Wei Gao was under the banner, riding Yuesheng Cong, wearing a Zhuzao sword, Xichuan general Cao Liangjin was on the left, and surrendered to the group of herders Ma Dingde was on the right, pointing at the Xifan front army that was running and rushing under it, "It's not too late. This battle is still Yisong's Dingwu, and the two armies of Yining were the first to be the best!"

It turned out that Ma Dingde offered advice to Wei Gao, gathering the most elite 8,000 cavalry among the Fengyi Army, decisively staying in Qingyuan under Wuyou City, calming down the two secondary teams, and directly along the sidewalk from Pengpo Mountain to Baiyayi, detoured to Pengpo Ya Mountain to attack sideways, and cooperated with the Checheng in front of Gaoyue to defeat the Xifan front army.

"Spray the gun and tell Gao Yisong that this commander is here too." Wei Gao raised his hand high.

Two rows of Xichuan gunmen raised the divine thunder gun and suddenly shot towards the sky, shaking the sound of the cape of Pengpo Mountain behind it. The snow river on it suddenly collapsed, making a sound of a mountain collapse and a tsunami that rolled down unstoppably.

The sound of the gun not only made Gao Yue hear it.

Cai Bang Mangcuo and monk Qi Xin'er also heard it.

Their faces were pale, and then several birds ran towards them in a mess.

"How is the war?"

"The Tang soldiers broke through the middle lane guarded by the Dafan warriors, and their wings began to retreat."

Cai Bang Mangcuo's lips trembled twice, and then the monk Qi Xin'er exchanged his eyes and said to Jie'er beside him, the enemy's defense envoy, "Zanpu entrusted me with more than 100,000 men, but the front army was not effective in fighting and failed in front of the Tang army. What I need to do now is to bring the other Ruben back to the plateau intact."

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

What this means is to sit back and watch the front army tens of thousands, but not defeated in the way of Pingrong?

But then Cai Bang Mangcuo stepped onto the horse and ordered: "Following the three Dongdai of Xiangxiong Ruben, Shang Qixin'er led Qinghai and the rest of the host troops to retreat to Shanzhou. The other Ruben followed Benthem to retreat along the Lengmo River, burning the Thirteen Bridges to guard against the Tang soldiers' pursuit."

Before he could finish his words, a terrifying loud noise came from the high cliffs of Pingrong’s ancient city. They all looked up:

The front gun formation of the Tang army and the Fengyi army attacked sideways were forced to the cliff on the border between the ancient city and the Lengmochuan. Countless people were desperate, and terrible pushes and congestion occurred. Finally, the roars and wild shouts of horses were mixed together. The herd of horses with upright legs, the mane on the horse's back, and the back covered with snow foam were all over the cliff, and then they carried them on their backs like storms. The master, his butt slid down against the extremely steep cliff, fell, and some people hit the rocks and bounced up. The horses behind him flew down, stepped on their bodies, and collided with each other. The pieces of flesh and weapons rolled, covering the entire cliff, and then fell down, smashing out the blood mist that soared into the sky. The cliff had now turned into the bloody mouths of Moro and Yasha, and grinned, devouring the lives of countless Western Fan warriors.

"It's over, it's over, but my Cai Bang family can't..." Thinking of this, Cai Bang shook off the whip hard, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and galloped westward.

Following him were Wei Ru, Ye Ru and Yoru, three Ruben's soldiers and horses all over the mountains. They were completely disorganized and threw down the dome, weapons and armor, only knowing that they would retreat along the Lingmo River and follow the Nei Dalun.

Shang Qixin'er took Lunhoubo and left more than a thousand Qinghai troops, took the host troops she brought, and rushed northward toward Shanzhou.

At the Pingrong Road, Gao Yue rode his horse and slowly passed through the battlefield where the bloody battle ended. It was dusk. On the line where the two armies faced each other, there were the most corpses and the worst situation.

When the Tang army's car gunmen saw Ji Gong and his big snow, they stood in the snow and cheered loudly.

A young Dingwu Army grenader leaning on the pile of corpses was still dying. In the dusk, he struggled to raise his bloody face and stretched out his hand to Gao Yue with trembling. Gao Yue hurriedly jumped off the horse's back. Regardless of the obstruction of Yuhou and the guards, he walked up to him and knelt down, and put his hands on his back.

"Please don't forget to send my mother to the camp's autumn and winter clothes and send them back... It's getting smaller, and I'll wear them for my brothers and sisters..." The grenade gasped and asked.

Gao Yue nodded with tears in his eyes.

He knew that the young child was not married yet, and he wanted to lie in his mother's arms before he died, but he was so strong that he only mentioned his mother in his words in front of him.

"Don't cry, before Ji Gong comes, my father and brother are also in the army... When Fanzi came to invade, they both fought in Jingzhou. After they died, they were not sympathetic. They were not afraid of jokes about Ji Gong. At that time, they had to rely on their mother and sisters to wear heavy makeup and lean on the military gate to make laughs, which made me and my younger brothers and sisters grow up... But after Ji Gong comes, it's different... I'm willing to die for Ji Gong, and when my younger brothers grow up, my younger brothers will follow the Dingwu Army. They can be saddled with Ji Gong, without hatred..."

After saying this, the grenade tilted his head and quietly took his last breath in Gao Yue's arms.

Gao Yue hugged the young soldier's body, and his heart was filled with tragedy.

But on the entire battlefield, the Fengyi army, Dingwu army, and Yining army who had successfully joined forces had already begun a carnival. In the ancient city of Pingrong, they not only captured tens of thousands of Western Fanyu who were unwilling to be buried with them, but also captured tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, as well as a large number of barley noodles.

Xingyuan, a row of guards, hit the dead man, then knelt in front of Gao Yue's horse, holding a bloody head in his hand. One was from Xifan Qinghai, the other was from Zanpu Sima Guan Lun Nopengsong, and the rest were from many of the Xifan enemy defense envoys and city defense envoys who fought to protect them, all of whom were first-class warriors.

On the place where the Fate Bo and Nopengsong died in battle, they were on the edge of the cliff of Pingrong Road. They should have been ashamed of escaping or jumping into the cliff, so they turned back to back and died in bloody battles.

"No need to see it, nor do you have to offer it to the Chang'an city. They are both loyal and brave enemies. Find the body and splice it with their heads. Just find a mountain in Pingrong and bury it according to the customs of Xifan. The house beside the tomb is painted with white tigers, write down their official titles and positions, and raise flags to commend them." Gao Yue tied the reins and ordered this.

Then, Gao Yue and Wei Gao met by the cliff. The Fengyi Army had a small victory. The heads of two traitors Tang Lizhi and Deng Youxian were killed. They immediately came here. Looking down, they saw that the cliff was covered with the corpses and fragments of the people who fell from the cliffs of Xifan, like a river with colorful blood. Further away, there was the river bend of the Lengmochuan River, passing down the cliff, and the water was filled with the corpses of the foreign soldiers, drifting wildly.

The plains of the river were left behind the hall, Xiangxiong Ruben, who was left behind, held a golden big roc battle flag. They were frightened and helpless, because the Thirteen Bridges on the Lengmo River were lit at this moment, and the fire was particularly eye-catching in the twilight. Xiangxiong Ruben's three Dongdai had nowhere to retreat.

Sure enough, the next day, the Tang army dragged the bronze cannon to the cliff with a cattle and horse, and after firing several cannons at the bottom, Xiang Xiongru Ben cried and shook the sky, and four or five thousand people could only surrender to the Tang family.

Then Gao Yue picked up his pen and took a poem on the remains of the ancient city:

The shadow of Yaotai is chaotic,

Weapons are easy to expel snow,

After the battle, the Jade Dragon was three million,
Chapter completed!