The next day, as soon as it was dawn, a continuous sound of trumpets sounded outside the city, waking up the defenders on the city walls one by one.

Liu Ji jumped up and kicked those sleepy-eyed guys awake while talking loudly.

"The Tibetan captives came to die, they all cheered up, the swords and guns have no eyes, the arrows are ruthless, don't be a fool, even if you die, we have to pull a Tubo person, don't you say?"

On today's city wall, there are less than one-third of the Tang army sergeants, and there are many more Han people, they were armed overnight, using the armor of the Tubo people's inventory, and the heavy armor is naturally not much, all of which are given to the temporarily appointed officers, and the rest can at least be divided into a set of light armor, wearing a fur hat on their heads, but it is somewhat similar to the Tubo foot soldiers under the city.

In order to distinguish them, Liu Ji used the simplest method, tying a red belt around the neckline of each Han person, and the Han people in front of him with knives and guns reminded him of the workers' and peasants' self-defense army in later movies.

The morale of the Han people is very high, and the people who were selected have experienced the battle of life and death when they captured the city, and they can rush into the city, kill those nobles who are high above, and hang their heads on the city wall, which is already an unimaginable result, and the blood sea revenge has been avenged, and only one person is left, what else is there to fear.

"Fight, fight with them!"

There was no need to do any more agitation, these Han people consciously and spontaneously shouted slogans and bravely stood on the top of the city, because standing side by side with them was a fiery red flag.

Yang Yu didn't have so many words, stared at the Tubo people who were gradually approaching under the city, and said without looking back: "Don't show your head for a while, shoot an arrow, just stay aside, they come up, don't fight to the death, you are an archer, not a soldier." ”

The young man behind him, like other Han Chinese, was dressed in the light leather armor of the Tibetans, tied with a red belt, and held the wooden bow of the Tibetans in his hand.

"Five hundred steps." After reminding him, Yang Yu no longer paid attention to him, but began to count.

"Four hundred steps, throw the car and prepare."

With his shout, the small casters on the head of the city, all kinds of medium and large trebuchets under the city walls began to operate, such a blow was not accurate, relying on the coverage, a group of Han people shouted, put stones of different sizes into the net pocket, and then pulled up the thick rope, waiting for the next command.

"Three hundred steps."

"Two hundred and fifty steps, put!"

"Put!"

"Put!"

The shouts of the city and the city came one after another, under the command of the Tang people, all the throwing instruments were violently pulled up, and the wooden pins were vigorously stirred, with simple mechanical principles, the throwing arm was driven, and the net pocket at the end of the tail was thrown high, drawing an arc and flying into the air.

Raindrops of stones smashed into the Tibetan brigade, and a terrible scream resounded across the land, and a blank space appeared in the dense crowd, only to be filled again as the Tibetan foot soldiers stepped past their companions and rushed towards the distant city without blinking.

"Two hundred paces, crossbowman."

"Wind!"

Liu Ji looked at the costumes of the Tubo people under the city, and breathed a sigh of relief, it was obviously not like yesterday, it was all heavy cavalry in black clothes and black armor, but mainly light foot soldiers, it seemed that the Tubo people, like the Tang people, were unwilling to use the elite to carry out a war of attrition.

At the top of the city, rows of arrows stick out, shining in the early morning sun.

"One hundred and fifty steps, rapid-fire."

When the crowd rushed into the range of the arrows, the projectors under the city had already prepared the second round of stone bullets, and these Han people, after many days of practice and yesterday's actual combat, became more and more handy, and the frequency and speed of the fire increased.

The arrows broke through the air, the stone projectiles flew into the air, and the Tubo foot soldiers, led by a few heavily armored warriors, approached the city wall step by step, and their pace was also accelerating, Liu Ji had just shot the third crossbow arrow, and a ladder was set up at the head of the city.

"Rolling stones, boiling oil."

Countless stones fell from the sky, knocking down some crude wooden ladders, and buckets of hot oil poured down, and were lit by torches, forming a wall of fire.

However, more Tibetans rushed up and set up the ladder again, and they passed through the wall of fire, fearless ants, their eyes shining with the fanaticism of the victims.

The big bow in Yang Pre's hand was fired continuously, and each arrow was a direct hit, and when a heavily armored warrior jumped on the top of the city, he had to abandon the bow and draw his sword, blocking in front of the Han people.

The samurai was full of arrows, like a porcupine covered in thorns, with a strange cry in his mouth, and the flail in his hand was swung sharply, knocking a Han archer upside down and flying out, blood spurting wildly in the air, and he couldn't survive.

Several Han people stabbed out with wooden spears and took him straight to the chest, and the man dragged the shackle to turn sideways, and the thorn ball tied to the chain drew a circle, with the sound of "whirring", and hit Yang Yu's head.

Unable to dodge, Yang Pre's horizontal knife slashed at his chain, blocking it in the air, and the stabbing ball was carried by the chain, turning around his knife a few times, and it was entangled together for a while.

A shot pierced the Han people took advantage of the situation to stab again, after being flashed by the man, a handful of them were held under the ribs, and with a slam wave, several Han people couldn't help it, and they all got rid of their hands and fell, and the heavily armored warriors threw away the wooden guns, and didn't look at those Han people, strode forward, stretched out their hands and clamped Yang Yu's head and neck, and wanted to strangle the only Tang people here, strangle them alive.

Yang Yu couldn't let go of a hand, trying to break the other party's throat, but he didn't have enough strength, and when he saw that the man's big hand was tightening tighter and tighter, he was about to lose his breath.

"Ahh With a sound, a small figure pounced and bit the opponent's hand fiercely, the heavily armored warrior couldn't bear the pain, so he could only let go of the hand that strangled Yang Yu's throat, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the man out and hit the city wall hard.

It was the boy who was protected by him before.

Without waiting for the heavily armored samurai to continue to move, several Han people pounced with their bare hands, some hugged their heads, some hugged their waists, and some climbed on their backs, and smashed them down with their fists, and those who couldn't stretch out their hands also used their heads or teeth to tear off his iron helmet, lift his face armor, and bite down without hesitation.

The samurai had no choice but to let go of all his hands, wanting to grab the person on his body, Yang pre shook off the shackles wrapped around the horizontal knife, slashed at the samurai's bare wrist, and chopped off the thick palm entirely.

The samurai let out a terrible howl, subconsciously hugged the severed hand, and the man fell to his knees.

"Let him go." Several Han people let go and jumped down, Yang Yu swung the knife again, and accurately slashed at the back of his neck, but the blade of the knife was caught by the neck bone, and the warrior stared at him viciously with a pair of bull-like eyes.

Yang Yu kicked on his body, pulled out the knife with his strength, and brought out a burst of blood, and the warrior's huge body fell down with a bang, still with his eyes open, dead and blinding.

He picked up the shackles that had fallen aside, swung them out with all his might, and knocked one of the Tibetan foot soldiers who came with him to the head of the city.

"Just beat them like that, and drive them down."

Yang said approvingly, walked past a few Han people, and probed under the young man's nose, and there was still breath.

The sound of the horn under the city sounded rapidly, and another wave of offensive came in front of you.