Liu Ji never thought that one day, he would step on the real corpse mountain, and the iron-inlaid horseshoes would have a feeling of instability when stepping on the body that was not completely stiff, but at this time, he couldn't take care of it.

He jerked his mount with too much force, and the corpse continued to slide down behind him, increasing faster and faster, and soon approached the city wall.

The battle on the city wall gradually divided the results, the Yong slaves who could not move were killed and wounded under the blows of the Tubo people, and were forced to the city wall step by step by the Tubo people, and only the young man who couldn't speak Chinese was left by Xiao Si's side, and he was so frightened that he trembled, and even the bow and arrow were steady.

Looking at the approaching Tubo people, Xiao Si touched his backhand behind him, but unexpectedly he felt empty, and even the last arrow was shot out.

He smiled reluctantly, grasped the handle of the bow with both hands, and was ready to usher in the final moment, when a Tibetan warrior rushed up, and the straight knife in his hand slashed down on his head, and he could not avoid it, and raised the wooden bow horizontally above his head in vain, because he knew that it was not enough to block the sharp blade of the opponent.

A fierce light shone in the eyes of the Tibetan man, and he was sure that he could cut this slave into two pieces, and just as the blade was about to touch the bow, he heard a strange sound in his ears.

"Get down!" Of course he didn't know, it was Chinese.

Xiao Si immediately threw away the wooden bow in his hand, and fell straight to the ground, and the opponent's knife naturally split into the air, just when the Tubo warrior tried to put away the knife and come again, his eyes were covered by a white light and shadow.

Then, he only felt that his body was light, as if he was floating in the air, and the instantaneous blood loss made him lose his mind, and the straight knife in his hand fell down and smashed right in front of Xiao Si.

Liu Ji jumped on the city wall, and the Mo knife swung out a circle of light with a diameter of more than five meters, and all of them were invincible, and those who rushed to the forefront were like the Tubo warriors, and their heads were separated in an instant, and they didn't even let out a wail.

The Tibetan people's offensive was stagnant, and when he passed by Xiao Si's side, he swung his knife and cut the iron chain under his feet, and then galloped over the wall without stopping, rushing into the Tibetan crowd.

The iron ride is like the wind, the narrow wall road is unavoidable, and the Tubo people who can't dodge fall off the wall one after another, because then they may still escape their lives, and as for those who can't dodge, they have all become new stepping stones.

Stepping on the corpses of these people, Liu Ji rushed through the Yongdao, his courage bought more time for the latecomers, in addition to Chen Jin and the other two who always followed behind, Xiao Wu and the Han people also jumped on the city wall, they were supported by the remaining Yongnu archers, with a fighting posture, facing the defenders on the city wall, many people directly held the enemy and rolled down from the high city wall, even if the knife pierced the body.

This kind of battle was something that the Tibetans had never experienced before, because their opponents were not well-armed Tang soldiers, but ordinary people who trembled under the butcher's knife, and even slaves who were accustomed to obedience and oppression!

Shang Jiezan at the head of the city, he couldn't say a word, his subordinates were still desperate, and no one flinched because of this, but there are so many Han people, how many Tubo people can fight? What's even more terrifying is that the Tang man on horseback, like a bright red flag, is moving quickly in his direction.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Liu Ji knows that his physical strength is limited, and the defenders of the Tubo people still have more than 10,000 people, he is so tired that he can't kill much blood, only with his brave and unparalleled performance to inspire the Han people behind him and arouse the blood in their hearts.

In fact, he was not aiming at a certain person, but at the big black flag on the head of the city, embroidered with a tiger with teeth and claws, and many people surrounded by the banner, no matter what the identity of those people was, only the fluttering flag in his eyes.

Killing the flag is a great achievement!

Soon, his behavior became the target of the Tubo people's key care, and when the war horse fell under the arrows like flying cockroaches, Liu Ji had already jumped down, and before he had time to glance at his loyal comrades, he roared and threw himself into the swarming Tubo people.

Mo Dao slashed out continuously without reservation, happily venting the killing intent of the master, even if it was a heavily armored Tubo warrior, it was difficult to resist, Liu Ji turned these short hundreds of steps into a corridor of flesh and blood, the crowded crowd, not only was not an obstacle, but became his talisman, the best place to avoid the enemy's arrows was their own crowd.

Chen Jin and another Tang sergeant held a Mo knife to protect their backs, and the other held a spear to the left and right, and a small team of three people advanced step by step on the city wall, approaching the city head with unrivaled might.

"Dashang, let's go, I can't stop it."

Shang Jiezan was held hostage from side to side, desperately retreating backwards, the red tassels in front of him were constantly beating, and his whole body was soaked in blood, none of the famous warriors in those clans could make the enemy slow down even if he couldn't help but feel a sadness in his heart.

Where else can the Tibetans flee?

As he spoke, Liu Ji had already rushed to the top of the city, the space here was slightly larger, and countless Tubo people rushed up with shouts, and all kinds of weapons smashed on his head, vowing to kill this young Tang man on the spot.

He rushed forward without fear, his arms penetrating into the hilt with all his might, and the heavy blade of the knife was provoked like a spiritual snake, drawing an oblique cross-shaped crossing line around his body, sweeping like an autumn wind, and wailing all the way.

Fallen leaves!

"Death!" A wild roar poured out of his mouth, his hideous face was like a killing god rushing out of hell, and the blood dyed his entire body into the national color of the Tang Dynasty, dripping down from every crevice, even he couldn't figure out how much of it was the enemy's and how much was his own.

Those Tibetan warriors who had retreated from Qinghai finally became cowardly, and all those who stood in front of them turned into a pile of broken bodies, and they could only watch in vain as the light of the sword passed in front of them, and their pupils gradually lost focus.

"Bell!" With a bang, he almost hit it before he could catch it, and the Mo knife slashed at a hard object, but he didn't pull it out for a while.

Liu Ji blinked his blood-blurred eyes, it turned out that he had already arrived near the flagstand, and the knife was embedded in the thick hardwood flagpole, and he couldn't enter or retreat.

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield, just before the surrounding Tubo people reacted, he kicked on the flagpole, and pulled out the Mo knife with his strength, and the blow left a deep hole on the pole, Liu Ji turned around on the spot, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and the blade turned around like a whirlwind, and cut on the flagpole again.

The position of the two is just opposite to each other, Liu Ji put away the knife, walked on the flagstand, and pushed it on the flagpole with one palm, only to see the huge flag shake in the wind, and then "snapped" from the fold and fell down.

No one could have imagined this result, even Chen Jin and the others who were following behind were stunned for a while.

The young Tang man who was surrounded by a lot of things, as if he was invincible, shook the hearts of every Tubo person, and the banner that had stood for more than a hundred years fell like this? The capital, which has been in operation for more than 100 years, has been breached?

Xiao Si and Xiao Wu in the back glanced at each other, and they both saw disbelief in each other's eyes, they invariably smiled, raised the knife in their hands, and shouted loudly towards the outside of the city.

"The city is broken, and we are in!"

In the shouting, countless Han people and Xiangxiong people stepped on the slope and rushed towards the place where they once had nightmares.