Three thousand cavalrymen galloped and ran in the starry night, and the dark world flew past their eyes, and the wind roared in their ears. When another day the dawn was first revealed, when Zhang Huan saw the first faint golden light, they had already penetrated the Uighur territory for more than 3,000 miles.

The speed of the march gradually slowed down, and a big river ahead blocked the way. The wide and calm surface of the river was like a golden jade belt, winding northward. At the end of the river, a rising sun was rising slowly.

A guide pointed to the faint mountains in the west and said, "General, this is the upper reaches of the Dule River. From here, it will take another 300 miles west to the west to the Uighur capital Hanerduobali."

Take a straight line from Dai County to the capital of Uighurs about 2,400 miles. However, in order to avoid the Uighur patrol, Zhang Huan took a detour to Yunzhou County and walked around a large arc to reach here, and had already traveled for more than 4,000 miles.

The guide was a merchant from Daijun, surnamed Gao. He traveled between the Uighurs and the Tang Dynasty all year round and was very familiar with the situation along the way. It was precisely because of his guidance that the three thousand Tang troops could find some supply points along the way, ensuring a high-intensity march.

"It's May now, and to avoid military disasters, most of the Uighur herders went to the small sea with more abundant pasture (now Lake Baikal). However, from here to the west is the core area of ​​the Uighurs, with many patrols and patrols, so the general should be very careful."

"Thank you, Mr. Gao, for giving guidance. There are still many places to trouble Mr. Gao when he goes to the capital of Uighur. After the matter is completed, I will definitely thank Mr. Gao again."

Zhang Huan pointed to the river and ordered: "Everyone rest on the spot for two hours."

Three thousand cavalrymen scattered, and some of them came to the surroundings as guards, while others led their horses to the river to drink water and rest. The river suddenly became lively. Some were busy combing the horses, while others took out dry food and chewed it in the sweet river water. Zhang Huan also jumped off the horse and found a piece of open space by the river to sit down. The two guards ran to get a few glasses of water.

Zhang Huan stretched, and he took out a dry bun from his backpack, took a bite, and then "gudu!gudu!" After drinking several large sips of water, the river water was so cold that Zhang Huan let out a long breath.

"Haha! General Zhang Lang is really not afraid of the cold. I almost freeze my intestines after taking a sip."

Zhang Huan's deputy general Liu Yuanqing walked over with a smile. He had been in the army for more than ten years and was considered an old qualification in the army. Zhang Potian specially sent him to assist Zhang Huan. Although he was only a deputy general, Liu Yuanqing knew very well that as long as he followed Zhang Huan, his future prospects were limitless.

"General Liu, come! Sitting here."

Zhang Huan quickly asked Liu Yuanqing to sit down, then took out a dry bun from his backpack and threw it to him and said with a smile: "Eat it! Only when you are full can you get the strength to fight."

Liu Yuanqing took the water handed over by his personal soldiers and took a few sips slowly. The smile on his face slowly disappeared. He pondered for a moment and said frankly: "I think your plan to surround Wei and save Zhao is bold, but it is really a bit risky."

Zhang Huan smiled and broke the dried buns and put them in the water cup. He did not object immediately. Liu Yuanqing looked at him and sighed and continued: "First of all, we are not clear about the enemy situation. I only heard some merchants say that the Uighurs used all the troops to siege the Xishoucheng City, but what's the truth? Are there really only a few thousand old and weak soldiers guarding the capital of the Uighurs? I think we should be cautious when we get rid of the disease."

Zhang Huan shook his head and said, "Precisely because Dengli didn't expect someone to attack his capital, this is the key to our victory. If we don't enter the tiger's den, how can we get a tiger's son? If we don't send out surprise troops, how can we break the siege of the west surrender city? Besides, we are all cavalry. If the Uighurs have a tight defense, we will withdraw our troops."

"Well! I can't tell you." Liu Yuanqing stood up with a smile, patted the debris on his body and said, "You are the head coach, so you have to listen to you. At worst, I will sell this life to you."

"Ha! I can't afford General Liu's life." Zhang Huan also stood up, looking into the distance, and the blue sky was as clear as apart. He had never seen such a complete sky, and it was not blocked at all, as if a full celestial ball was tightly covering the earth.

At this time, several small black dots suddenly appeared in the distance, getting closer and closer. Zhang Huan saw clearly that it was the scout he sent out. It was the speed of their Mercedes-Benz to determine that something had happened.

Zhang Huan immediately turned over and said to Liu Yuanqing: "Go and ask the brothers to prepare!"

Liu Yuanqing also discovered the situation, and he immediately ordered: "Everyone is on!"

The orders quickly spread throughout the army, and the three thousand troops packed up their belongings vigorously. When the scouts approached, the cavalry had completed their troops.

"Report to the general, the Uighur grain team was found thirty miles ahead, and it was heading towards this side with hundreds of guards."

"There are only hundreds of guards?" Zhang Huan and Liu Yuanqing looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

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A grain team consisting of hundreds of ox carts slowly drove on the grassland, with large groups of cattle and sheep following the convoy in front, back and forth, and was a supply team from the Uighur capital Hanerduobali to the west. There were hundreds of Uighur cavalry guards, and the commander of the leading army was named Sizamodagan.

With cattle and sheep following, the grain team marched slowly. After walking for two days, it took more than 300 miles. The shimmering Dule River was faintly seen in front of them.

"Go to the river to have a rest!"

Sizamodagan cursed helplessly, and when will he reach his destination if he continues like this?

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound, just like the sound of Hu Xuanwu's drumbeat that he had heard in the winery, short and tight.

"General, look!"

A soldier was looking south from a distance, and Sizamodagan saw that a thin black line appeared on the grassland in the distance.

'It's a cavalry!' Sizamodagan grinned, "These turtles, if you know I'm transporting food, you'll come here, dream!"

The cavalry were getting closer and closer, and the dark armor was like a huge and solemn ice. The Uighur soldiers had already seen a starlight flashing on the ice, like the Milky Way that stretched across the grassland in the night sky. It was a golden sea of ​​light formed by the tips of spears and blades in the sun. The horse's hooves were like thunder, and murderous aura swept across the sky.

"Yes... Tang Army!" Sizamodagan finally saw clearly that it was nearly two thousand Tang Army cavalry. Before he rushed to the team, he hissed, "Don't be anxious, don't be confused!"

But his shouting was not very effective, and the grain transport team was in chaos. The driver of the grain truck jumped out of the ox cart and ran back desperately. The sheep and cattle were frightened and fled in scattered.

Five hundred Uighur cavalry were not panicked. They quickly formed an iron barrel-like formation, drew their swords and shouted, and rushed towards the Tang army.

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"kill!"

The two armies collided violently, as if two huge waves were striking. In an instant, the heads rolled on the ground, the broken arms were scattered, the blood mist rose, and the air was filled with a strong bloody smell.

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A Uighur soldier cut into the horse's head with a knife, and could not pull it out. Then several long spears penetrated into his body and lifted him up high; a Tang army was cut off his arms, and he screamed and fell off his horse, trampling on his horse, and his stool was instantly covered with blood and flesh.

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The Tang army pulled out the wings and began to encircle the Uighur cavalry. At this time, a scream came from afar. Another thousand-man Tang army came from behind the Uighurs and blocked the retreat. The escaped coachman was driven to death by the Tang army and cried and begged for mercy.

Seeing that the situation in front of him was critical, Sizamodagan turned his head and was about to escape from the slant. At this moment, Zhang Huan in the Tang army had already seen him. He pulled his bow like a full moon, and only the bowstring sounded, an armor-piercing arrow shot out like lightning, and an arrow shot through Sizamodagan's neck.

Sizamodagan grabbed the arrow shaft that penetrated his throat, and his throat was 'Ku! Ku!' and turned back to look at Zhang Huan, and fell down with a bang. A Tang army general rushed over, lifted his body with a long spear, and shouted loudly, "Chief Hu is dead! Brothers, kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions!"

The morale of the Tang army was greatly boosted, and they rushed forward with a large spear, and the sword flew over. In a moment, they killed all the surrounding Uighur army.

The general pulled out the horizontal knife, chopped off Sizamodagan's head with one knife, ran back, he turned over and dismounted, knelt in front of Zhang Huan and offered his head, "General, this is what you shot, the last general dare not take the credit!"

Zhang Huan reached out to take his head and looked at the enemy's eyes dying with his eyes. He smiled proudly and poked his head high on the tip of the knife. The Tang army suddenly burst into cheers.

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"Report to the general, a total of 502 enemy soldiers were killed in this battle, and our army killed 89 people and injured more than 160 people." After counting the battlefield, the marching Sima was reporting the battle situation to Zhang Huan.

"Can the credit book be recorded?"

"Take the heads as the standard, and write them down one by one."

Zhang Huan nodded and said to deputy general Liu Yuanqing: "Remember the brothers who died in battle and bury them on the spot!"

"Yes!" Liu Yuanqing went to handle it himself.

At this time, another side general stepped forward to report, pointing to hundreds of captured Uighur soldiers and grooms, saying, "General, how should they deal with it?"

Zhang Huan glanced at these people and ordered coldly: "It's a burden to take them, kill them after asking for confessions!"

He turned over and looked west from afar. In the distance, he seemed to see the pearl on the grassland, the capital of the Uighurs, Han Erduobali.

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Chapter completed!