Chapter 170: The Siege of Tibet

February, a bright month, trial operation: jasper makeup into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down green silk; I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. This poem by He Zhizhang aptly shows the Tang Dynasty in February, Chang'an in February, and the beauty of February.

The green tree, towering high, as if made up, seductive, thousands of thin hanging green silk, thousands of willows, hanging a thin bone, adding a few green leaves, fluttering with the wind, hanging down, dotted with a faint silk thread, it seems to be a beautiful picture formed by the spring breeze cutting, such a beautiful picture, such a fascinating painting, let people suddenly enter the February of the Tang Dynasty.

February is a good season and a season full of life.

A small town that resisted the attack of Tibet, this town that has experienced countless storms and rains, and countless blood, has high city walls, towering around, protecting everything inside, and there are many soldiers standing on the city wall, waiting for battle, looking coldly ahead, without the slightest fear, the soldiers are holding iron bows and arrows in their hands, aiming below, and rows are ready to be on top of the city wall.

There is no joy on the face, there is no sadness, there is no regret, the firm eyes are staring ahead, there is no way to retreat, the place where they are standing is already the last line of defense, they can no longer retreat, behind them are powerless people, those Tibetan thieves enter the city, they have no power to resist, they can only meet them with a long knife to slash and kill.

Columns of soldiers, with a belief that they would die to defend the city, were ready to die here, without that sadness in their eyes, no fear, only indifference.

In front of these soldiers, there stood a soldier with the gaze of a general, his gray beard mottled in the pitch-black beard, his gray temples slightly exposed from the armor, facing the cold wind, the cold wind blew his face, a strong and somewhat old and haggard face, but these on his face could not stop his determined eyes, looking straight into the distance.

Facing his sight is a group of extremely crazy soldiers, no, it can't be said to be soldiers, it should be said to be robbers, countless people stay below, neatly arranged, one after another, there is no end in sight, roughly count, how can there be tens of thousands of soldiers, and then there will be endless wind and dust, horseback riding, whistling, roaring, mixed in mid-air, mixed with rolling dust, forming a shocking picture of the desert, lonely smoke, surging soldiers, and thousands of horses galloping.

The orderly soldiers stayed outside the city wall, with the order of the general in front, the horses behind stopped one after another, arranged neatly, followed the general's hand and looked at the sky, the soldiers on the city wall, the soldier behind him, the set of clothes on his body, the firm eyes under the clothes, raised the horse and whipped it, the horses spun and walked, circle after circle, the eyes always fell on the figure, and shouted angrily: "Tang Dynasty children, dare to come out to fight the winner." ”

The soldiers on the city wall looked back at the general, asking him how to do it, whether he wanted to agree to his invitation to fight, Jiang Ke stroked his beard, his eyes looked solemnly at the menacing Tubo army, neat steps, heavy armor, overwhelming momentum, and then looked at his side, cowardly before fighting, his eyes did not have the firmness just now, and he was frightened by the lineup of these Tubo troops.

Among them, there is no shortage of recruits, nervously holding bows and arrows, the veterans around them gave the recruits a nodding motion, and the recruits calmed down, and looked at the past, whether it was weapons or momentum, it was a level weaker, if this kind of army went out directly, it would not be enough for these tiger and wolf armies to swallow it in one bite, heads-up? Just kidding, Sun Tzu has a cloud in the Art of War: know each other and know your friends, and win all battles.

"General, do we want it?"

A person came up beside him, staring at the army in the distance, and simply made a direct action to obliterate him, this person is not very old, his burly body, erased the angular face, and was sharpened by the wind and sand, but he still couldn't cut the blood in his heart, Jiang Ke waved his hand and suppressed his words, and said: "It's not appropriate to dispatch, the enemy's situation is unknown, we can't travel casually, the enemy is menacing this time, it must be prepared, I think it's better to wait." ”

Jiang Ke analyzed the enemy's situation, did not dare to act rashly, at this time he must be calm, even if the enemy came to the gate of the city and shouted beasts, Huangkou Xiaoer, he couldn't take his many soldiers out to fight hard, what if there was fraud?

The man did not continue to speak, nodded lightly, looked at the enemy, and continued to analyze the strangeness in it, Jiang Ke was very satisfied with his reaction, with the demeanor of a general, this person will definitely have a place in the court in the future.

"The whole army is on alert, beware of sneak attacks."

Jiang Ke gave an order, all the soldiers raised their vigilance, alerted to the surrounding environment, and beware of all threats from the enemy, the man followed behind Jiang Ke, constantly learning from what he was, and planning in his mind how to block the enemy's attack this time, and how to rout the enemy, from the equipment, momentum, and numerical superiority of both sides, and even immediately fighting, after comparing them one by one, it was not very ideal.

The number of people is about the same, there are a little more than 50,000 soldiers guarding this city, which is still counting a lot of recruits, the real combat power is only a little more than 30,000, and the enemy is only 30,000 people, looking at the number of people, in fact, many people on the other side are fighting immediately, that is to say, they can top a few infantry on a horse, and if they really want to fight, they are always the ones who suffer.

Therefore, there is only one way, and that is to occupy the position, use this wall, and block them from fighting immediately, so that their horses will be useless, and if they want to attack the city, there is only one way, and that is the human flesh tactic.

However, this method is obviously difficult to achieve, for the sake of this small town, the Tubo people will not fight like this, so the question is, what method will they use to attack the city? The man kept thinking, thinking again and again, looking at the city wall below, the soldiers, and the closed gate, and then looking up from the moat, until he saw a place where the soldiers were relatively weak, and there were soldiers who did not know when the Tibetan soldiers appeared, and they were approaching there cautiously, gradually leaning up.

He was suddenly shocked, and his exclamation disturbed Jiang Ke beside him, and Jiang Ke scolded loudly: "Shide, the military camp is heavy, and there is no noise." ”

The man who was called Shide pointed to the place and exclaimed, "General, over there, look over there." ”

Jiang Ke looked over there in confusion, this look, it's amazing, some soldiers have approached there, and he is still stupidly waiting for the enemy to attack the city, ignoring that place, being swayed by these people in front of him, he was suddenly shocked, looked there in a panic, and said: "Shide, you hurry over there, I can do it here, remember, you must defend it, the city is here, and the city is dead...... People die ....... ”

"Yes, General."

The man quickly summoned a team of soldiers to run to that place, and couldn't wait, and a man in the Tubo matter below saw the direction Lou Shide was running to, and smiled coldly: "Hehe, have you finally found out?" However, it was too late, and the city itself was taken. ”

"Rush for me and kill those Tang children inside."

"Kill."

"Kill."

Boom, boom.

The huge catapult started, the sky-high boulder flew out, forming a parabola in the air, the parabola fell accurately, entered the city, made a huge vibration sound, the ground was shaky, Jiang Ke quickly regained his composure, a little mistake could not affect him, quickly commanded the layout, arranged the soldiers, waved his hand, the soldiers released arrows, bows and arrows rained, flying all over the sky, falling, taking away countless lives, horses overturned, bows and arrows fell through the heart, and died directly.

After a round of bows and arrows, there were many more corpses on the ground, the smell of blood filled the whole sky, as the wind blew, the boulders still continued, falling from above, and fiercely on the city wall, inside the city wall, the ground smashed countless deep pits, houses collapsed, soldiers were killed and wounded, and the people were even more tragic, firelight, gunsmoke, and screams rose to the sky.

The wind was loud, the complaints were abounding, the wounded had no time to rescue, the bodies of the dead were piled on the ground, the half-dead soldiers who were crushed shouted for help, and after another round of bows and arrows, the cavalry had arrived at the city wall, and the soldiers who followed behind raised a high ladder, waved it vigorously, and put it on the city wall, and the soldiers rushed up frantically.

Climb up the ladder, one is dead and the other is there, and then continuously, like Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, catapults, enemy archers began to dispatch, order, the bow and arrow swept, whether it is their own soldiers or not, kill directly, the bow and arrow do not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy to kill, the soldier's corpse was crumbling, fell down directly, and hit a lot of soldiers, after a round of bows and arrows, the soldiers on the city wall were killed and injured countless times.

The follow-up soldiers quickly made up, listened to the order, and came to the position in an orderly manner, too late to release the arrows, draw the knife and kill, come up and kill one, the soldiers kept replacing them, the knife rose and fell, the blood splashed, scattered all over the ground, stained the cold city wall, and added a lot of souls to the city wall that had been stained with countless blood, Jiang Ke waved his sword, and killed when he waved, as there were more and more soldiers, the Tubo soldiers below could not cope with it, and they fell to the ground one after another, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

"Woo."

The order was blown, one wave was not finished, and then the second wave, a group of Tubo soldiers flew up, menacing, not giving a chance to rest, frantically attacking the city, making Jiang Ke's eyes shrink: "These Tubo thieves are determined to break through this city." ”

The movement in his hands is not slow, he keeps commanding, and does not let those Tubo soldiers come up, this is the only thing he can do, and on the other side, he can't control so much, and he is completely dragged by the crazy Tubo soldiers and cannot support.

"Shide, you have to hold on!"