Things were now extremely funny. The Tibetan heavy cavalry who were still fighting in Tallinn in the west were all dumbfounded.
Here they were still fighting with the security group, and their general came over with the enemy.
Not only that, their general also led the enemy's war horse.
Some Tibetan heavy cavalry stopped fighting and couldn't help but rub their eyes, unable to believe that this was true.
What happened to their general, that he was willing to lead a horse for an officer of the security regiment?
Basang shouted at the Tibetan heavy cavalry to the west: "Dismount and surrender."
Hearing Basang's roar, the Tubo heavy cavalry stopped fighting and looked at Centurion Lunzhu together.
"General, I will not surrender until the villain surrenders." Lunzhu replied loudly while still waving the spear in his hand and stabbing Zhao Xiaodong.
Hearing this, Ma Li couldn't help but glance at Basang to see how he would handle it.
Basang smiled coldly, pointed at the hundreds of Tibetan heavy cavalry lying groaning on the road, and looked at Lunzhu: "Which is more important, your face, or the lives of the warriors."
"General, I know that the lives of the warriors are important, but I am really unwilling to surrender like this." Lunzhu said flatly while continuing to fight Zhao Xiaodong.
Ma Li and Xiong Hu shook their heads and glanced at each other, thinking that this group of Tubo heavy cavalry was indeed unruly.
At this time, Zhao Xiaodong looked at Ma Li inquiringly, and Ma Li nodded.
Basang still wanted to speak, but Zhao Xiaodong was already impatient. While waving his Hu-killing knife, he said coldly to Lunzhu: "Since you want to decide the winner, why are you so long-winded?"
"Go to hell." Lunzhu was furious, and the spear in his hand was as fast as lightning, stabbing towards Zhao Xiaodong.
Zhao Xiaodong stopped talking, and the Hu-killing knife in his hand suddenly became faster.
The spear in Lunzhu's hand was fast and long, making it difficult to guard against.
Zhao Xiaodong did not fight him directly, but let the horse circle around Lunzhu.
Lunzhu saw that Zhao Xiaodong did not dare to fight with him, and a cruel sneer appeared on his face.
He turned the horse gently, and the spear in his hand attacked faster and faster.
The opponent had no firearms and the sword was shorter than his, giving him the upper hand.
He believed that with his weapons he would ultimately win.
Basang and Ma Li stared at each other's every move with their eyes widened.
Suddenly, with a bang, something suddenly fell to the ground.
Many people were startled and wanted to see what fell to the ground.
The Tubo heavy cavalry couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw it.
Seeing this, Basang shook his head and sighed. It turned out that the thing that fell was half a gun head.
The opponent's sword was indeed sharp, and Lunzhu's spear was cut off by the opponent in just one blow.
Now that I think about it, my own spear was cut off in the same way.
Lunzhu was not angry. He threw out half of his spear and took out his sword.
His half spear was pointed directly at the opponent's head, and it was equipped with an extremely sharp copper piece, just to force the opponent to protect himself.
Sure enough, just as Lunzhu guessed, he heard a snap, and Zhao Xiaodong had to use the killing knife in his hand to split the half of the spear.
The opponent's opportunity to protect himself just gave him the time to pull out his sword.
But before he could take out his sword, a Hu-killing knife was already stretched out on his neck.
When Basang saw this, he couldn't help but glance at Ma Li, only to realize that Ma Li had given him many opportunities during the fight just now.
Lunzhu's face turned red. He didn't expect that he would be defeated so easily.
He thought that the fight with Zhao Xiaodong was inseparable, which gave him a feeling that it was possible to defeat the opponent.
Although Lunzhu was in pain, he asked in confusion: "Zhang Zhao, why didn't you use your strength just now?"
"It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people." Zhao Xiaodong looked at these Tubo heavy cavalry with deep meaning in his eyes, shook his head, and sighed, "It's not easy for you heavy cavalry, and I don't want to commit any more crimes."
Lunzhu looked at the Hu-killing knife in Zhao Xiaodong's hand, which was pointing at his neck.
But he was still unconvinced: "You use hand-held crossbows, which are not as laborious as us wielding spears. We are not losing to your force, but to your weapons."
After saying that, he looked extremely jealous at the hand-held crossbow hanging on Zhao Xiaodong's body and the Hu-killing knife in his hand.
"Of course." What disappointed Lunzhu was that he thought Zhao Xiaodong would defend himself, but he didn't expect Zhao Xiaodong to admit, "The security team relies on weapons to fight, and never relies on manpower."
After hearing this, Lunzhu felt better and felt that he had regained some self-esteem in the words of his friend Zhao Xiaodong.
Lunzhu's eyes turned from Zhao Xiaodong's killing of Hu Daobiao to Basang, feeling extremely depressed: "General Basang, this villain has embarrassed you."
"Lunzhu, you are a warrior, but the opponent's weapons are too powerful." Basang shook his head and comforted Lunzhu.
Lunzhu lowered his head with a bitter look on his face.
Basang led Ma Li's war horse to the front of Lunzhu's horse. Ma Li sat on the horse. Ma Li didn't say anything. He looked at how Basang was doing things.
Basang looked up at Lunzhu on the horse, knowing that he was feeling uncomfortable, and he was not feeling the same.
He coughed and said to Lunzhu: "Lunzhu, you are a warrior and worthy of being a hero of Qingtang. But think about it, the little saint is the supervisor of Tubo. If you surrender to the little saint, you are still a warrior of Tubo, and you are still a warrior of Tubo. Tubo is doing business.”
After hearing this, not only Lunzhu fell into deep thought, but also all the Tubo heavy cavalry.
Yes, the little saint is the governor of Tubo. There is no shame in surrendering to him.
When Ma Li heard this, he felt that Basang was very talkative.
In fact, the surrender of the little saint is different from that of other Tubo ministers. No matter how the little saint is a prisoner, he is also a little saint.
However, what Basang said did give the Tibetan heavy cavalry a face, allowing them to surrender willingly rather than reluctantly.
"General Basang, I obey." After hearing this, Lunzhu dropped the sword in his hand.
Zhao Xiaodong saw him throwing down his sword and looked at him with a smile.
Lunzhu came to the front of the horse and raised his sword respectfully with both hands: "General, please accept the surrender of this villain."
After saying that, he looked at Ma Li, still feeling a little uneasy.
After all, they were Tubo heavy cavalry and were out-and-out Tubo people, not Han people.
"We are a family now. When we come to the security team, we will never let you suffer." Ma Li took Lunzhu's sword from Basang and comforted them.
Basang, Lunzhu and others were overjoyed when they heard this.
They were beaten into submission by the security team, but they were afraid that they would not be treated as one of their own.
"Captain Ma, many of my men are seriously injured, what should I do?" Seeing that the matter was finally resolved, Basang couldn't help but worry about those seriously injured men.
Ma Li nodded and waved his hand: "Healthman, all soldiers listen to the order and immediately rescue the Tibetan heavy cavalry. They are now ours."
"No." All the security officers and soldiers agreed one after another.
They took action one after another. The health workers immediately took out the medicine boxes to rescue the wounded, and the ordinary soldiers began to make stretchers.
Basang was still doubtful when he heard Ma Li's words, until he saw several doctors (health workers) in action, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
On the mountain, He Sian and the other ten people had just come out when they encountered about fifty monk soldiers led by Tsomu and Cijie.
When Tsomu saw it, he couldn't help being overjoyed and shouted: "Kill them, kill them."
"Save us, save us." The ten lamas were already in despair, but when they saw Tsomu and the others, they were even more happy and shouted one after another.
Hearing this sound, Aunt Wang screamed in fright, Wang Dalang screamed even more, and the two even started crying.
He Sian and Yi Shuitai comforted them: "Believe in us, we will save you."
"But there are too many of them, what should we do if we have to take people out?" Wang Dalang said while yelling and crying.
Yi Shuitai shouted loudly: "What's the use of having more people? It's not because we were beaten in. Don't shout, don't affect our fight. Sit tight, we are going to fight."
Hearing this, Wang Dalang had to close his mouth, but his face was pale and even trembling a little.
Yi Shuitai naturally felt Wang Dalang's shaking, and he began to feel a little angry, but considering that he was a little slave and a boy, he understood.
He felt that the best thing would be to stop Wang Dalang from trembling, and the best result would be to win the battle.
However, this battle was not like before. Not only did they have prisoners, but they also had two draggers and baggage.
Hearing Aunt Wang's screams and even trembling, He Sian was naturally a little angry.
But thinking that she was now his woman, only fourteen years old, and a slave, and had just been skinned, it was normal for her to scream.
As a man, what's the point of being a man if you can't protect women?
"Mom, did you see me fighting five lamas in the house?" He Sian asked while patting his shoulder lightly.
Aunt Wang felt a little embarrassed when she saw He Sian filming her, so she squirmed to avoid it.
But when he thought about the pain from peeling his back, his face turned red and he said with some embarrassment: "The slave's face was lying on the stool at that time. How could he see the official's movements?"
"Although I didn't see it, I guess I heard the sound." He Sian's voice was filled with high morale as he recalled the situation at that time.
Hearing He Sian's confident voice, Aunt Wang was also infected.
She said with some excitement in her voice: "Guanren is really powerful. The Nu family knows that there are five of them, but they can't beat Guanren. Guanren is so powerful."
After saying this, Aunt Wang was still trembling, and her tone was full of joy.
"Auntie, you're right. Since the officials can defeat the lamas, they can also defeat these monk soldiers." He Sian said, patting Aunt Wang on the shoulder to reassure her.
After He Sian finished speaking, he took out the crossbow from his waist and shouted to the others: "Go down and defeat them."
"Chief, what should we do with these lamas?" Yi Shuitai looked at the ten lamas and asked anxiously.
He Sian thought for a while and quickly came up with the answer: "You have Wang Dalang on your horse, so it is not convenient to participate in the battle. So you stay and take care of these lamas."
"Yes, sir, don't worry. I will take good care of these lamas." Yi Shuitai also wanted to join the battle, but he thought that he had a drag bucket on his back, so he could just stay and take care of these lamas.
Seeing that these lamas were ready to make a move, Yi Shuitai took out the hand-held bed crossbow and pointed at them: "This hand-held bed crossbow in my hand can shoot through the human body. If anyone wants to try it, you might as well give it a try."
"He is only one person, but there are ten of us. How can he take care of us?" Some lamas were frightened, but one by one they looked at Yishui Terrace and said quietly to them.
Hearing the lama's whisper, Yi Shuitai smiled coldly.
He said nothing, pointed at a big tree next to the avenue, and made a puff sound.
When the ten lamas heard the sound, they couldn't help but look towards the big tree. They saw the front half of the crossbow arrow shot into the big tree, leaving only the shaft of the arrow outside.
All the lamas stopped talking and looked at the ground dejectedly, thinking of other ways.
Tap, tap, tap tap. The two sides were seventy or eighty steps apart. He Sian fired while shouting: "Launch."
Puff, puff, the nine people rushed towards the monk soldiers with bed crossbows in their hands.
Their place is a slope, and the security team has the advantage of the location.
While waving the spear in his hand, Tsomu tried his best to block the incoming crossbow arrows, and shouted happily: "There are not many of them, less than ten people. Go up and kill them."
"Commander," Cijie said while waving his spear: "There are houses on both sides of the avenue here. At most six cavalry can come out. The rest of the cavalry can only line up behind and have no effect at all."
"It doesn't matter, they have fewer people and we have more people. As long as we charge forward, they will be finished." Tsomu said after thinking for a moment while waving his spear.
As soon as he finished speaking, a deputy centurion groaned. It turned out that the opponent's crossbow arrow was as fast as lightning, but it was missed by the swinging spear, and an arrow hit the left chest.
But there were houses on both sides. The deputy centurion endured the pain coming from his left chest and continued to swing his spear.
Cijie was on the far left and was overjoyed when he saw a wide alley.
While waving his spear, he said to Tsomu: "Commander, there is an alley here that can accommodate four cavalry. It happens that you can attack up the hillside from another position, and the villain can attack quietly from the side."
"Well, you take half of the troops and attack quietly from the alley, catching the security group by surprise." Tsomu actually had no better way. They were already at the bottom of the hillside, facing the crossbows of the security group, which seemed very difficult. Very passive, why wouldn't I be overjoyed when I heard that there was another trail?
The monk soldiers were hit by horse power, and they were originally only about forty, but Tsomu found some wounded and defeated soldiers, and the total number was about sixty.
Cijie shouted to the three chiefs: "Jiangba, Cidan, and Zhaji, lead your men and follow me to attack from the trail."
"No." The three chiefs agreed, immediately greeted their subordinates, and quietly followed Cijie to the path on the left.
Wan Hongzhuang was shocked when he saw the movement below.
While firing his hand-held crossbow, he said to He Sian: "Sir, they found that trail, what should they do?"
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