siege city The drums of war thundered.
The people under the city changed from a symbolic temptation at the beginning to a massive attack.
The densely packed heads look like ants one after another from above.
Li Siye sat firmly on the general platform at the top of the city.
Judging from his current state, his face was obviously much paler than yesterday.
But he still ordered the bow in an orderly manner from a hundred steps away to the sky and the rolling wood on the ladder near the top of the city.
The people on the city, whether they were soldiers or travelers, were now turning into the teeth of every gear in this war machine, rotating in harmony.
The smell of blood, the rain of arrows that blocked the sky, the black smoke from kerosene, human life got its due bloom in this place.
Scarlet everywhere.
After an old man on the top of the city threw another rolling log down the city, he sat down and hid behind the female wall.
He casually wiped the vomited residue from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and poured strong alcohol into his mouth.
He had seen people killed, but never like this.
Not adaptable.
Everywhere you looked, there were dead people.
And there are all kinds of strange ways to die.
The physical combat between travelers also becomes insignificant in this place.
He glanced at another passenger nearby who was shot in the head by an inexplicable arrow and fell down at his feet.
There are many corpses on the city wall, and there are even more dead people under the city wall.
Bai Yunfei stood outside the big tent.
He looked indifferently at the corpses that kept falling like rain.
The ones above were killed by the ones below.
The brazier wood took away one life after another like the god of death.
Some even climbed onto the mountain.
As soon as he got to the city, Chitou was slapped down with a shield again and split into two pieces in mid-air by a friendly army's scimitar.
This is the battlefield.
Even though the guy with pigtails next to him looked heartbroken, he still had no intention of withdrawing his troops.
"division."
Lie Zan raised his hands and looked at the young man in front of him who was dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes.
He acted very respectfully, because he was Teacher Ben, whom even Zan Pu respected.
In a sense, the identity of the man in front of him represents the interests of most of the nobles in Tubo.
Even the son of his leader Zampu must listen to him.
"This battle has been won."
Bai Yunfei said, one life after another died in front of him, but a certain inexplicable light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
He did not hold the long metal staff that ordinary mages would hold in his hand.
Instead, he held an ordinary long sword.
From the appearance of the foreign minister, it looked like you could buy a long sword from a blacksmith shop on the street.
More and more people on the city were dying.
If you observe carefully, you will find that most of the people who died were travelers who were forcibly dragged away by Li Siye.
The soldiers under him were retreating bit by bit, like smoke rising into the sky, disappearing as soon as they reached the top of the city.
In the end, there were even some more powerful passengers guarding several openings.
Liezan watched in confusion as the vanguard he sent out to die climbed up the city towers he saw little by little.
It was a little too easy.
Compared with before, the Tang army's majestic power was still unforgettable to him.
"Report, Lord Liezan, the enemy's western wall has been lost."
He looked at the division next to him, as if he hadn't heard the good news in his ears.
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The elite soldiers under his command were all lined up in military formations, eager to watch the slave troops, tourists and some cannon fodder troops with little combat effectiveness on the city wall surrounding the remaining Tang troops who were still resisting.
Military merit has always been something that no soldier can take lightly.
On the city wall, the old man was holding a hand ax full of blood.
The ax is not a big ax, but a small water axe.
The weapon was held in his hand with bulging veins, exuding a strong murderous aura.
There were dead bodies everywhere as far as the eye could see.
He turned his face to look at the general platform behind him.
Li Siye, who was sitting firmly on it, had long since disappeared, along with most of the Tang army officers and soldiers.
Unable to see clearly, he pulled out the arrow that was shot in his right eye.
He could no longer swing the ax in his hand.
Seeing more and more enemies climbing up the city in front of him, his vision flew up and down to the city with a stinging pain.
That person on the city wall is myself "Mo Dao Formation" In front of the general's mansion, Li Siye roared angrily, commanding the few troops behind him, step by step towards the passengers who had escaped like them in front of him.
"How come you can run away, but I can't?"
A short-haired tourist at the front encouraged him.
He was holding a strange firearm in his hand, which looked a bit like an AK that can be bought for $15 in Africa.
Many people who know the goods more or less recognize the origin of this thing.
The alchemical firearms of the goblins in The Lord of the Rings.
The guy fired a shot at Li Siye in front of the formation and immediately became the target of this famous Tang general.
He was not injured.
After only a few small fish and shrimps fell, there was no need to lure the enemy.
If it was time to come, it would have come long ago.
Cut in two.
Holding the knife forward, the military formation moved through the narrow streets like a bulldozer, leaving only corpses and unidentifiable wreckage on the ground.
His face does not change color.
This group of people waved their knives indifferently, and no one except Li Siye, who took the lead, seemed to want to speak.
The entire army of several hundred people was more like a whole.
The silence was a little scary.
The crossbow array behind them kept shooting arrows upwards, arrows raining down like rain, blood splattering in all directions.
If someone in the front was injured or killed by the travelers' remote means, people in the back row would pick them up.
At this moment, all the travelers who were serving the Tang Army felt desperate.
Raise your hand, wave your knife, and put it away until the last traveler in this street falls. dividing line "Brother Feng, what do you mean?"
Gao Xianzhi and Feng Changqing were sitting in the hall of the general's mansion.
He took a sip of tea and asked.
But it's not that I can't bear it, it's more like I'm asking for an answer to why I'm doing this.
"call."
The man in black opposite him didn't seem to want to answer immediately.
He calmly blew away a broken leaf in the cup in his hand and looked at the man opposite him.
"My man is dead."
He looked in a certain direction outside the house, as if he could see into the distance through the wall, waiting for someone to take over.
"Besides, these people, after all, are just speculators like me.
It's better to increase your chances of praying for rain."
He said, as if he had crushed a few ants to death, even though they came from the same place as him.
There is probably no one other than him who can describe himself as a speculator in front of Gao Xianzhi with such peace of mind.
"This city is originally a rain formation, so it doesn't matter.
It's just that Brother Feng, there is still something unknown."
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"speak."
"I don't know who you are asking for."
"The King of Inspiration."
Feng Changqing said, a red light flashed in his eyes
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