Lead the team forward and soon you will enter the mountain. This road is much wider than that of that one. Even if the cavalry passes, you can also line up in two columns. If the artillery passes, there will be no problems. Chen Wanrong is relieved.

The only drawback is that the rain is still very heavy and there is no sign of a stop. After a day passed, the artillery soldiers were covered in mud, as if they were rolling in the mud.

As Chen Wanrong expected, the news of the arrival of the Tang army was shocking. Before noon, several Zhuang Dachu's accomplices turned around and brought two Tubo slaves.

When these two men saw Chen Wanrong, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Wanrong: "A great benefactor, save the suffering Bodhisattva!" They kept kowtowing, and Chen Wanrong couldn't even pull it up until blood oozed from their foreheads, and then stood up happily.

The effect has already appeared. Chen Wanrong knew that it was time to comfort him and said with a smile: "I'm very happy if you can trust us! Are you hungry? Come on, give him some food! Look, your clothes are torn like this, how can you wear them?" He took off his clothes and put them on a Tubo slave.

This Tubo slave could not have imagined that the unattainable general of the Tang Dynasty would give him his clothes, and tears flowed out again with excitement, covering his face and crying out.

Chen Wanrong took the jerky from the soldier and stuffed it into his hand: "Eat something first, and cushion it!"

The Tubo slave nodded mechanically, took the jerky meat, and ate it in big mouthfuls. Looking at his eating habits, Chen Wanrong sighed that he was not as good as the beggar, and even the beggar was better than him. The slave lived an inhuman life. How many times could he eat meat in the whole year? Even if he had eaten it, could he be so delicious? Can he eat enough?

Chen Wanrong praised Zhuang Dachu's accomplices. They were very happy and smiled like pistachios. They volunteered to Chen Wanrong: "General, you are quite heavy, let us do our best!"

Five hundred artillery soldiers carried thirty-five cannons, and there was no manpower. In order to let the artillery rest, Chen Wanrong went on the battle in person. Of course, they pleaded for their lives. However, Chen Wanrong knew that it was not the time and smiled and said, "It is important to carry the cannons, but there are more important things. Can you find more people?"

"Yes!" Several people answered in unison.

Chen Wanrong nodded and said, "Okay, you can set out now and spread the news of the coming of the Tang Dynasty, so that more people know, the better. The most important thing is to talk more about our help to the slaves and let every slave know."

This is like throwing sparks on a powder barrel. Once the news spreads, those servants still flee? They won’t come to look for the Tang army yet? They must have followed the Tang army. With their help, the battle will be extremely relaxed.

"General, then let's go now!" The two Tubo slaves who had just arrived also went happily.

Looking at their backs, Wang Zhongsi shook his little head and said regretfully: "Cheng Xiaotian is far behind the general! He only focused on entering, but did not do this well, and he was squandering the end."

Cheng Xiaotian was just a general. He didn't want to get these things. He devoted all his attention to fighting and rushed wherever there was an enemy. That was his true nature.

After noon, Zhuang Dachu turned around and he brought about twenty slaves. The reason why so many slaves followed him was because he was the hero in the mind of the slave and was very famous. It was rare for slaves to kill the slave master. Not only did Zhuang Dachu kill the slave master, he also fled to Jishi Mountain to become the mountain king. Even if the Tubo army attacked him, he had no choice but to do anything about it. The slave had been looking forward to his arrival and saving himself in dire straits.

As soon as Zhuang Dachu showed his identity, these slaves would run away with him. However, Zhuang Dachu was not satisfied and asked the slave to take away the food and meat jerky from the slave owner's family. What Chen Wanrong didn't expect was that they actually drove dozens of yaks, and the yaks carried a lot of things on their backs, like a large caravan.

Among the slaves who followed Zhuang Dachu, there were two responsible for herding cattle and sheep. It was not easy to drive the yaks away. The sheep ran too slowly, and there were few people, so they were afraid of pursuing soldiers, so they didn't want them and only drove the yaks.

Even so, dozens of yaks are a big gain. Yaks are known as the "Plateau Boat" and are a very good carrier. Not only can they kill and eat meat when necessary, they are good food.

After Zhuang Dachu said this, Chen Wanrong was overjoyed and really praised him.

After hearing this, Wang Zhongsi immediately came up with an idea: "General, Zhuang Dachu has such a high status in the minds of slaves, we must make good use of it. In the future, we will summon the slaves in the name of Zhuang Dachu."

This idea is good. Chen Wanrong nodded in agreement and said to Zhuang Dachu: "The most important thing we are now to spread the news of the coming of the Tang Dynasty. You are the most familiar with here. You can arrange your staff and send them to spread the news."

It was really surprising that Zhuang Dachu's name was spread. Zhuang Dachu felt a light on his face, and he thought he was full of blame. He patted his chest and said, "Please rest assured, General, I will do it well!"

Chen Wanrong reminded him: "You don't have to go there in person. Just follow us, and people come from time to time, and you will lead these people."

Slaves and slaves have something in common, and Zhuang Dachu, the hero among the slaves, will be able to lead them no matter how good they are.

Zhuang Dachu would never have expected that such a big thing would fall on his shoulders. He opened his mouth wide in surprise and took a long time to speak: "General, is this appropriate?"

"What's wrong? If you, the mountain king, can't you, can't command your dozens of people?" Chen Wanrong asked back.

Zhuang Dachu thought for a while, nodded resolutely and said, "General, please don't worry, I will do it well! I will do it well!" He summoned the slaves and assigned tasks to ask them to spread the news that the Tang Dynasty came.

The artillery soldiers understood it and did not need Chen Wanrong's explanation, and took the initiative to participate in the affairs of appeaseing the slaves, praised them with kind words, and gave them clothes and food, just like treating their relatives. Although the slaves came for a short time, they deeply felt the difference between the Tang army. In their hearts, they regarded the Tang army as their relatives and thought that it was natural for them to do things.

When Zhuang Dachu said the task, he patted his chest and promised it.

The slaves walked one group and another group came, and they walked fewer and came more. By the evening, Chen Wanrong's team had reached more than 700 people. This was not the case with the slaves sent out and did not come back. If they were added, they would be not far from a thousand people.

Zhuang Dachu was a careful person who sent out those slaves with abilities to spread the news and bring them to the slaves. Those who had no abilities stayed to help carry the artillery. With their joining, the artillery soldiers could rest and take a breath.

As a result of being the King of Shan, Zhuang Dachu always couldn't forget his advice when he sent people out: "Take away all the things you can get away! The sheep runs slowly, and take away the cows and horses if you can get away. You need food, clothing, and use, the more you can get, the better!"

The slaves faithfully carried out his order. Although not everyone had such good luck to get things, Chen Wanrong had more than one hundred yaks, dozens of horses, and thousands of kilograms of grain and jerky. Even the Tubo wine was made hundreds of kilograms.

For efficiency, Chen Wanrong handed over the horses brought by his slaves to Zhuang Dachu for processing. Zhuang Dachu was very useful and assigned these horses to his slaves and asked them to ride horses to spread the news. This was much more efficient. Chen Wanrong also squeezed out some weapons from the army and assigned them to these slaves who were out. They had certain defense capabilities and were all grateful.

In the evening, Chen Wanrong set up a camp on a flat ground. What’s different from the past is that there are many more tents, of course the slaves live.

Today, I have gained such gains from doing this kind of poaching thing. Chen Wanrong was very happy and asked Zhuang Dachu to praise him. Zhuang Dachu's face was so happy that he was blushed.

"General, something is wrong!" Chen Wanrong and Wang Zhongsi and Zhuang Dachu were talking, interrupting Wu Shaoxing's anxious and panic voice.

Chen Wanrong frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wu Shaoxing hurriedly replied: "General, some people are unlucky. They are leading people to chase and kill them for the Tubo leader and are coming to us."

"Oh!" Chen Wanrong was very interested and asked, "How many people are there?"

"Three hundred people!" Wu Shaoxing replied.

Chen Wanrong felt relieved and said with a smile: "Thirty hundred people dare to come to us? What a big joke! I sent an order to leave two hundred people to protect the camp, watch out for artillery, and the other brothers lined up to prepare for the battle!"

This was the first time Chen Wanrong faced the enemy after passing Shibao City. He felt excited and felt the blood was full of heat, and he licked his lips eagerly.

As soon as the order was passed, the artillery quickly formed a formation, with bright eyes and glittering on their faces. These days, they had been marching blindly, and had long been extremely frustrated. They had long wanted to fight a war, and when they heard about the enemy's situation, everyone was happy.

Chen Wanrong looked around and still camped in a broad terrain, which was conducive to cavalry charge. He decided to put the battlefield here, waved his hand and the artillery rode his horse, and arrived at the position that was most conducive to charge, arranged neatly, holding a horse spear in his hand.

A sound of thunderous hooves sounded, mud and water splashed everywhere, and a team of Tubo soldiers rushed over. When they looked at the formation, Chen Wanrong knew that the information had been wrong. There were definitely more than 300 people, at least seven or eight hundred people, looking at Wu Shaoxing.

Wu Shaoxing said embarrassedly: "General, this is what was passed back from the previous one, I will report it truthfully."

When camping, Chen Wanrong set off a warning post. It was probably because it was raining heavily and I couldn't see clearly. Chen Wanrong didn't pursue it and said, "I'll find out next time."

Wu Shaoxing responded quickly: "Abide by the order!"

"General, these are one thousand people!" Although Zhuang Dachu knew that the Tang army was good at fighting, he had no idea when three hundred people fought against one thousand people, so he had to remind him.

Chen Wanrong glanced at Zhuang Dachu with a blue face and smiled and said, "Look at it, I will use 300 people to defeat him and a thousand people!"

Who would believe it if three hundred people had broken into one thousand? Zhuang Dachu was shocked and the slaves were even more nervous. If the Tang army was defeated, they would have no need to know the consequences.

"General, start rushing while they have not set up their formation!" Zhuang Dachu also has a military mind.

The Tubo army had just arrived, and the team was messy and the formation was not completed. This was indeed an excellent opportunity for Chen Wanrong to take action. However, Chen Wanrong had other ideas. This was a battle of confidence. He must win with a dignified formation so that the servants Zhuang Dachu and others had confidence in the Tang army. He shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, it's not too late to let them set up their formation and fight again!"

Zhuang Dachu was so anxious that he rubbed his hands and kept complaining.

Chen Wanrong ignored him and waved his hand. Wu Shaoxing shouted in a loud voice: "Listen to the Tubo people, if you want to fight, hurry up and line up."

A big man rode out from the Tubo team, looked at the Tang army for a while, and smiled contemptuously: "Where are you bandits? Do you actually dare to pretend to be Tang army?"

This man is the leader of the thousand men, named Puwang, and is the local emperor in this area. He is used to being arrogant and disdainful.

After Songtsen Gampo unified the entire Tibet, he not only created Tibetan according to Sanskrit, but also reformed Tubo according to the official system of the Tang Dynasty. The military system had a centurion, a total of five hundred and a thousand commanders.

The Thousand Commander was a small prince in Tubo. Some Thousand Commander could manage 10,000 people, not the two stipulated 500. Although Puwang did not manage 10,000 people, he had the final say in this area, because the Thousand Commander of Tubo was actually the local officials, not only governing the army, but also governing the people.

Songtsen Gampo's reform laid the foundation for the prosperity of Tubo, but his reform had a fatal flaw, that is, all officials with more than a thousand commanders were hereditary, but they only had to be approved by Zampo.

Not to mention that the great rulers are hereditary, even big arguments and small arguments must be hereditary. This will suppress talents and be detrimental to the development of Tubo.

The big theory is the prime minister, and the small theory is the deputy prime minister.

Chen Wanrong was funny and asked back: "Can the bandits have such excellent equipment? Can all the bandits be tall?"

Puwang thought this was very reasonable, so he looked at the artillery carefully. They were tall and powerful. They rode on horses like an iron tower. The helmet was bright and the armor was bright, the bow and arrow were hanging on the back, the sword was hanging across his waist, the hands were full of fighting spirit, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He was a hereditary commander, and although he didn't know much about military affairs, he was clearer. This was a well-trained army. He couldn't help but gasp and shouted: "Even if you are an army, so what? I want you to die without a place to bury you today!"

With a wave of his hand, he was about to order the army to attack. Chen Wanrong reminded him: "Your rank is not our opponent. It's not too late to rectify your rank first and then fight!"

"This general is really pedantic, afraid that they are not strong enough!" Zhuang Dachu kept complaining in his heart.

Chen Wanrong is not a pedantic person, but this is a battle of confidence. If the slaves like Zhuang Dachu and others witness the strength of the Tang army with their own eyes, then things will be easier to handle in the future.

Only when the formation is neat, can charge forward. This is common sense of military knowledge, Puwang still understands it. What surprised him was that the enemy's formation was as chaotic as possible, but Chen Wanrong "good intention" reminded him, which was too surprising. He couldn't help but look at Chen Wanrong in surprise and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Chen Wanrong, the military supervisor of the Tang Dynasty!" Chen Wanrong decided to establish his authority and did not hide it.

Puwang's eyes shone, as if a falcon was staring at his prey, looking at Chen Wanrong, swallowing his saliva: "What a military supervisor? This is what you brought to your door by yourself, no wonder I am!"

"That depends on whether you have that strength!" Chen Wanrong curled his lips disdainfully.

Puwang was very eager to capture Chen Wanrong alive, and at least he had to cut Chen Wanrong's head and send orders to rectify the formation. His army lacked training, and the whole team took a long time. If the artillery came to complete the team, it would be enough to complete three times.

"Brothers: He is the supervisor of the Tang army, a big shot. Capture him alive and give him to Zanpu!" Puwang was so excited that he was like a crowing rooster, his voice getting sharp and thin.

Just as Puwang was speaking, Chen Wanrong issued an unexpected order: "Don't leave any living mouth! Kill them all!"

This is the first time the artillery has participated in the battle. I am looking forward to it. After receiving Chen Wanrong's order, I am full of passion and want to taste the taste of blood earlier.

To establish authority, it is not only about using a dignified formation to defeat the enemy, but also about using the enemy's blood and life to shock the enemy!

"Kill!" Puwang waved his hand and rushed over first. The Tubo army shouted, and then rushed over.

Under Chen Wanrong's leadership, the artillery was waiting quietly. Seeing that the distance was almost the same, Chen Wanrong waved the flag in his hand. The artillery shouted and rushed up like a splattering wind. The three hundred horse spears pointed in front of them, as if they were poisonous snakes that had been chosen to devoured by others.

The mud splashed, and the two armies quickly moved closer. When the two armies collided, people shouted and the horses were neighing, and the Tubo soldiers were all dismounted. They stabbed the horses on the horses, either dead or injured.

The artillery was born in the Longwu Army and was the most elite army of the Tang Dynasty. After training Geshuhan, their strength was further improved. They stabbed Tubo soldiers with only one charge, and a huge gap appeared in the middle of the Tubo formation, and the Tubo army did not even touch the corners of the artillery clothes.

Although Puwang had never fought a war, he thought he was talented and had a high eye. At first sight, his army had a gap, with nearly a hundred casualties, but the Tang army did not have any casualties, so he did not believe it anyway.

Just when he was shocked and suspicious, the artillery put the horse spear on the hook of the weapon, pulled out the horizontal sword at the waist, raised it high, and chopped the Tubo soldiers. The horizontal sword weighed nearly ten kilograms, and the artillery was quite powerful. With one knife, it was extremely lethal. It was not something that Tubo soldiers in leather armor could resist. Those who were hit by the sword would be injured if they were not killed, and there were many people who were dismissed.

The artillery seemed to be invincible and ruthlessly penetrated into the Tubo formation. The Tubo soldiers could no longer resist it, and they dodged one after another, and the formation suddenly became chaotic.

After the Tang army rushed over, a crack appeared in the middle of the Tubo formation, which seemed to be a broken wooden board, divided into two pieces.

In the first round of the confrontation, more than 100 casualties in Tubo, while only a few of the Tang army suffered minor injuries. The fundamental reason is that the artillery was well-trained. Although it was the first time that it was close contact with the enemy on the battlefield, its strength was obvious.

Second, the Tang army's equipment was extremely advanced, with a horse spear and a sword, which was extremely lethal. The Tang army had not used bows and arrows yet. If they were shot with bows and arrows first, the casualties of Tubo would be even greater.

Chen Wanrong intends to establish his authority and plans to fight with his super-strong artillery force, and let the bow and arrow go first.

Third, the Tang army's protective gear was particularly good, and it was iron armor. When Tubo soldiers slashed on their bodies, they could not hurt artillery. On the other hand, Tubo soldiers were wearing leather armor and under the attack of horse spears and horizontal swords, they could not play much protective role. They would not be able to avoid heavy casualties.

"The Longwu Army has extremely strong combat power, but it is still beyond my imagination!" Chen Wanrong sighed while commanding the artillery to reorganize the formation.
Chapter completed!