I don’t know how many times the shocking war drums were beaten, and a new offensive began.

Abu Muslim still had a victory smile on his face.

Everything is within your own calculations. The hillsides you occupy seem insignificant, but as long as you set up a camp, the strategic value will suddenly appear.

In order to regain this mountain, the Tang army would launch attacks again and again regardless of casualties.

The art of war says: one move will bring down again and again, and then it will lose three times.

Although Abu Muslim was a Westerner, he knew the arts and strategies of the East and came freely.

He firmly believed that as long as he survived the most powerful times before, when Tang Jun was exhausted and could not fight, he would be the key to locking in the battle.

This opportunity is coming soon.

Half an hour passed...

Abu Muslim relaxed his stiff face and continued to smile.

Wait a little longer...

Half an hour later, Abu Muslim rubbed his cheeks and smiled again to encourage the soldiers and give them enough confidence.

Wait a little longer...

But at the same time, there was a thought in my heart. I heard that I had been strong and tough for a long time, and that my soldiers under my command were not afraid of death. When I saw him today, I was indeed well-known.

Half an hour passed again!

The smile on Abu Muslim's face gradually faded...

I can't wait any longer!

Abu Muslim was a little confused and had only one thought in his mind: How could this happen?

His tactics are correct, and his playing style is also correct. Victory is clearly in his hand: but the Tang army in front of him is like crazy, rushing forward desperately, without knowing what fear is. Although he set up many ambush and traps, no means can stop the opponent's strong offensive step by step, whether it is a trap ambush, frontal fight, or a barrier, or any means cannot stop the opponent's strong offensive step by step.

He suddenly realized that it was not the enemies who could not hold on to it, but themselves.

The Tang army under the hillside had no tactics at all, but had only impacts again and again. Although the moves were extremely simple, they were really hard to resist. They were like waves one after another, and they were stubborn stones on the river bank. The stubborn stones were sharp and could not withstand the erosion again and again. The Tang army actually forced the victory away bit by bit.

He suddenly thought, if you continue to persevere like this, how long can they last?

"withdraw!"

Abu Muslim decisively and with a little aggrieved, he issued the order to retreat: Even now, he had not figured out why he was defeated.

Now they still have the advantage in combat losses, and even the Tang army's combat losses are more than twice theirs. But if this continues, once the Tang army rushes to the top of the mountain, the situation will reverse, and then the advantage in combat losses will no longer exist.

Abu Muslim was unwilling to accept it, but facing the Tang army who had already fought crazy and Pugu Huai'en's determination to die, no matter how skilled the tactics were, they were useless at this moment.

Pu Gu was dizzy and couldn't remember how many people he killed. He still vaguely remembered that he had cut five or six battle knives.

The war horse that he had followed him for many years was already exhausted. The colt he sat down now was the second one he snatched from the enemy.

His whole body was covered in blood. He shouted loudly and rushed forward, catching up with a fleeing Arab soldier, and stabbed the man off the horse with a knife in the back of his head. He didn't care about counting his head and turned his head to kill the next target.

The excited victorious drum kept beating in his heart. Pugu could no longer feel his body, but he just instinctively rushed forward.

Suddenly the drums stopped, and instead they were ordered to retreat.

Pugu relaxed his spirit and rolled down from the horse's back and fell directly to the ground, with a single finger moving.

The rushing sound of horse hooves came, and Pugu tried hard to raise his head, and his father was galloping from the side.

The father and son had a silent communication.

Pugu grinned and felt relieved that he fell asleep on this hill stained with blood.

Pugu Huai'en rushed forward quickly under the flag, and he did not stop at all.

The advantage now is exchanged for the Tang army soldiers with their lives. Pu Gu Huaien was unwilling to waste a second of time, wasting this hard-earned victory, leaving behind soldiers who needed rest and rushed to the forefront in person.

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Front Central Army!

The Arabs were mainly attacking the Pugu Huai'en tribe and Cui Xiyi tribe, and they had long been able to explore the horses. Moreover, with Pei's military strategy, even if they could not get news in advance, they could still see the reason.

The attention to these two armies is naturally very dedicated...

When he learned that Pugu Huain was in a deadlock, Abu Muslim took the strategic initiative and had already sent troops to support him.

This dispatch of troops from the Central Army to support will inevitably affect the strength of the Central Army, but the place where Pugu Huai'en is located is the lifeline of the Tang army's water source and cannot be rescued.

Pei also expected that Pugu Huaien would actually save the defeat and defeat Abu Muslim, a famous Arab general who defeated Gao Xianzhi in history.

But when Pei heard Pu Gu Huai'en's victory, he was also shocked and couldn't help but exclaim: "How might it be!"

He looked at his wings with some excitement. As he expected, the wings should have different advantages and disadvantages.

The news on the flanks did not make Pei wait for too long.

"Supervisor Pei! Governor Cui, he couldn't support him anymore. The Li army envoy and the Zhe army envoy were all in a tough battle."

Another rider rushed over and conveyed a bad news.

Pei seemed to be not surprised when he heard this, but just nodded silently.

The Eighth Route Army he arranged was Cui Xiyi, who was on the flank side, which was a shortcoming.

Cui Xiyi's ability was not bad. In the past, the emperor was far away from the sky and horse thieves were rampant. However, the area under Cui Xiyi's jurisdiction was safe and sound. He was a scholar who personally studied military strategies and trained soldiers to actively wipe out the horse thieves incoming the country and defended the peace of the country. Later, Pei was highly valued and guarded the Xizhou. He was conscientiously responsible for defending the defender's portal into the Western Regions, making great contributions.

However, Cui Xiyi has more than enough defense and insufficient attack. There is naturally no problem with ordinary enemies.

This time he faced Mosremasa's strongest minion, the blue devil Brabant.

Brabant is a man who is ruthless and decisive in his military use, and his grasp of the fighter is as sharp as a wolves. He does not have a particularly good tactical approach, and the attacking method and line depends entirely on his own intuitive instinct, so he is floating and has no trace to find. But this kind of random fight can achieve miraculous results. Cui Xiyi is a little bit conservative, and facing Brabant is almost equivalent to meeting his nemesis.

In fact, it is not just Brabant, but none of the five generals under Mosremasa can handle it.

It was obvious that he had lost, but there was nothing unusual here. He looked at the sky again and continued to command the soldiers to confront Mosremasa.
Chapter completed!