Chapter 4803: Kill the enemy general in formation

Chapter 4803: Kill the enemy general in formation
For a moment, the sound of spears piercing into the bodies of war horses, the sound of scimitars cutting necks, the sound of soldiers being knocked away by the huge impact force of the war horses... was deafening and overwhelming.

Relying on the advantage of active attack, the formation of the Gar tribe army was torn into pieces in a short time. Countless soldiers were killed as soon as they joined the battle, with blood spurting and screams ringing, and the casualties were heavy.

Bolun Zanren didn't care about all this. No matter whether it was "Yong" or "Yanggeng", or even the lower-level "Ninggeng" and "Wenmo", they were all slaves of the Gar family in the final analysis. For the rulers of the tribe, as long as the death was valuable, any number of slaves could die.

His hawk-like eyes had been searching for Lebujie's position since the moment the enemy approached. Then he found the target, locked onto it, and shouted to the guards on his left and right: "Protect my flank!"

Then he drove his warhorse towards Lebujie, raised the mace in his hand and swung it down, smashing an enemy soldier wearing an iron helmet, his helmet shattered and his brain burst, and his body fell to the ground like a tattered sack.

Mace, specially designed to break armor!

Because Tubo's iron smelting technology was extremely primitive, the ironware it produced was not only scarce but also of poor quality. It was either hard and brittle or soft and dull. It was even more impossible to use iron on a large scale in armor. Anyone in the Tubo army who could wear an iron helmet and a set of iron armor was an officer.

A strange weapon like a nail-headed hammer may be a bit difficult to use against ordinary soldiers, but it has unparalleled destructive power against armor. The pointed end can penetrate the armor, and the hammer end can even injure the enemy's internal organs through the armor.

Therefore, Bolun Zanren has always acted as a pioneer on the battlefield. His achievements are not measured by the number of kills he kills, but by beheading generals and capturing flags!

The guards around him were all his confidants who had followed him for many years. They had experience in battles and cooperated well with each other. Dozens of them formed a huge spearhead formation, with Bolun Zan's blade acting as the "arrow", and the rest of the people protecting his left and right wings so that he could charge forward with all his might without distraction. He broke through the Tibetan cavalry formation like a siege chisel and rushed towards Lebuje.

Bo Lun Zanren knew in his heart that in this battle not only was their military strength at a disadvantage, but their combat power was also inferior to that of the enemy's elite. There was only one way to win, and that was to kill Lebujie in battle!
As soon as Lebujie dies, even the most elite troops will collapse immediately.

The iron spear in Lebujie's hand flew up and down as he charged forward with all his might. Blood splattered on his body and he soon became a "bloody man". The blood stimulated his inherent warlike nature, and he became more and more excited and trembling. His eyes were red. From afar, he saw a man waving a strange weapon and charging towards him. Wherever he passed, the Tibetan soldiers fell to the ground like barley in autumn, and no one could stop them. He immediately became ferocious, not caring that his side had already won the victory. He screamed "Wow!" and waved the iron spear to charge forward.

The personal soldiers on both sides did not dare to stop him. At this time, Lebuje was already in an "out of control" state. While his body functions were greatly enhanced, he also lost his sanity. Anyone who dared to stop him might be killed by Lebuje himself in the next moment.

Both of them were unrivaled warriors on the battlefield. At this moment, they were running in opposite directions. The soldiers on both sides in the middle worked in perfect harmony and moved aside like a tide to make a passage.

The two war horses snorted and rushed towards each other like lightning, and they were in close combat in an instant.

Lebujie shouted loudly, and pierced Bolunzan's heart with the iron spear in his hand without any fancy moves. Even though the latter was wearing a set of mountain-patterned armor that was obviously from the Tang Dynasty, he was confident that he could pierce his heart guard with one spear and pierce him through.

But Bolunzan's blade was even more powerful. He ignored the iron spear that was piercing his heart and did not dodge. He raised his nail hammer high and used the momentum of his warhorse to smash it into the opponent's head. Not to mention that the iron helmet on Lebujie's head was of very poor quality. Even if there was an iron lump on his head, it would have been flattened by this hammer!
The soldiers on both sides were stunned. These two were indeed peerless warriors. They started with a fighting style that was determined to kill both of them. It was simply extremely fierce...

However, how could these two people have reached their current positions simply by relying on their family background?

A person who is truly brave but not wise will definitely not survive long on the battlefield.

So, although the two men seemed to be attacking with all their strength without reservation and with the intention of destroying both sides, they actually changed their ways when their strength was exhausted.

When Bo Lun Zanren waited until the spear reached his body, he tilted his upper body slightly, so that when the spear tip pierced the breastplate, there was a deviation in the angle, and the spear tip passed through the breastplate without any force.

Lebujie's response was even simpler. The warhorse under his crotch was a fine Tibetan horse. He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse was in tune with his thoughts. It pushed its hind legs hard and leaped forward a foot, and the nail hammer that was meant to hit it on the head missed.

The seemingly all-out desperate move ended in vain. The two horses passed each other in the stirrups, and the horses ran several feet away due to inertia. Then they reined in their horses, turned around, and urged their horses to charge again.

Lebujie went forward calmly, observing the battlefield with his peripheral vision. Seeing that his soldiers were breaking the enemy's formation into pieces and winning was certain, he became more calm and continued to sprint with his spear, but he had already planned some changes in his mind.

However, just as he thrust out the iron spear, Bo Lun Zanren, who was rushing towards him, suddenly shouted, jumped off the horse's back to the left, and the horse turned to the right. Le Bujie saw that he was about to pass through the gap between the opponent's men and horses, and was suddenly shocked.

Horse warfare may seem clumsy, as the opponent can only take one attack in each round, but precisely because of this the reactions of both sides are greatly limited, and the slightest negligence will lead to defeat.

But now the target suddenly disappeared, the spear had no direction, and the initiative was completely lost at this moment...

The blade of Bolunzan that fell to the ground rolled twice due to inertia to relieve the force. Just then, Lebujie's warhorse came in front of him. Without thinking, he squatted on the ground, holding the mace at a height of two feet from the ground, and swung it at the enemy with a sweeping move.

With a light "snap" sound, both front legs of the warhorse were broken.

The warhorse "Herodiod" raised its head and let out an extremely shrill scream. Its huge body lost balance and fell to the ground. Lebuje, who was on the horse's back, was thrown out by the huge inertia, but one of his feet was stuck in the stirrup and he couldn't get free. The whole person was carried by the warhorse and slid on the ground and was pressed under him, and he fell dizzy and bruised.

The warhorse held one of his legs down so tightly that he could not only not stand up but also could not even turn over.

Everyone was shocked and dazed by this sudden scene.

Bolunzan, who was squatting on the ground, rushed to the fallen Lebujie like a cheetah, raised his mace and smashed it down hard.

boom!
The spear hit Lebuje right in the chest, leaving a dent on his breastplate. Lebuje screamed and stretched out his hand to pick up the iron spear that had fallen not far away, but his hand was out of reach and the attempt was in vain.

boom!
Another hammer hit him, and blood spurted out of Lebujie's mouth and nose.

boom!
After this blow, Lebujie's limbs twitched and he was only breathing out but not in.

Lebujie's personal soldiers rushed forward like crazy, trying to kill Bolun Zanren to avenge their commander, while Bolun Zanren's personal soldiers also rushed forward and tried to surround him to protect him, and the two sides fought in a melee.

Bo Lun Zanren, who was in the crowd, took a few steps to Le Bujie, who was dying with blood foaming from his mouth and nose. He stretched out his hand to pull out the dagger from his waist but pulled it empty. Then he remembered that he had given the dagger to his brother. He looked around and grabbed a horizontal sword from the hand of a dead soldier. He raised the sword and cut off Le Bujie's neck, who was not yet dead. Blood gushed out, but the neck was not broken.

With another blow, he severed his head and body. He stepped forward and pulled off his helmet, grabbed his hair and twisted it twice, then stood up and held Lebujie's head high, shouting, "Lebujie is dead, why don't you surrender quickly?"

The morale of the Gar army was greatly boosted, and they all shouted: "Don't surrender! Don't surrender!"

The Tubo soldiers, who were originally confident of victory, saw their commander killed and beheaded, and their morale collapsed instantly. They had no desire to fight any longer. Some soldiers dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground and surrendered, while others turned their horses around and galloped away, quickly fleeing the battlefield and disappearing without a trace.

It was a sure victory, but because the commander risked his life in a duel with the opponent, he was defeated and killed, which led to a complete defeat...

The soldiers of the Gar family waved their weapons and shouted: "Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The morale is high and the voice is heard everywhere.

A great defeat was turned into victory because of Bo Lun Zanren's unparalleled bravery and killing Lebujie. It can be said that this battle was completely turned around by Bo Lun Zanren's efforts, and his prestige reached an unprecedented peak in an instant.

It is no exaggeration to call him “God of War”!
Bolun Zanren threw Lebujie's head to his personal guard and said, "Deal with it and send it back to Fuxi City by fast horse to congratulate my father!"

"Here!"

The guard took the head and left. It was summer and they had to use lime or herbs to treat it, otherwise it would rot before it was sent back to Fushi City. When the time came, a stinking head full of maggots would be placed in front of Lu Dongzan, which would not be a good scene...

Bolun Zanren looked at the Tibetan soldiers who were kneeling on the ground begging for surrender, and shouted: "Lebujie died in the battle. According to Tibetan rules, you will be buried alive even if you escape. If you surrender to the Gar tribe, you will be treated equally. What should you do? Decide quickly."

"I only ask the general to be merciful and not make our names known to the public, and I will naturally be willing to surrender."

If Chisang Yangton knew that they surrendered to the Gar tribe after Lebujie's death in battle, their relatives would be subjected to the most brutal torture, and would be tortured to pieces and buried with Lebujie.

But if the Gar family did not reveal their names, then Chisang Yangton would have no way of knowing who died in battle and who surrendered, and their relatives could be protected and might even receive generous compensation...

Bolun Zanren waved his hand with great enthusiasm and said: "The Gar family is the most lenient towards prisoners. As long as you are loyal to me wholeheartedly, I will naturally do as you wish."

These people would surely die if they returned to Tubo, and their relatives would also be implicated. Rather than wandering around and becoming bandits, it would be better for them to join the Gar tribe honestly and start a new life in anonymity.

After pacifying the captives, he sent a team of soldiers to escort them back to Fuqi City. Bolun Zanren reorganized the army and sent out scouts to march towards Naluyi.

I think my brother should have arrived at the Orla Pass where the Nalu Post is located by now. When the brothers meet up and join forces, we can cross the Orla Mountain and head straight for Luoshui City...