It was not that Beiliang City did not have any reserve soldiers, but it was only afternoon and they could not change them.
Their military strength was limited to begin with. If they were to use reserve troops now, this battle would not be able to be fought.
In the face of the menacing Turks, the number of Turkic soldiers that had dared to come was close to a million, which was basically half of the Turkic youth.
Tang Xiao had to be careful.
Fortunately, there were still 30,000 ordinary soldiers left.
Lin Chong was currently reorganizing them. One had to know that this was a battle that concerned the sixteen cities of the Northern Desert and close to a million people.
The officials didn't know, but Tang Xiao knew that 80% of the population in the north of the desert were women, children, and the elderly, and less than 100,000 were young and strong.
The reason was that he had been killed by the Turks. After so many wars over the years, the desert had long since become a gathering place for widows.
And the combat strength of these young men was basically zero.
The 30,000 ordinary soldiers had to be screened again. Every one of them was a living person. They had their own hearts and thoughts.
Tang Xiao had never thought of himself as a savior or a god.
Perhaps this was how the Tang Army viewed him, but it was also an act that had been put on for more than ten years.
It was quite laughable. After pretending, he really pretended to be such a person.
The enemy finally rushed up. Luo Yi rushed to Tang Xiao's side and hurriedly asked if he needed the reserve team.
Tang Xiao shook his head.
Then, Tang Xiao also rushed to the front line of the city wall.
He and Zilong could block at least 100 feet. This was the power of a grandmaster.
Zilong's spear technique was elegant, and the Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix Spear was most suitable for group battles.
The tip of the spear emitted countless rays of light in the air. It was as if a hundred birds had come at the same time.
Tang Xiao, on the other hand, was different. His swordsmanship was ethereal, like a gentle breeze blowing across the earth.
However, his spear technique was tyrannical and as fierce as a raging fire.
The most overbearing spear technique in the world was none other than Feng Xinglie's Prairie Fire Spear Technique. When he used it, the red spear expanded and formed thousands of red spear shadows. They were like wildfire that burned towards the opponent.
But that was just a prairie fire.
Tang Xiao's spear technique was the fire of hell. Even in the sea, it could burn endlessly. As long as you touched it, your skin would be torn and your flesh would be wrapped in the fire.
Both of them were at the Grandmaster Realm, and their internal strength was endless. Their breaths were long, and even though they had killed countless people, they were only breathing lightly. There was no sign of fatigue at all.
With these two people joining the battle, it immediately made the occupation much easier.
Luo Yi was not weak at all.
Rumor had it that Luo Yi's spear technique originated from the Jiang Family Spear of Jiang Wei from the Three Kingdoms. He had extracted the essence from it and removed the dregs. Adding on his own understanding, he had turned it into his own spear technique.
Luo Clan's Spear.
It was vicious and ruthless, and it would kill you without a trace.
Jiang Wei was a vicious person to begin with, and Luo Yi wasn't any weaker. His spear technique was truly more vicious than the Five Poisons.
Luo Yi was also an unruly person. He had already seen that he was no match for Zhao Zilong, but he did not feel defeated at all.
Killing was his nature, and unyielding was his special trait.
Not now didn't mean that it wouldn't work in the future.
When Luo Yi thought of this, the spear in his hand danced even faster and more ruthlessly.
In his previous life, there was a line in the lyrics that Tang Xiao had forgotten to describe. The lyrics were written like this:
" The spear strikes like a dragon, shaking the heavens!"
But in Tang Xiao's eyes, this was a description of Zi Long.
Zhao Zilong was loyal, righteous, and chivalrous.
Xiang Yu's spear was overbearing, Yue Fei's spear king was domineering, and only Zi Long was the spear of the mortal world, the spear of loyalty.
"Kill them!" Tang Xiao admired the heroes of China for five thousand years, but he had his own pride.
In his previous life, he had practiced boxing for three years before he entered the provincial team. He was from Inner Mongolia, and the level of the Inner Mongolia boxing team was needless to say.
Later on, he also studied martial arts, Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, and so on. Although he did not master it, he rarely failed in the arena.
He had his diligence and his pride.
The ancient Fire Dragon Spear was truly a perfect match for him. The crimson Fire Dragon Spear made people feel that it was not a spear at all.
It was a real fire dragon that was wreaking havoc on the vast land.
Every stab was like a fire dragon breathing fire.
The spear was also long enough. Tang Xiao's smile was like a spring breeze, but even in a fight, he couldn't look any different.
However, his horned arms told people that this person's divine power was unparalleled.
With a sudden thrust, he had already pierced through four or five Turkic Khaganates, just like the famous snack of the capital in his previous life, the candied haws.
Tang Xiao raised his arm.”
At this moment, everyone was stunned. Four or five burly men who were impaled by the Fire Dragon Spear were lifted up by Tang Xiao with one arm.
Tang Xiao suddenly flung the four or five men off the city wall, leaving a deep hole in the ground.
Along the way, three or four people were killed.
Tang Xiao laughed heartily and shouted,
"This is awesome. Come on, bastards!”
Big shots, ah!
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