In Shulewei City, Gao Xianzhi stood on the west wall that fell first, watching a Tibetan soldier chop off the arm of a zombie soldier, and then the zombie stabbed him directly with his backhand, killing him with one blow.
This zombie actually had a lot of wounds on its body, from the messy Chang Ge stab wounds to the arrows stuck in its body.
This makes this monster that is neither human nor ghost even more ferocious.
"This battle has been won."
He whispered to Li Siye who was following behind him.
The blood-stained Tang general walked behind with his head bowed, silent.
He was injured, not seriously, but not light either.
A round wound as thick as a thumb on his chest made it impossible for him to lift his beloved Mo Dao.
The long-range weapons used by those outsiders prevented him from commanding the Mo Dao Formation, so he was defeated so quickly in such a narrow street.
The other party has been plotting against him for a long time.
Li Siye looked up and saw that the Tubo army that was fighting them was obviously mentally defeated by this undead army that appeared out of nowhere.
Now in this dark night without sunlight, they are invincible.
In the city, although it seems that in some places you can still see the stubborn resistance of travelers somewhere, it does not help.
One hundred thousand Tibetan troops were massacred in such a small border city by an army of only more than 10,000 people.
They won because of various factors.
The blood rain of the Inspiration King blocked the last light above these corpses and brought them nourishment.
The blood of a big monster.
As for the fire, oil and fire attack that the Tubo army had just come up with, it was also broken by the formation set up by Feng Changqing in this city, turning the oil into water.
Then, no one can stop Gao Xianzhi's zombie army.
Unless the war machine encounters guys like Bai Yunfei and Feng Changqing who are already inhuman, it will definitely be more than enough to deal with travelers with slightly higher individual strength.
"Pass the order."
"General."
Seeing this handsome man raising his hand, Li Siye subconsciously held it up and waited for instructions, even though his wound caused him terrible pain.
"Set fire and turn this place into ashes."
General Tang took the order and left.
The zombies below also started to work as if they had a tacit understanding.
After cutting off the heads of the enemy corpses on the ground, the war was coming to an end, and they began to build a pyramid-like landscape in an open space in the city.
Spectacular yet terrifying.
The night wind blew in the face, and wild foxes and wolves emerged from nowhere outside the city and dragged away several corpses that had not been dealt with during today's battle.
There was no one on the tower.
"I lost."
Gao Xianzhi murmured to himself on the watch tower.
After this battle, the armies of all ethnic groups in the Western Region will definitely retreat when they hear Gao Xianzhi's name.
But after this, he was not far from death.
As a qualified son of an aristocratic family, it is very important to understand Shengting.
He knew that the current Holy Emperor was a human being, and no matter how stupid he was, he would never let a wealthy family with deep roots here flourish on the border.
Just like the Wang family back then.
Note: The Gao family was a powerful family on the border back then.
In a way, it was similar to the Wang family back then.
Wang Family: A large family that existed in the Jin Dynasty and still had influence in the Sui Dynasty.
After the Tang Dynasty, I didn’t know it.
In the Jin Dynasty, there was even a saying that it was the emperor’s luck that the second daughter of the Wang family married the emperor.
The saint wants to stabilize the border, not to let the holy object become useless at the border.
In ancient times, it seemed that imperial edicts were written on expensive brocade cloth.
Whether it is prosperous or declining, whether it is prosperous or not, these are the two words that Gao Xianzhi heard most often when he was studying in ethnic studies.
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Unexpectedly, he would use it on himself now.
He thought, it seemed like it was useless now.
The outcome of this war was actually already determined.
Defeat, survive.
Win, die.
It's just that he chose the latter. dividing line Zhao Qian held a sword in his hand, an ancient sword that couldn't be said to be very good-looking.
Opposite him, a wild wolf was staring at him with a fierce look.
"Since you are not a guest of the gods in the temple, you should be prepared to die."
With a claw coming across, the big wolf obviously became much smoother after a few moves.
It has long since stopped using such movements as pouncing and biting, which would only cause more wounds.
Seeing that he could no longer dodge the grab, he raised his sword to block, and his sharp claws made a gap on the sword's edge. block Counterattack, stab.
An unstoppable thrust, which almost brought the professional foil sword v1 skills to the extreme.
It was fast and precise, and it went straight to the throat of the monster opposite him.
The space of this ruined temple is not actually very large, but it is still barely enough to accommodate the front and rear turns of this big guy.
The sword had been thrust out, Zhao Qian looked at it, and he saw a trace of calmness in his opponent's eyes.
The calmness that was expected.
My heart sank, and once the sword was drawn out, there was no possibility of taking it back.
"laugh" The sword edge pushed into its throat without any hindrance, but it was as big as an adult having a barbecue bamboo stick stabbed in its throat.
Feeling the speed of the sharp blade in his hand, Zhao Qian subconsciously let go of the sword in his hand and took half a step back, but it was a little too late.
The sword thrust in so fast, it was obvious that it was also lowering its head.
It didn't hit any big blood vessels.
Some wild beasts trade small injuries for the enemy's life, which is clearly reflected in this female wolf.
He raised his head and looked, and the bloody mouth was right in front of him.
This time, it's really dead. s: This is the best result.
Gao Xianzhi loses anyway.
If he wins this battle, his prestige in the Western Region will be unmatched, but coupled with the influence of the big family behind him, he must die.
The emperor is most afraid of people like him.
If you lose, you lose.
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