At the cost of countless lives, the rebels finally reached the bottom of the city walls.

The moat, which was several feet wide, had long since frozen into ice, saving the rebels a lot of trouble. The huge ladder reached the city wall, and the rebels who tried to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions climbed up desperately, and they only saw mountains of wealth in their eyes, and the bright future outlined by the oriental journey has become the driving force for everyone's death.

Above the castle tower, everyone's faces were solemn. Sturdy ropes pulled hot oil from the city, some of them cut the ladders, others lifted the oil drums and poured them on the heads of the first soldiers to climb halfway. Several people let out inhumanly miserable screams, but even though it was cold, they could still smell the smell of the meat being scalded.

The arrows were galloping, and the figure who was still holding the stone and desperately smashing it down just now was pierced through the head by the arrow cluster in an instant, and fell to the ground softly.

The soldiers had no time to grieve, no time to rescue, all they could do was to use all their sharp weapons to smash the things in their hands down.

"Bang!"

The siege engine had already driven in front of the city gate, and the round wooden stakes combined the strength of dozens of people, and slammed into the red city gate, shaking off a cloud of dust.

Inside the city, dozens of soldiers held the gates with logs. They knew very well that if there was even a crack in the city gate, the red-eyed rebels would tear themselves to pieces.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Chen Buping had already shouted hoarsely, and he had become the busiest person in the entire city tower. On top of the city wall, which is not as far as the eye can see, you can see a cloud ladder with a corner exposed. The Tang Dynasty soldiers set up a long snake formation in mid-air, and everyone exerted their maximum combat power. Not only because there is their home behind them, but more importantly, Tang An's few threats before leaving have been firmly planted in their hearts.

Those who take a step back, slash!

However, even if the Tang army's defense was tight, the lack of manpower was their fatal wound.

Bianjing City is the first Xiongcheng city in the Tang Dynasty, the geographical position is superior, there is no need to have heavy troops on weekdays, and the 13,000 people brought back from the Western Regions by Tang An and the rescue troops sent back from the East Rinwei and the North Xuanwei are only 50,000 in total. Combined with the people recruited from the city, there were less than 70,000 people.

With 70,000 men defending the city, they had to face an enemy army three times their size, and the pressure was enormous.

Except for the 40,000 garrisons in Nantongmen, there were only 10,000 people at each of the other gates. 10,000 against 40,000, that's the dilemma they face.

Fortunately, the walls of Bianjing City are high enough and solid enough to not worry about the danger of collapse. But Rao was so, and in the face of the enemy's lifeless onslaught, there was still a gap in the defense.

As the first brave man climbed up, the second and third rebels in black armor followed and climbed up the tower. Once they occupy a point, the disadvantages will snowball.

In the southwest corner of the tower, while the defenders were still cutting the ladder, the three rebels turned over the wall lightly, drew their knives with a cruel smile, and slashed at the frightened defenders like crazy.

As soon as the defender touched his saber, he sighed and sighed that he was resting, when suddenly a cold light flashed, and the three rebels still maintained a forward posture, but all of them had lost their heads, and blood was still bubbling out of their necks.

At some point, a handsome man who didn't talk like a man came to his side. The man gently returned the sword into its sheath, as if it had made an insignificant disappearance, and there was no expression on his cold face.

"You... You are..."

"Flying Gate Jingyun."

Flying Gate!

Hearing these three words, the defender looked in reverence. For this organization that everyone in Datang knows and knows, he makes no secret of the admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you, you saved my life!"

Jing Yun nodded, glanced at the corner of his eye, and suddenly his face changed greatly: "Be careful!" ”

A flying arrow, whistling at the defenders who had just survived!

Jing Yun reached out and wanted to catch the arrow, but he heard a "bell", and the arrow was blocked by an iron abacus and fell weakly

The upless monk didn't seem to know what cold was, touched his bare head, and laughed: "Dead face, why don't we compare who kills more people today, how about it?" ”

Jing Yun didn't look at him, and said coldly: "Boring." ”

While talking and laughing, several rebels who had managed to climb over the city wall were all swept down, and they fell in horror in the cold wind. I wonder if these few seconds of wandering between life and death will make them feel remorseful?

The rise of Jingyun and the unprecepted monk killing, and then, more than 20 figures swept up the city tower like eagles and joined the army defending the city.

"Give Lao Tzu a hard lesson to these turtle grandsons who are plotting rebellion and treason!"

Wang Daxian, who was dressed in a gray robe, carried his hands behind his back, his goatee fluttered slightly in the cold wind, if it weren't for the murderous aura that couldn't be concealed, he looked like an immortal.

Tang An was overjoyed and said, "Daxian, why are you here?" ”

"Tang An, long time no see! The master of the door was worried that if you killed Yu Songnan, the old thief in the east would vent his anger at you, so he sent me and others to help. Wang Daxian showed a smile on his face and patted the former on the shoulder: "Tang An, Tang An, you can save Cai Xi and embarrassment regardless of life and death, we owe you a great favor from all over the Feitianmen." ”

Tang An smiled and said, "What's reluctant, Caixi is my wife, it's only right for me to save her, and it has nothing to do with Feitianmen." ”

Wang Daxian was slightly stunned, but remembered that when the black-clothed people made trouble in Moyu Academy, Cheng Caixi had to let himself protect Tang An regardless of his safety, I was afraid that Na Nizi had a secret affection for him at that time.

"You, you, you can actually pick a flower from our Feitianmen...... Wang Daxian laughed, "But although you kid is a little obscene, he is sincere, brave and strategic, and he is also a rare talent." Little Pepper can find such a home, but it is not in vain that she is infatuated. ”

Fuck, slap in the face, is there such a compliment?

"Daxian, if you can remove the previous sentence when praising me, I think the effect may be a little better."

"Haha-be careful!"

Wang Daxian said, his face suddenly changed, he pushed Tang An away, and grabbed an arrow with his hand. Looking along the trajectory, Zhan Wushuang in the distance had a grim face, and slowly put down the bow in his hand.

Tang Anxin, who had just walked away from the ghost gate, had palpitations, and scolded himself: "Fuck, the heroic grandfather is a bear grandson, a veteran general for the country and the people, how can I think that my grandson is trying to subvert what he has been guarding, and the saddest thing in life is death." Daxian, if we win, can we spare his life? ”

Wang Daxian looked admiring: "He just wanted to kill you, but you still have to intercede for him, this mind really makes the old man admire!" ”

Tang An smiled bitterly, and the lonely figure of Zhan Lingyun kneeling down to the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty came to mind, and sighed: "I'm not for him, but for a heroic soul in the sky......"

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The north wind is still howling, and the snow is still drifting.

When the sky darkened, the shouts of killing disappeared.

The ancient city walls are like eternal moats, but the giant crossbows have left ugly scars on them. The red paint on the city gate was mottled by the construction truck, and a large flag planted diagonally on the ground was still burning with flames, rising puffs of black smoke.

The worst thing is the root of the city wall, which is full of corpses on the inside and outside of the outer three. Some were crushed under the ladder, some were still hanging in the air, and some were hanging on their last breath and let out a weak moan. They seemed to be trying to crawl back to the camp, but the rebels, who had already withdrawn their troops, were so far away that no one looked here again.

The hope in the eyes of the wounded soldier slowly turned to despair, looking at the castle tower where countless people's ideals had been placed, and slowly swallowing his last breath in the cold that penetrated into the bones.

Their blood mingled, and the whole earth became a red ice, striking out against the snow.