It seems that God wants to play a joke on everyone. A moment ago, the moon was shining brightly, but now it is raining heavily.
Different from the pattering spring rain, different from the arrogant summer rain, this is an autumn rain that is chilling to the core.
There are three or two sections of cold rain, and the autumn mood is quite chilly. This chill goes straight to the bone marrow, but it makes people feel refreshed and exhilarated!
On the top of the Great Castle, a hundred Mo Dao from the Shence Army held up Zhangba Mo Dao, waiting for the arrival of the Tibetan barbarians. After a night battle with the horse bandits, everyone was already familiar with how to use the Mo Dao.
, advance, split, close. Just four words can summarize the essentials of using this weapon of the Tang Dynasty to suppress the army, but to really use the Mo Dao well, you need to feed it with real blood sacrifices.
This is a battle that belongs to men, and this is a feast that belongs to warriors. In just half an hour, hundreds of Tubo soldiers jumped onto the city. They wore the finest chainmail and carried the sharpest weapons.
They wielded their scimitars and had the most tenacious fighting spirit. They brandished their scimitars and charged towards Mo Daoshou, their movements full of confidence.
"Get up!" Pu Dachui gave the order, and more than a hundred Mo Dao stood up on their shoulders.
"Go forward!" With one word and one command, everyone stepped forward steadily, as solid as a rock.
"Cut!" With a command, the Mo Dao, glowing with cold light, slashed at the Tubo barbarian who was rushing towards him. The Mo Dao easily bit into the chainmail, chopped off the shoulder blades, and cut open a body of flesh and blood.
A Tubo barbarian watched in horror as the huge strange knife cut into his right shoulder and slid out from his left waist. The bones cracked and made a horrifying "gurgling" sound, and his intestines flowed out of his stomach. He stared wide-eyed.
His eyes were full of fear of death. He was not completely dead yet, and half of his body kept squirming on the ground, leaving a trail of blood.
"Kill him!" Pu Dachui shouted loudly, urging a recruit beside him. The recruit hesitated for a moment, and finally strode to the side of the Tubo soldier. The Tubo soldier was speechless and whined.
There was a sound, and his eyes were full of begging. The recruit closed his eyes and chopped off the horizontal knife with all his strength, ending the life of the Tibetan soldier. He neatly cut off the Tibetan soldier's head and put it in the merit bag he carried with him.
His eyes gradually became serious.
"You must learn to kill. If you don't kill them, you will die!" Pu Dachui's voice sounded in the ears of the recruits. This was a duel that did not allow failure. It was real, cruel, but fair.
Real cruelty, fair cruelty.
"Come in!" Pu Dachui ignored this episode and roared loudly. The raindrops hit the bluestone floor, making a buzzing sound.
This is a sleepless night after all, and only the winner can see the sun tomorrow.
"Chop!" Short and powerful. Pu Dachui simply repeated these two commands. There is no need to close it now. The entire city wall is full of Tubo people. He only needs to order people to chop over, chop over, and chop the Tubo barbarians in half.
, chop into meat sauce.
"Haha, haha!" Pu Dachui led the Modao team to push the front line forward.
Thunder rolled, lightning lit up his cheeks, and blood mixed with sweat and rain dripped down from his neck.
"For the Tang Dynasty!" Pu Dachui roared loudly and swung the hammer out with all his strength, instantly shattering the sternum of a Tubo centurion.
"For the Tang Dynasty!"
"For the Tang Dynasty!"
At that moment, the crowd was excited, and more than a hundred Mo Dao were swung and chopped down, and a hundred Tibetan soldiers were split into two pieces. Blood splashed, limbs flew everywhere, and there were tumbling heads and oozing intestines and internal organs everywhere. They were brave and fearless of death.
The Tibetan soldiers were finally frightened, and they ran towards the crenel with all their strength, regardless of their comrades behind them. The newly climbed Tubo soldiers did not know why, and many of them were pushed off the top of the city by their companions, and they screamed in agony.
"Enter!"
Pu Dachui simply repeated this instruction. Every time the Tang army took a step forward, dozens of Tibetan soldiers would die tragically under Mo Dao's knife. Blood dyed the crenelations at the top of the city red and flowed down the gaps.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I have the same robe as my son. When the king raised an army, I repaired my spear. I have the same hatred as my son. How can I say that I have no clothes..." I don't know when, the military song of the Tang Dynasty resounded over the Changcheng Castle. This is
A solemn ceremony, a long-promised revenge, and a delightful banquet.
Heads were rolling, blood was splashing everywhere, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and there were wailing and mourning everywhere. At this time, the head of the Great Castle belonged to the Tang Army and the Modao Team.
This knife is for the compatriots who were kidnapped and abused, this knife is for the women who were humiliated and killed, this knife is for Paoze who died tragically with hatred, this knife is for the dignity of the Tang people and the backbone of the nation!
This knife cuts so damn hard!
When the one you love is oppressed and humiliated, the weak will become the strong, and the warrior will become the devil.
This sword has no religious beliefs, it is only for the Tang Dynasty!
...
The attack under the city gate was like a wave, and giant trees ten feet long began to hit the city gate.
"Boom!" The dull and loud sound echoed in the valley, like thunder in winter, making a terrifying sound.
"Boom!" The city gate shook violently, and a crack several feet long appeared below the city gate.
"Boom!" There was another loud noise, and the entire fortress began to tremble.
Luo Dezan was overjoyed and ordered loudly: "Kill, rush in and kill all these two-legged sheep."
"Boom!" With a dull sound, the gate of the long castle was knocked open by the Tubo people. The Tubo barbarians shouted and rushed into the fortress. The fortress was divided into two levels. They had already entered the first level, and only
You need to rush to the second floor and attack from the front and back with your companions to capture the city and let the Tibetan flag fly in the long castle!
"Come on, kill all the two-legged sheep!" The Tibetan barbarians poured into the fortress and shouted loudly.
The more than a hundred Tubo soldiers who were rushing in front were full of fighting spirit, but suddenly they felt their feet weaken and fell into a huge pit!
There is actually a trap here. A huge square pit five feet wide stands directly behind the city gate!
Li Kuo's upper body was naked and he was holding a spear. He looked resolutely at the more than a hundred Tibetan soldiers who had fallen into the huge pit. A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and illuminated the four characters on his chest - "Jingzhong".
Serve the country!"
The Tubo people were filling trenches during these two hours. Of course they would not sit still and wait for death. He mobilized all the merchants and together with the wounded soldiers dug a huge pit behind the city gate. Although the long castle was made of bluestone, under the fortress
But the soil is loess. Hundreds of people worked together and dug a huge pit in less than two hours.
After Tibet crossed the trench, they had no choice but to attack the city through two routes.
One way is to climb the city wall, seize the city head and then control the entire fortress. The other way is to use ramming wood to force open the city gate and charge in with the advantage of numbers.
Li Kuo was not worried about the first way. With Pu's sledgehammer, the Mo Dao team could hold on to the city and would not let a Tibetan barbarian step into the fortress. As for the second way, the young man thought about it for a long time.
There were too many Tibetan soldiers, so they would definitely be able to win by chance. Seeing the loess terrain on the first floor of the fortress, the young man had a flash of inspiration and came up with this magical idea, creating this flying pit outside the sky.
"Brothers, hold on to the spears in your hands. Do you still remember what Coach Felin said to us when we were practicing with the white wax pole in the camp in the north of the city? 'I just hope you don't soil yourself, and you also soil a good spear.'
! At that time we were ashamed, even jealous. Now do you understand why we practice martial arts and why we join the army? I didn’t understand at the time, but I understand now! Just to protect our family, our country, and our dignity! Touch yours
Are you still feeling hot in your heart? If you are a man, straighten the spear in your hands and stab it like a man!"
"Stab! Stab! Stab!" A long spear was stabbed at the Tibetan soldiers in the huge pit, splashing blood. For a while, there was endless mourning and wailing, the ghosts were crying, and the demons were making noises.
"For the Tang Dynasty!" Li Kuo pulled out his blood-stained spear, raised it high above his head and shouted.
"The captain is brave!"
"The Tang Dynasty will win!"
"Charge over! Charge over! Why are you hesitating? They have already filled the nest, why are you still stunned? Charge over and kill them all!" Luo Dezan's eyes were red and he jumped in anger. After knocking open the city gate, he was originally
I thought this would be a one-sided massacre, but I didn't expect that I would stumble as soon as I entered the city. Now I was desperate. I could rely on my numerical advantage to crush them and kill all the Tang Kou. Conspiracy and trickery could only last for a while.
Being cheap will never determine the outcome of a battle!
The Tubo soldiers were inspired by the cruelty in front of them and charged in with howls.
But the Tang army did not stop him at all, and turned around and ran away without even shooting an arrow!
"Hahaha! Tang Kou gave up, hahaha!" Luo Dezan laughed, waving his scimitar and charged forward first.
"Rumble!"
"Tap, tap!"
Huh? What is this sound? Luo Dezan stopped and listened quietly. This sound was so familiar that he seemed to hear it every day.
It was the sound of horse hooves! It was the sound of thousands of horses! Luo Dezan was startled and quickly looked up.
In the dark depths of the fortress, a bright spot suddenly appeared. The spot became brighter and brighter, getting closer and closer. Accompanied by a mournful hiss, Luo Dezan finally saw clearly that it was more than a thousand military horses.
, they had spears tied to their backs, and cattails poured with tung oil were tied to their tails. At this moment, the cattails had been ignited, and the army and horses were running towards them like crazy.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat quickly!" Luo Dezan collapsed completely and took the lead in running towards the city gate.
Thousands of horses galloping together, beacons burning fortifications, what a joyful and magnificent night banquet!