"Again."

Enlan. Dazaru Gong spit out a sentence expressionlessly, the black flag in the Tubo people's formation waved, and another organized team rushed forward, and the previous siege team was no longer many.

"Dazarukong, we can't attack anymore, we Tubo people have shed enough blood, enough."

No. Poor Sang and a group of courtiers watched groups of tribal warriors fall under the city wall, and they only felt cold, but no one dared to go to Zampu, so they could only come to find Dazarukon, who was in charge of the entire offensive, but the latter didn't even look at them, and still stood there giving orders, pushing batch after batch of Tubo people into battle.

Shang Jiexi is also in this group of people, the bystander Qing, he has been observing the composition of these teams, most of them are from the families of the upper elites, whether it is the four "Shang" clans, or the Mo clan, the Enlan clan, the Wei clan, the Guan clan, the Lang clan, these clans, there are no exceptions, he has already understood something.

"Don't say any more, it's useless for you to look for him, if it weren't for Dazarugon, the dead wouldn't be like this." Shang Jiexi persuaded them, these people are also old and sophisticated, and there is something they don't understand when they hear it.

In Zampu's mind, these people have not shed enough blood.

So, these people could only continue to watch, hoping that it would get dark earlier, and then go to plead with Zampu, never feeling that time was moving so slowly.

Finally, they heard the horns of the retreating soldiers, and looked at the scattered crowd of people who had retreated, all wounded, discarded and abandoned, and most importantly, not a little angry.

When they came together to Zamp's tent, Dazarugon was already standing there, giving back one by one.

"Today, we launched a total of thirteen attacks, each time two to three thousand people, the total number exceeded thirty thousand, and less than ten thousand returned, and the Tang people's artillery stones became more and more violent, many fell on the road, and the corpses were piled up on the road up the mountain, all the way to the city wall."

After a while, a deep voice said, "Do you think it will take many days to capture the city under such an offensive?" ”

Dazarugon was silent, and the courtiers crept in, prostrate on the ground one by one, and Chide Zuzan suddenly felt that he was looking into the distance, and there was some obscurity in his eyes.

Now the situation is obvious, the Tang people are very tenacious, if there is no foreign aid, they can do a long-term siege, one day, there will be a moment when the city will run out of food and grass, but time does not allow them to do that, following the sight of Chide Zuzan, it is the direction of Qinghai.

After a long time, he turned his head and swept over the black pressed figure.

"Over the years, you have complained that I have reused the Subians, suppressed the old ministers, and either obstructed or violated the yang and yin for those changes, and always wanted to rely on the previous methods to deal with a powerful neighbor whose territory is several times larger than ours and whose population is more than a hundred times ours, imagining that they will be defeated again and again, throwing hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of troops on this plateau, and then you can attack everywhere, loot people and property, and live a rich life."

"Every time you can't fight, you can also use the name of the Han princess to write a letter to Tian Khan, asking him to open the net, and he can succeed every time, how good a day like this is, if you want to fight, you can fight, and if you don't want to fight, you can make a covenant, so that the Tang people can stop."

"Now, you have successfully provoked the wrath of the Heavenly Khan, without the hindrance of the princess, he no longer has to care about any nephew and uncle, he now wants to take Tubo into his pocket, and wants you to move to their city like the Turks, accept their protection, and no longer be the master on this plateau, now, you finally feel scared, and finally remember that there was once a prince with Tang blood."

"It's late!"

Chide Zuzan's voice exploded in his ears like thunder, and he heard these important ministers and magnates tremble.

The Turks, the powerful force that once dominated the desert and whose land reached far and wide, have disappeared from people's memory, and those steppe nobles with the names of Ashina and Ashid can only carry guns and guard the door for the Heavenly Khan, and finally die in obscurity.

Now, the Tubo people are facing the same situation, this time, the Tang people have done more ruthless and thoroughly, they have not left any prisoners so far, it is this ruthlessness that makes them frightened, because, Zampu is right, the Tang people can lose hundreds of thousands of people at a time, and soon after, they can gather so many people again, they have an untold population, but how many people are there in Tibet? For more than 100 years, desperately looting, it is less than a fraction of others.

This weakness is fatal, without the source of population, just with the extremely low fertility rate on the plateau, how can they have the capital to fight a war of attrition, as long as the Tang people grasp this point, step by step, one day, will expand their power to some cities, which is also the steps taken by Geshuhan in Qinghai.

However, what is even worse is that the Tang people are far more than just Qinghai all the way to threaten, and no one expected that the wound would be torn open from Bolu, and before they could react, those once tame vassals fell like dominoes, Bolu, Nibore, and even Zhangxiong.

The city is just a symbol that the Tibetans have come to an end.

"Heavens, save your people."

No. Poor mulberry, still knotted praise, still knotted interest, end. Dong Zebu and the others wailed and cried, and Dazaru Gong, who was standing on the side, also fell on all fours and prostrated at his feet.

Chide Zuzan stood up, walked up to them, and said word by word.

"What can save Tibet is not the mercy of the gods, nor me, but iron and blood, without the will to die with the enemy, there is no qualification to negotiate with a strong enemy, put away the cry, show your courage, let the Tang people see how the ancestors of the Tibetan people became the masters of this plateau step by step."

"Early tomorrow morning, continue to attack the city, my Praetorian Guard will be the first formation."

His words made all the important ministers stop crying, and they looked at their lords one by one dumbfounded, as if they saw his true appearance for the first time.

On the head of the city, the bodies of those who died in the war have been cleaned up, and there is blood flowing everywhere on the wall and the city.

He didn't even have the strength to hold a needle.

“...... What kind of strength are your hands shaking, it's not poking into your flesh and skin, it hurts Lao Tzu to death, and it's much better than you to find a little girl. ”

"Forgive the sins, the little one has never heard of such a method, you bear with it, and it will be fine immediately."

Na Langzhong was scolded by him and said a lot, and slowly his hands became much more stable, the left and right patients were not afraid of pain, what was he afraid of, according to Liu Ji's request, first wash with water and then disinfect with fire, and then sew them one by one with clean needles and threads, although the injured man grinned, but he knew that it was just an appearance, in order to distract from the pain.

"It's done, look at it, what's wrong?"

Liu Ji has two cuts on his body that need to be stitched, one on his arm and one under his abdomen, thanks to the excellent armor, they are not deep in the flesh, but the kind of skin that opens the flesh, the role that the armor can play, is like this, many Tubo heavy-armored warriors, several arrows in the body are still fine, and he is no exception.

For arrow wounds with small wounds, pull out the arrows, apply wound medicine and bandage them, only this kind of long wound needs to be stitched in order to accelerate blood clotting.

"It's a good job, there are still such injuries on the bottom, you can do it as usual, pay attention to wash it, otherwise it will backfire."

Lang Zhong walked away with admiration, Liu Ji fell on the city wall, he didn't want to move, although today's battle was not as fierce as before, but it lasted for a long time, no one expected, he and Zhang Wuyuan and others continued to rotate, and then they didn't even have the kung fu to rotate, they could only bite to death, and they were so tired that they almost lost their strength.

And it is precisely because he has always stood on the front line that those Han people who confronted the enemy head-on for the first time did not flee, but became more and more courageous, but the casualties can be imagined.

They have done their best.

Now Liu Ji just wanted to close his eyes and sleep, and just when his eyelids were gradually sinking, a figure came over in a blur.

He thought it was Feng Changqing, but when he opened his eyes, it was his master Tian Zhen, who wanted to struggle to stand up, but was held down by a strong arm.

"Can you hold on? Tomorrow, you take a break, and someone will take the lead for you. ”

Liu Ji grinned, the heroism of the Han people and their own efforts are being recognized by them, which is a good phenomenon.