushed down the slope.

The moment this thing appeared, the Tibetan pursuers' expressions changed drastically, as if it were ingrained in their very genes.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Lie down!!"

Having just been dealt such a blow, the Tibetans frantically reined in their horses, frantically changed direction, and frantically lay down, no longer daring to confront the cart head-on.

Rumble!

The carts rolled down the hillside at high speed. Just a few dozen carts were enough to shock the nearly 10,000 cavalrymen of Gar's personal guard, instantly silencing their fierce and barbaric nature.

This bizarre scene unfolded right before my eyes.

boom!

The carts rolled down to the ground, lost power, some overturned, and some collided with each other, making a slight impact.

The Tibetan cavalry dismounted, covered their heads, and lay down in panic, falling into complete silence.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After a full ten breaths, the cart remained the same, sitting there quietly, without any smoke or explosion.

Because there had been instances before when Han Lei bombed the Tibetans, there were instances where the bombs were thrown but failed to explode, the Tibetans simply watched in awe and disbelief, wasting precious time.

When they saw that there was no movement on the hillside, only some flags fluttering, and not even any shouts of battle, the Tibetans realized something was wrong and rushed up.

boom!

A group of Tibetans tried to kick over the cart, and when they saw that it was empty and their tens of thousands of troops were terrified and fell to the ground, the faces of several generals turned liver-colored on the spot.

"We've been tricked!!"

"Mount up!"

"Get on the horse quickly!"

"Quickly send someone to inform Xiao Lun that Li Yuanchang has fled north; he did not head towards the Tashiganchi River!" The Tibetans roared in fury.

The term "Xiao Lun" refers to Lun Qinling, a position second only to the Grand Minister in Tibet.

"drive!!"

Rumble!

The Tibetans remounted their horses, and nearly ten thousand cavalrymen gave chase once more.

By this time, Li Yuanchang and his team had already disappeared.

The corpses left at the scene, uncollected, speak volumes about the cruelty of war and signify that the drama of breakout and annihilation has only just begun.

Both sides had equally skilled horses and were top-notch riders. So, without any intercepting troops, the Tibetans were never able to catch up with the Far Eastern Army and were always left three miles behind.

At this distance, striking is impossible, but it can be tracked by the tracks of birds, trees, and the ground.

Both sides are in a situation where one cannot catch up with the other, and the other cannot completely shake them off.

But in the long run, this won't work.

The other Tibetan troops will arrive sooner or later. The main problem is that the Far East Army doesn't have enough food and supplies to sustain the war.

So, as the first night fell during the pursuit, Li Yuanchang decided to make a change.

He changed his route once again. He was about to return to the supply route when he led his troops on a sharp turn and headed directly northwest!

The northwest direction completely deviated from Fu'ai City, meaning they were going further and further away, eventually heading back.

However, this area has vast stretches of mountains and ridges on the western front. Not only is the terrain treacherous and complex, making it easy to escape pursuers, but there are also water sources and wild fruits and grasses within the mountains that can provide supplies.

Sure enough, once they entered these mountains and valleys in the middle of the night, the Tibetans couldn't keep up at all.

The complex terrain, the dense mountains stretching one after another, the pitch-black nights, and the generally poor eyesight of the people living on the plateau... all these factors were interconnected and became important means for the Far Eastern Army to shake off its pursuers.

"There are footprints here!"

"There's horse manure here too!"

"General, there seem to be Tang army flags on that mountain ahead!"

The conflicting messages came from multiple directions, completely disrupting the navigation of Gar's personal guard.

"Li Yuanchang, that cunning Han man, I've captured him, and I'll smash his bones to pieces!"

The Tibetans cursed loudly, both angry and unable to catch up, as Li Yuanchang's every step took them into unexpected territory.

In the end, they did not dare to split their forces to pursue, and instead chose to concentrate on pursuing the ground footsteps.

They believed that horse manure and flags could be forged, but footsteps could not.

Their thinking was correct; there were quite a few intelligent men in Gar's personal guard, but the distance had already widened, and their speed was greatly reduced as they chased after the footprints with torches.

Even the footprints of the Far Eastern Army briefly disappeared the next day.

The Tibetans were baffled. How could so many Far Eastern troops leave no trace on the soft ground?

"..."