Is it snowing?

In the early morning, the Tibetans, who were sleeping soundly in their tents outside the city, suddenly heard a strange sound, like the kind of small sound made by the heavy snow falling on the ground.

But now it was August, and they opened their eyes in confusion, and listened to the sound getting louder and clearer, it was the sound of countless pairs of feet, stepping on the mud, and even the ground trembled slightly because of the similar frequency.

As they hurriedly lifted the curtain and opened the door, they were all stunned by what they saw.

On the vast grassland, countless figures are running desperately, some of them are riding horses, some are driving cattle and sheep, and most of them are only on foot, but no matter which one they are, they all have the same expression on their faces.

Wrath.

And looking at the clothes on their bodies, it is clear that they are all mediocre slaves of various tribes, and what is even more puzzling is that they are led to rush to the top by three Tang Dynasty soldiers with bright armor, and those flying red tassels are like fires from hell, making them cold all over their bodies.

"The Tang people are here!"

The tribal leaders who had managed to escape under the butcher's knives of the mountain people were the first to react, and they didn't have time to clean up anything, so they ran backwards with all their brains, because the tide of people had already rushed into the streets.

And those who didn't have time to escape immediately became their targets, these nobles who were once high and invincible, were cut down in the mud by the cheap slaves in their eyes, and even the wails seemed so weak, because everyone knew that these Han people would not let them go.

The sound of fighting sounded everywhere under the vast city, and those Tubo people who knew that they had no way to live took up their arms and started a fight with the Han people, but although they were tall and strong, they were extremely brave, and they could easily knock down one, and soon a second or third would pounce on them.

Soon, these resistances were overwhelmed by the tide of people, and those Tubo people who were trampled to death after being knocked down never imagined that the Han people, who looked extremely cowardly and could beat and scold and oppress at will, could burst out with such great courage and were not even afraid of death.

The Tibetans were frightened, and they fled desperately backwards, hoping to get as far away from these Han Chinese as possible.

The tide flooded the land, and Liu Ji and his men hurried unhurriedly with these Tubo, not caring at all whether they could escape or not, because their target was not the boundless plateau, but the city in the distance.

"Close the gates!"

The defenders of the city clearly saw this scene, and Shang Jiezan, who came in a hurry, gave an order without hesitation, and the front gate was slowly closed, and the Tubo people who fled first finally came to the city, facing an impassable high wall.

"Please, open the door."

"Let us in, whatever you want."

At stake, these leaders had to put down their reserve and kneel in front of their eyes, even if the one standing above them was a lowly slave in their eyes.

Shang Jiezan looked at everything in front of him without saying a word, only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was even colder, the city was full of Tibetan people, not only could they not protect, but they had to close the door to escape.

But what if you don't? He had already seen the figure of the Tang people, even if there were only three horsemen, and the endless stream of figures behind them had changed the color of the grassland, just with the less than 10,000 soldiers in the city, plus more than 20,000 people temporarily recruited, more than half of whom were Yong slaves.

How many troops should he send to save these people? How many people will be able to return to the city?

"Prepare for war, don't you see the Tang people coming, hurry up to the city wall!" Annoyed, he drew his knife and gave a loud command.

The slaughter under the city continued, and most of the people were driven in the direction of the city, the walls built on the hills, and the direction of the main gate was an extremely wide slope, but no matter what, it could not accommodate thousands of people to squeeze in.

The city walls were full of people, and the gates were closed, and they could do nothing but beg bitterly, and the Han pressed on, and soon surrounded them, leaving only the direction facing the city gates.

"The defenders of the city are not stupid." Liu Ji looked at this situation and frowned slightly.

He used it once in Nepal, and this time, they still haven't been fooled, so there is only one way left.

"See, the gods have abandoned them, even the Zampu in the city has abandoned them, it's time to give full play to the kindness in our bones, let it play the final role, send them to the gods, and complain about the injustice in this world."

"Kill!"

After the stimulation of blood, seeing these nobles trembling under their eyes, all the Han people became excited, and the Tang people who led them had already rushed up the hillside on horseback, not far from there, the capital of the Tubo people.

Liu Ji is still overcoming psychological obstacles, after all, the education of later generations has been reminding him that no matter what he has done before, these people are currently just lambs to the slaughter, but strategically, he has no other way to think of.

The Han people held their weapons high and followed him, mercilessly sending them into the bodies of the Tibetans, harvesting their lives, and even the women and children, joined in, and under the noses of the defenders of the city, they vented the pain and humiliation they had endured over the years.

Maybe it's because they think of their loved ones dying so easily, most of them are in tears, those familiar or unfamiliar names, called out in a language that even they themselves feel unfamiliar, it turns out that some things have been carved into their bones, no matter how many years have passed, they have never been forgotten, but they have been deliberately pressed into their memories.

That's ...... Chinese, the most beautiful language in the world, everyone is venting their emotions, even if it is upside down, it makes people feel funny, like a mother who has finally found her child and can't wait to show her maternal love.

Slowly, the slaughter spread in the direction of the city gate, and the defenders could clearly see how they killed a begging person one by one.

Shang Jiezan was trembling all over, it was their kindred, maybe there were people who were relatives of the defenders, letting them die like this was a huge blow to the morale of the defenders, and he seemed to have felt the anger behind him.

It's like the tide.

Purging in.