Chapter 1129

"Childe, we can't pursue any more! Otherwise we can't return to Tulun river." Zamu frowned at the remaining 700 Tibetan remnant army. The continuous pursuit has killed and injured a lot of Tibetan remnant army, and the water source is greatly consumed. If this goes on, I'm afraid they will be wiped out in the desert.

On Qin Ling's face, he hesitated and said, "but the firearms prison is over."

Seeing the victory at hand, he was very unwilling to give up on Qinling, but the current situation of the Tibetan remnant army was very bad. Not only the water source was about to run out, but also the food was almost consumed. The Tibetan remnant army had begun to kill horses these days. However, the desert was deserted, and the Tibetan remnant army could only eat horse meat raw, What really can't hold on is the war horse. The Tibetan war horse only eats some grass in the oasis, and the rest depends on the forage it carries.

This is not only true for the Tubo remnant army, but also for the firearm supervisor. However, the firearm supervisor carries beans with sufficient heat, and it is better to carry one person and two horses at the beginning of the day.

Zhamu advised: "we just need to get close to Tulun river. First, we can get supplies first. Second, we just need to block the mojiazi outside Tulun River, which is enough to let the mojiazi die in the desert."

On Qin Ling's unwillingness, he said, "we all know how difficult the Mohist school is. I'm afraid we'll regret it all our life if we lose this opportunity.

Zhamu said calmly, "if you want to know whether the mojiazi is at the end of a powerful crossbow, just let me retreat and see if the firearms supervisor is coming, and we'll know if we have a try."

On Qin Ling's mind, he nodded. If mojiazi immediately looked for water, it would be a dead end. If mojiazi continued to entangle with them, I'm afraid mojiazi still had water.

The desire for survival made him no longer hesitate, so he ordered to turn his horse around and go towards Tulun river. After all, if he insisted, I'm afraid hundreds of soldiers would also be buried in the yellow sand.

"It's too late to go!" Merton sneered when he saw the retreat of the Tibetan remnant army in the telescope.

With the method of condensing water, the firearms supervisor can persist in the desert for a long time, and the Tubo remnant army is doomed to decline day by day. This battle is doomed from the moment it enters the desert, but it only makes Lun Qinling find an oasis and survive for a while.

"Don't hesitate to chase!" Merton waved his big hand, stretched out his hand to feed water and bean material to the jueying shadow under his crotch, and stepped on the yellow sand to chase after the Tibetan remnant army.

Other firearms officers and soldiers followed suit. Soon, the relationship between hunters and prey reversed again.

"Damn it, how could the MOH family have water." on Qin Ling, when he saw the firearms officers and soldiers chased not far away, he felt powerless.

He clearly has been entangled with the mojiazi again and is convinced that the mojiazi has not found the oasis. However, the water source of the firearms prison has not been exhausted and maintains a certain combat power.

On the contrary, the water source of the Tubo remnant army is gradually exhausted and has gradually lost its combat power. Lun Qinling has obviously felt that the war horses under his crotch are weak. Moreover, in the sand, it is not conducive to the war horses to run, and the marching speed is greatly reduced.

After the two armies moved forward, the remaining Tibetan troops retreated towards Tulun River, while the firearm supervisor entangled and sneaked attacks all the way. In just a few exchanges, the firearm supervisor has caused great trauma to the remaining Tibetan troops who are short of water. Now there are less than 500 people left, and its strength is almost the same as that of the firearm supervisor.

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"Childe, the water source of the firearm prison has not been exhausted, and most of our water sources have been consumed. We must reach Tulun River as soon as possible, otherwise we will be dragged to death in the desert by mojiazi." Zha Mu Ning's important way. The Mohists tried to drag them into the desert, but obviously they could still hold on, but the Tubo remnant army could not hold on. If they continue like this, I'm afraid they will be wiped out in the desert.

"But we are at least two days away from Tulun river." Lun Qin Ling said anxiously.

Because of the continuous entanglement of the firearms prison, the speed of the Tibetan remnant army has been greatly reduced. In addition, the water required for the continuous fighting has greatly increased. The water of the Tibetan remnant army has been consumed, and there is still a long distance to Tulun river.

"At present, there is only one way. My subordinates are willing to break up for the childe. The childe quickly rushed to Tulun river. Tulun river is now the base of Khotan. He certainly dare not offend Tubo and will cover the childe to withdraw to Tubo." Zamu looked determined and handed the water bag with only a little water in his hand to Lun Qinling.

Other Tubo soldiers followed suit one after another. The remaining 500 Tubo remnant army finally assembled a 50 member escort team for the Lun Qin mausoleum. Hundreds of others turned around without hesitation and rushed towards the chasing firearms supervisor.

Looking at the determined soldiers on his face, he couldn't help choking on Qinling, but he still held back. It's an extravagant hope to cry in this arid desert.

"Go!" Lun Qinling waved his hand and urged his horse to go directly in the direction of turunchuan, and there was a cry of killing behind him.

"Break the tail to survive?" Merton couldn't help humming when he saw the Tibetan remnant army charging. They had been entangled in the desert for too long. It's time to end.

"Three sections of steel crossbow!" Merton waved his big hand. Even in the desert, the formation of the Tang army was still as neat as a flash. In an instant, crossbows and arrows flew to the Tibetan remnant army like a dense arrow rain.

In this desert, the power of cavalry was weakened to the extreme. Coupled with the fatigue of people and horses, the speed was even slower. However, the steel crossbow of the firearm supervisor was still sharp. Suddenly, the disabled Tubo soldiers turned their horses.

However, the remaining Tubo army was extremely fierce and continued to charge in the rain of arrows, with the intention of dragging firearms into the desert with the last strength.

"Grenade!" as Merton drank again, an explosion sounded.

When the Tubo remnant army and the firearms officers and soldiers fought hand to hand, less than half were left, and they were soon surrounded by the firearms officers and soldiers.

"Plop!" the wood counting the swords fell down heavily, and his eyes fell to the ground. This time he was not lucky, but his heart was quiet, because the Lun Qin mausoleum should have fled far away at the moment.

"Young master, the imperial mausoleum has escaped!" Zhang Mu said anxiously.

Merton sneered at his speech and said, "on the Qin mausoleum, you are smart and confused for a time. You are wrong. You shouldn't run for your life alone, stab your horse and drink blood, and continue to pursue on the Qin mausoleum."

The assassins drinking blood here in Merton are not the war horses of the firearm prison, but the war horses of the Tibetan remnant army. There are hundreds of war horses of the Tibetan remnant army. Even if there are war horses fleeing on the battlefield, the firearm prison captured 200. Aren't these 200 war horses like sending them 200 pots of water from the Qin mausoleum?

The whole firearm officers and men cheered. Although the horse blood was bloody, it was a rare thirst quencher for the thirsty firearm officers and men.

Soon, with the wailing of Tubo war horses, the whole firearms prison was like a new life.

"Keep chasing!" Merton shouted, wiping the horse blood from the corners of his mouth,

All of a sudden, the whole firearms warden immediately quickened his pace and went towards Tulun river. This time, Lun Qin mausoleum must not escape.