Although Don. The army also won several battles, but due to the harsh climate, severe cold and lack of oxygen on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the high altitude of the plateau, strong ultraviolet rays, thin and dry air, many Tang soldiers in the Central Plains were blown by the plateau wind and their faces were cracked with blood, and the exposed skin of their faces and necks was sunburned by the strong ultraviolet rays of the plateau, and even blisters. Many Tang soldiers in the Central Plains were too severe due to altitude sickness, which led to a great decline in combat effectiveness. In addition, due to the strict law of the Tubo country, the concerted efforts of the upper and lower levels, and the fierce and martial arts of the people, Tubo is located on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the attack on the Tang Dynasty can be condescending and go straight to Pingchuan; However, the Tang Dynasty attacked Tubo, but had to attack the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, which was cold and oxygen-deficient, and it was very inconvenient to march and fight. Therefore, the battle of Tang and Bo Tang. The army basically lost more than won less, and due to the large increase in the number of combat and non-combat attrition, Tang. The army suffered heavy losses in the war on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and Tibet, and its vitality was greatly damaged, and it had no strength to attack, and even the Western Regions and Qinghai had no elite troops to defend. The entire Qinghai and Western Regions were basically controlled by Tibet, and the entire southwest, northwest, and western borders of the Tang Dynasty were in crisis.

On July 25, 642 A.D., the Tang Dynasty. The army has just recaptured the stone fort city less than ten days, and was recaptured by the Tubo army sneak attack, Tang Hexi, Longyou area was divided into two pieces, now the Tubo army is attacking the last big city at the junction of Qinghai and Ganlong - Menyuan City, if the Menyuan City is breached, then the Ganlong area will be the gateway to the hole, and the Tubo army can drive straight into Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

In Chang'an City, the anxiety in people's hearts gradually grew, and the premonition of fear slowly flowed throughout the city.

The worst thing is not understanding the truth of the matter. All families with sons on the front line are anxiously praying that their children will not be in Menyuan City, where the Tubo army is fighting, but those who know that their relatives are in Menyuan City have to grit their teeth and claim that it is a very glorious thing for them to participate in this fierce battle that will forever defeat the Tubo people. Many women looked at each other with an unconcealed fear.

Hour after hour passed dreary, and the shadow of calamity hung over the city, and the hot sun seemed dim, until the people suddenly raised their heads and gazed at the sky in astonishment, as if not believing it to be clear and blue, but cloud-covered and drowsy. Everywhere you can see women gathering in groups in the corridors in front of the houses, on the sidewalks, and even in the middle of the streets, huddled together, telling each other that there is no good news, and at the same time trying to comfort each other and pretend to be brave. However, rumors circulated secretly, flying back and forth on the silent street like bats, saying that General Cheng Yanjin, who commanded in Menyuan City, had died and the battle was defeated, and the list of large casualties was coming in a steady stream. People tried not to believe it, but the neighbors near and far were so frightened that they ran to the center of the city, to the military headquarters, to ask for news, even bad news.

Crowds of people gathered around the station, hoping for news from the incoming signal corps, or waiting, quietly waiting, outside the distressed barracks, they were a surprisingly quiet crowd, silently gathering more and more. No one spoke. Occasionally, an old man begged for news in a trembling voice, and all one heard was the oft-repeated reply: The report of war from the west had nothing but that it had been fighting. But this not only did not offset the complaints of the people, but only strengthened the atmosphere of silence.

Women on foot or in horse-drawn carriages on the periphery are also becoming more and more crowded and crowded. The air around them was suffocated by the heat generated by the rubbing of shoulders and the dust stirred up by restless footsteps. The women did not speak, but their faces were blue and they pleaded with a silent eloquence that was much louder than crying.

Almost every household in Chang'an City has someone on the front line, whether he is a son, a brother, a father, a lover, or a husband. People were waiting for news that someone in their family might have been killed. They expect news of death, but they don't want to hear of defeat. They dispelled that notion of failure. Their people may be being sacrificed, or even at this moment, on the barren grass roasted by the sun in the mountains outside Menyuan City, or even at this very moment, Tang . The soldiers may be falling, like grain under hail, but the Tang they fought for will never fall. They may die in the thousands, but like the fruit of the dragon's teeth, thousands of newcomers, dressed in armor and armed with weapons, shouting slogans to defend their homeland and country, will emerge from the ground to take their place.

As for where these people will come from, no one knows yet.

They are just like they are convinced that there is a Buddha or "God" in heaven who is just and demands absolute faithfulness, and they are convinced that General Cheng Biting Jin is extraordinary, Datang. The army is invincible.

Many of the women stood motionless like statues of stone, but their dark eyes widened wider and wider; Some trembled, but endured not to say a word; Some of the older women stood up straight like Spartan mothers, but the few strands of gray hair that fell from the bun and scattered betrayed their inner confusion; Some of the women were as pale as ghosts......

A few days later, the bad news finally arrived, Menyuan City had fallen, after a fierce and brutal siege by the Tibetan army, and in fact, the entire Qinghai and Western Regions had fallen into the hands of the Tubo people. The Hexi and Longyou areas have been cut into two pieces, and the gateway to the Ganlong area has been opened.

The Tibetan army, led by the famous Tibetan general Gar Qinling, led an army of 300,000 troops all the way eastward, drove straight into the Tang Dynasty. All the way to conquer Ganzhou, Suzhou, Yuanzhou, Lingzhou and other places, the soldiers pointed directly at Chang'an, Kyoto, the Tang Dynasty.

The news of this catastrophe brought new panic and sadness to Chang'an City.

Qinzhou is the last barrier in the west of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, once Qinzhou is lost, the Tubo Iron Cavalry can drive straight into the east and go straight to Chang'an, the capital division of the Tang Dynasty. Li Shimin ordered Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong to go to Qinzhou to garrison to prevent the Tubo army from continuing to advance eastward. He personally led 100,000 imperial forest troops to guard Chang'an, the heart of the Tang Dynasty, and at the same time transferred Qilu, Liaodong and other places to Tang. The army rushed to the aid of Qinzhou. Li Shimin said in his heart: "General Wei Chi, General Qin, you must support me until the reinforcements arrive!" Now the safety of the Tang Jingshi depends on you! ”

The night was deep, the stars were dim, and the clouds obscured the clear glow of the moon.

"Heaven willing, peace tonight." The old man looked up at the sky, the sky was like ink, and the stars were dim, as if he could no longer hear the muttered prayer.

Suddenly, the whole earth trembled slightly in the night, and a low roar could be faintly heard in the distance, and the whole night seemed to be torn open.

Almost subconsciously, all the veterans shouted loudly: "100,000 urgent, ring bells, sound drums, enemy situation!" ”

The alarm bell on the watchtower on the left was the first to ring, and the dull bell echoed throughout the darkness. Immediately afterwards, the war drums on the watchtower on the right side "dong dong" rang non-stop, and the drum beat conveyed a high-spirited fighting spirit and a cold murderous atmosphere.

Tang on the city of Qinzhou. Jun was horrified to see the boundless darkness in the distance, as if a giant beast of the desolation was taking heavy steps, flowing out a long saliva, ready to swallow Qinzhou City in one gulp.

The bells and drums sounded in unison, and Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong, who had been sitting quietly in the big tent of the Chinese army, and were in a daze at the not very accurate map, stood up, frowning slightly.

A pro-soldier hurriedly broke in, his face was already covered with beads of sweat: "General Qi Wei Chi, General Qin, there seems to be a large number of cavalry attacking in the distance!" ”

Even in the big tent of the Chinese army, which was dozens of zhang away from the city gate, they could already faintly feel the trembling of the earth, Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong's faces tightened, this time I am afraid that there will be more than 100,000 people, this may be Gar. The vanguard of the 300,000-strong army of Qinling.

Seeing that Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong were silent, the pro-soldier secretly held his breath.

"Send someone to quickly order the defenders of the whole city, not to open the door to meet the enemy, and to defend Qinzhou to the death!" Wei Chi Jingde said loudly.

Qin Qiong added: "Order the garrisons in the city to go up to the wall in turn according to the order, success or failure lies in tonight, all departments must fight to the death!" ”

The soldier nodded solemnly and turned away.

Wei Chi Jingde stood up, "General Qin, let's go to the city tower together to have a look." ”

"Good! General Wei Chi, let's go! ”

The two hurried to the head of Qinzhou City.

The ground shook even more, and a strange, singular roar could be faintly heard in the distance.

Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong had just ascended to the west gate of Qinzhou.

"General, the Tibetan Tartars are here!" An adjutant general reported to the two generals.

Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong nodded, at such a critical moment, what they needed was their calmness.

"Tubo Tartar light cavalry, three hundred steps!" A shout came from the watchtower.

In the midst of this urgent voice, the last bed ballista was also in place.

One of the commanders shouted angrily, "Shoot the arrow!" ”

The sound of breaking the wind is so poignant, but to the ears of every soldier, it is incomparably beautiful and moving.

There were already even more terrible screams in the wind in the distance, and everyone was still confident in the effect of the large bed crossbow.

"Wind!" It was another loud voice in the darkness.

Qinzhou Tang. The army seems to be a never-ending machine, skillfully winding, and skillfully pulling the trigger of a god arm crossbow or a bed crossbow. The screams in the distance are like an excellent lubricant, constantly ensuring that the machine runs wildly.

And on the road ahead, through the bright light of the fire, you can already see the dense charging cavalry, although the rows are falling, but more are still behind, like a moving dark cloud, quickly and coldly advancing forward.

Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong stood in the light, like two statues, quietly listening to the sound of bows and crossbows, as if it was the most pleasant fairy music in the world.

Qin Zhou in the darkness trembled at the sound of horses' hooves, as if the omnipotent and all-devouring god of darkness trembled, and retreated gloomily in the sea of torches that burned half of the sky. The bright moon and the starry sky have all disappeared, and some are just horses galloping like dark clouds in the wilderness.

If it was a row of monstrous waves, the Tang . The army was at the top of a reef, either the roaring waves were beaten into splashes, or the reef was crushed to pieces in the incessant impact.

"Shoot the arrows!" On the slightly thin city wall in the huge waves, there were angry shouts one after another. The dense arrows were like locusts that came from all over the world, harvesting cheap life in the darkness ahead. In the faint light of the fire, every light horse that leaned out of the sky would be swallowed up by the rain of arrows, or fall off the horse with a scream, or a whine for their life, and turn into meat under the hooves of the robe and horse that followed.

And the darkness also echoed with different pronunciations of shouts, although there were not many, but very tricky arrows also shot out from the dark night that symbolized the unknown and symbolized death, and accurately hit Tang on the wall. Sergeant.

Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong were silent, watching a famous lieutenant and a famous capital head methodically command the soldiers to attack the enemy who was getting closer and closer.

"General Qiyu, the trebuchet of the Tibetan Tartars is here!" A deputy commander hurriedly jumped down from the watchtower, and hurried to Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong in three steps and two steps.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, the sound of stone projectiles fired by trebuchets hitting the city walls. The entire wall trembled slightly, and there was no damage other than for one soldier to fall.

"Bang bang bang!" A series of loud noises continued to be heard, and as the trebuchets were in place one after another, the city walls could not help but tremble violently in the midst of such an intense attack.

"Hold on!" Yu Chi Jingde shouted coldly, and pulled out his saber, wisps of chill seeped out from the flashing knife, and several personal soldiers who had not experienced the battle formation on Yu Chi Jingde's side subconsciously shivered.

Qin Qiong also pulled out his saber, and in his calm and almost cold voice, there was an irresistible domineering: "Whoever dares to say goodbye will not be forgiven!" ”

Feeling the murderous aura coming to the face, the horns in the Tubo army formation in the distance were also endless, and a group of light horsemen rushed like a desperate rush, perhaps only a small half of them could rush through the blocking of arrows, or maybe only five or six of the small half of the people could shoot arrows and return calmly, but they did not flinch because of this, and the plateau people also had their innate murderous spirit and the courage to become more and more courageous.

"Bang!" Another stone bullet slammed into the wall, and the whole wall trembled.

But Qinzhou Tang, who was already red-eyed. The army, however, did not loosen up in the slightest, but only pulled the trigger almost mechanically and frantically, pouring down all the arrows in the quiver......

A night of bloody fighting.

At the dawn, a wave of horns sounded outside the layers of cavalry, and although some reluctantly, the Tubo cavalry, which had been charging upwards like a fierce god all night, still had to retreat slowly.

Qinzhou Tang. The officers and men of the army, large and small, also seemed to have collapsed, gasping for breath and slumping on the city wall.

Hundreds of cavalry under the banner of Tubo slowly appeared from afar, they did not gallop on horseback, but walked slowly on the battlefield crisscrossed by corpses and rivers of blood.

Two Tibetan men dressed as captains hugged the burly and handsome middle-aged man in the middle. The middle-aged man was of pure Tibetan blood, with high cheekbones, a high nose, dark skin, and a red color that had been exposed to ultraviolet rays for many years, like blood oozing out of his dark skin, and his eyes were like torches, looking mighty and strong. Although the armor he wears is only a very ordinary bright silver armor among generals, the aura of a superior and the demeanor of a general revealed between his eyebrows can still make the people around him respectfully impressed.

That man was none other than the Tibetan general Gar. Chin Ling.

Gar. Qin Lingfang looked into the distance: "'Left Gate God' Wei Chi Jingde and 'Right Gate God' Qin Qiong are indeed two fierce generals, but your Qinzhou Tang. The army is crippled, let's see how long you can hold on! ”

The Tubo cavalry lined up neatly in the open outskirts of Qinzhou City, row after row, like black waves, and there was no end in sight.

The Tibetan cavalry trampled the corpse-strewn battlefield, over the muddy ground and the verdant grass after the rain, and flew into a whirlwind. Although a lot of manpower has been lost, the indomitable momentum of the Tubo cavalry charging has not diminished at all, and the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground also hit everyone's hearts, even Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong, who are a hundred feet away, can feel this shocking power when they stand there, not to mention the soldiers in front of the Tubo cavalry.

The sound of the horn sounded again, and it was extremely harsh in the open countryside, and a new round of attacks by the Tibetan army began......