"We are Han Chinese."

Xiao Si's mouth, involuntarily following the slogan of the city, muttered, the bow and arrow in his hand, drooped down, although every arrow he shot at the top of those corpses.

The slaves around him reacted the same as him, and the slogans of the Han people overshadowed everything, like the bell in the morning, ringing heavily in their hearts, the long-lost name, the familiar and unfamiliar language, awakening their long-lost memories.

Once, they were the subjects of a powerful empire, with an enviable status, hard work, and no quarrel with the world, which was the best memory in the world, like a dream in a previous life, so far away that people couldn't believe it.

However, at this moment, the crowd dressed up with them tore apart those dreams and presented them bloodily in front of them.

Beside him, a teenager, Yi Yi opened his mouth, and what Xiao Si's ears heard was a strange tone.

"Rare ......"

Another Han slave who couldn't speak Chinese, he couldn't help but correct: "It's 'Han'"

"Han." The teenager struggled to learn his pronunciation, getting closer and closer.

"We are Han Chinese, we ......," he said, raising his bow and arrows at the figures standing at the head of the city.

Tibetan people.

"Fearless."

With a "whoosh", the bowstring was let go by him, and with a dull sound, the feathered arrow burst through the air, stirring the air around it.

Shang Jiezan sensed the abnormality on the city wall, and was turning to look, when he suddenly found that an arrow had arrived in front of him, he subconsciously turned his head, and the feather arrow flew past his scalp and shot at the guards on the side, causing him to let out a loud scream, which made his ears numb.

Yong slaves want to rebel?

This fact made him in a trance for a moment, and by this time, the guards had already reacted and surrounded him.

"They're the opposite, these lowly slaves!" Shang Jiezan was so angry that he scolded.

The Tibetans reacted, a group of defenders rushed in the direction of the launch, they drew straight knives, with anger on their faces, anyone who understands this matter, but I am afraid that it will not be good.

There was a mess on the city wall, and when the slaves who were chained together found that the Tibetans were surrounding them with bad intentions, they all stood there motionless until they rushed up, and one of the slaves in front was cut down with a knife.

"Tubo, you want to kill us!" Xiao Si shouted as he shot the arrows in his hand, and the companions around him were the first to react, and the young man followed his direction tremblingly, raising the bow and arrow in his hand.

Condescending, and suddenly difficult, the behavior of the slaves is like a plague spreading, and the left and right are also dead, these people have been touched by those dusty memories after seeing the Han people under the city, at this time, suddenly it is like waking up from a dream, and there is no scruple at all.

"We are Han Chinese." The middle-aged man, who could still speak Chinese, hummed lowly, and then he pulled out his arrow and put it on the string, his eyes revealing anger.

He concealed a Tibetan man in the distance, and the fast-flying arrow accurately shot into the other party's body, and the man fell headlong, his expression was not excited, but his mouth increased the tone.

"Lao Tzu is Han!"

"We are Han!"

The city and the city shouted one after another at the same time, no matter how non-standard their pronunciation was, no matter what situation they were in, at this moment, they all converged into the same sentence.

"Kill them, not one of them will be left!" Shang Jiezan let out a desperate shout, and the Tibetan defenders under the city ran out of the barracks in a steady stream, rushing in the direction of the city wall from all sides.

Immediately afterwards, shouts rang out everywhere on the city wall, and the two sides fought desperately together, whether it was a slave or a Tubo, they were fighting to the death for survival, because everyone knew that this was a battle with no end, and the loser would not have a second result.

Rat.

Such a situation was something that Liu Ji had never thought of at the beginning, and at this time, of course, he knew what to do.

"Quick, pile it higher." He put the corpse in his hand on top of the pile of corpses.

Taking advantage of the interval when the arrows on the head of the city stopped, the Han people quickened their pace, and the Tubo people they killed became stepping stones, which were placed at the foot of the city, extending upwards little by little.

However, the city wall was too high, and soon, all the corpses found under the city gate were used up, and it was impossible to build a staircase enough to jump to the top of the city, listening to the shouts from the city wall, Liu Ji couldn't help but feel anxious, what a good opportunity, there was infighting in the city, which won them a precious respite, just a little more.

Seeing that he was about to fail, suddenly, behind the Han people's team, there was an abnormal movement, and countless figures rushed up, their shoulders, waists, and hands, all carrying or carrying a corpse.

"Get out of the way, it's the Elephant Male!" Liu Ji shouted a loud greeting, the Han people got out of the way, and those Xiangxiong people, led by Xiao Wu, rushed up one after another and piled the corpses underneath.

Their addition caused a slope to take shape at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, from the high top of the city to the bottom of the slope.

It was made of tens of thousands of corpses of Tubo and sacrificed Han and Zhangxiong people, there was only one chance, Liu Ji walked to his mount without hesitation, jumped up, he untied the Mo knife behind his back, and raised it high with one hand.

"My compatriots, with your blood and sacrifice, you have proved that you are the best people in the world, no matter how many hardships you have gone through, you are worthy of this title, and now, you have completed your mission, and there is only one last step left, that is, follow in my footsteps, let me open the way for you, step on the corpses of these enemies or compatriots, and use their flesh and blood to build a ladder, and step on the last fortress of the Tibetans."

"Pull!"

Liu Ji slowly urged the mount, the iron hooves climbed step by step on this corpse step, and the corpses continued to roll down, and the war horse gradually adapted to this slope that was very different from the flat ground, raised its four hooves, and walked up towards the tall city wall.

The overwhelming slogans sounded around him, and Chen Jin, Xiao Wu, and countless Han and Xiangxiong people followed behind him, converging into a surging crowd and rushing towards the city in front of him.

"Set foot on some cities and kill all the Tibetans!"