At the moment when Tongguan was breached, the Tang army's mountain camp was trampled by the Uighur cavalry, and the bones of 80,000 soldiers were not cold, but the Uighurs quickly drove to Xizhou, breaking the city in half a day, burning, killing and looting, and doing all kinds of evil.

On that day, the great Uighur warrior Rhythm Had led his elite soldiers into the city that was burning with fire, and looked at the Western Regions and the Tang people lying on the ground without the slightest pity.

Slowly marching towards the dilapidated streets, he was going to go to the Thorn Mansion in Xizhou, to enjoy the life of the world, Rhythm Hader had not dismounted for a long time, he was a loyal servant of Prince Ye Hu, and his brother, who was also a great warrior, had already arrived in the Thorn Mansion.

Surrounded by many sergeants, Rhythmhader was ahead of the curve, marching through the desolate streets, occasionally hearing the screams of women and children through the walls, and even the wild cats were so frightened that they did not dare to make a move, but as a great warrior of the Uighurs, he had a natural dignity.

The streets were littered with dilapidated stalls, unspeakable corpses, and scattered luggage, and there were a few imperceptible anomalies on the high walls of the square on the left and right.

Rhythm Hader, who was riding a war horse, did not find out about these things, now that Xizhou has been captured, the entire city is in his pocket, it is true that he should go to the Thorn Mansion early to enjoy the life of the Tang people with his brothers, after tonight, the only thing left in this Xizhou city is their Uighurs.

The warhorse walked forward without haste, and as he passed by a pile of corpses, Rhythmhard looked there suspiciously, his brow furrowed, for he saw the corpse of a quack, with three iron claws on his hands, and withdrew his gaze and continued on his way.

The wind suddenly blew strangely, making Rhythmhad's neck cold, and he turned his head in shock, only to see that the corpse had come back to life, and was getting up to attack him, and six iron claws tore his arm, but fortunately he dodged in time and did not let the other party succeed.

And behind him, there was the sound of arrows breaking through the wind, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only puff up his chest, and he was hit by an arrow, and he was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and as the main general, he fell down and dismounted first.

At this time, the elite soldiers on the left and right surrounded and slashed, and they all beckoned towards the wolf's claw.

The wolf claw of a blow wanted to evacuate quickly, but unexpectedly was entangled by the other party, a row of scimitars cut in, there was no way to avoid it, and he could only use his back to resist a few times, stepping on the collapsed wooden cart, turning towards the wall, just on the wall, a spear stabbed behind him, poked directly at the waist of the wolf claw, so that he fell down the opposite side of the wall, which was a fluke to survive.

The wind stood at the head of the wall, bent his bow and arrows, like a wolf full moon, looming for a moment and disappeared completely, put away his bow and arrows, and evacuated here, the assassination has been successful, there is no need to continue to entangle.

Rhythmhader, escorted by many sergeants, came to the Thorn's Mansion, his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, he lifted his clothes to reveal the shoulder of the arrow, the wound was purple and bruised, and black blood slipped out.

In this situation alone, many of the generals present were speechless, and the rhythm of Harder at this moment was so vague that he couldn't speak.

"This damn Tang people, just a few thieves, do you all eat horse manure! Useless stuff! Bolu also lost his temper beside him, and looked at his brother's poison into the bone marrow, extremely sad, and had no chance to save him, so he had to squat down, hold Rhythmhader's hand, and hold back the grief on his face.

"Bo... Law... Breud, brother... Junior... For Your Highness... For His Highness..."Before Rhythm Hader finished speaking, the look in his eyes dissipated.

Bolu was also furious, his hand holding Rhythm Hader was shaking violently, and he cried out in grief as a new bloody purge of Xizhou began.

At the same time, in the important town of Qiuzi, Li obviously led 100,000 Tang troops to hold the city, and under the dark clouds, the city wall seemed to have been brushed with vermilion paint, fresh and red.

The north wind howled in the middle wilderness of the truce, and new ladders were gradually transported to the battle line, and thousands of cooking smoke rose and slowly converged into a cigarette roll into the sky, piercing the clouds.

The birds did not dare to come closer, because the fight began again.

A few days later, the war continued.

The Tubo warriors who carried the ladder to the city wall were all brazenly not afraid of life and death, erected one cloud ladder after another, and the rain of arrows tilted upward, drowning the Tang army guarding the city, rolling logs and big stones flew down, smashing the ladder, and smashing the Tubo warriors under the city, and they came and went with each other.

It was dark, and the ten attacks of the Tubo people failed again, and the Tubo army blew the trumpet to collect the troops and repair them at night.

Li was obviously stained with stains, the spear in his hand had already been dyed red, he was physically and mentally exhausted, standing in front of the city tower, looking at the Tubo military camp where the bonfire was lit at night and the leg of mutton was eaten, he could only swallow the bitter saliva, the grain and grass in the army had already been exhausted, and the reserve sergeants had also been exhausted.

The city was about to be broken, and Li obviously looked around, and none of the generals who obeyed his orders were gone, and they were the brothers who usually drank and talked happily.

He no longer has the slightest hope for Datang, surrender? They will not let go of the people in the city, they will not surrender, they will fight to the death, they will still not let go of the people in the city, and there is nowhere to escape, Li is obviously in despair.

Where is the home and country, he hesitated, looking at the vast campfire of the Tubo people, the night wind blew, the headache was unbearable, the tall and mighty body fell like this, like an impregnable wall, Anxi Jiedu made Li obviously fall on the silent city wall.

A few days later, Li obviously woke up, he looked around, this is a small thatched hut, there is a feeling of sudden peerlessness, get up, only to find that this is in the prison, what a small thatched hut, see thatched is a thatched hut, it is quite ridiculous.

Within a few days, the great warriors of Tibet walked on the high platform, and proudly marched to the people in the city, holding their great general Li Ming, kicked the weak general to the platform, pushed him to the edge of the high platform, and raised the butcher's knife.

Li was obviously very noisy in his ears, looking at the people under the high platform, he pursed his dry and wrinkled mouth, and looked a little dazed, but he understood that he was dying.

Because there was a sea of blood under the high platform, and there were many ball-like heads, they were all soldiers of the Tang Army, and there was no one to collect the corpses after death, Li obviously cried with grief and indignation, and desperately turned his head to look at the sky, and caught a glimpse of the tall side of a Tibetan man and the butcher's knife that flashed with cold light.

Li obviously seemed to be back to the light, at this moment, the pain in his body was extremely clear, and his consciousness was also restored to clarity, crying and laughing, but with a tragic voice he asked, "Who will save my mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty..."

The people were so angry that they were now completely reduced to lambs, waiting to be slaughtered, ready to meet the cruel smiles of the marauders.

The north wind was still howling, the weeds were bathed in blood and grew under the high platform, and a few skinny hungry dogs took those heads away, but the question was raised with the wind, across tens of thousands of miles, and blown into Wu Yueya's dream. Read the latest chapter of "Steamed Tang Claw Book House" for free for the first time.