When it got dark, torches were lit on the city, and some Han Chinese carried down the bodies of the war dead, and the Tang army was placed separately, while the Tubo people were thrown into several large pits and poured fire oil on them.

The air became turbid, mixed with an unpleasant smell, which made people very uncomfortable, Liu Ji sat on the city wall, and the Mo knife was placed beside him.

He doesn't like this feeling, defense, once the city defense is broken, the rest is a competition of manpower, although the defenders have a great advantage, but tactically it is passive, such as right now, will the enemy attack at night?

Feng Changqing and other generals were worried about this, the number of Tang troops was already small, if they continued to fight like this, it would not be a long-term solution, but on the first day, they must persist in order to maintain the morale of the city.

When he saw him, Feng Changqing showed his composure as the commander-in-chief, once he made a decision, he had no turning back, and the execution of the Tang Army may be the biggest capital of their rampant era.

The emperor gave the border generals great trust, even if they were defeated, they would not have to worry about their lives, in this case, their ambitions to expand can be imagined, Feng Changqing took advantage of the fire on the city, looked at his situation, and showed a concerned expression.

"What about the injuries on your body, have you shown Lang Zhong?"

"Today didn't last long, and it didn't pull the old wounds, and the Lang Zhong were very busy, so let's talk about it later." Liu Ji still attaches great importance to his body, and he doesn't dare to make any guarantees.

Feng Changqing saw that he knew it in his heart, and he didn't say more, love is love, his son-in-law is fighting on the front line, he has always encouraged, if he doesn't even have this bit of courage, where can he get into his eyes.

Seeing that he was standing here all the time and didn't leave, Liu Ji couldn't sit still, stood up with his arms propped up, and stood side by side with him, looking at the stars outside the city.

It was not the stars in the sky, but the bonfire in the camp of the Tubo people, covering the entire plateau, and there was no edge visible at a glance, which made people wonder if all the tribes of the Tubo people were here.

Not only the firelight, but also the bursts of singing came from their camp, Liu Ji listened carefully, and the content seemed to be about sacrifices and blessings.

"From tomorrow, all the ministries will take turns to go to the city, so that the Han people in the city will also participate, and they will learn after all."

"If the Tubo people are still like this, I'm afraid they won't be able to stop them."

Feng Changqing glanced at him strangely: "Just work hard, no one will have one more, take out your courage to capture the city, how many elites can the Tubo people have, can they resist such a fight?" ”

Liu Ji understood, he wanted to fight against the lower si, even if he couldn't beat it, one life for one life, or several lives for one life, he could always suppress the momentum of the Tubo people, in the minds of the Tang army, these Han people were just cannon fodder for the rest of their lives, and it was a fluke to survive, and now it was time for them to contribute.

A burst of sadness swelled in his heart, even Feng Changqing, the commander, thought so, the generals and sergeants below can be imagined, the officials in the court can be imagined, and the saint can be imagined, maybe he will be disgusted with many things, which will increase the difficulties for the country's finances.

People can come over and talk to themselves, they have already given enough face, otherwise the difference between the two is sky-high and high, it is simply a matter of order, Liu Ji didn't want to say anything more, and bowed his hand to him.

"The subordinates obey the order, so let's arrange it."

After speaking, he turned around and left, and was pulled by Feng Changqing.

"I know that you are such a character, can you listen to it, it is never too late to be annoyed." Liu Ji stood still and looked at him without saying a word.

"It's still that bad temper, don't talk about it, under Gongtang City, Cheng Madman has suffered such a big loss, even if he holds a grudge, what can he do? In the end, it will not fall on your head, today, Anxi Town has lost some soldiers and horses, and they can have less resentment in their hearts, but if you really want to fight too hard here, from top to bottom, how many people will complain about you? How will you gain a foothold in the army in the future, have you thought about these things? ”

Liu Ji really didn't think about it, his dry pit to this day, people have almost changed, the other departments, Tian Zhen is his master, maybe he won't say anything, but he can't stand the people below, they don't have too many ideas, they don't have any money, and they can't see the shadow, as Feng Changqing said, he is the culprit who dragged his colleagues into danger.

In the final analysis, this Tang army is not the people's soldiers who will defend the country in later generations, and those who are recruited in the army only have the simplest thoughts, either to be promoted or to get rich, and those who are in the pit are no exception, if it is not for the massive wealth that is attracting, who will follow him to work hard?

Seeing that his face was slightly better, Feng Changqing continued: "Your qualifications in the army are still shallow, this is natural, wait for a long time, the real merits are there, there will be nothing, for now, just listen to so-and-so." ”

"The public is right, I thought about the left, they had no one to save them that day, and now they can only rely on themselves, and their subordinates have arranged it."

If you think about it, Liu Ji doesn't intend to compromise on this, you have to have faith in being a man, a soul from the 21st century was easily assimilated by the 8th century, so why should he be nostalgic.

Feng Changqing looked at his departing back and sighed, this kid's stubbornness is simply engraved in his bones, but if he really changes, he won't be the Xiaogoro he fancies, this kind of contradictory psychology makes him a little helpless.

The camp tents of the Tibetan people stretched for thousands of miles, and they were all soldiers, and this time was no exception, except for the women, all who could ride horses came here, plus the livestock used as military food, the total number was close to two million.

At this time, their state religion was still Bon, and the sacrifices to the heavens before the expedition and the prayers for war were all doctrinal arrangements, and in every camp, there were many priests in the church wearing robes and yellow masks, and various rituals were being carried out, both for the war dead to summon spirits, and for the blessings of future wars.

However, in an area located in the center of the camp, there was some quietness, and in front of a fire, officials of all levels in brocade clothes were prostrate on the ground, and the only one sitting was their Zampu.

Chide Zuzan's face was red by the firelight, and he picked up a dead branch in his hand and threw it into the fire, making a "pop" sound.

The scene was as silent as death, all the people didn't dare to raise their heads, they were the most powerful group of people in the country, even Zampu didn't dare to disobey easily, how could he have had such an experience, the night on the plateau, the cold wind was biting, and the ground was even colder, everyone only felt that even their hearts were frozen.

But no one dared to get up on their own.

"Dazarugon, don't you, even you think that the blood of the Tibetan people has been shed enough?"

I don't know how long it took, but Chide Zuzan's words sounded above their heads, and these people quickly raised their heads and looked at the figure in the front.

"Venerable Zampu, I'm just telling you the truth about the army." Dazarugon maintained a prostrate posture and continued.

"Today's siege, we have more than 1,700 warriors who have not returned, each of them is a group, and in our army, there are only 10,000 in total, the horn is endless, the attack is not stopped, they are worthy of the name of warriors, all of them fought with the Tang people to the last moment, without them, it is like an eagle breaking its wings, I don't know, when the army of Geshuhan arrives, what will you take to resist?"

Chide Zuzan threw the last dead branch into the fire, stood up, and walked in front of him.

"You didn't answer my words, have you shed enough of the blood of the Tibetan people?"

Dazarugon fell silent, and Chide Zuzan did not hear his answer, but turned to the others and asked again.

Still silent, he waited quietly for a moment, then turned and walked to his tent without looking back, leaving only a word.

"That's not enough, continue tomorrow, how to do it, you decide for yourself."