Li Hao and Murazan looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly shouted and rushed towards each other. With a crisp sound, the two of them had a weapon and a confrontation of strength. Although Murazan was tall, he was shocked to take three steps back and lost to Li Hao, who seemed to be thin. He was shocked. Li Hao was extremely quick and rushed towards him with a knife again. This time he held the knife in one hand, obviously no longer intends to fight him head-on.

Murazan hurriedly fought and attacked first. Li Hao sideways and avoided Murazan's scimitar. The Tang sword drooped and slashed at Murazan's left leg. Murazan hurriedly retreated. Li Hao's sword raised and stabbed Murazan's chest. This was already a bit like a swordsman.

Murazan raised his knife and pushed Li Hao's Tang sword away, fought back, and slashed at Li Hao's face. However, his movements were too slow in Li Hao's eyes. Although Li Hao had only learned sword techniques for more than ten days, he had bloody battles in Tingzhou and had practical experience. The most important thing is that Li Hao was fast enough, not as fast as a man in three seconds, but his movements and reaction speed, and his strength was very strong, his authentic power was like a giant bear and as quick as a leopard. The perfect combination of speed and strength. He was born to be a martial arts masterpiece, but unfortunately... he was just too lazy.

It was precisely with the perfect combination of strength and speed that Li Hao quickly gained the upper hand. He swung his sword like rain, which made Murazan retreat step by step. After 30 meetings, Murazan's arms and calf had been cut into five wounds. Although the injuries were not serious, it obviously affected his actions. In this way, Murazan's disadvantages became more obvious.

"Break!" Li Hao shouted suddenly, and slashed down with a knife, as if it was so powerful that it opened the sky.

Murazan's pupils shrank, and he could not avoid them. He could only push the knife with both hands to resist. With a loud "still" sound, Murazan's scimitar was chopped into two pieces. Murazan himself was shocked by the huge force and knelt on the ground. His hands were also shattered, and blood flowed. This time, Li Hao won the one-on-one fight.

"Surrender? Or die?" Li Hao pointed at Murazan with a Tang sword and asked coldly.

Murazan said in stiff Chinese: "Shar Jinpingdiyi is defeated in this battle, Ni is a hero, and he surrenders."

Li Hao understood it. He said that he was defeated for the first time in his life. He said that Li Hao was a hero and was willing to surrender. Li Hao said calmly: "There are hundreds of generals who are better than me in the Tang Dynasty. I am just the weakest." He was bullying Murazan and had no knowledge.

Gionee brought people over, turned over and dismounted, and happily saluted: "Congratulations to the Marquis for his great advancement in martial arts!"

"Don't flatter." Li Hao even scattered his sword and said, "Tie him, Humph, robbed Tubo's food and grass. This time I see what else can Hou Junji do to deal with me!"

Jinli hurried forward and tied Murazan up, and then followed Li Hao back to the army. The battle here was over. Zhu Ruihuan was leading people to clean the battlefield. Li Hao stepped forward and called Zhu Ruihuan and asked, "Ruihuan, what is the result of the battle?"

Zhu Ruihuan excitedly heard this and said, "Go back to the general manager, the results of the battle are abundant. Haha, 1,300 people were captured, and all the others were dead, and none of them escaped."

"Yes." Li Hao nodded, looked at the truck after truck of food and grass, and said, "Camp on the spot and go back to Songzhou tomorrow."

"No!" Zhu Ruihuan was about to take the order, but Pei Miao, wearing a Taoist robe, suddenly rushed over and shook his hand from afar, "Don't go back!"

Li Hao turned around and saw that it was Pei Miao and asked in confusion: "Why can't you go back to Songzhou?"

"It's impossible to go anywhere." Pei Miao said, "I have carefully observed the sky these days and found that there will be heavy snow in two days, so it's hard to walk."

"Oh?" Li Hao was shocked when he heard this. He knew that his master Zhiyuan Zhenren was good at observing the weather. In ancient times, this was a branch of astronomy. Listening to Pei Miao's words, it seemed that Zhiyuan Zhenren had passed this story to him. So Li Hao frowned and asked, "Mr. Pei, how sure are you?" He was unwilling to reveal his relationship with Pei Miao. Pei also happened to be wearing Taoist clothes, so Li Hao respectfully called him Mr. Pei, claiming to the public that Pei Miao was a qi refiner who practiced in the deep mountains. Because he had the skills to keep his face, he looked very young. In fact, he was nearly fifty years old. Unexpectedly, there were still people who believed this lies. Li Hao had to sigh at the superstition level of the ancients.

Pei Miao thought about it carefully and said, "I am 80% sure."

Li Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of some good idea, and then said loudly: "I will order you to transport the food and grass to the pine forest on the slope first, camp there, and wait for two days before talking about it."

So the troops began to get busy and transport food and grass.

Before sunset, after camping, Li Hao ordered many bonfires to be set up in the camp to let the soldiers burn. There were not many other pine trees and there were many pine branches, so there were no need to consider whether the firewood was enough. The next day, Li Hao found some soldiers who could needle and thread, and asked them to start sewing gloves, and sew some thick cloth gloves or animal skin gloves. They stayed here for so many days, hunted a lot of prey, and kept their skins.

As night fell, Li Hao and the soldiers had dinner and returned to the tent to look at the military map. When his eyebrows were frowning, gradually, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a mysterious smile. Whenever he smiled like this, someone would be in trouble.

Li Hao returned to the military case and sat down, shouting: "Come here!"

Jin Li and Chen Laosan, who were guarding the account, lifted the curtain and bowed together: "What are the orders of the marquis?"

Li Hao said: "Ginli, go and take Mulazan here. I have something to ask him. Chen Laosan will summon the interpreter."

"Yes!" The two of them took the order and retreated.

Since they were fighting against foreign tribes, each army would bring two or three translators, that is, translators from later generations. Although Gionee also knew a little Tubo, he only understood a little, and the distance was still far from translation. So if Li Hao wanted to interrogate Murazan, he had to have a translator.

After a while, the interpreter came and Murazan was also taken to the tent. Li Hao asked loudly: "Mulrazan, I ask you, this time Tubo invaded my Tang Songzhou, who will take charge of your Tubo army?"

The translator translated Li Hao's words. Murazan hesitated for a moment, thinking that the question was not a secret, so he replied: "The one who went to the expedition this time was Marshal of Zhongru and Godardalman." Of course, he spoke in Tubo, and the translator translated his words into Chinese for Li Hao.

Li Hao asked again: "Is this Godalman awesome?"

When Murazan heard this, he suddenly looked solemn and said, "Our Tubo's Siru Marshals are all the most powerful figures in Tubo!"

"Oh." Li Hao nodded and asked casually, "How long ago did you receive his order to transfer food?"

"What are you taking it off..." Murazan said a few words, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly stopped.

The general interpreter has told Li Hao: "Sir, he said two months."

Finally, he found out the message he wanted. Li Hao grinned at Murazan. Murazan was very angry, glared at him fiercely, and muttered.

Li Hao turned around and asked the general translator: "What did he say?"

The general interpreter was embarrassed: "Return to the general manager, he said that we Tang people were too cunning."

Li Hao smiled proudly and stood up and said, "Tell him that this is not cunning, it is a routine."

The general interpreter translated as he asked, and Murazan still stared at Li Hao. Li Hao waved his hand: "Gingli, take him down, take care of him, don't make any mistakes."

"Yes." Gionee took the order to escort Murazan out of the tent.

Li Hao sent the others away again, turned his head to look at the military map behind him, and smiled and said to himself: "Two months, well, two months, it's almost done."

Two days later, as Pei Miao said, it started to snow heavily. Fortunately, Li Hao was prepared for the soldiers of each battalion to make fires in the account to keep warm, and he didn't even need a guard post. It would be strange if he stood outside and waited for him to stop and was not frozen to death. Moreover, in this kind of heavy snow, even marching became a problem, so there was no need to worry about enemy attacks.

Li Hao walked out of his teeth tent wearing a fluffy fur coat and looked at the heavy snow. He was particularly happy. With such heavy snow, even the Tubo army that grew up on the snowy plateau would not feel good. Now he has robbed their food and grass again. In a short time, the Tubo army will be hungry and cold, and there are only two ways to go. The first is to capture Songzhou and use war to support the war; the second is to retreat.

After careful deduction, Li Hao felt that the first thing that Tubo thought of was to capture Songzhou, but they were doomed to fail. After all, there are nearly 50,000 soldiers and horses in Songzhou City, while Tubo only has 50,000 troops. Songzhou City is high and thick, and it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Even if the Tang army lacks combat power due to the cold weather, it will not allow the Tubo army to capture the city unless Hou Junji has shit in his mind.

As long as Tubo cannot capture the city, their only choice is to withdraw their troops. Gansongling is the closest route for the Tubo army to return to China. Li Hao will wait for them here to let them know the price of invasion of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Hao's guess was still very accurate. The heavy snow fell for two consecutive days and finally stopped. The snow in Songzhou City was more than two feet thick, and many old houses were crushed. Thousands of people who lost their houses were added to the refugee camp in the city. The day after the heavy snow stopped, the Tubo army dispatched again to attack Songzhou City.

Because the weather was too cold, the moat had already formed a thick layer of ice, which was no different from the plains, and had lost its effect of blocking the enemy. The Tubo army immediately became more winged and raised its shield and rushed to the city of Songzhou in the rain of arrows, and set up a ladder to start climbing the city.

Since learning from the lessons from last time, Hou Junji has been paying attention to keeping the soldiers warm these days to prevent frostbite. Even so, the low temperature outside at nearly minus 20 degrees Celsius still makes Tang Jun unable to bear it. Many Tang Jun's hands stick to the weapons as soon as they touched the weapons. As long as they tried hard, they would tear up a large piece of the skin of their hands, which was in great pain.

Such a severe cold weather greatly reduced the combat effectiveness of the Tang army. This time the Tubo army did not attack the city wildly, but attacked once every two or three hours, which was a bit like a harassment. The Tang army was too tired and cold, and it was extremely miserable, and the morale of the army gradually began to disintegrate.

Zhidusili saw that the situation was not good, and suddenly had a whim, causing the soldiers to splash water on the city wall. The water poured on the city wall and immediately turned into ice. In less than two hours, the four walls of Songzhou were filled with shiny ice cubes, shining and reflecting in the sun, dazzling and dazzling.

The method of Zhidui's thinking power is indeed wonderful. The city wall wrapped in ice has become extremely smooth. It is very difficult for those Tubo soldiers to climb the city. The ladder is so well-stacked. As long as you shake it a little, the ladder will slide along the city wall. Even if the ladder does not slip, the Tubo army will not be able to climb the smooth city wall. Many Tubo soldiers fell to death because they fell from the city wall, rather than died in battle.

Just pouring a little water on the city wall, he received such a miraculous effect. Hou Junji couldn't help but praise Zhishi Sili. At this time, even if he had any objections to Zhishi Sili, he could only give up his past grudges for the time being. After all, he is the chief marching manager, and the victory of the war is the primary priority.
Chapter completed!