Chapter 108

auspicious time

It's not as dangerous as Kushui and Hongkou, but Qingyang is also a big city, and if you want to take it down in just three days, no one will think that this is an easy thing

But the vanguard commander of the soldiers didn't think so, maybe the battle went too smoothly after this fight, or maybe the sons and daughters under his command were elite enough, he even felt that three days was too long, and he wanted to finish his work in one battle! Just tonight, the fire burned the head of Qingyang City and hammered through the heavy city gate...... When the fire in the city is extinguished tomorrow, Qingyang will no longer be Nanli's territory.

The soldiers are all up, and they are riding horses.

As early as the daytime, there were generals who were specially responsible for preparing the 'rope throwing' and led people to calculate the distance and make obvious marks on the ground.

At this moment, the army entered the rope throwing position planned during the day, and 10,000 elite soldiers came out of the ranks, turning into ten thousand troops scattered around the position, responsible for garrisoning in case the Nanli people would take advantage of the night to sneak attack;

The main force of the real 'rope throwing' was a full 60,000 people, lined up in a long line under the leadership of the commander, quietly waiting for the commander's order. After the rope throwing began, the soldiers in the first row threw the oil cans and then scattered to the left and right, and went around to the last row. The second platoon threw and then dispersed, and so on and so forth, until the 60,000 soldiers threw away all the five cans they were carrying. A total of 300,000 cans of Western Regions fire oil, all the belongings of the Fanzi Advance Army, they will all smash into Qingyang this night;

Five hundred cavalry and archers formed a death squad to hide on the edge of the position, and when hundreds of thousands of oil cans were thrown into the place, they would splash away and shoot rockets at the head of the city in the face of the snipers of the defenders;

Another 20,000 men were the main besiegers, with sandbags attached to their horses and huge rafts hidden in the ranks to attack the gates......

Liu Hou stood at the head of the city.

In the middle of the night, the air was slightly cool, but Lord Taishou's forehead was not satisfied with dense beads of sweat, Liu Hou didn't even know that he was sweating, his eyes were firmly fixed on the direction of the enemy's approach, although the night was dark, with his eyesight, he couldn't help but look around, as if he didn't pay attention to this dark would rush out of a devil and swallow the life of the whole city.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves disappeared.

The night that had been full of killing and the roar of iron hooves suddenly became silent, and the process from chaos to silence was actually a gradual process, but because the defenders' hearts were too nervous, to their ears, there was no transition between the two states, and it was all of a sudden, deathly silent.

In a moment, a long horn sounded in the distance.

At the corner, the wind was blowing. The strange sound of whirring was undoubtedly the sound of the wind, but none of the defenders in the city could feel even the slightest trace of wind passing by. The wind was in the distance, between the ropes picked up by a large number of soldiers, it could not blow the city, but the biting cold that was wrapped in it penetrated deeply into the bone marrow of every Qingyang person.

I don't know who sighed heavily: "It's here." ”

Here it comes. The sound of the wind grew suddenly, and a black oppressive thing, like a crazy night sparrow, more like a mourning crow, surged in flocks and overwhelmingly, from vague to clear...... When people are nervous, they will always instinctively magnify the danger, so the process of the canister full of fire oil flying in Liu Hou's eyes was so slow, they just approached little by little, rolled awkwardly, and occasionally a few canisters collided in the air, and shattered with a 'pop'.

What should come will come, no matter how slow they fly...... What's more, they don't fly slowly at all!

The crisp sound of the pottery shattering suddenly became loud, and it became a piercing sound that swept in all directions, accompanied by a sharp and pungent smell of fire oil, which did not stink, but made people upset and a little disgusting.

The rope throwing stunt is well known, at least seventy percent of the thousands of jars accurately landed on the city, and the rest either collided with each other in the air or smashed into the city walls, and some were thrown far away and fell into the city.

Oil can't hurt people, but cans can smash people, soldiers or block or hide, the city has to be in a panic, Ren Xiaoyu frowned, pouted, took out a handkerchief to wipe a small piece of oil stains splashed on the sleeves, this is her favorite dress, specially worn out to send her sweetheart out on the expedition, waiting for her sweetheart to triumph.

After one round of rope throwing, it only took a few breaths, and the second round of oil tanks arrived.

……

The wind was behind him, and Wanfu Commander Dorjee Demba was gritting his teeth, gritting his teeth excitedly.

Dorjee Demba commanded ten thousand-man teams in charge of the positional garrison.

The tactics of the plateau rope throwing are famous all over the world, this kind of offensive even the gods can not resist, the only way to crack is only to rush to counterattack, break the 'rope throwing' before the Tubo people set fire, so the team responsible for the garrison has a very heavy task, often faces the enemy's crazy impact, indispensable to fight to the death, but after the war, they are the guards with the most meager credit, and it is really a thankless drudgery.

However, unlike other captains who cursed and were unhappy when they were selected as guards, Dorjee Demba took the initiative to fight for this task every time, not because he was stupider than others, nor for the sake of cursing up with the commander, the reason why he was vying to be a guard errand was simple: he liked the feeling of large canisters of fire oil rising from behind him and converging into clouds to bombard the enemy city.

The wind behind you is loud and the black clouds are rising and sweeping away, and this kind of enjoyment is not something that everyone can experience.

Truly wonderful, the joy of Dorjee Demba alone.

But enjoy the enjoyment, he will not relax the slightest on his duties, at this moment he personally led a thousand elite guards at the forefront of the position, the remaining nine thousand troops patrolled in all directions, once the enemy is found, they will immediately gather together to protect the main army, if the enemy is strong, it doesn't matter, you must know that there are still 20,000 siege forces in the rear formation, and they can rush to help at any time.

With one Qingyang, even if all the centaurs are combined, can they rush their guards? Dorjee Demba doesn't think so.

The other garrisons kept passing on the military information to Wanfu's strengths, but they never found out about the enemy, so they thought it was the Qingyang people who accepted their fate. Dorjee Demba smiled pleasantly, continued his enjoyment, and silently counted the oil cans rising behind him...... There were 3,000 people in one row, and 60,000 male soldiers lined up in twenty rows, and it took a total of 100 rounds to smash out all the 300,000 cans of fire oil.

A call was given to the front row to shoot, the oil tank flew into the sky, the soldiers went around the back, the back row stepped on the rope and continued to throw the rope, the offensive was carried out in an orderly manner, without the slightest hindrance, Dorjee Demba had already counted to seventy-six, and the war horse under his crotch suddenly snorted, inexplicably a little uneasy, raised his head and looked into the distance, and his front hooves stomped the ground restlessly.

Dorjee Demba didn't care, even people would become nervous when they were on the battlefield, not to mention the horses, occasionally making a little temper and being startled was nothing, he reached out and patted the neck of the war horse to soothe the matter, and there was a burst of air roaring behind him, and the captain of Wanfu counted lightly: "Seventy-seven." ”

Tantric 'seven' is the upper number, and seventy-seven is a good number, which is very auspicious...... But at this 'auspicious' 'Qiqi' moment, a little fire suddenly flashed in the reckless darkness ahead, and then the fire flew into the sky and flew from a distance.

Anyone could see what that string of fires was: rocket arrows.

But what's the use of 'seeing', who can stop the rocket shot by the great grandmaster! Luo Guan's bowstring trembled, and twenty arrows ignited and shot out, heading straight for the 'seventy-seven' wave of oil canisters that had just taken off into the air.

The arrow is like lightning, and there is no false fire.

There was a muffled bang and clusters of clusters scattered, brighter than the fireworks during the festival, illuminating the deep night sky. Twenty arrows, twenty cans, when the fire bloomed, it spread to other cans, and more than 200 cans of fire oil turned into a rain of fire and poured down towards the avant-garde thousand people of Dorjee Demba.

Two hundred out of 300,000, such a loss is completely negligible, but it is a clear signal: Nanli counterattacked and rushed into battle!

Dorjee Demba didn't care about the fire and rain around him, and immediately sent a team of men and horses to charge towards the enemy's archery, and at the same time, the horns of the guards were in contact, and the three thousand teams nearby quickly approached, while throwing soil and sand to help the friendly troops extinguish the fire, while forming a formation to defend the outpost, all the guards were wound with arrows, knives out of the sheath, and ready for battle.

Dorjee Demba didn't care about the sons who were still struggling in the sea of fire, he commanded his team to adjust the formation slightly, and changed his defense into an attack, although he was a guard, he had to attack as a defense, as long as the enemy appeared, he would fight a counter-charge.

Soon the sound of horses' hooves in front came, although it was hurried but there was no momentum, it sounded like hundreds of people, as expected, Qingyang City could not organize any decent attack, Dorjee Demba showed a fierce light, and ordered the team to prepare for battle, but soon he frowned.

He could see clearly that it was his own people who were rushing in: the team that had just been sent out to charge the enemy shooters.

The soldier looked panicked and ran in disarray...... No matter what danger there is in front of the cavalry, the cavalry can not run back to the home team in such a mess, this is a big taboo for the cavalry, affecting the morale of the army, the most important horses are beasts after all, no matter how obedient they are usually trained, there are times when they lose their temper, so they may rush back into their own military formation.

Without the order of the commander of the ten thousand soldiers, the generals of their own soldiers shouted loudly and ordered the soldiers who fled back to stop with their horses, but those cavalry actually ignored the military orders and still rushed back vigorously, without the slightest intention of stopping.

Dorjee Demba was furious and wanted to scold in person, but when the words came to his mouth, he was rushed back into his stomach by a breath of cold air, and the sons who fled back were closer, so that the commander could see more clearly: those soldiers were desperately pulling the reins...... It was not that the cavalry fled, but that the horses were frightened, and a team of hundreds of people was shocked.

Frightened so many horses unless the enemy sends out a pack of tigers, right?

The more his own people rushed closer and closer, if they didn't stop them, they would really impact the brigade, the herald looked at the commander, Dorjee Demba did not hesitate at all, and said in a deep voice: "Shoot!" "When the two armies fight, a complete formation is the basic guarantee of the group, once it is scattered and then attacked by the enemy, the consequences are unimaginable, just for hundreds of his own people, the commander will not take this risk.

But what the commander never dreamed of, before the military order was handed down, a terrible cry suddenly exploded in the darkness ahead, and then the bloody wind swept and whistled, and the earth trembled with a loud rumble, and his own war horse also went crazy...... Song Yang must fight tonight, because his stupid friend Liu Er is going to lead a flock of birds to attack at night, and Song Yang wants to guard him from harm-

Yesterday there was something at home.,I didn't have time to code words.,So there's less update.,Everyone's understanding.,I'm sorry, I'm sorry.。

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