"Release the arrows!"
"Quick, shoot arrows at those damn prisoners who dare to cut the ladder!”
"Yes, General!"
Whoosh!
Below the city, the Tibetan archers continuously fired arrows at the city wall. As the wounded soldiers and prisoners guarding the city no longer had bows and arrows, they could not fight back, nor could they break the ladder. They could only wait for them to climb up the city wall.
Songzhou City's city wall was a standard city wall. It was twelve meters wide, connected to natural mountains on both sides, and two hundred meters long.
On this 200 times 12 area, the 600 prisoners wrote the word 'protect' with their blood boiling!
The light of the blade and the shadow of the spear, sparks flew everywhere. The cracks between the green stones under their feet were red, dyed red by their Han blood.
The knife paused, his hands trembled, and his white prison uniform turned red!
Out of the six hundred prisoners, only one hundred remained, repelling wave after wave of rebel soldiers.
Ugh!
"Brother, I remember you. You used to whip me.”
Choking!
Prisoners and wounded soldiers supported each other and fought with all their might.
The wounded soldier's eyes were red as he said in a trembling voice,""I'm sorry, brother!"
"Brothers?"
The prisoner was very happy because he had used his military exploits to win the respect of the soldiers, which meant that he had won the respect of everyone.
Calling him brother was enough!
In the end, after killing batch after batch of rebel soldiers, the prisoners could no longer lift their sabers, and the wounded could no longer lift their sabers.
The prisoners and wounded soldiers held hands and stuck close to the battlements, allowing the arrows to shoot at them and the sabers of the rebel soldiers to stab into their stomachs.
However, they were still holding hands like a human wall.
Ah!
A hundred wounded soldiers and a hundred heavily injured prisoners were defending the two-hundred-meter-long city wall in this way.
With a long howl, they continued to hold hands, and at the same time, they slammed into a group of rebel soldiers that were climbing up!
They all turned into logs and used their bodies to fight for their families behind them!
No one cheered for them because the city was empty.
In fact, Songzhou was 2850 meters above sea level and did not produce anything. There were no green mountains or rivers, so it was of no help to the agricultural production of the Great Tang.
Because this was the Great Tang's border, they had to guard it with their lives!
Yang Hao and Jiang Ke, who were fifty steps away from the city gate, as well as eleven experts who could fight ten people at once, all had tears in their eyes when they saw all of this.
"Brothers, you are warriors, as expected of the warriors of heaven and earth!”
Yang Hao didn't say much. He couldn't say anything good.
Only this sentence was enough!
"Kill!"
"Kill these Tang soldiers!"
"Kill them, and everything in this city will be ours.”
The Tibetan soldiers climbed up the wall, raised their swords and spears, and swarmed down the stairs.
At the same time, the city gate shattered again. Out of the three hundred soldiers who had risked their lives to hold the city gate, two hundred had died.
Just as the last hundred soldiers retreated and decided to die with Yang Hao, guarding the official road to the death. The 200 soldiers who were shocked to death fell down powerlessly.
Who knew what their bodies looked like under the armor?
Who knew what kind of pain they had suffered when they were killed by the impact?
It was all because of his perseverance and a sense of responsibility. As a soldier guarding the border, he had a sense of responsibility to protect his country and persevered until he lost his life.
The Tibetan soldiers swarmed in from the top of the city wall and outside the city gate. All of them pointed their spears at Yang Hao and the 113 soldiers.
Drive!
A Tibetan warhorse came in from outside the city. The person sitting on the horse was Yang Hao's father's murderer.
The tall, bearded Basang Jiaba, who was holding a spiked club!
He looked at the road behind him and the house behind him. It was empty. Other than the 113 of them, there was no one else.
Hahaha!
"Yang Hao, you actually withdrew everyone?”
"A talent, a talent!"
"Surrender!"
"If you surrender, you 113 heroes will be conferred the title of marshal.”
"This general will recommend you, Yang Hao, to become the Tibetan Great General!”
Yang Hao looked at the Tibetan soldiers who had surrounded them. If they continued fighting, they could buy some time.
However, it was certain that all of them would die.
Surrender?
Indeed, they could all live!
With his talent and Jiang Ke's talent, it was not a problem for him to be a general in Tubo.
Ding!
"A new mission has been issued. The Tibetan general, the Tibetan King, and the Tibetan Marshal's favorite, Basang Jiaba, are asking you to surrender. Does the host agree?”
"Option 1: Agree to the Tibetan general's request and surrender. The host will rise to the top in Tubo. Within three years, he will surpass the current Grand Marshal of Tubo, Gar Qinling, and become the Grand Marshal of Tubo Kingdom. He will be below one person and above ten thousand people.”
"Option 2: Refuse to surrender. The host will obtain the same physical strength and power as the real Dingyuan General Yang Hao. However, it was unknown whether they could survive this battle.”
Haha!
At a time like this, a mission and an option was enough.
Wasn't this asking Yang Hao to choose between life and death?
It was obvious that if he chose one, he would be able to live, live well, and live to be second only to one person and above ten thousand people!
Choosing the second option would increase his personal abilities.
Previously, he had Huo Qubing's martial arts inheritance, but his physical strength wasn't as complete as Huo Qubing's. It was only enough to use the corresponding martial arts.
The real Great Tang Dingyuan General Yang Hao had practiced martial arts from a young age. 300 valiant cavalry, exterminating 3,000 cavalry, and even killing three generals, this was no joke.
But at this moment, it was meaningless.
There were only a hundred of them, and they were surrounded by more than eight thousand people. How could they fight?
Even if the Overlord was alive, he would probably die of exhaustion.
Without a doubt, choosing the second option meant choosing immortality!
He couldn't be bothered to look at this big guy. He looked at Jiang Ke and the soldiers and smiled faintly.
Haha!
"He wants me to surrender. What do you think?”
Yang Hao ignored the system and asked his brothers directly.
"Surrender? That's impossible."
Haha!
"Yes, absolutely not!"
The answer was unanimous, and Yang Hao was very pleased.
His main body had transmigrated and met the hero's client. It was good that he could use his identity to survive and not be a refugee.
But to live, one had to have a basic principle. Even if one was not loyal to the Emperor, one had to be loyal to the blood of the Han!
I can't embarrass my client!
" System, I choose two!"
At the same time, in reality, he picked up the Bright Silver Plum Blossom Spear and pointed it at Basang Jiaba.
His eyes lit up, and a cold light blossomed!
"I'm a citizen of the Celestial Empire, a Fifth Grade Dingyuan General of the Great Tang.”
"Is he worthy?"
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