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Chapter 457 Iron Blood Battlefield

Boom, boom, boom!

The dull war drums resounded throughout the mountains and in the hearts of the soldiers.

"rush!"

Lieutenant General Tiehuying drew his sword and rushed to the front.

Chen Fengzhi led his personal guards to press the formation from behind.

On the mountain, the Tibetan army also swooped down like a tide.

Chen Rui is a corps commander in Tiehu Camp and a Dakang soldier who rushes to the front.

His father was once a veteran of Tiehu Camp, so Chen Rui practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his skills were much better than those of ordinary soldiers.

He held a sword in his right hand and fought with his opponent. He took out a dagger in his left hand and stabbed his opponent in the neck.

But before he could pull out the dagger, another enemy rushed out from behind the soldier, kicked him on the shoulder.

Chen Rui was kicked and would have rolled down the hillside if his companions behind him hadn't caught him in time.

When I got up again, the army behind me had already arrived. I didn't have time to check if I was injured, so I was swept forward by the crowd and ran forward.

They are enemies of life and death, and the battle has been intense from the beginning!

The teams on both sides were like two torrents, surging and colliding together, splashing out waves.

Every wave is made of blood!

In just the moment of the collision, the number of casualties on both sides exceeded one hundred.

Blood trickled down the hillside, and many Dakang soldiers slipped and fell.

But more people bypassed them and continued rushing up the hillside.



A few hundred feet away, Da Zhuang and Monkey were lying side by side behind a big rock, watching the battle below.

Behind them were hundreds of male and female escorts.

The male escorts all wore black plate armor.

The female escorts also wore soft armor made of iron wire.

Wei Datong discovered that Jin Feng and Ninth Princess went out one day and returned five boats short of them, which sent them downstream.

Led by a local guide, a group of people walked in the mountains for several days and suffered a lot before finally reaching a small ravine behind Mao'er Mountain.

Afraid of being discovered by the Tubo scouts, Da Zhuang sent a message to Jin Feng before he arrived.

They didn't dare to approach Mao'er Mountain until Sanji sent people to leave.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. The Tubo people's attention was attracted by Jinma He and Meng Tianhai, and no one paid any attention to them.

"Dazhuang, they are fighting, should we take action?" Monkey asked while rubbing his hands.

"Why are you so anxious? Our mission is to behead people, not to help Meng Tianhai seize Yazui Ridge."

Da Zhuang said: "Her Royal Highness the Princess explained that if the Tibetan people do not exceed three thousand, we do not need to help break out.

Now there are only 2,000 Tibetan people left, and Meng Tianhai has more than 6,000 men. If he still can't defeat him, His Highness said he would be allowed to die on Mao'er Mountain."

"Oh, when will we behead him?" the monkey asked again.

"Wait until the sun goes down." Da Zhuang replied.



On the mountainside of Yazuiling, the battle continues.

There is no clear dividing line between the two warring parties, and they are fighting together. I am among you, and you are among me.

Bodies and wounded people continued to roll down the hillside.

There were Dakang soldiers and Tubo soldiers.

Generally speaking, the corpses of Dakang soldiers were far more than those of Tubo soldiers.

Chen Rui drew out his sword, wiped the blood from his face, and gasped for air while covering his left arm.

He no longer remembers how many enemies he killed, because sometimes he only fought with the opponent once or twice and then separated.

He was also stabbed twice by the enemy. If it weren't for the inner armor left behind by his father, he might be dead now.

The dagger was lost somewhere, and the sword was curled up.

The ground beneath his feet was soaked in blood and was muddy enough to cover his ankles.

His best friend was lying in the mud not far away, with half of his right arm missing. He didn't know when he died.

Before he had time to look further, another Tibetan soldier rushed toward him.

Chen Rui had no time to grieve for his friend's death, so he picked up his friend's sword and continued to face the enemy.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer Dakang soldiers around Chen Rui, and more and more Tubo soldiers.

Chen Rui had to retreat.

When the battle lasted for more than thirty minutes, the initial anger in the hearts of many Iron Tiger Camp soldiers had slowly dissipated.

However, the Tibetan soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time became more and more courageous as they fought. They also took advantage of the condescending terrain, and the battlefield situation changed little by little.

If you look down from the air, the entire front is moving downwards.

Gradually, one of the soldiers from Tiehu Camp finally saw three Tibetans coming towards him at the same time, and he could no longer hold them back.

Turn around and rush down the mountain.

But when I reached the halfway point of the hillside, I met Chen Fengzhi.

"coward!"

Chen Fengzhi shouted coldly, pulled out his long knife and stabbed it into the soldier's heart.

Then he reached out and pulled off the soldier's tooth tag and threw it to the bodyguard: "Take his tooth tag. When he goes back, all his family members will be held accountable!"

"Yes!" The guard put the tooth tag into a bag.

When the surrounding soldiers saw this, they all shrank their necks and continued to rush forward.

Tiehuying is the most powerful elite under Qingxinyao, and the soldiers led by Sanji are also the elite under Danzhu.

The biggest difference between the two sides is that the Tubo side are all veterans, while the vast majority of Tiehufing are new recruits.

Veterans can endure all kinds of discomfort on the battlefield. Even if their intestines come out, they can stuff them back and continue fighting.

But recruits can't do it.

The combat experience and fighting will of both sides are not at the same level.

At the beginning, Tiehuying could still fight for a while with the anger accumulated over many days, but by now, the anger has been almost exhausted.

Seeing the broken limbs on the ground and the bloody mud up to their ankles, more and more soldiers from the Iron Tiger Camp began to get scared.

Once you start to get scared, your hand movements will slow down unconsciously.

There are more and more soldiers who are passive and lazy in fighting, and the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for Tiehu Camp.

Not many people can face death directly. Even if many soldiers know that there is a supervising team led by Chen Fengzhi personally behind them, and they know that deserting will harm their families, they will still be afraid when facing death.

There are more and more deserters.

Chen Fengzhi can kill one or two, but he cannot kill everyone.

The balance of victory quickly tilted towards Tibet.

Sanji, who was watching the battle from the top of the mountain, had his lips curling up more and more.

Just when the Tiehu camp was about to collapse at any time, on the south side of Yazui Ridge, two teams lined up with arrows and rushed out of the forest.

The male soldiers rushing outside were all wearing black armor and holding long black knives in their hands.

Behind the male soldiers is a female soldier holding a crossbow.

Among the female soldiers were two small catapults.

"Da Zhuang, let's see who among us can kill Sanji first and chop down his flag!"

The monkey laughed loudly and led the team up the mountain from the left.

"Compete!"

Da Zhuang also laughed and led the team up the mountain from the right!

The two teams were like two arrows, rushing towards Sangji on the top of the mountain!

Sanji glanced down the mountain and asked, "Where did these two teams come from?"

"I don't know either," the deputy general shook his head: "It's just a few hundred people. I just need to send people to kill them."

The deputy general stretched out his hand to summon a centurion and said casually: "Ada, go to the reserve camp and draw three hundred people over and kill them!"


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