"From tomorrow, we will attack Nanshan Fort!"

In the felt tent, Hao Jue pointed to a high ground at the southern end of Shanzhou on the sand table with a horsewhip. On this sand table, the geographical situation of Shanzhou and its vicinity is very clear. Shanzhou is located in the valley of the river, the north and south mountains face each other, and the river surrounds the city. * Blocked the upper and lower parts of the river with iron cables and water fences, and Beishan has also been taken. * The camp began to extend from Beishan to both sides, Hao Jue's camp was in the northeast, the right bank of Huangshui, Li Wentong's camp was in the southeast, and the left bank of Huangshui, the camp circled Shanzhou entirely, leaving only some gaps in the south, hanging the lives of the defenders in the city.

Now, Hao Yu wants to plug the last bit of gap and cut off the last bit of thought of the people in the city.

Nanshan Fort is not a single fortress, but a group of fortresses, guarding the edge of the Huangshui River, controlling the road from Shanzhou to the Qilian Mountains. If the short Lizang can hold Shanzhou, then the Tibetan reinforcements will enter Shanzhou through the road controlled by Nanshan Fort; If Shanzhou cannot be held in the short term, then the defenders can withdraw from Nanshan Fort into Qilian Mountain.

Attacking the city has always emphasized the lack of one of the three sieges, leaving the hope of life for the defenders to shake their will to defend the city. Hao Xuan now clearly wants to catch them all, firstly because he has an absolute advantage in troops, and partly because he does not intend to leave hope for the Tubo people.

"If you leave too much time for the enemy army, with the manpower and material resources of Shanzhou, it will not be difficult to make Nanshan Fort a solid place, and it will be more difficult to fight again when the time comes, and there will be more damage."

Hao Xuan explained to his subordinates.

Early the next morning, the siege of Nanshan Fort began. The main attack was Li Wentong's department.

The banner of the word "Li" flutters high under the South Mountain. Standing at the foot of the mountain, the hurried figure of the Tubo army on the mountain can be seen. The shouts of the defenders were constantly heard. As the * divisions moved into their positions, the noise on and off the hill gradually subsided.

The sky was a strange and charming blue, which the soldiers had never seen before in Guanzhong, and the generals told them that this sky originally belonged to them. * The soldiers had no time to look up at this tireless sky, and pricked up their ears.

Li Wentong drew his sword.

The earth-shattering drums of war rang out. Both the Tibetan army on the mountain and the * under the mountain clenched the weapons in their hands.

"Ready, put!"

The trebuchets that were already in place were activated, and the soldiers pulled the noose and launched the black stones that were burning up the mountain.

"Hide behind the low wall, the Tang people are going to throw flint blocks."

On the mountain, an experienced officer shouted loudly, and the Tibetan soldiers hid behind the bunkers, and a young soldier took a step slowly, stumbled under his feet, fell to the ground, and when he raised his head, a dozen black things that were burning in the air had already begun to fall.

The soldier closed his eyes in fear and twitched violently, as if his soul had been detached from his body, but instead of feeling hit by a heavy object, he heard a continuous roar. Then he felt countless tiny fragments fall on him, and he was smashed with a faint sharp pain. The sound I heard again was a series of screams.

As soon as the buzzing in his ears had dissipated, shaking the dust off his head, the soldier heard a sad voice:

"Lausanne, Lausanne, you can't die!"

In front of him, a tall soldier was shaking a half-seated body leaning against a low wall, his helmet hanging to the side, blood gushing from his forehead, and his eyes no longer had any sparkle.

The air was filled with a choking smell. The frenzied shouts from the bottom of the hill seemed to be the cheers of the Dons, and the soldier had just been sluggishly propped up from the ground, when he heard a low sound of breaking through the air, and the commander's warning was issued again:

"It's not a stone, it's something, hide!"

Watching the gunpowder canister with a burning flame fly up the mountain, then staggering and falling, and then exploding in the air, debris shooting everywhere, and hearing the panicked sound coming from the mountain, Li Wentong was very satisfied with the effect of this blow, and only the first test firing was able to achieve this effect, what else can be said? Keep casting.

When the igniter lit the lead rope on the gunpowder canister, the cheers of the soldiers stopped abruptly, and the soldiers looked at the soldiers of the Guards artillery battalion with some awe, and responded to the command with great vigour, and then, with a slight pull, more than a dozen gunpowder canisters flew towards the mountain, exploding in the air, shooting countless fragments in all directions, and then the screams of the Tibetan army sounded.

"God, I can't take it anymore!"

The soldier who was lying on the ground saw a warrior who had always been known for his bravery being covered in splinters, slumped against the wall, his hands and feet twitching. A huge urge drove him to get up and flee the battlefield, but when the sound of breaking the air sounded again, he chose to climb down and bury his head in it.

"It can't go on like this!" The Tubo general in the first line of defense shouted, "If we continue like this, we will be finished by ourselves if we don't have to fight." The cavalry is ready to attack and burn the opponent's trebuchet! ”

The cavalry, hidden behind the fortress, was quickly prepared. Relying on the great losses suffered by Short Lizang under Didao City, all the war horses of the Tubo army are now blocked by their ears. When the sixth wave of gunpowder canisters exploded, the Tibetan cavalry, shouting war songs, opened the gate and rushed down the mountain.

Condescending and having a speed advantage, can you stop it?

Li Wentong held his sword in his hand and ordered loudly:

"The enemy cavalry is coming, treat them well!"

Three columns of infantry had already prepared themselves and stood in front of the formation. But the strange thing is that what they hold in their hands is not a spear, not a Mo knife, and not a Xingzhi strong crossbow that terrifies the Tubo army, but-

Bamboo pipe!