"Snort, snort, snort!"

Zhang Tiezheng took a shovel, shoveled down a thin layer of rice skin at the bottom of the pot, and then put it into a porcelain bowl with a big gap, poured a small half bowl of hot water, and when the white water mixed with rice juice became turbid, he squatted next to the stove, took a small sip, and sighed with enjoyment on his face.

He is a native of Xuejiabao, and he is a well-known chef on Dasha Street in Xicheng. From the day he put on his apron, he never imagined that one day he would step on the battlefield and cook a big pot of rice for the countless troops as far as the eye could see.

But he didn't regret it, he knew what these people had come to the west for.

Just outside the city, a horde of barbarians from the Western Regions wanted to take over their homes, rob them of their lands, humiliate their women, and kill their descendants.

And these lovely Tang Dynasty soldiers are here to stop that group of barbarians.

When he thought of the group of beards from the Western Regions, Zhang Tie's face was always cloudy. The ruthlessness in his eyes inadvertently proved how unforgettable his hatred of those people was.

He has a younger brother named Zhang Lin, who is seven years younger than him. Zhang Lin was born brave, he joined the army at a young age, and became a team leader, and the whole family was proud of him.

But such a young life died because of the beard. In order to cover his robe during the big counterattack seven days ago, Zhang Lin was cut off by a beard.

Afterwards, the person who was rescued by Zhang Lin wept silently and told Zhang Tie that in order to intimidate the defenders in the city, Hu Zi beheaded all the captured Tang soldiers and arranged them in a row in front of Xuejiabao City, and Zhang Lin's head was placed in the center.

One by one, the souls of young beings were destroyed in Xuejiabao, and the yellow sand buried their heads in a long way...... As soon as he thought of that miserable picture, Zhang Tie would feel a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and he couldn't wait to replace the shovel in his hand with a machete, and fight to the death with those Hu people who have no conscience!

But he can't do that, he has his own mission.

Wouldn't it be more meaningful to let the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty eat well, save their strength on the battlefield, and kill the bearded man crying for his father and mother?

Realizing this, Zhang Tiedun felt that the burden on his shoulders was extremely heavy. He tightened his clothes and food every day, fed his hunger with rice soup, and left all the delicious food and drink to the soldiers. Rao, the daily consumption of so many people is still a shocking figure. Due to the inconvenient transportation in the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty, there are not many official roads for transporting grain, and looking at the increasingly "thin" granary, Zhang Tie's heart is bitter.

He didn't know how long the rations would last, or how long the beards would last.

Countless times he had hoped that these bearded men, who were short of food and clothing, would retreat, but he had learned from other soldiers that the beards did not carry much rations at all, but fed the war with war.

Every time they occupied a city, they would scavenge it clean, like a swarm of locusts, and no grass would grow in the place they passed.

The most terrifying thing is that the wolf-like Hu people have no morality to speak of. If food is really scarce, even if it is not in the right form, they will launch a deadly charge - the more people die, the less food is consumed.

If the situation is more critical, they don't even mind cannibalism!

They are like a pack of beasts, as long as they can live, they can do anything.

In the face of such a group of people, the soldiers of Datang were very angry. Those barbarians have challenged their moral bottom line again and again. They wanted to kill these people completely, but in the face of the flood-like Hu people, they had to choose to retreat strategically.

They can't afford to lose.

Just as Qin Tian said before the westward journey: they are the last force of the Tang Dynasty, if this line of defense is torn again, their parents, wives and children, friends, and elders will all become slaves of different races, and live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs!

That future is too bleak for anyone to see that day coming. Therefore, the soldiers are all doing their best on the battlefield, and they are exchanging their lives for the future of their children and grandchildren.

"Stomp Step!"

Zhang Tie, who was silently thinking about his thoughts, came back to his senses and suddenly heard a rush of footsteps. Looking up, a group of warriors hurriedly assembled, wearing shabby armor and gathering in a panic in the direction of the city gate.

He walked to the gate, pulled a familiar soldier with a solemn face, and asked, "Xiao Li, what's wrong?" ”

The young man named Xiao Li buckled his armor and frowned, "Don't pull me!" Beard is attacking again, we need to get over there! Damn, I just had dinner and I have nowhere to go, so I'm just trying my hand at the knife with these bunnies! ”

"Sneak attack?"

Zhang Tie looked at the back of Xiao Li who left in a hurry, and then looked at the red sunset on the horizon, and suddenly felt that the color was like blood.

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The sky in the Western Regions darkened quickly, and it didn't take long for the vicinity of Xuejiabao to be shrouded in an endless layer of darkness.

What the Tang defenders are most afraid of is the night.

The savages are like ghosts in the night, long in the company of the harshest of nature, and they know how to make use of everything they can use. There were no lights in the camp in the distance, and it looked like a black nightmare, and nothing could be seen.

And launching an invasion with the help of the night has always been the specialty of the Hu people who grew up in the Western Regions. Every nightfall, they will turn into hunters, and under the light of the city, the Tang army on the city tower has become the best target.

When the remnant sun was like blood, they feigned to attack, and the defenders, who had been exhausted for the past few days, could not take care of eating, let alone resting, and everyone tensed that nerve. However, after a few rounds of arrow rain, the enemy retreated like a tide, making it difficult to understand the reality of the truth.

Dai Tianya knew that the virtual reality was the common trick of the Tiele commander Mo Lingtu. He is like a cunning fox, always trying to find the weakness of his opponent.

The defenders of the Tang Dynasty did not dare to slack off, and they had been waiting at the city gate, but after nearly an hour, there was no movement on the other side.

The tired and hungry Tang soldiers finally returned to the castle, unloaded their armor, and enjoyed a moment of peace. But who knew that at this moment, there was a loud shout of killing outside the city, and the Hu people were killed again!

This style of coming and going like the wind approaching and retreating has already made Peng Yuanzheng and Dai Tianya suffer. They are not afraid of positional warfare, but they are deeply troubled by this kind of Laipi style of play that does not play according to the routine at all.

This is the difference between the Hu people and the Han people, and it is also the signature tactic of the young marshal Tiele.

Speaking of Mo Lingtu, several Tang generals respected and hated it. What he hates is that he has caused heavy casualties to the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and he respects that he is in the Western Regions, which is unbearable to educate, and he is so young, but he can bring out the maximum combat power of the warriors of the Western Regions with his talent.

Such a character is not an exaggeration to call it a ghost.

I don't know why, after arriving at Xuejiabao, this young marshal Tiele changed his steady and steady style and launched crazy attacks again and again. No one knows, because the object of the beloved woman's heart is not herself, because an infatuation has been exchanged for a lot of scars, because of the Tang man named Tang An who made him swallow the bitter fruit of failure several times, he now hates every Tang person to the core.

Now he has passed on his hatred for Tang An to all Tang people.

And now, news came from afar - Xia King Zao Wou-Ki was close at hand, and he would arrive at Xuejiabao in a few days. Along with this, there were more than 100,000 strong reinforcements.

In this way, the total strength of the Xia Kingdom will reach more than 400,000, which is enough to crush the less than 200,000 Tang soldiers in the city.

But the problem is that the emperor will take the expedition in person, and then use the advantage of troops to win, which will greatly weaken Mo Lingtu's role, which is not what he wants to see.

From the birth of the conspiracy to divide the Tang Dynasty, to the step by step attack on the city, he has always been the practitioner of this plan. Sadly, despite all the advantages, he still failed to achieve gratifying results, which was a big blow to his reputation.

If you start counting from Gucheng, the battle line has advanced three hundred miles from west to east, and this figure obviously cannot satisfy Mo Lingtu. Before Zao Wou-Ki felt the front line, he was desperate to complete self-redemption.

Right now, the best salvation is to take the fortress in front of you.

As long as Xuejiabao falls, it will be difficult to have major obstacles on the road to the east. They can even fight all the way to Chang'an and take down the ancient capital that people yearn for. Then, in the midst of all the Tang people losing the protection of their troops and waiting for the nightmare to come, they smashed the Yellow Dragon and captured Bianjing!

As long as he closed his eyes and thought about it, he was able to step on the steps of the Tang Dynasty Imperial Capital and conquer the palace that symbolized the supreme imperial power, Mo Lingtu trembled with excitement.

The grand wish that countless Xia Kingdom ancestors dreamed of, but no one could realize, was about to become a reality in his hands.

Is there anything more wonderful than waking up to the power of the world?

As for the drunken lying beauty's knee...... When he cut off Tang An's head with his own hands, he didn't believe that there would be a better choice for Naran Uduo besides himself.

Sooner or later, she will become her own woman, definitely!

"Choke!"

Mo Lingtu pulled out his sword with a fierce face, rode a white horse, pointed to the lights not far away in the dark night, and roared angrily: "For the sake of tomorrow's Great Xia Empire, attack!" ”

"Kill!"

Mo Lingtu had already drawn a cake for his sons, and this cake was too tempting for them to be ineffective.

Countless lands, endless grains, and white, delicate and delicate skin can be played with by the Tang Dynasty women, and a large number of slaves are driven by themselves...... Compared to the barren yellow earth and the endless slaughter between tribes, this is simply a paradise life.

Now, the dream is within reach. By taking the castle now, they will be able to take a big step on the road to hope!

Even the endless darkness can't hide the desire in their eyes. The Hu people who were hidden in the night did not show their figures, but the shouts of killing one after another secretly revealed their scale.

Endless, shout to kill the heavens!

On the top of the Xuejiabao city tower, the guards who were leaning on their spears and napping were awakened by the roar like thunder, and their faces were suddenly colorless.

East, West, South, North...... The shouting is like a bell, deafening!

He put his hands on the city wall and looked out in horror, but he could see nothing but the black of his fingers. But he could feel that the enemies around him were like a tide, and it was enough to drown Xue Jiabao in an instant!

His heart was pounding, and he suddenly felt like a prey surrounded by wild beasts. In desperation, he grabbed the dangling horn, but before he could blow it, a powerful arrow pierced his throat.

He was full of reluctance to the end, and blood flowed down the ground covered with wind and sand. As he lay dying, there was only one thought left in his mind.

This Xuejiabao ...... Can it still be held?