Li Jitan yelled: "We have fallen into a trap, get out!"
"Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum!"
What answered him was the sound of steady and powerful footsteps, sweeping across the two rows of mountains of knives, approaching quickly from the left and right. The swords held high like a forest shimmered in the cold light of the torches, showing an overwhelming momentum.
"Kill...kill!" A soldier who was enjoying the killing was the first to bear the brunt. His voice was trembling, hissing desperately, he raised his bloody tassel and pounced forward.
"Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum!"
The wall of people approached without stopping. His tassel spear stabbed a Mo Daoist in the chest. The heavy and strong armor fully withstood the force of the shot. The man he stabbed didn't even stop for a moment.
, five or six sharp swords struck him head-on, blood burst out, and the head was cut in half. Two swords on the left and right cut off both his arms from his shoulders.
"Ah! Ah..."
There was a shrill scream, only two screams, and a man who was divided into four parts fell down. The swordsmen in a dense formation stepped on his broken corpse and continued to move forward at a steady pace. When they put on this heavy
A, holding up this long sword, the whole person's emotions seem to be sealed in the iron armor. Their hearts are as cold and ruthless as their swords.
Bloody rain flew, and the "meat grinder" approached. The rebels who were squeezed into the middle were sliced into mud layer by layer. Their efforts to resist also caused some casualties among Mo Daomen, but the casualties between the two were completely
Disproportional.
An infantry sword formation that could resist cavalry charges head-on was on a flat and wide square in the royal city, with tall palace walls on both sides. There was no need to consider that the back and wings would be impacted, and their lethality was fully displayed.
The massacre scene was unbearable to witness. Many palace maids, chamberlains, and even palace guards who were not experienced enough in battle were almost vomiting when they saw the massacre scene with their own eyes. And those who had gone through many hardships and had gone to Khotan to participate in the war were almost vomiting.
These Mo Dao Formation soldiers didn't even blink.
The blood flies like mist, and the flesh and bones are like an avalanche.
The steel is good steel, and the blade is a good blade. It is enough to cut through a fast horse with a knife. It is just like chopping melons and vegetables. It is like chopping melons and vegetables. At least it looks like it will break.
The knives are rising and falling sharply, and all the knives are still sharp. Every swordsman here has the physical strength of a bull. The strength of the brute force is matched with this sharp knife.
Like harvesting wheat, human lives are harvested wantonly and happily.
Yang Hao stood on the palace wall, quietly watching the situation below, and a wheeled cart slid silently beside him.
"Below, there is already a sea of Shura blood..."
Ding Chengzong sighed and said: "Look back and invite the living Buddha and the eminent monk to come to the palace to perform rituals!"
Yang Hao said calmly: "Why is it so? I can suppress their people, but I can't suppress their ghosts?"
Ding Chengzong smiled bitterly and said: "If you are not afraid, others may not be afraid."
Yang Hao turned around and saw that the only people still standing behind him were Mu Yu and other personal guards. The palace servants had already retreated far away, and their faces were as white as ghosts. He couldn't help but smile: "Okay, I'll invite some eminent monks tomorrow."
bring it on."
Ding Chengzong looked around and asked curiously: "Where is Xiaoyi?"
Ma Yi can be said to be Yang Hao's confidant among the bodyguards, and she never leaves his side. Ding Chengzong has become accustomed to her existence, so he couldn't help but be surprised when he couldn't see her for a while.
Yang Haodao: "I asked her to go to the harem to protect Dong'er, while Yanyan and the others went."
Ding Chengzong was a little confused: "What are the risks later?"
Yang Hao smiled: "It's just an excuse. She... is a girl after all. I don't want her to see such a scene. It's okay not to have this kind of experience."
Ding Chengzong glanced outside the wall, and saw that the massacre was coming to an end. He was slashing forward in an indiscriminate manner in all directions. Wherever he passed, no matter whether it was the leader, the chieftain, or the generals and subordinates, they were all killed by the sword. No one was spared.
There are not many survivors at this moment. The only reason why they have not become ghosts under the sword is just because the pace of the Mo Daomen's progress has slowed down, and has become extremely slow, because under their feet are fragments of meat and sticky
Blood, if you don't want to stumble, you can't walk fast.
"Ahem! There are not many people left alive. Do you think...can we tell them to stop?"
Ding Chengzong listened to the increasingly faint screams and asked tentatively.
Yang Hao hesitated for a moment, then slowly but firmly shook his head: "Necessary sacrifices are necessary!"
He then said to Ding Chengzong: "The poisonous snake in his heart is gone. Brother, you can inform him. The farce in Ganzhou should be over."
Ding Chengzong agreed and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked: "What should I do with Li Jijun and Huyan Aobo? Do you want to use it..."
Yang Hao's eyes flickered slightly, he thought for a moment, shook his head slightly and said: "The ambush troops cannot be moved. Their existence was originally deployed to seize Xiaoguan. At that time, I did not expect that today would happen. If we use these troops now,
If we don’t have enough strength, then it won’t be able to act as a surprise weapon at all, and at best it will only create a little trouble for Huyan Aobo.”
Ding Chengzong said: "Now Longyou has prepared a three-hand ambush. Even if they use theirs, it doesn't matter, right?"
Yang Hao shook his head and said: "During the Tang Dynasty, Longyou also belonged to Guanzhong. At that time, the so-called four keys to Guanzhong, the northern key was Xiaoguan. Xiaoguan is a place where the throat is choked. One man is in charge of the pass, and no one can open it. If you want,
Even if we take it by force, we may not be able to defeat our army of 100,000 people. This ambush was specially set up for Xiaoguan. If their identity is exposed now, they will lose their due role.
Even if Xiaoliu and Di Haijing have won Shang Boqian's trust, the important place of Xiaoguan will not be handed over to them, so the ambush troops on this road cannot be moved. Let's all send one troops and horses from Hengshan and Yinzhou and rush to them immediately.
Weizhou is on standby. After we deal with Suman, we can order Zhang Pu and Yang Jizhu to send troops to attack Li Jiyun and Hu Yanao head-on. When they retreat, we can order Weizhou soldiers and horses to attack from the flanks. If they can intercept them
It's best for them. If they can't, they can still be severely damaged. Longyou, it's not the focus of our consideration right now. Let's just let these clowns dance for a few more days."
Ding Chengzong nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll notify you right away!"
Xiakou Fortress, Suman fought at night with lights on.
The golden drums were beating together, the sound of killing filled the field, and tens of thousands of lanterns and torches were like stars in the sky, illuminating the battlefield brightly.
Trebuchets and camel cannons are the sharpest siege weapons Suman can use.
However, the Xiakou Fortress was built on the Yellow River and mountain cliffs. A large number of trebuchets cannot be manipulated. A small number of trebuchets face a fortress that uses local materials and relies on rocks as walls. Its destructive power is extremely limited. On the contrary,
Not as effective as a crossbow.
Crossbows, boulders, poisonous smoke and fireballs, and all available weapons were being attacked with all their might. The Xiakou Fortress remained unmoved under the guard of Cheng Shixiong.
At the same time, weapons were being fired from the mouth of the gorge to the city. Crossbows were firing sharp arrows as thick as short spears. Even if the horses were used as cover, once the sharp arrows hit, they would be able to penetrate and break through.
A hole as big as a goose egg. Because
It was condescending. The stone projectiles fired by the trebuchets on the city were larger and heavier, and the power was amazing. The Uighur warriors who attacked the city left their war horses and gave up their best charging combat method. Facing such a fortress, it was really difficult.
Feeling helpless.
Under the steep cliff wall, there are piles of bloody corpses, broken ladders, city-ramming vehicles, and scattered corpses. The Yellow River water not far away is sobbing, like countless resentful souls, crying quietly.
…
"Sir Suleman, master Suleman, you can't fight like this."
Xiao Manying stumbled into Suman's tent and said with a sad face: "My people have lost three thousand people in just the past few days. This means that the three thousand tent families have lost the backbone of their family.
Ah, Lord Suleman, we cannot afford such a loss."
Xiao Manying was filled with regret. When Sulman's army pressed on, he shouldn't have been blinded by his suddenness and killed Hu Laowen's younger brother and son to beg Suman for surrender.
Loss, can’t you afford to fight and can’t walk away? Now
Fortunately, although he got his wish and became the leader of the clan, he was used as a pawn by Suman. However, in bad battles, his tribe always took the lead. Unfortunately, he regretted it now. It was already too late. Xiao Manying could only
I can beg Suleman for mercy.
Suman's face darkened: "With so many casualties, you think I'm not in a hurry? But no one will die in a war. Thousands of troops have been lost and you come to complain to me. Who should I complain to?"
Xiao Manying said: "Sir Suman, although this city is not big, the terrain is too dangerous, and the soldiers and horses cannot move around. We can only fill the narrow valley mouth with bullets, stones and arrows and take human lives..."
"This is the only way to go. Otherwise, how about mobilizing the entire army to go around for hundreds of miles and then climb over the mountain? Huh, if people can get there, can horses get there? If horses can get there, can food and baggage get there?
This battle..."
"Sir, I didn't mean to take a detour. Didn't you say that Li Jiyun and Hu Yan Aobo's troops are coming soon? Why not wait for them to arrive..."
"Hmph, when they come, can we change our strategy? If we can't even take down a small gorge, won't we let them look down upon us? If we make them think that we are nothing more than this, after the incident is completed,
How can we divide the world equally with them? Furthermore, they are now hindered by the Cuta Stronghold. We
The harder we fight here, or even if we capture the mouth of the gorge, we can attract enough troops to enable them to arrive smoothly and join forces with us. If we stop at the foot of Xashhan City, Yang Jiye can divide his troops in Lingzhou to go to reinforcements.
If Li Jiyun fails to attack the Kaota stronghold, won't we be left alone?"
Xiao Manying gritted her teeth: "Then...then you can't just fill my tribe with people. Who can withstand such a style of play?"
Suman's face darkened and he said sternly: "Xiao Manying, Hu Laowen's brother and son were killed by you yourself. How many of your people are not convinced by you? If I hadn't been here to control you, you would have done whatever you said.
The leader of this clan may not even be able to save his life. If you play tricks on Suleman and me... Humph!"
Several warriors from the clan on the side saw the clan leader getting angry and already held down the hilts of their swords.
Xiao Manying's face turned green and red and said: "Sir, it's not that Xiao Manying has two minds about adults. It's really this way of fighting, and only my people are allowed to rush in front..."
He paused his feet and squatted on the ground: "If we continue to fight against our tribe, if I don't resist, my people will rebel and rebel in front of the battle. When the time comes, I, Xiao Manying, will not be able to suppress it. Sir
Just do it as you see fit."
Suman glanced at him and saw that his face was full of remorse and frustration, and his expression did not seem to be fake. He thought to himself: "It seems that he really can't stand it anymore. Hmm... His tribe has lost three thousand people."
Qingzhuang, from now on, can only vassal me, and can no longer betray me. This is enough. He has really destroyed his tribe. The old, weak, sick and disabled are not looking for me as the deputy khan and prime minister.
Think of a way?"
Thinking of this, Suman walked over with a smile, picked up Little Manying, and said in a friendly manner: "Little Manying is an eagle on the grassland, why is she downcast now, like a hen that has suffered from the plague? Hahaha, yours
It’s not that I don’t know the difficulties, but from the day we raised the flag of rebellion, we were destined to succeed but not to fail. Once we failed, there would be no way out. I was anxious in my heart. Okay, okay.
Well, you go back first, stop attacking the city, and take the people down to rest for a while, um... I'll think of another way."
When Xiao Manying saw that Suman finally relaxed, she couldn't help but be overjoyed. She quickly agreed with great gratitude and ran back quickly to give the order to withdraw the troops.
"Shatuo, Ying Li, I've been attacking easily all the way, how could I end up at the mouth of this gorge?" Suman walked to the tent, looked at the gloomy fortress at the gorge, and muttered: "Zhang Pu will defend it now.
In Xiakou Village, he was originally from Li Jiqian of Yinzhou, but now he was unhappy in front of Yang Hao. Li Jiyun wanted to say that he had rebelled against him, but Li Jiyun couldn't arrive for a while, and Zhang Pu and I couldn't talk to each other. What could happen?
Is it good?"
Suman stood in the tent and thought for a long time. The cold wind blew against his face, making it cool to the touch. When he reached out and touched it, there were scattered snowflakes. The snowflakes touched his face and turned into snow in an instant. Suman looked at him with a look.
Turning around, I saw scattered lights on the continuous camp on the right side of the formation. That was He Namuya's camp.
"Since Aguli has sent people here, you can't just stand aside and watch the scenery. If Xiao Manying wants to step down, let Heuna Muya step up."
Suman smiled slyly, held up his sword, and strode towards He Namuya's camp...
