When the Tibetan general Baima discovered that there were enemy troops blocking his way ahead, he was first surprised, then overjoyed.
The surprise stemmed from the fact that the Han army that had come to Chang'an's aid must have been fully prepared, using small groups of cavalry as bait to lure the Tibetan cavalry into an encirclement north of Xiangji Temple.
Furthermore, the fact that they have gathered a large force here to ambush the Tibetan cavalry clearly indicates that they are aiming to annihilate them in one battle!
The great joy was that the Han army commander was an incompetent fool who didn't understand the art of leading troops and fighting battles, and actually tried to use infantry to block the cavalry's charge.
In the eyes of Baima and the other Tibetan generals, such a foolish act was undoubtedly a suicide mission.
snort!
Baima snorted coldly and said, "I may not be able to defeat your Han cavalry, but I can defeat your infantry? You think you can stop the advance of my Tibetan cavalry with mere armored infantry? You're dreaming!"
Baima roared, "Pass down the order: break through the Han infantry's formation and charge!"
Then, Baima took the lead, urging his warhorse to charge towards the Xuanjia Army's Mo Dao squad.
The other Tibetan generals also spurred their horses and followed closely behind, brandishing their swords as they charged towards the Mo Dao (陌刀) team.
Thump thump thump!
Thump thump thump!
In an instant, the sound of horses' hooves, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, struck again.
As the two sides drew closer, the entire land north of Xiangji Temple trembled under the trampling hooves of tens of thousands of warhorses.
It was as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to crack.
If it were an ordinary infantryman facing a charge of tens of thousands of enemy cavalry, he would probably have wet his pants in fear, let alone form a battle formation to meet the enemy and fight against the cavalry tide with his own flesh and blood.
Therefore, this is what made the Tibetan general Baima so happy.
Unfortunately, Baima and his 50,000 Tibetan cavalry were very unlucky, as they encountered the renowned Xuanjia Modao team, a heavily armored infantry unit that was born to counter cavalry.
Among these 30,000 Xuanjia Modao troops, the 10,000 at the very front were super elite soldiers specially arranged by Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin.
Whether it's courage, boldness, strength, or martial arts skills, they are among the elite of the army, selected from hundreds.
Wielding a long-handled broadsword, one could cleave both man and horse in two with a single stroke!
The Mo Dao (陌刀) troops, standing proudly at the forefront of the battlefield north of Xiangji Temple, formed an impregnable wall on the path that the Tibetan cavalry would inevitably take.
Facing the onslaught of tens of thousands of enemy cavalry, the soldiers of the Mo Dao team had resolute eyes and showed no fear.
The soldiers' long-handled broadswords, with their sharp blades, still gleamed with a terrifying cold light even in the gloomy weather, as if a single strike could cleave mountains and rivers, and cut through all obstacles in the world.
Three hundred steps!
Two hundred steps!
One hundred steps!
Baima led 50,000 Tibetan cavalrymen, sweeping in like a raging storm.
In the blink of an eye, they were less than a hundred paces away from the Mo Dao team.
The ten thousand elite soldiers at the forefront remained calm and composed, gripping their long swords and ready for battle despite facing the enemy cavalry so close at hand.
"Mo Dao Team, attack!"
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
As the order to attack was given, Chen Qingzhi, the deputy marshal of the Longcheng army who was in charge of the battle from the central command post, personally stood on the watchtower to beat the drum and cheer on his soldiers.
As the war drums thundered, the 10,000 elite soldiers at the forefront of the Mo Dao (陌刀) unit instantly brandished their Mo Dao and charged towards the Tibetan cavalry in a "wall-like advance" tactical formation.
"The Mo Dao rises—"
"fall!"
Amidst the shouts of "rise and fall" from the centurions of the frontline Mo Dao (陌刀) squads, Mo Dao swords were raised high and slashed fiercely, drawing tragically beautiful yet deadly silver arcs in the air.
With each swift stroke of the blade, the screams and wails of the Tibetan cavalrymen filled the air, accompanied by splattering blood.
Since the start of the eastern expedition, the Tibetan cavalry has been unstoppable, displaying fierce bravery and relentless strength, causing the Anxi border army to suffer repeated defeats.
However, when faced with the fierce offensive of the Xuanjia Army's Mo Dao detachment, these accustomed to their arrogance were overwhelmed and powerless.
The various swords, spears, and halberds in their hands were all turned into rotten wood and broken by the slashing of the Mo Dao (陌刀) swords forged from Damascus steel in the hands of the Mo Dao team.
The chainmail armor of the Tibetan king Dama's cavalry, which he was so proud of, was shattered into pieces by the sharp blade of the long-handled Mo Dao.
These elite Mo Dao (陌刀) soldiers were incredibly agile and skilled in martial arts. They would sometimes leap high into the air to slash at the backs of their horses, and at other times they would lean in and slash at the legs of their horses. As a result, the Tibetan cavalry were overwhelmed and had no choice but to await their fate.
In an instant, the vast battlefield north of Xiangji Temple was filled with the cries of men and horses falling everywhere.
"This, this, how is this possible!"
As the commander-in-chief of the Tibetan cavalry, Baima watched as his once invincible cavalry was utterly routed by a group of Han infantrymen wielding long swords.
Besides shock, there was also resentment!
"General, the only way to break through is from the direction of the Han cavalry. This Han infantry force is too fierce; the soldiers simply cannot withstand them, General!"
"General, make a decision quickly! If we don't retreat now, we won't be able to leave!"
At this moment, the Tibetan generals, who had finally come to their senses, urged their commander, Baima, to seize the opportunity to break out before the Han army's encirclement closed!
Baima finally realized that compared to the infantrymen in front of him who were like demons from hell, the Han cavalry chasing after him seemed much more amiable.
He immediately ordered the army to change direction again and move towards the Tibetan camp.
The Tibetan cavalrymen immediately obeyed the order and retreated.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Just as Baima was leading his remaining troops, preparing to fight his way through the Xuanjia cavalry led by Zuo Liangcai, the Xuanjia archers and crossbowmen hidden in the mountains on both sides finally got their chance to shine.
With powerful bows and crossbows, a volley of arrows was unleashed.
In an instant, a barrage of arrows rained down, turning the hastily retreating Tibetan cavalry into pincushions.
"Black-armored cavalry, all troops, advance!"
"Kill all the Tibetan barbarians, accumulate military merits, and receive rewards!"
Finally, after Zuo Liangcai led his troops to annihilate a portion of the Tibetan cavalry left behind to cover the retreat, he led the Xuanjia cavalry to intercept the fleeing Tibetan soldiers.
A fierce and exhilarating battle of annihilation finally reached its climax at this moment.
Seeing that defeat was inevitable, the Tibetan general Baima, on horseback, couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, roaring in despair: "Heavens, from which level of hell did this Han army crawl out of?!"
Swoosh—
The next moment, Baima felt herself being lifted into the air uncontrollably.
No, only his head flew up.
The headless corpse was still staggering on the horse, refusing to fall!
Before her consciousness faded, Pema seemed to hear someone say:
"Remember this, I'm not some damn Asura, I'm Zuo Liangcai, the vanguard commander of the Longcheng Western Expeditionary Army under Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin!"
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