The red sun lit up the people fighting on the city wall, but all of a sudden, and then a whimpering roar sounded above the heads of the tiger and leopard army, and they raised their heads, and then saw the arrows that covered the sky, and then their bodies were pierced by this terrible rain of iron, and nailed to the city wall. However, in a short moment, there was not a single living person on this section of the ten-zhang city wall, but it was only full of black arrows. All the people who were fighting trembled and looked at the black military formation in the distance.

Under the city wall, the Tubo generals who supervised the battle soon realized that this was the Great Qin army opening a way for them to climb the city wall, so they urged their soldiers to climb the city wall along the ladder even harder. As the arrows that covered the sky and the sun continued to fall on the walls, his eyes turned to ashes as he watched the rain of iron that seemed to be the end of the world, and he knew that he had been completely defeated, and that the city of Raks, which he and his father had built for two generations, would be destroyed today.

The terrifying rain of iron finally stopped, and then several empty areas appeared on the wide city wall, and then the Tibetan soldiers and the remaining old and weak women and children who climbed up the ladder howled and killed the already frightened tiger and leopard army, so the bloody battle on the city wall began again, and in the distance, the black army retreated like a tide. Although Li Ang had enough arrows in his hand to kill and wound the tiger and leopard army on the city wall more, he did not want to waste it, he had already opened the door of victory for those Tibetans, but he only had to pay a little more price for them, he felt that he was already very fair.

The walls of the city were in turmoil, and the tigers and leopards were no longer able to threaten the steady stream of soldiers climbing up from below. They fought with the old and weak, the women and children, and the soldiers, who were driven by revenge and greed. There's no time for anything else. He wants to make a last stand, as long as he can kill all these people, he can hold some of them, maybe when the time comes, the men and horses who attacked Yelu will come back in time, and he will flank the damn Great Qin army inside and out.

He joined the battle group himself, and his lead boosted the morale of the defenders and the Haw Par Army. For a while, the battle on the city wall was stalemate, and both the attacking and defending sides invested all their manpower to fight for control of the city wall, and in this almost crazy killing, people kept falling, and blood spilled from their bodies and flowed down the walls of the city wall. From a distance, the whole city of Logos turned scarlet, and there was a kind of strange poignancy.

Leon rode on his horse, looked at the attack and defense of the city wall like a meat grinder, and looked back at the officers, "I think you have seen with your own eyes how cruel this siege war is, and now you understand what you are carrying on your shoulders?" Leondi's voice was majestic and deep, and behind him were these officers. They are the people he fancies, they don't have those broad bad faults, they are real soldiers, there is no ridiculous justice in their hearts, only real victories.

"Lead our soldiers to survive and win at the lowest cost." It was a long time before one of the officers replied that they were more than most of their colleagues. Be more ruthless. Many of them were originally just fire chiefs. Captains, but now they have become officers above the rank of captain. Leon used the authority within his authority to promote them and make them the backbone of the army.

"Looks like you've got it." Looking at the iron-like faces, Li Ang nodded, and then said in a loud voice, "You will become the backbone of the Great Qin Legion in the future, so you must remember that letting the soldiers make senseless sacrifices because of the so-called righteousness is a crime, a crime against the empire and the legion, and it is an unforgivable foolishness, so people are not worthy of being soldiers, they should go to the academy to teach, instead of killing their colleagues and robes on the battlefield." ”

Li Ang's voice echoed in the cold wind, hitting the hearts of every standing officer, many years later, when they looked back on this past again, they had become important figures in the Great Qin Army, at that time they were very glad that they had the honor to listen to Li Ang's admonition, but at this moment they only felt that their blood was boiling, they did not think carefully about Li Ang's words, they were just excited by Li Ang's encouragement to them, in the eyes of their colleagues, they were a group of hateful and inhuman executioners, It was only with Leon that they understood how glorious they were.

"They're tinder." When Li Ang looked at the city in the distance again, he said to Huang Yuan beside him. Nodding silently, Huang Yuan didn't speak, he had been in the Black Cavalry and the Logistics Department of the Ministry of War for many years, he understood that the hard-trained and well-equipped Great Qin Legion was no longer the Great Qin Legion of the past, thirty years of peace had made them lose a lion-like heart, compared to their ancestors, they lacked the ruthlessness and bloodthirstiness of that soldier, they were the best soldiers, but they were not the best soldiers. Right now

These young officers who were summoned by Li Ang will become the tinder, and will be ruthless and give the Great Qin Legion, only then will the Great Qin Legion become the invincible iron-blooded legion in the past, and no one can defeat it.

Snowflakes began to fall in the sky at some point, feeling the sudden cold, Li Ang kept staring at Luo Qicheng and turned his gaze to Huang Yuan, and nodded lightly at him.

The sound of fierce horses' hooves sounded, and Huang Yuan rode his horse, leading more than a dozen sniper crossbowmen trained by his side, galloping to the foot of the city wall, he wanted to end the killing that had satisfied Li Ang. Looking at the dozen or so black knights who were galloping over, the Tibetan generals who commanded the siege at the foot of the city wall knelt down and paid their respects to them.

"Let them find out the Sacri Praise for me, and tell me." Huang Yuan threw his binocular clairhandie to the interpreter and asked him to hand it over to the Tibetan generals. Listening to the interpreter's relay, a Tibetan general carefully took the brass-polished binocular clairvoyant, and looked at the city wall in the distance under the guidance of the interpreter beside him, and then his mouth resounded with continuous exclamations.

At Huang Yuan's urging, the Tubo general reluctantly handed back the binocular clairvoyant mirror in his hand, and then he explained to Huang Yuan the direction and appearance of Nangri Lunzan. Taking the clairvoyant mirror, Huang Yuan found his prey according to what the Tubo general said, and he also saw the appearance of this Tubo king, not as rough as he imagined, he was a tall and thin middle-aged man, with sharp facial features.

"Eight feet tall, hooked nose, thin eyes, thin lips..."Huang Yuan looked through the clairvoyant mirror at the figure of many soldiers on the city wall, and his mouth continued to report all kinds of words to describe his appearance, and the twelve hand-selected and trained broken guards beside him took out their sniper heavy crossbows, and under the jaw-dropping gaze of the Tibetan generals on the side, he opened his huge crossbow arms, tightened the strings, and then wound the three-foot-long black three-edged armor-piercing crossbow, and then looked for the person described in Huang Yuan's mouth through the monocular mirror on the crossbow.

"Found it." One after another crossbow guards responded to Huang Yuan, when he heard the answer of the twelfth broken guard, Huang Yuan picked up his crossbow and also aimed at the Tubo king on the city wall, a distance of 1,200 steps, sniping the enemy chief in such a dense battlefield crowd, even he didn't dare to say that he could be stable, so he brought twelve broken army guards and saw off with him for the praise of the sun.

Each of the Broken Army Guards had their hands on the crossbow machine, their eyes locked on their prey through the monocular, they controlled the rhythm of their breathing, and the hands holding the heavy giant crossbow were terrifyingly steady, they were waiting for Huang Yuan's order, and there was no slack in their spirits.

"Shoot!" In the silence, a not-so-loud voice sounded, and then in an instant, a violent vibrating sound tore through the air and emitted a sharp whistling. The Tibetan generals who were watching from the side were frightened by this loud noise, and they looked in horror at Huang Yuan and the twelve guards who had put away their crossbows and mounted their horses, and only after a while did they come back to their senses and stretched out their heads to look at the city wall.

In the fighting, he didn't hear the sound of powerful arrows breaking through the air, until he felt that a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, he seemed to understand what was happening, but at this time it was too late, his eyes were dilated in an instant, he fell to the sky, and Huang Yuan's crossbow arrow pierced his eyebrows, which was amazingly accurate. Then, when the pro-soldiers who had come to his senses beside him pounced on him, twelve arrows came after him, piercing the bodies of the pro-soldiers, and piercing the vital points of the body of Nangri Ronzan, but these were of no use to him, for he was dead.

Looking at the fallen Nangri Ronzan, the pro-soldiers and the tiger and leopard army near him were stunned, their king died like this, so suddenly and unexpectedly. At the moment when they were in a daze, the Tibetan soldiers who were fighting with them shouted, "Nangri Praise is dead, Nangri Praise is dead, Nangri Praise is dead!" The shouts soon swept through the city walls, and the Tibetan soldiers, who were already somewhat unsupportable, were violently invigorated by the onslaught of the Haw Par Army, and the old and weak women and children who were still left, while the morale of their enemies, the soldiers defending the city and the Haw Par Army, plummeted, and although some of them did not believe the news, they did not hear any orders from Nang Ri Zhi Zan until they died.

The battle of the city walls ended before sunset, and the Haw Par Army, which had lost its Sangri Lunzan, was finally left with only 3,000 men and retreated into the inner city in panic. Amid a loud cheer, the Tibetan soldiers who had seized the city walls and the last remaining old and weak women and children opened the city gates, allowing the 30,000 soldiers outside the city to enter the city. Then, in the dim sky, the sky-high fire rose in the city, reflecting the sky red.