Chapter 930 Predicting the Enemy (1)

Chapter 930

The strong wind howled, Wang Chong stood on the city wall, his robes fluttering, looking from a distance, he had a free and easy and confident style.

"Light up the torches!"

Wang Chong made a gesture, and in an instant, on the top of the city, clusters of torches were quickly lit along the edges of the corners. And clang, clang, chains, connected to lit oil lamps, hanging from the top of the wall, the last dark "corner" of the entire Talas was also lit. Whether it was Dashi and Uz Tibetans who wanted to sneak attack on the steel defense line, or climb up to the city of Talas at night, there were no dead ends to speak of.

Time passed slowly, no matter whether it was the Uzbek Tibetans, the Tang people, or the big cannibal camps, they were all quiet and there was no sound at all. The three parties seem to be extremely restrained, and they live in peace. From day and night until late at night, and then at midnight, there were no attacks.

But even so, the atmosphere in the entire city of Talas not only did not relax at all, but became more and more tense. Throughout the east, west, and the city of Talas in the middle, the guards were all on alert, and they were more careful than before.

After midnight, the darker the night, the deeper the sleepiness.

And everyone knows that night raids often happen at this time.

"Gah!"

On the edge of the eastern battlefield, bonfires were raging, and the crowing of vultures came from the night sky. At least five or six thousand Uzbek warriors patrolled and wandered behind the blockade formed by campfires. Whereas they patrolled, there were newly built fences and towering guard posts.

——It's hard to imagine that the Uzbek Tibetans, who are not famous for their farming civilization, would learn the tactics of the Central Plains people in a short period of time.

"Cheer up! That general from the Tang Dynasty likes sneak attacks the most! Give me bright eyes, don't let the Tang people take advantage of the loopholes."

Outside the sentry post, a Uzang general, with a long knife on his waist, yelled loudly.

"yes!"

Teams of Uzbek soldiers echoed everywhere at the sentry posts. Their eyes were vigilant, like night falcons, looking around. Under such circumstances, basically no one can break through the defense line of U-Tsang without being discovered. Hooves rattled, smoke and dust billowed, and teams of U-Tsang cavalry patrolled the night.

The continuous blockade of iron cavalry, together with sentry posts, directly formed a fortified barrier, which strictly guarded the camps of Uzbek Tibetans and Western Turks.

Time passed slowly, the moon was covered by dark clouds, the surroundings became darker and darker, and the night became darker and darker.

I don't know how long it's been—

"Hoof da da!"

Just outside the defense line of the southern camp of the Uzbek Tibetans, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes, and for a moment, the Uzbek Tibetans became vigilant.

"who!"

On the tall sentry tower, with the sound of the machine, a Tibetan Uzbekistan shrank his pupils, his eyes were sharp, he turned his head suddenly, and instantly drew a large bow, aiming the sharp arrow clusters at the outside of the defense line. The direction from which the sound of hooves came. And almost at the same time, within a few hundred feet around, armor burst out, horses neighed, and countless patrolling soldiers, together with Uzbek Tibetans stationed in other places, rushed towards here one after another.

I don't know how many gazes in the dark night, following the voice of the sentinel, looked in the direction of the horseshoe, and with the help of the light of the campfire, I saw countless shadowy figures approaching here quickly.

"Don't fight! We are our own people!"

In the dark night, there was a sudden rush of Uzbekistan. However, hearing this familiar voice, the soldiers on the sentry tower not only did not relax at all, but became even more nervous. The whole person felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, hey, with the ear-piercing howling sound, a sharp arrow shot down on the ground of those figures on the opposite side.

"Hurry up and stop! Dismount all of you and take off your helmets! I want to see your true colors!"

"This is the prime minister's order! Those who disobey the order will die!"

The Uzbek soldiers on the sentry shouted loudly. While speaking, he grabbed a torch on the sentry post and threw it viciously.

Flames streaked through the air,

Instantly lights up the night sky. However, at the next moment, an arrow shot through the void and hit the torch in the air.

"Hahaha, Daqin Ruozan is really powerful, he was already prepared, brothers retreat!"

There was a loud laugh in Uzbekistan in the dark night. Before the figure on the other side got close to the range of the bonfire, he waved his hand violently, leading a group of soldiers, and retreated into the dark night.

"Chase!"

Hearing the loud laughter from the opposite side, the Uzbek Tibetans didn't know what happened, so a group of people roared angrily and rode their horses after them.

"Stop! Come back to me!"

"The Prime Minister has an order, don't chase after poor bandits! Watch out for their ambush!"

A Uszang general with shining eyes rode a strong barley horse and hurriedly chased them out, stopping the crowd.

Xi Yuyu's horse whining stopped abruptly in an instant, and the U-Tsang iron cavalry who had been chasing after him retreated back in an instant.

"These Tibetans from Uzbekistan are really powerful, they are not fooled at all!"

In the depths of the night, Sun Zhiming looked at the Usi Tibetans retreating in the distance, with a look of interest in his eyes.

"Daqin Ruozan is really powerful. After all, he is the wisdom of the Tibetans of Uzbekistan! Even the Marquis admired him, and he had already seen the sneak attack methods of the Marquis in the Southwest War. I am afraid he was prepared for it. Our move It's pretty much useless to him."

Behind Sun Zhiming, a Tang cavalry who participated in the Battle of Southwest Road.

"Haha, it's more fun to be on guard, let's retreat first, anyway, we still have a whole night to play with the Tibetans of Uzbekistan!"

Sun Zhiming smiled casually, didn't take it seriously, and quickly led the crowd away, disappearing into the depths of the night.

And almost at the same time, the news of the surprise attack by Tang people disguised as Uz Tibetans also spread to the army camp behind the hill. In the handsome camp, the fire was bright, and on the dark round iron table, the precious map of the mainland was spread out on it. Sitting next to him were Daqin Ruozan, Huoshu Guizang, Dusong Mangbuzhi and Du Wusili.

"As expected by the Prime Minister, that kid really did the trick again!"

Hearing what the messenger said, Huo Shu Guizang snorted coldly.

"Hehe, the same method was used twice. It seems that I overestimated him."

Daqin Ruozan smiled and didn't take it seriously. In his opinion, Wang Chong's method is completely out of reach, it's like a child's play, and it doesn't make any sense at all.

"If he only has this means tonight, I'm afraid everyone can sit back and relax."

"Could it be that he only has this ability in the first place, and the general overestimated him a little bit. How can a teenage child still practice martial arts and martial arts from his mother's womb?"

In the flickering flames, Du Wusili finally spoke, with resentment in his voice.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the daytime battle was right there. For the first time, Du Wusili's Heavenly Wolf Divine Movement met an invincible opponent, and the opponent's cultivation base and strength were lower than his. Power has never been encountered before. In front of Huoshu Guizang and the generals of Dusong Mangbuzhi, this made Du Wusili lose face.

On the side, Dusong Mangpoje lowered his head, frowned slightly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.

"Hehe, what the general said is also reasonable, but there is nothing wrong with being careful, we still have to take precautions and be more cautious."

Daqin Ruozan just smiled and did not refute.

Daqin Ruozan never underestimated an opponent who had defeated him before, but there was no need to explain these to Du Wusili.

"Prime Minister, do you want me to join the patrol?"

Beside him, Dusong Mangpoje, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"In this way, once the Tang people take any action, I will be able to support them at any time, so that they will never return."

"No need!"

Daqin Ruozan withdrew his smile, frowned slightly, and quickly rejected Dusong Mangpoche's proposal. In the battle of Triangular Gap, Dayan Mangboje died in battle, and the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses of Dusong Mangbuchi were almost completely wiped out. After that battle, Dusong Mangpoje was so eager to take revenge that he even knelt down in front of the Daxue Mountain Temple. Daqin Ruozan doesn't understand his mind, but now is not the time to be arrogant.

"As a general, sitting in the middle army, it is impossible to do everything by yourself. Such a small matter can be left to the subordinates, and Tang people are cunning, whether it is that Wang Chong or Gao Xianzhi, they are all good at strategizing. If we let them know If you participate in the patrol, they can use the strategy of fatigue, so that you have been exhausted and have no time to rest. Once there is a big battle, we will definitely lose."

Speaking of the last sentence, Daqin Ruozan's expression was extremely serious.

Yingying flames flickered in the tent, Dusong Mangbuchi was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the faint moonlight before had completely dimmed. After half a stick of incense, when Daqin Ruozan and others were still discussing countermeasures in the camp, the Uzbek Tibetans' middle line of defense heard bursts of panting horseshoes.

"who?!"

There was a burst of intensive rolling mill sounds, and in the dark night, countless arrow clusters aimed at the direction of the sound of horseshoes. The Tibetans of Uzbekistan have been prepared for a long time, and anyone approaching will immediately trigger a rapid response from the Tibetans of Uzbekistan. It is not easy to penetrate the defenses of the Tibetans in Uzbekistan.

"It's us! Don't do it!"

"We have received a military order, ordered by General Du Wusili, to go to the camp of your Wusi Tibetans to return!"

A jerky Usi Tibetan came from the darkness.

"Is it a Western Turkic?"

Hearing the other party's voice, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the soldiers on the sentry post, and the drawn bow and arrow slowly let go. Even under the sentry post, a strong, dark-faced Uzang general with a long knife on his waist slowly withdrew his long knife. With the light of the bonfire, everyone could see clearly that the figure on the opposite side was clearly wearing the armor of the Western Turks.

"Put down the arrow! No one is allowed to do anything without my order!"

The dark-faced Uzang general swung his arm heavily and ordered. His eyes were originally full of vigilance, but this time, he relaxed a lot. The Western Turks and the Uzbek Tibetans are allies. Although the two sides do not understand the language, they still have a common enemy. If they fight each other, it will lead to misunderstanding and will not be good for the overall situation.

"Thank you!"

The "Western Turkic people" on the opposite side heard the sound, shouted loudly, and at the same time led the soldiers and horses to approach quickly. No one noticed that the leading "Western Turkic man" lowered his head, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.