"It's still down!" Ma Lan sighed softly.

The battle in the trench was the sole responsibility of Li Gongpo, and the Zhangxiong did not launch an attack on the Subi who laid down their arms, so they naturally received Li Gongpo's order. Now Li Gongbu has also learned the flag language of the Tang Army, and he uses it decently.

The Subi tribe saved more than 2,000 warriors, and the Subi tribe escaped the fate of extinction for the time being. Although the women and children who came with them were afraid of trouble, at least the tribe was saved. If all the warriors were dead, the women and children would definitely be annexed by other tribes, and there would be no Subi tribes in the future.

The subsequent tribal warriors saw the sudden surrender of the Subians, and their advance could not help but slow down. They were ordered to besiege and kill the Suvis, but suddenly they had no goal.

Behind him, the desolate trumpets sounded one after another, and the soldiers of all ethnic groups dispersed and slowly dispersed to the three sides of the city.

Ma Ling saw it very clearly, and Zhu Dan was about to launch a desperate attack. Attacking from three directions at the same time, the Tubo forces were relatively dispersed, but the Zhangxiong were more difficult to defend, after all, the Tuxiong had a numerical advantage.

But it didn't matter, he didn't care. The soldiers of the various divisions are cannon fodder for the ruler belt Zhudan, and the Zhangxiong people are also cannon fodder for him. It's just a mutual attrition between the cannon fodder on both sides, it's not a big deal.

The old and weak Zhangxiong in the trench is naturally not enough to block all the Qiang people, and if it can be blocked, the surrendered city will have no meaning of existence. This majestic castle with its bastions and winding walls was built to defend against future artillery attacks, and it would be a pity if it could not play a role in this battle.

Nearly 30,000 warriors of various tribes were scattered in all directions, with nearly 10,000 on each of the three sides of the city. It seems that the ruler belt Zhudan is preparing to use the advantage of numbers to pile up the Xiangxiong and the Anxi army alive.

Ma Luan's expression was extremely calm, and there didn't seem to be any nervousness on the side of the elephant male. The Zhangxiong warriors at the bottom are extremely confident in the protection of the ancestor of the Protector of War, as for Li Gongbu, this is his only chance to restore the country, only to do a good job, how can he have a chance to be nervous.

Several Zhangxiong warriors rushed out from the slope of the trench, stood in front of the Subi warriors, said something loudly, and then turned around and ran backwards. With these guys leading the way, the warriors of the Subi tribe stopped running blindly and quickly ran to the surrendered city.

On a large meadow reserved outside the surrendered city, Li Gongbu's most elite cavalry of nearly Vientiane Xiong was stationed here. When the Suvi people arrived, they were immediately surrounded by the Zhangzhung cavalry.

At the Tubo Central Military Office, the horn sounded intensively again. The tribal warriors who were approaching the trench from three directions moved again, slowly approaching the trench.

In the middle of the trench, the roar of the elephant and the male suddenly sounded. Ma Lan understood it, to the effect that if you put down your weapons now, the Protector of the God of War Ancestor can spare you from dying, otherwise you will be killed.

The horns of the Tibetan Central Military Department were more dense, but they could not suppress the shouts of the Zhangxiong people. Ma Lan looked at Li Gongbu in the open space below the city, and said in his heart, I'm afraid this is useless. Those who want to surrender have already surrendered, and those who don't want to surrender are willing to surrender after shouting two words?

However, at this moment, thousands of Qiang people near the cliff suddenly shouted and put down their weapons, and quickly rushed into the open space between the trenches and shouted. The Tubo people's encirclement of the trench was missing a large piece in an instant.

"Is that okay?" Ma Lan twitched the corners of his mouth.

"These guys must have made up their minds to surrender, otherwise they wouldn't have been like this." Duan Xiushi's spirits perked up, and he pointed at those Qiang people and said with a smile, "Those are all party members, and they are most in awe of ghosts and gods, and they must have believed in the statement that the general is the ancestor of the God of War who protects the law, so they decided to come down." This tribe fought the most fiercely, these more than 5,000 people came to surrender, and the Tubo people broke an arm. ”

Ma Lan nodded, admiring Li Gongbu's reaction last night. In the final analysis, it was dozens of catties of black powder that made a little noise, but it turned out to have such an effect.

The hairstyles and flags of the Dangxiang people were very recognizable, and Ma Lu naturally recognized that it was indeed the Dangxiang tribe that surrendered. It seems that even the strong party members are equally unwilling to be cannon fodder for the Tubo people.

The party members also laid down their arms, and Li Gongbu was overjoyed. As the king of Zhangxiong, he naturally didn't want to let the Zhangxiong people die too much. At that moment, the order was quickly transmitted, and a male jumped into the open space between the trenches, leading the party members to run quickly to the surrendered city.

"General, these people can only be regarded as surrendering to the Tang Dynasty, but they cannot be regarded as surrendering to Zhangxiong. We must insist on this. Cen Shen looked at the party soldiers who were running towards the city quickly, and said in a deep voice.

Ma Lan nodded, and said in his heart that this is natural. Zhangxiong must not become the second Tibetan, he knows this very well.

"That being the case, these party members should not be under the jurisdiction of Li Gongbu. I will now go and co-opt them, and I will not let them be used by Li Gongbu. Duan Xiushi said.

Ma Lan nodded, and Duan Xiushi immediately got up and quickly descended the city wall along the ramp.

More than 5,000 people from the party tribe defected, and Zhu Dan was so angry that he gritted his teeth in the Chinese army. However, he could not do anything, because only the soldiers of the party came this time, and no women or children followed. Although the Subi tribe had women and children to follow, at this time he could not care about dividing his forces to punish the women and children of the Subi tribe.

When the tent flew into the sky last night, all the ministers were dead, and he had to give the orders himself. With an angry order, more than 20,000 members of the Chinese army moved forward quickly, spears and heavy swords pointed at the various tribes in front.

The surrender of the Dangxiang tribe was planned last night, but the rest of the tribal warriors did not have such a plan, so they saw that the army of Zampu was pouring up, so they had to jump down the deep trench one by one under the order of the leader, and some of them rushed directly into the road reserved between the trenches, trying to rush to the city through the road.

The bloody battle unfolded in an instant, and the tribal warriors and the Zhangxiong warriors in the trench fought desperately. The Zhangxiong were not fond of fighting, and after a number of casualties, they repeated their old tricks and fled along the trench to the rear, while the tribal warriors followed closely.

The tribal warriors who zigzagged along the road between the trenches had only rudimentary leather armor, and then they became the living targets of the Zhangxiong, and they were shot by feathered arrows flying from all directions, and a large number of people fell, and the rest had no choice but to jump off the trenches and engage in a face-to-face fight with the Zhangxiong.

The Zhangxiong people are extremely brave, but there are too many tribal warriors, and even though the Xiangxiong people have the advantage of the terrain, it is difficult to separate and surround the steady stream of tribal warriors.

In every trench, the Zhangxiong and the warriors of various tribes are fighting to the death, and the Zhangxiong people hiding in various lanes continue to rush out, blocking the attacks of the tribal warriors with their lives.

In such a situation, it is difficult to maintain a casualty ratio of two to one. The old and weak of the Xiangxiong people still have a lot of advantages by relying on the terrain, but the advantage has been greatly reduced compared to before.

The bloody battles were fought in one trench after another, and although the tribal warriors quickly lost their way, they continued to occupy one trench after another by advancing step by step by relying on their numerical superiority. No one tried to pass through the terrible iron fence above the trench, and all the people were scurrying around the trench, rushing up to fight when they saw the elephant male.

Seeing the trenches falling into the hands of the tribal warriors, Ma Lu's expression was extremely indifferent. In such a situation, the casualties of the Zhangxiong people are still less than the soldiers of the various divisions, which has been played very well. After all, they are all old and weak, but they are facing the elites of various tribes.

Outside the surrendered city, there was a sound of killing, and the ditch outside was soon filled with wet corpses. The tribal warriors who entered the trench rushed forward with their heads down, with blood up to their ankles.

More than 20,000 of the most elite warriors stopped outside the trench, again scattered in three directions. After the tribal warriors had advanced one or two hundred paces in the trench, the desolate trumpet sounded again, and the warriors rushed forward quickly along the path left between the trenches.

At the forefront were the warriors of the Logos, who were covered in armor, and there were seven or eight thousand such warriors. The rest of the warriors followed, moving forward quickly with a variety of weapons.

The Zhang-zhung warriors and the tribal soldiers fought in the trenches, fighting each lane repeatedly, and the elite soldiers quickly marched along the roads between the trenches, and soon crossed the area of contention between the two sides in the trenches. At this time, the Zhangxiong people guarding the rear trenches also found some elite soldiers, and with a short order, the Zhangxiong people in each trench poked their heads out and sent a fluffy feather arrow at the Luo soldiers, and a large number of Zhangxiong warriors rushed up along the slope and pounced on the Luo people with Tibetan spears.

The defense ability of the Zha Jia is really good, at such a close distance, the feather arrows of the Xiangxiong people can not inflict fatal injuries on the Luo people, and many Luo soldiers are full of feather arrows, still roaring and charging forward. However, the close range of the Tibetan spear could not be defended even by piercing the armor. This metal spear with a unique metal spear body that occupies one-third of the spear is the most effective weapon against the armor. The narrow tip of the spear easily passed through the gap in the armor, and when it was pulled out, it brought out a rain of blood, and one of the warriors fell.

Without the threat of feathered arrows, the damage to the soldiers would not be as severe. Standing on the edge of the trench, the Mahsihung warriors were holding Tibetan spears and the Zhangxiong people in the trench were stabbing each other, and the Zhangxiong warriors who rushed up the slope were also stabbing with spears, all of which were life-for-life fighting, and the passage was soon filled with corpses, and the Logos had to pay a very heavy price for every step forward, and the casualties of the Zhangxiong were also rising rapidly.

"General, why don't you send a few hundred brothers to support?" Cen Shen looked at the old and weak Zhangxiong who was fighting with some armor warriors below, and couldn't help but speak.

Ma Luan's expression was calm and he shook his head slightly.

You can't listen to this master for such things. The ruler belt Zhudan has not taken advantage of it now, and he can't risk the life of the Han family's son. (To be continued.) )