In the twilight, countless torches were lit on the bridge over the Poyi River. A long dragon of Tibetan troops crossed the bridge. The camp that had just been expanded during the day was still insufficient for use.
Zhulong Mangbuzhi looked at Mulong who was kneeling in front of him, then looked around at the generals around him and said, "I know you think that the Tang army must be exhausted after coming from afar to capture Lianyun Fort, Anyuyue City and Nieduo City. Mulong's defeat today is a reminder to us that the Tang army came to Xiaobolü this time just to target us."
Pointing the whip in his hand at the big vine bridge behind the soldiers crossing the river, Zhulong Mangbuzhi showed a sarcastic smile on his old face, "That Gao Linu is confident that he can keep all our troops here, otherwise he would have cut down the bridge long ago."
This large vine bridge connecting Tubo and Xiaoboluo took nearly a year to build on the Poyi River. If the Tang army really destroyed this large vine bridge, Zhulong Mangbuzhi would have no choice but to return to Lhasa.
"I want to see how capable the Tang army in Anxi is!"
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