A group of cavalrymen rushed forward desperately. They knew they were about to be attacked by the enemy. Whoever could get out would be the one to report.
In the chaos, the people who stayed behind looked around but didn't find anything.
The Tang dynasty slaves' eyes that had just lit up became dim again. How could that be? We were about to run.
The general was also a bit confused. No one? No one? Where did my scouts go? Did they get lost?
He looked at the messenger team that had turned into a black spot and suddenly felt something was wrong.
The general led his men and rushed forward, each riding two horses.
They were always ready to face the enemy's attack. Each of them was vigilantly looking at the places where the enemy might appear.
After running for a quarter of an hour, there was no one. They also didn't see any traces of the scouts who should have been in front of them.
Just as they were wondering, the horses in front suddenly screamed and fell into the pit.
There was a pit under the grass on the ground, and there were only some ropes supporting the grass above.
The pit was not deep, only a foot. When the horses suddenly stepped on air, the situation changed.
When the horses somersaulted, the people followed. The cavalrymen behind them who were close directly crashed into them, and the ones further away slowed down and pulled the reins.
"Turn around, go around." The general didn't know how many more pits there were ahead, so he had to turn around.
A group of horses turned around.
Boom! A loud sound was heard, and a lot of soil was lifted up from the ground under their feet.
The horses that had just stabilized went crazy and ran around. The Tubo cavalrymen's ears were buzzing. The people who were close to the explosives were directly knocked down by the blast and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
At this time, the dense sound of horse hooves came. A group of cavalrymen suddenly appeared not too far away.
There was still grass falling down from the cavalrymen's bodies, and there was a grass hoop on their heads.
Grass also fell down from the horses' bodies. Obviously, the horses were covered by grass when they were lying on the ground.
There were cavalrymen in front, left, and right.
"Run back." The general only had one choice.
The cavalrymen tried hard to control their horses. Some of them couldn't, and the horses led them to charge at the enemy.
Some of them just managed to control their horses and ran back dozens of steps.
Boom! Another bag of explosives exploded.
The cavalrymen of the Tang dynasty were getting closer and closer. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A rain of arrows fell.
"Charge! Charge!" The general shouted. He knew what it meant when the cavalrymen lost their speed.
In panic, the remaining 30 cavalrymen urged their horses to run back.
"Boom!" The third pack of explosives exploded.
The horse couldn't take it anymore. It kicked back in all kinds of ways and even bit the horse next to it.
The grass about ten steps behind the pit was lifted up, and a group of people stood up with crossbows in their hands.
They first shot the people in the pit and then chased after the Tubo team leader. The team leader had already fallen.
Once they were within range, a rain of arrows was fired, and a large group of Cavalrymen also rushed to their positions.
In less than half an hour, all 150 of them had lost their lives, leaving no one alive.
"Dig out the rest of the explosives." Zhang Xiaosong smiled when he saw his subordinates gathering the horses that were still alive.
The others dug the bags of explosives according to their positions, and the person behind the pit was responsible for igniting them. They didn't just bury three, they buried the whole area.
They didn't have enough explosives, so they piled a lot of grenades together and buried them.
He didn't expect that they would only use three. The enemy's formation was too tight. They were probably afraid of being obstructed and wanted to use a dense charge to pierce through the obstructing team.
Zhang Xiaosong's team was cleaning up the battlefield. On the other side, Tubo Baggage's team vaguely heard something.
The team that was sent out to report had been ambushed outside their field of vision. The explosives didn't explode in the air, so the sound of the explosion was limited.
The general was in a dilemma. Should he move forward or continue to wait? Where was the enemy? Why didn't they come over?
Did the team he sent out encounter any obstructions? What if they didn't succeed?
A series of questions appeared in his mind. The captives didn't dare to make a sound. They stood there with their heads lowered.
They also noticed that four teams of scouts were gone, and one team of 20 people was left.
There were originally 1,000 cavalrymen, but now there were only 770 left. Everyone was panicking.
There were definitely enemies, but they didn't know the number of enemies. A team of 20 scouts didn't send back any information. How many people did the enemy need to encircle and annihilate them?
As time passed, the pressure on Tubo's cavalrymen increased.
It would be dark soon, and everyone needed to rest and eat.
What should they do if the enemy attacked at this time? What if they attacked at night?
"Eat now. Eat in batches," the general ordered.
The so-called eating meant eating cooked highland barley rice and dried meat. Drinking water was enough.
The slaves didn't dare to eat, but the soldiers took turns to eat. They had to be on guard. If there was a battle, they had to fight.
"They're eating." On a platform set up next to them, a lookout reported the situation in time.
"Send scouts to harass them. From the left, right, and back. Each team has 50 people. The other teams are scattered. Get ready to support and surround them."
Zhang Xiaosong looked at the 35 horses that were put in the pit and ordered casually.
In fact, he could take care of those people in one fell swoop. The cavalrymen charged and shot arrows with inertia. The enemy could only endure the rain of arrows. After all, they were few in number.
Zhang Xiaosong saw that there were people from the Tang dynasty in the team who were captured. If he shot arrows like that, his own people were more likely to die.
In the past, he wouldn't care. In order to win, he could sacrifice some people from the Tang dynasty.
But now, he didn't want Li Yi to provide things to Songzhou. If Songzhou won the battle, Li Yi would rather suffer some losses and exchange the people of the Tang dynasty with Tubo.
Since Li Yi cared about the people, he would help Li Yi save a group of people if he had enough confidence.
He deliberately sent teams to harass the enemy in three directions. There was no one in front of the enemy.
The purpose was to let the Tibetan Army think that the people they sent out had broken through the blockade, and then the Tang army on that side would chase after them.
This was a hope. If they succeeded and he could hold on until the main force came back to help, he might be able to survive.
If there were scouts in all four directions, it meant that the first team had been wiped out. Needless to say, they would kill the slaves of the Tang dynasty first and then fight with their lives.
The team began to move. The people who dealt with the dead horses also sped up.
Thirty-five horses were cleaned up by a thousand people. After peeling the skins, each person gave a piece of meat and began to cut it. The meat was cut thinner but longer so that it was easier to knead salt and air-dry.
They couldn't smoke it. The smoke was too strong. Everyone ate cold food.
Now, the cold food of the Tang dynasty soldiers was better than that of Tubo. In the past, the soldiers of the Tang dynasty didn't have much jerky. They basically fried rice, fried noodles, and dry biscuits with vinegar cloth.
Now, they didn't have to put in anything but meat floss and compressed biscuits.
There were green onions, carrots, and other things in the compressed biscuits, which tasted better than rice.
The teams that went out were arranged. Fifty riders in one group rushed to Tubo's logistics team.
They rushed and shouted, "Yoo-hoo ~ ~ Yoo-hoo ~ ~"
The Tubo people who didn't eat immediately got on their horses and began to run around the team, ready to speed up at any time.
The people who were eating also stopped. They drank water and got on their horses, waiting for orders.
There were scouts in all three directions. As they got closer, there were fifty people in one group. There was no need to count them.
"Impossible. It's impossible that twenty people can't come back with fifty people." The general instantly judged that the people of the Tang dynasty were plotting something.
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