In the independent camp, Duogu thought that after leaking the Tang army's plan, Moro would retreat. However, contrary to expectations, Moro actually launched a night attack.
Although Duogu's army had always been wary of the opponent's night attack so as not to be caught off guard, Duogu's heart was still a little broken.
At this point, he had no choice but to lead his troops to resist.
According to reports from the scouts stationed near Gongzhuling, the Tang army set off as soon as they received the news of Moro's advance, so he did not feel that the Tang people had betrayed him. (The scouts were faster than the cavalry troops)
The problem lies with the Turks, Shiwei people and Xi people.
As long as he can wait until the Tang army arrives, he will be the winner!
The battle continued until dawn, when news finally came that the Xi people had arrived on the battlefield.
Like the Shiwei people and the Turks, they also stood still. Dahe Duogu had already guessed this outcome, and although he was angry, he was not too disappointed.
The only thing he counts on now is Tang Jun!
However, at this moment, soldiers came to report that Moro's troops had suddenly withdrawn from the battlefield, and Duogu had a bad feeling in his heart.
When he was about to go out and take a look, the curtain of the felt tent was opened with a mace, and Aban Gu walked in covered in blood.
Duo Gu secretly screamed that something was wrong and said hurriedly: "Aban Gu, the Tang army will arrive within an hour. We can win if we hold on for a while longer."
Abangu licked his lips and said, "Dugu, I've had enough of your lies." As he said this, he strode towards Duogu.
Duogu still didn't understand what he was going to do, so he pulled out his sword and said angrily: "If you kill me, the people of Tang Dynasty will not let you go!"
"Maybe."
Aban's bone mace swung and broke Duogu's long knife. The huge stick continued to hit Duogu's chest. Duogu fell to the ground like a rag.
Abangu picked up the broken knife, cut off Duogu's head, and said coldly: "I am fighting in the front, but you are a loser hiding behind. People like you are not qualified to be the leader of the Khitan people.
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After saying that, he took Duogu's head and led the remaining 3,000 people to return to Dahemoluo.
In this battle, more than 10,000 of the 20,000 cavalrymen of the Dugu Duhuo tribe were killed or wounded, thousands of them fled, and 3,000 of them surrendered.
However, Moro only lost more than 6,000 horsemen. Counting more than 3,000 prisoners, his losses were not large.
If the soldiers were not too tired, he even wanted to defeat the Turks, Shiwei and Xi people in one fell swoop!
But as long as he rests for a day, he can continue fighting.
The Turks and Shiwei people could flee back, but the Xi people could not escape his pursuit. He had decided that all the Xi people who would invade in the future would stay in Khitan territory.
However, just when he was thinking proudly, the scouts suddenly came to report that the Tang army bypassed the Laoha River and attacked from the south, only about ten miles away from the main army.
"Damn it! They are really here. That old dog Dugu didn't lie." With a bang, the wine glass in Moro's hand fell to the ground.
In the tent, in addition to Moro and his small tribe leaders, several surrendered leaders such as Abbangu were also in the tent. Abbangu was about to report on the Tang army. When he learned that the Tang army had arrived, he loudly said:
"Big Chief, the Tang army did lure you to attack Dugu, but the plan changed. Those Turks and Shiwei people did not rescue Dugu according to the plan."
Yelvrid stood up in a hurry and said: "This is not the time for discussion. We need to avoid the Tang army as soon as possible and retreat to the west!"
Moro said angrily: "I have more than 20,000 cavalry, which is more than twice that of the Tang army. How can I run away with my tail between my legs?"
Yuan Chaan Qu Huohong said in a loud voice: "Big leader, don't be too impulsive right now. The cavalry of the Tang Army is stronger than ours. Even if our army is at its peak, we may not be able to win. What's more, the soldiers are very tired. If we fight them, the chance of winning is very low."
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"And even if we win, it will definitely be a tragic victory. The Turks and Shiwei people will definitely take advantage of it!" Yelvrid said anxiously.
Abangu remembered that when he was in the Tang camp, he was defeated by the Tang generals one after another. He felt timid and said: "Big leader, I have been to the Tang army camp. They are indeed stronger than us Khitan people. We should withdraw!"
Brother Xiao Mo said sincerely: "Big Chief, the more than 20,000 warriors are the last force of our Khitan people. We must not take risks easily. Don't forget your father's last wish!"
Moro took out his long knife, cut off a corner of the table, and said angrily: "Withdraw the troops, withdraw the troops!"
The Moro army is to the west of the Laoha River, with the Shiwei cavalry to the north, the Turkic cavalry to the northwest, the Xi people to the west, and the Tang army's cavalry to the south.
The Xi people were the weakest in combat, so there was no need to discuss them at all. All the Khitans had a tacit agreement to evacuate from the west.
News of the arrival of the Tang army also spread to the other three families. After learning that the Khitans were breaking out to the west, a Xi tribe general was hurt in his pride and said angrily: "These Khitans are so disgusting, they chose our direction to break out so quickly."
Kedu said with a smile: "Moko, keep your reluctance in your stomach. In terms of bravery, we will never lose to the Turks and Khitans. The reason why we cannot defeat them is because we have no war horses."
"After this battle, we will have a horse!" Moko shouted.
"That's the momentum, Mo Ke! These Khitans are very tired, and the Tang people will arrive soon. We only need to hold off the Khitans for a moment, and we can defeat them and seize the grassland!"
"Ho ho!" the Xi people shouted in unison.
Under the command of Keduzhe, eight thousand Xi people formed a simple formation and quietly waited for the arrival of the Khitans.
At the same time, to the north, the Turkic general Zade also issued an order to attack the Khitans.
A total of 10,000 Turkic cavalry entered the Khitan territory this time, but only 8,000 came to "rescue" the Dugu tribe.
After hearing Zaide's order, a young man wearing agate earrings next to him said puzzledly: "General Zaide, the Khitan people are in large numbers, why not stay away from the enemy for the time being and wait until the Tang army and them are both defeated before attacking again."
Zha De said in a deep voice: "No, the Xi people are too weak. If the Khitan people break through and encircle them, there will be endless troubles."
"Even if we keep these Khitans, it won't have any impact. They are already so weak anyway, and they can't threaten you." The man with the earring said disapprovingly.
Zad glanced at him and said, "You don't understand the grassland."
The earring man snorted and said, "Really?"
Zha De thought: "The grassland will always belong to the nomadic tribes, and the only ones that can compete with us are other nomadic tribes. As long as the Khitans perish, the grassland will eventually belong to the Khitans, not the Tang people. They cannot occupy the grassland, and this place will become the Khitans
A new paradise."
He didn't have time to talk nonsense with the man with the earrings at the moment. With a wave of his hand, the army rushed towards Xi Ren's position.
The people of Shiwei further north saw that the Turks were taking action, and were worried that the Tang Dynasty would blame them, resulting in no land being allocated to them in the end. They also led the army and headed towards the Xi people.
A melee is about to take place.
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Although the Xi people were not as powerful as the Khitans in combat, they were extremely patient and fearless of death. After two quarters of an hour of fighting, the Xi people suffered more than a thousand casualties.
However, they also successfully held back the Khitan army!
At this moment, eight thousand Turkic cavalry came from the side, like a sharp cone, inserted into the Khitan army. After another quarter of an hour, the Shiwei people also arrived.
The battle situation fell into chaos.
Half an hour later, a Khitan soldier rushed to Moro and shouted: "Big boss, the Tang army is coming from the south!" The voice was full of panic.
Moro's heart sank to the bottom.
"Moluo, the army is gone, let's run away!" Brother Xiao Mo hacked a Turk to death and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The Khitan soldiers had been fighting one after another and were already exhausted. Now they were besieged by three families and they could no longer withstand it. If the Tang army also arrived, they would definitely be defeated.
Moro gritted his teeth and looked around, only to see enemies all around him, and said anxiously: "Where else can we escape?"
Brother Xiao Mo was about to reply when suddenly, three Turkic generals charged towards Moruo. Brother Xiao Mo did not hesitate and drove his horse to meet the three men.
Moro looked around and was horrified to find that except Brother Xiao Mo, all the Khitan people around him were moving away from him.
Most of this Khitan army was just put together by Moro. When the battle situation was at an advantage, no problems could be seen.
However, as long as the war situation is unfavorable, they will only care about their own survival. How can there be any loyalty at all?
"ah!"
Brother Xiao Mo screamed, and his only remaining arm was cut off, and was surrounded and chopped by three Khitan men.
Moro roared angrily, and just as he was about to rush to rescue him, a loud laugh suddenly rang out.
Following the sound, he saw a bare-headed Shiwei man running towards him, laughing and saying: "Da Hemoluo, your head belongs to me!"
Ohamaro gritted his teeth and fought with the opponent with his stick. After more than ten rounds, his strength gradually became exhausted. With a bang, the mace was knocked away by the opponent.
A cold light flashed, and Oyamaluo's head was cut off by the opponent. After his head drew an arc, it fell to the ground.
The Shiwei man picked up Moro's head with a spear and pinned it to his waist.
After Moro's death, less than two hours later, the Khitan army collapsed. The Xi and Shiwei people did not surrender and killed all the Khitan people they encountered.
Yaonan Quhuo led more than 2,000 people to surrender to the Tang army, and Yeluli led more than 1,000 people to surrender to the Turks.
In addition, most of the other Khitan people were killed, and only a few lucky ones escaped from the battlefield alive.
The last Khitan army completely disappeared from the grassland.