Although he was sighing, the corners of Feng Changqing's mouth had a strong smile. Apparently he did not care at all about the death of the Persian soldiers.

Among the people present, perhaps the one who hated these Persians the most was Feng Changqing. The Battle of Talas he planned caused Gao Xianzhi to suffer an unprecedented defeat and had to leave Anxi and return to Beijing. The Persians in the Battle of Talas were the main force, and most of the Persian soldiers in front of them had been driven from the east bank of the Yaozhishui River, and most of them had participated in the Battle of Talas. For these people, Feng Changqing only has the mind to deal with it quickly, where will there be half a point of sympathy.

"Doctor, you can watch from now on. Such battles will become the norm for the Anxi Army in the future. The loss of the Han family's sons and daughters will be reduced to a very low level. Ma Lan smiled.

"If this is really the case, the old man will thank Renjie for the sons and daughters of the Anxi Han family." Feng Changqing smiled extremely happily, and suddenly shouted loudly in the direction of Tian Mingyuan, "Shoot quickly!" Shoot these black-clad thieves! ”

Feng Changqing personally ordered, Tian Mingyuan could only interrupt the rhythm, and immediately waved the flag in his hand.

"Collapse collapse! ……”

The sound of the machine smashing down was one after another, followed by a sharp and piercing whistling. Hundreds of huge arrows swept through the walls and rained down on the Persian army.

The Persian soldiers howled in anger and finally filled the second trench with their bodies. The Persian warriors at the top stepped on top of their companions' heads, screaming and desperately lying on the barbed wire, trying to make a way for their companions behind.

The Persian soldiers in the back struggled to roll over the soldiers lying on the barbed wire and came between the second and the last trenches. Without hesitation, the men immediately jumped down the trench with a roar, screaming in pain inside.

The last trench was the widest and the deepest. The Persian general hid in the trench and commanded loudly in Persian. Ma Lan listened to him, but asked the following soldiers to quickly fill in the trench and rush through the last obstacle after the trench.

The bloody aura in the air was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, Feng Changqing looked at the Persian soldiers who had become sparse, squinted his eyes and said, "Renjie, you were also present on the night of the defeat of Talas that day. The old man stayed behind Anxi, I don't know how the general was defeated, you can tell the old man. ”

Ma Lan smiled, Feng Changqing obviously thought that the victory or defeat was decided, so it was so easy. In fact, he saw it that way, too, because the three-stage shooting had been carried out for almost ten rounds, and the Persians who had been crucified outside the camp were almost 10,000.

"Doctor, when the Japanese army was released, it was such a night. The Qarluqs fled first, and the door to the rear of our Anxi army camp was opened. It was raining heavily, the bow and crossbow could not be stretched, and more than ten thousand black-clothed thieves attacked together, and the tall general couldn't resist it. ”

"Was that the black-clad thief so crazy that day?" Feng Changqing asked.

Ma Lan nodded and said, "The doctrine of Mokomo, with all believers as brothers and sisters, is the most demagogic. The black-clad thief believes in his teachings, which is why he is so crazy. This is the terrible thing about the great cannibal, although the black clothes have only been in place for a few years, the people's hearts are extremely cohesive. Hu Shang traveled to and from both sides of the Green Mountain, and was familiar with the military situation in Anxi, but our Anxi army did not know much about the black-clothed thieves, and it was not by chance that General Gao was defeated by Talas. ”

Feng Changqing was silent for a moment, and said abruptly: "If there was no heavy rain that day, and the Qarluq people did not defect, would the tall general still be defeated?" ”

Ma Lan looked at Feng Changqing and said seriously: "If there is no heavy rain, my Anxi army can only return with the whole division, and it is impossible to defeat the big cannibals." The army fought hard under the fortified city for five days, and the losses were huge, and the crossbow arrows were also extremely scarce, and the grain and grass brought by Changxingfang could not support it for ten days. Even if it is with the ability of a tall general, it has no power to return to heaven. ”

Feng Changqing nodded silently.

Datang and Dashi are separated by a green ridge, and there are many small countries on the west side of the green ridge in the middle, so they have no experience in direct combat. He didn't personally participate in the Battle of Talas, but now he saw the madness of the black-clad soldiers.

While they were talking, another three-stage shot had been completed. The number of black-clothed soldiers who died had exceeded half.

With such serious battle damage, I am afraid that even the Anxi army will not be able to bear it. However, in his field of vision, all the black-clothed soldiers ignored it and desperately rushed forward.

"I'm afraid that only the education of the famous religion can make these people no longer believe in Mokomat." Feng Changqing sighed.

"Difficult. The only people who can obey the king are the people of my Han family, these black-clothed thieves have fallen into the devil, and no one can change them. That's why I want to control the river, move to the Han people, and separate the black-clothed thieves from the Turks in the steppe. A dead black-clothed thief is a good black-clothed thief, and when my Anxi army sets foot in the river to open a military town, there will never be a living black-clothed thief left east of Wuhu Water! ”

"But that would have caused a lot of killing."

Ma Lan smiled and said: "Killing is naturally not contaminated without contamination, and now the two foreign princes of the Tang Dynasty have almost killed the black-clothed thief, and we are just finishing up in the past." ”

The third trench was also filled with Persian infantry, and I don't know how many were trampled to death in the trench. This trench is the widest, and the soil is also piled up close to the camp, so the barbed wire is also the highest. The remnants of the Persian soldiers desperately sent their companions to the barbed wire, and when they arrived at the barbed wire, the Persian soldiers endured the pain and lay on it, and the subsequent Persian soldiers were sent up by their companions one by one, and then rolled over the barbed wire and fell under the wall.

These soldiers are sparsely scattered, and they are not a climate at all. With the short command of the junior officers, the infantry in the walled wall bent their bows and arrows, and shot a rain of arrows through the fence. The Persian soldiers who got too close were stabbed to death by the infantry behind the fence with spears, and could not get close to the wall.

The Persian general was still hiding in the last trench, leaning against the wall of the pit and screaming desperately. His knee had been shattered by Li Zhengde, but he didn't seem to feel pain. Under his orders, the Persian soldiers stepped on the corpses of their companions, and they still poured in like a tide.

Ma Lan knew that the remaining six or seven thousand Persians were all going to fall here. Looking at the Persian general, Ma Lan smiled and nodded. For a while, he liked this guy a little.

If the Persian soldiers disperse in a hurry, it will be annoying for 20,000 black-clothed thieves to harass all parts of Anxi. Now it's good, this guy himself sent 20,000 soldiers under the camp, which can be described as sending sheep into the tiger's mouth. If it weren't for this guy's cooperation, it would not be so easy to kill 20,000 Persians in one fell swoop. The Anxi army can win this time, this person should be the first to take the lead!

"Rush! Come on! Rush in! Their crossbow bolts are running out, and they win by rushing in! ”

Ma Lan heard it clearly, and laughed secretly in his heart. This guy doesn't know where he got the confidence, and he actually talks like this. Heaven is pitiful, the crossbow arrows that have been shot now are less than half of what they carried this time, and they are distributed to the remaining Persians, and each of them can share a dozen of them.

These Persian peasants had grown into real soldiers, and if they hadn't died like this, the Anxi army would have suffered. However, at this moment, the victory and defeat have been divided, and all that remains is to besiege and kill, and there is no difficulty at all.

Seeing that it was almost over, Ma Ling took the seven-stone bow from Li Zhengde's hand, bent the bow and shot an arrow, and shot it condescendingly at the Persian general.

The long arrow easily shattered the other knee of the Persian general, also from the back of the crook of the leg. The Persian general screamed, could no longer support his body, and collapsed in agony in the trench.

Li Zhengde applauded repeatedly, and Ma Ling laughed. If he can't shoot at such a close distance, he's a pig.

The guards roared and pounced on the Persian general, blocking him from below. Ma Lan smiled and handed the longbow to Li Zhengde. It's going to be won anyway, and it doesn't matter if you kill this guy or not. He still has some questions to ask this guy, he wants to know how much water he has in his brain, he has to take these guys to death so early, and he won't let Anxi Jun sleep even a single Anshengjae.

Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out: "Bosnu! The winner has been divided, why not drop early? Heaven has the virtue of a good life, if you wait, I promise not to hurt your life! ”

The corners of Ma Lan's mouth twitched, and he looked at Bian Lingcheng on the back of the camel. The lieutenant was standing firmly on the back of a camel, shouting loudly outside the camp.

Dead black-clothed thieves are good black-clothed thieves, who wants them to surrender? Ma Lan was annoyed in his heart, and glanced at Feng Changqing, who was also angry, but he didn't speak.

The merit of surrendering is greater than that of killing, everyone knows it, but these are the ones who helped the Talas River. Posilin defeated the Persian tribal soldiers of the Anxi army, Feng Changqing and Ma Lu were not ready to let them live, where could they be allowed to surrender?

But Bian Lingcheng has a special identity, this guy actually interfered, and they had no choice.

At this time, Bian Lingcheng brought the advantage of Zhongguan's voice to the limit, and his sharp voice did not fall behind in the angry shouts of the Persians. In the trench, the Persian general poked his head out of the edge of the pit, looked back at the place where the attack had begun, and could not help but scream.

Turning his head and saying something to the guards, they hugged him out of the trench. At this time, he finally saw the situation on the battlefield clearly, and he couldn't help but feel frightened.

His family hides in the Tocharian Mountains, waiting for a chance to restore the kingdom. He had less than a thousand men under him, and he would not fight at all.

The months of fighting against the Sogdians had built his reputation, and it was only then that he realized how stupid he was when he thought he was already a qualified general.

This is not the Talas River, this is fighting on the land of the Tang Dynasty. The strength of the Tang Army is terrifying, and he finally experienced it personally.

At this time, the remaining Persian soldiers were already less than 5,000 people. Seeing another ** Si disciple being shot down by the Tang people's crossbow arrows, he was finally completely desperate.

If you can't defeat the Tang people, you can't win dignity. It is no longer possible to survive in Datang decently, and now you can only pray for Datang's forgiveness.

"Don't fight, I'll wait for the surrender! Surrender! The Persian general, with all his might, shouted loudly into the camp.

What he said was the official dialect of the Central Plains, although it was a little jerky, but he could still hear it clearly.

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