After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

The winter sun above her head was as old as ever, and the shoal wind blew hard across her face. There was not much of a relaxed expression on Li Xiujing's face.

Yesterday, after cutting off the Tubo baggage train, he led his troops to march here in a hurry and was preparing to rest on the spot. But unexpectedly, more than ten thousand Tubo soldiers suddenly rushed out of the originally silent snow-capped mountains. They seemed to have been ambushing here early.

The eight hundred elites he led were exhausted by the day and night attacks. Was caught off guard. After reacting, he didn't think much and immediately led his troops to attack the Tibetan encirclement.

When the Tibetan soldiers arrayed on the high slope saw them charging into the formation, they were killed one by one. Their blood dyed the snow under their feet red. In the silent valley, the sounds of fighting continued one after another.

The surrounding environment was terrible, and it was late at night when the sky was dark. The Wei soldiers were tired and unfamiliar with the terrain, so they were almost always in a passive state. The Tibetan soldiers took advantage of the darkness and launched waves of surprise attacks several times, capturing more than a hundred Wei soldiers. And they were killed by thousands of soldiers by the Wei army.

After fighting with the Tibetan rebels for almost a whole night in the wind and snow, the battlefield finally calmed down at dawn. Li Xiujing took the opportunity to lead the rest of his troops to break out of the encirclement and avoid the distant valley.

We walked in the valley for a long time until we reached a water source. Li Xiujing then ordered to rest on the spot and ordered the deputy general to count the number of people and remaining supplies. He took off his armor and sat by the water, silently scrubbing the blood stains on his armor.

Seeing the blood mixed into the stream and flowing into the distance, he took a sip of water and washed his face. The wound on his arm was still bleeding, but he had no intention of bandaging it. The sun spread out around him, as if it wanted to bring him a touch of warmth.

Pressing the wound on her arm, Li Xiujing closed her eyes and sighed. Sit cross-legged and hold the Mo Dao across your knees.

Seeing that he was silent, the lieutenant had to silently report the number of casualties. Li Xiujing nodded when he heard this, got up and returned to the camp.

Laying out the map in the coach's tent, Li Xiujing looked at Guazhou on the map, thinking in his eyes.

After waiting for a long time for food and grass to arrive, the Tibetans should have withdrawn their troops. However, with Pei Jiaoran's ability, he shouldn't be afraid of Dugu Chen's questioning. And with her performance in defending the city this time, she will definitely be at the top of the exam next year, and will eventually be transferred back to Chang'an.

Li Xiujing thought, looking at the dancing light and shadow on the tent. For a moment he seemed to see her. Her eyes were filled with frost and snow, and she smiled coolly at him. Then he turned around and entered Zhuque Gate and walked up Chengtianmen Street.

Maybe it's not that important whether I go back or not.

The wind in the valley seemed to be getting colder, and snowflakes were floating in the sky.

At this time, the two hundred elite cavalry led by Pei Jiaoran also crossed the Qilian Mountains and were traveling in a valley. The valley was silent, and snowflakes were falling overhead.

"Mingfu, let's go to the front to avoid the wind and snow." He Liang, the head of the personal guard, rode his horse to Pei Jiaoran's side and said.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran nodded and ordered He Liang to lead a team of people to find out the situation. He dismounted and took a map from his backpack to look at.

According to Li Xiujing's marching route, if he returns at this time, he should be near here. But along the way just now, I didn't see any trace of the march.

Rubbing his forehead, Pei Jiaoran sighed with deep eyes.

"Mingfu, ahead..." A sergeant dismounted and ran to her and knelt down in front of her.

Glancing at the person coming, Pei Jiaoran flew onto his horse, reined in the reins and ran forward.

Before I walked in, the strong smell of blood hit my face. It was obvious that there had been a fierce battle here.

When He Liang saw Pei Jiaoran coming, he bowed to her solemnly, "Ming Mansion."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran nodded but said nothing.

Seeing her like this, He Liang had no choice but to order his soldiers to investigate the situation and see if any of his comrades were still alive.

Listening to the muttering of the sergeant in front, Pei Jiaoran pursed his lips.

"There must have been a fierce battle in the valley last night."

"But it seems that more Tibetan rebel soldiers died than us."

"But even so, there are only a few hundred people among the generals. After a fierce battle, how many people will be left?"

"Shut up, how can something happen to a general who is brave and good at fighting?"

"What if the general is captured? It would be better to die for the country. At least he won't be accused of treason."

Pei Jiaoran dismounted and walked to the center of the battlefield to inspect. Although the valley was silent and covered with snow, the strong smell of blood still hit my nostrils.

The winter sun spread across the valley and also shone on the corpses scattered everywhere.

Pei Jiaoran put his hands behind his hands and basked in the morning light, his eyes calm as usual. The situation in front of them was described as tragic. Although the bodies of the Tubo and Wei troops were stacked on top of each other, it could still be seen that the other side had suffered greater losses. It's just that it's even more difficult to successfully break through under such circumstances.

Close your eyes and recall the map marked by Li Xiujing. She tried hard to think of where Li Xiujing might retreat to if she succeeded in breaking through.

Just when Pei Jiaoran closed his eyes and meditated, the bugles of the Tibetan attack suddenly sounded around him.

Pei Jiaoran opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as frost. Huo Di drew out the pure Jun sword from his waist and looked at the Tibetan flag flying on the slope in front of him.

"Send my order and line up to meet the enemy." Pei Jiaoran's lips and teeth moved, and the words he spat out were cold and ruthless.

She recognized the man leading the group. The Tubo Prime Minister Shang Qinling also led his troops to retreat here. I am afraid that what Li Xiujing encountered last night was Shang Qinling's soldiers. When he learned that the governor of Guazhou was here, he led 5,000 people here to find out the situation.

He brushed the Chunjun sword's edge with his fingers, pointed straight to the sky, and caught a stream of clear light in the sky. The light on the sword floats. Its ridge divides the jade face into two parts. On one side is a goddess sitting in the snow-capped mountains practicing cultivation, and on the other side is a Rakshasa girl walking in the fire of karma. The blade of the sword reflects a pair of frosty eyes, which are ruthless and tasteless, and there is no distinction between good and evil. Just looking down at all living beings in this world with cold eyes.

"All generals, listen to the order and follow me to the battlefield to kill the enemy! Kill all the Tibetan thieves to boost the glory of our great Wei Dynasty."

Two hundred elite troops had been stationed in Hexi for many years, and they already had old grudges with Tubo. At this moment, when they heard the Mingfu's call, they set up Mo Dao and formed a charging formation. When He Liang issued another military order, he let go of his horse and went straight to the Tibetan soldiers on the high slope.

Starting from low to high is not the best strategy, let alone maximizing the speed of the war horse. It would be of no use to them if Tubo clung to the high ground. Just as he was about to run towards the high slope, Pei Jiaoran suddenly turned his horse's head, led two hundred elite cavalry into two groups, went straight to the two wings of Tubo, rushed into the enemy's formation and killed them.

The two hundred elite men led by Pei Jiaoran caught Shang Qinling off guard and tore a hole in the opponent's battle formation. The command system of the Tubo army was completely destroyed in her hands, and Shang Qinling's orders were like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir up any waves.

Pei Jiaoran bent down to avoid the arrows aimed at him. The moment he stood up, Pei Jiaoran drew out the arrow beside his horse and shot three arrows back.

"It's you! The county magistrate of Guazhou!" Shang Qinling avoided the arrows fired by Pei Jiaoran on his horse, and at the same time he also recognized who she was.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and smiled contemptuously, then drew his bow and arrow and pointed at Shang Qinling again.

"The Tibetan thief shall die!" Pei Jiaoran said coldly.