The soldiers on the city walls continuously drew their bows and shot arrows at the Tibetan soldiers. They continuously threw rolling stones and logs at the Tibetan soldiers who were charging at the front, wearing heavy armor and raising their shields!
However, their eyes were filled with tears as they looked at the observer who was being trampled by the Tibetan bandits.
An observer's visual control of distance was very accurate. He was definitely one of the best archers.
This observer was thirty years old and was the instructor of these young soldiers. Most of their archery skills were taught by him. In the previous battles, his students, the observers he had trained, had died.
In the end, he only said one sentence.
"My student is dead, so it's time for me, his master, to die.”
Now, he had done it.
" Second Brother!!!!"
He was the second oldest in the family. These younger brothers, comrades, and students all addressed him as their teacher and elder brother,'Second Brother'.
Second Brother had already changed beyond recognition and was no longer human.
The soldiers carried the hatred of their country and family. A few rounds of arrow rain, along with rolling stones and logs, killed more than a thousand people.
However, they only had 700 people, and they were always stretched thin. A hundred meters away from the two sides of the city wall, there was a natural mountain range. However, the two hundred meter line of defense, defended by seven hundred people, still seemed very helpless.
Thus, they came up with a tactic. Yang Hao named this tactic 'Burning the City Walls, Blazing the Battlefield'.
The preparations for this tactic had begun a year ago. They had sufficient lamp oil and liquor. However, he had never used it before. Once he used it, it would be a life-and-death battle.
Now, it was time.
"What's that smell?"
"Oil, it's oil and wine. The walls are covered in oil and wine.”
The Tubo soldiers who had just assembled the ladder and set it up and were about to climb the wall smelled it.
At the same time, oil and wine flowed down the city wall to the ground.
Ten thousand people charged forward, and their footsteps had long since spread out. The thin layer of yellow sand within five hundred steps of the city wall.
Below it was a thick layer of firewood. In a year's time, not only did they prepare enough oil and liquor, but they also prepared an overwhelming amount of firewood.
It had been sunny for more than ten days, and the firewood below had long dried up. Tianshi stood on the side of the Great Tang, on the side of the Han descendants.
Every few meters, there would be a grass rope covered in oil that extended to the ground along the city wall.
Boom!
As soon as the torches were lit, dozens of straight lines were quickly burned on the two-hundred-meter-long city wall.
The fire spread to both sides, reaching two hundred meters long and twelve meters high. The city wall of more than two thousand square meters became a hot side.
Boom!
The firewood exploded, and the ground was ablaze with flames that stretched for five hundred steps.
Ah!
"Help, help!"
"Run, run quickly, big fire!"
The 10,000-man army instantly collapsed and fled in a defeated manner. He was simply like a street rat with a burning tail.
In the end, 6,000 people ran out. All of their faces were as black as charcoal, and they were all blackened by the smoke.
The other 3,000 people struggled in the sea of fire. In the end, they stopped moving and became one of the fuel.
Tashi Duoji gritted his teeth in anger and shouted,"Cunning Han, cunning Tang soldiers!”
" Damn it, damn it!"
Puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, then forcefully swallowed it.
Songzhou City, which had 20,000 elite soldiers with 3,000 cavalrymen, had been reduced to such a state by the 3,000 defending soldiers.
Embarrassing, so embarrassing!
If he couldn't take it down, he would just go back like this. Songzan Gambo didn't chop off his head?
Let alone Songzan Ganbu, even Grand Marshal Geer Qinling would have his head chopped off!
Finally, after calming his anger, he saw a path.
In the sea of fire, there was a path as wide as the city gate, but there was no fire on it.
The outside of Songzhou City was extremely wide, and it did not form a natural barrier that could be defended by a single man. Once the number of enemies exceeded the number of people in their camp, they would be in a very passive position.
He used the sea of fire to burn the surroundings, leaving a path as wide as the city gate. Using such a method to create a natural barrier was the final tactic that Yang Hao and Jiang Ke discussed!
As expected, there were only a hundred soldiers on duty on the city wall.
They looked at the fire on the outer wall of the city through the sea of fire. Once the fire died down, he would continue to pour oil and wine. Once the fire outside died down, they would smash the jars one by one.
The other 600 people all went down the city wall and gathered at the city gate.
At this moment, Jiang Ke stood behind his brothers with the long green spear that Jiang Wei had passed down.
If the enemy came and broke through the city gate, then he would hold the gate alone.
People were all afraid of death. They were all born by their parents and were all afraid of death. But the Han people, after putting on the Iron Cloak, understood the definition of protection. Death was worth it.
"Kill them!"
Under Tashi Dorje's command, six thousand men armed with knives and spears, carrying the wooden door, all rushed into the road with hatred.
In the sea of fire, there was a ten-meter-wide path that led to the city gate. The width was limited, and the sea of fire was seductive. Only eight people charged forward with their heads lowered.
This was the effect he wanted!
No matter how many people there were, due to the external environment, only seven or eight people could fight at the same time. Those at the back had to queue up. This was the reason why he could hold the pass alone.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
"Use your strength, hold on!"
After knocking into the door more than ten times, the person could withstand it, but the door could not.
The city gate was damaged, but it was still a close combat. A huge battle broke out in the ten meter wide door.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them and use their bodies to block the entrance.”
The long saber slashed and the long spear stabbed fiercely. It had already reached the point where they stabbed each other with their spears and swords, risking their lives.
The intestines of the Han family's children flowed out, and the arms of the Han family's children flew away, but no one retreated. They were the city gates.
Before he died, he did not forget to kill a Tibetan thief soldier!
If the hand holding the knife was gone, then he would hit his head. In short, he had to kill one of them.
Jiang Ke looked at all of this and listened to all of this. All of his grief and indignation were in his heart. Now was not the time to cry. When his brothers were gone, it would be his turn.
He only needed to kill more bandits!
"General, General Yang, it's General Yang!”
Suddenly, a soldier on the city wall looked at Jiang Ke and shouted.
Jiang Ke immediately leaped up, stepping on the city wall and climbing up the ten-meter high wall.
He widened his eyes and endured the heat wave as he looked carefully.
In his eyes, he could only see a white-robed general riding a white horse as he charged over from behind the Tibetans.
On his warhorse's Victory Hook, a flag fluttered in the wind. It was the flag of the Valiant Cavalry Battalion.
"Valiant Cavalry Battalion, kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Bright Silver Spear of Plum Blossom flew out of his hand like a long snake spitting its tongue and slapped away the horse-killing saber in Tashi Duoji's hand.
He had pierced through the throat of the Tibetan general who had ordered the soldiers to charge and treated him as his grandson.
He twisted the spear tail and pulled out a spear. With a flip of his hand, the long spear tip was flattened.
A single move that swept across a thousand troops was as fast as lightning.
Tashi Dorje's head bounced up high, and his body fell off the horse. Yang Hao grabbed his hair accurately.
Yang Hao held up Tashi Dorje's head, which was still bleeding and staring at him.
"Your general is dead!"
"Your general is dead!”
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