In the vast Gobi Desert, a routed army of more than a thousand was galloping on horseback. Behind them, a group of four hundred was unhurriedly pursuing.
This routed army was the remnants of the Tubo army led by Lun Trinling. He had worked hard to gather the routed soldiers, and in the end, he only had a thousand men. The other four thousand Tubo warriors had either died on the battlefield or scattered in the Gobi Desert. But if they were separated in the Gobi Desert, they would die.
Lun Trinling could not help but feel distressed when he thought of how he had arrived in high spirits and then looked back at his own routed army. He had led five thousand cavalry back then, but when he returned, he only had a thousand routed soldiers left. His subordinate, Centurion Mo Chi, had even died in battle.
But this was not the most despairing thing. What truly made them despair was that Mo Jiazi had personally led four hundred Tang Army soldiers in pursuit. Moreover, he was pursuing them at a leisurely pace, not allowing Lun Trinling the slightest moment to relax. Like a hunter pursuing an injured prey, Lun Trinling felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
"Kill them!"
With a roar, Lun Trinling ordered the thousand-some Tubo soldiers to charge at Mo Jiazi's Tang Army. But Mo Jiazi did not hesitate to turn around and gallop away. At the same time, he relied on his long-range steel ballistae to shoot down one Tubo soldier after another.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The hot weather quickly brought the chase to a halt. In the scorching heat of the Gobi Desert, it was impossible to engage in a large-scale battle for a long time. Otherwise, the first to die of exhaustion would be the warhorse.
Sweat beaded on Lun Trinling's forehead. He gulped down several mouthfuls of water to quench his thirst. Seeing the thirst in his warhorse's eyes, he lowered his head and poured out the water sack in his hand.
Almost everyone on the battlefield was doing the same thing, including the Tang Army in the distance.
"Damned Mo Jiazi!" Lun Trinling roared. Now, he finally understood what his father meant when he said that no matter how much he valued Mo Jiazi, it wouldn't be too much. Mo Jiazi possessed the powerful gunpowder, the crystallization of the Mo Family's thousand years of wisdom, and coupled with his wisdom, calmness, and determination, he was indeed an extremely difficult enemy to deal with.
"Young master, don't panic. The Tuyuhun tribe is loyal to our Tubo. Once we reach Qemo, it will be the end of Mo Jiazi." Zha Mu said with a sinister expression. His face had been severely burned by the Yelling Wolf, and he had no choice but to retreat. However, who would have thought that he would miraculously escape from that huge explosion.
"Qemo!" Lun Trinling's heart skipped a beat. Qemo was an escape route that Lu Dongzan had arranged for him. However, when he saw the Tang Army appear again, he could not help but feel his heart turn cold. Mo Jiazi was like a maggot in his bones, following him closely. Once the sun set, the desert weather would quickly cool down, and that would be the time for Mo Jiazi to attack. Not to mention whether Qemo would turn around and attack Tubo after seeing his defeat, Lun Trinling's thousand-man army would probably not be able to last until they reached Qemo.
"Mo Jiazi will not let us reach Qemo so easily," Lun Trinling said, shaking his head.
Zha Mu gritted his teeth and said, "Rest assured, young master. This lowly one will personally bring up the rear and ensure young master's safety."
Looking at the unhealed Zha Mu, Lun Trinling could not help but bitterly say, "Even if I can escape safely, I'm afraid that these thousand-man army will be buried in this desert. Not to mention that this mission has not been completed. How can I face my father?"
"Young master, the Han people have a saying: where there is life, there is hope. This battle was just us falling for Mo Jiazi's trick. Next time, we will definitely cut down Mo Jiazi," Zha Mu said.
Lun Trinling shook his head. He understood that Tubo's failure this time would definitely arouse the vigilance of the Tang Dynasty. He was afraid that he would not have another chance to attack Mo Jiazi. Once Mo Jiazi returned to the Tang Dynasty and cracked the secret of Tubo's altitude sickness, Tubo would face the most bitter revenge of the Tang Dynasty.
"No, I haven't failed yet. I still have a chance." A hint of madness suddenly appeared on Lun Trinling's face. His gaze shifted from the green fields in the east to the vast expanse of yellow sand in the west.
The position of Tubo's remaining army was extremely special. If they went east, they would reach Qemo, where there was a lush grassland. But if they went east, they would face the vast Eight Hundred Li Sea. Once they entered, death was certain.
No one had expected Lun Trinling to be so crazy as to take the risk of entering the Eight Hundred Li Sea.
"Young master, please reconsider! That is the Eight Hundred Li Sea where death is certain! "Zha Mu was alarmed and hurriedly advised.
Lun Trinling said resolutely, "Even if we reach Qemo, with Mo Jiazi chasing after us, we will most likely die. Why don't we take advantage of the Eight Hundred Li Sea and bury Mo Jiazi in the sand? That way, we will have fulfilled our father's request. "
Lun Trinling knew that Mo Jiazi would not let him go in pursuit. He wanted to take advantage of Mo Jiazi's desire for revenge and lure him into the Eight Hundred Li Sea, where he would drag Mo Jiazi to his death and eliminate any future problems for Tubo.
"Young master, you must not take the risk. Why don't this lowly one take your place and lure Mo Jiazi into the Eight Hundred Li Sea, while you split up and quietly head for Qemo?" Zha Mu loyally suggested.
"It's useless. We only have a thousand men left. Once we split up, Mo Jiazi will definitely chase after the group heading for Qemo first and then into the Eight Hundred Li Sea. That will only increase our casualties." Lun Trinling knew that the remnants of Tubo could still fight against the Firearms Supervisor if they did not split up. Once they split up, the Firearms Supervisor would pick them off one by one. Moreover, the Tang dynasty was too powerful and Tuyuhun was no longer reliable. The risk of a small force fleeing for Qemo was even greater.
"Moreover, if Mo Jiazi was me, I would definitely take the risk. Only if this young master puts himself in danger will the Mohists fall for it. This time, the Mohists must die, "Lun Trinling said coldly as he looked at the firearms control room in the distance.
As long as the Mohists entered the Eight Hundred Li Immensity Sea, Lun Trinling believed that he could use their understanding of the desert oasis to drag the Firearms Supervisor to death in the Eight Hundred Li Immensity Sea. At the very least, he could take the Mohists down with him.
"Hiya!"
With Lun Trinling's order, more than a thousand Tubo soldiers turned their horses around and headed for the Eight Hundred Li Sea.
"Young Master, the remnants of Tubo's army have entered the Eight Hundred Li Sea!" Zhang Mu saw the movements of the remnants of Tubo's army and hurriedly reported. He was a non-combatant and was not injured. Now that Meton was going to chase after the remnants of Tubo's army, he had to follow him no matter what.
Seeing this, Meton sneered and said, "It's not like I haven't traveled the Eight Hundred Li Sea. Lun Trinling's move is exactly what I want."
Chasing the remnants of Tubo's army into the Eight Hundred Li Sea was exactly what Meton wanted. This time, he was going to take advantage of the Eight Hundred Li Sea to make sure that Tubo would never return.
For a while, the two teams, both with different intentions, stepped into the vast desert at the same time.
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