In front of Chang'an City, hundreds of thousands of Turks cut down the trees near Chang'an City, and the Turks secretly sneaked from the Bohai Sea and began to use the wood to build siege equipment for the Turkic army. A large trench dozens of miles long is being dug in full swing. Dozens of high-platform camps seem to have stood overnight in the dangerous place of the thirteen gates on all sides of Chang'an City. It was as if dozens of giant pincers had firmly locked the Chang'an portal. The great camp of the Turks was surrounded by turrets, antlers, thorns, archers, hookers, stumbling ropes, and pits.

Li Shimin, who had been carefully observing the movements of the coalition forces of various ethnic groups under the city for several days, and the famous ministers and generals under his command all looked solemn and abnormal at this moment.

"What do you think?" Li Shimin asked in a deep voice.

"The commander of the Turks this time is well versed in the siege method that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Han people, and the troops are arranged in an orderly manner, and he is by no means a mediocre person." Uncle Qin Baohong said.

"I know this," Li Shimin's face showed a hint of anxiety, "What I want to know is that the Turks have completed the construction of the camp, the siege machinery is also ready, and the morale is strong, why haven't they attacked the city yet?"

"In our humble opinion, they are still waiting for the warplane." Wei Zheng took a step forward and whispered.

"Fighters? What warplane?" Li Shimin frowned and asked.

"Waiting for our morale to be at its lowest." Wei Zheng bowed his head and said.

"Morale at its lowest? Hmph, I'm afraid they'll never get to wait for that day." Li Shimin's eyes flashed with a hint of pride.

"Your Majesty, if another Turkic man appears from the direction of Hebei Province at this moment, as long as the number of troops exceeds 100,000, it will deal a devastating blow to the morale of the current soldiers. Especially when this army is the most elite of the Turks." Wei Zheng lowered his head and continued, "At that time, the enemy army will attack the city with all their might, and within half a month, Chang'an will be lost. The minister found that the most elite iron cavalry and flying feather team of the Turks were not under the city, and believed that they were attacking the city and plundering the land on the Hebei Road, and they were speeding up."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding civil ministers and military generals all turned pale, and no one said a word.

At this moment, Hou Junji, the squire of the military department, walked quickly to the head of the city, came to Li Shimin, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Qiqi Sheng, the minister has a secret report."

Li Shimin frowned, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, you come with me."

"Qi Qi Sheng, the 150,000 Turkic army under the leadership of the third prince Mantuo has marched straight into Hengzhou." Hou Junji is in the tunnel.

Li Shimin, who was in the imperial study of the Liangyi Palace, asked calmly, "Hmph, I had expected this to be the case. The soldiers and horses of Hengzhou have defected to the Turks?"

Hou Junji showed a strange smile on his face, and said respectfully: "God bless my dynasty, instead of sacrificing the city to the enemy, the Hengzhou rebels joined forces with our soldiers and horses to fight against foreign enemies and defend the city of Hengzhou, and also made the Turks suffer a small loss when they started the war, losing thousands of men and horses."

"Oh? Is that true?" Li Shimin raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to make Hou Junji stand up, and asked eagerly.

"This matter has been repeatedly verified by me and has been verified." Hou Junji hurriedly said.

Li Shimin closed his lips tightly, paced back and forth in the study expressionlessly, and only raised his head for a long time, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. Hou Junji looked at him inexplicably and laughed heartily, not knowing what was going on in his head.

"Okay, now even God is helping me." Li Shimin suppressed his laughter and said excitedly, "I thought that the old people in Hebei would never be used by me, but I didn't expect that at this life-and-death juncture, they would start to work for me. Isn't that providential? The Turks should be destroyed, and the Tang Dynasty should be prosperous, this is the way of heaven and must not be violated. Hahahaha!"

"God bless the Tang Dynasty, my emperor is blessed with heaven." Hou Junji knelt on the ground again and said loudly. But a sinister smile appeared on his face: "Isn't it that you, Li Shimin, are going to use up the luck of your life this time?"

"You have to find a way to send someone to inform the Hengzhou garrison, and their name of treason against the Tang Dynasty will be written off. If they can hold Hengzhou for ten days, I will be able to seize the opportunity to disintegrate the Cypriot and foreign coalition forces from within. If Chang'an is guaranteed this time, the whole army of Hengzhou is the first hero, and I have my own reward." Li Shimin said proudly.

"Qi Qi Shengshang, this time the Holy Lord cleverly arranged to lure the Turkic army south to attack Tang, and took this opportunity to secretly send the Sixth Route Army to conquer Dingxiang City. Majestic and strategic, it can be described as unprecedented. If the world knows that it is a rebel who wants to rebel against the Tang Dynasty and a thief who has become the first hero to resist the Turks, it will really greatly damage the wisdom of the saints." Hou Junji's face showed a respectful look and spoke eloquently.

"Hmph." The gloomy look on Li Shimin's face flashed for a moment, "These will be reasoned after the fact. Just tell me if there's a way to notify the garrison in Hengzhou City."

"The scout horses under the command of Wei Chen were sniped by the scout brigade of the Turkic Hebei Province and the East Province of the River, and they were killed and wounded. These precious news were all given to me by them who risked their lives to bring back to the capital. All of a sudden, I couldn't find the right person to deliver the letter." Hou Junji's face was embarrassed.

"I can't find it among the officers and soldiers, but can there be suitable characters among the people?" Li Shimin asked with an impassive expression.

Hou Junji's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "The minister knows that a world-famous media is in the capital, and it is most suitable for him to be the messenger this time."

"Hengzhou Hebei Rush?" Princess Jinxiu and the second prince Fengjie frowned, looked at the scouts who rushed back from Hengzhou, and asked in unison.

"It was the third prince's Iron Cavalry Flying Feather Team that was unexpectedly attacked, losing thousands of soldiers and horses, and retreating more than thirty miles before gaining a firm foothold." The scout bowed his head and said in a deep voice.

"So, what happened?" Princess Splendid asked in a deep voice in her soft, slightly hoarse voice.

"After the third prince ordered the whole army to rest for seven hours, he led an army of 150,000 to storm the city of Hengzhou by night, and once occupied the north and east gates of Hengzhou. The soldiers and horses of the Hengzhou Tang Dynasty resisted stubbornly, fought to the death, and even wiped out thousands of elite soldiers who attacked the city, and the siege battle has since fallen into a stalemate. The third prince divided the whole army into three groups and took turns to attack the city, so as not to give the defenders the slightest respite. However, the defenders of Hengzhou stubbornly held the head of the city and did not retreat a single step, and until I left Hengzhou, there was no progress in the fighting." The scout bowed his head.

Although it was only a few words, the eyes of Princess Splendid and the second prince Fengjie flashed with the bloody and tragic fierce battle at the head of Hengzhou City. Mantuo's troops are the most elite army in the desert, and how brave the soldiers and horses are needed to be able to stop their footsteps in the city of Hengzhou, the tragedy and thrilling siege of the siege are by no means describable by the pen and ink of the world.

After being silent for a long time, Fengjie coughed and glanced at Princess Jinxiu. Princess Splendid nodded, and said in a loud voice, "Where is Puaman?" As soon as the curtain of the main tent of the Turkic village was lifted, Pu'aman's sturdy and vigorous figure walked into the tent quickly, and kneeled down in front of the two.

"Aman, you lead all the remaining elites of the Tu Nan team to rush to Hengzhou immediately to see if you can help the third prince."

"Yes!" Pua replied loudly.

Jinxiu nodded, turned to Ke Zhan behind him, and Bashan River: "You go with Aman, remember to find the right opportunity to assassinate the enemy's main general."

"Ordered." Ke Zhan and Bashanhe replied in unison with excited expressions.

Feng Jie took a breath and walked to Bogutai, the leader of the Murowei tribe who was discussing siege measures with them, and said in front of Zarjie, "Last time, the two brothers of Lotus Mountain had already cooperated happily with Brother Aman, can you still trouble you to lead the elite of the Ergun River to run again?"

Bogutai and Zarjie glanced at each other and laughed at the same time, Bogutai said, "The second prince has a life, of course we are happy to serve. It's just that the garrison of Hengzhou and one state has done everything to make our allied soldiers and horses do their best."

Princess Splendid smiled slightly, and said, "In order to let Prince Mantuo and his men join us as soon as possible, no matter how many elites are sent, I hope you two will understand."

Every tower in Hengzhou City was dyed purple and black with the blood of Tang soldiers and Turkic warriors. Since being attacked by the unexpected night attack of the Turkic army, the officers and soldiers of Hengzhou have been fighting for three days and three nights in a row. The fingers of the crossbowman were blurred with flesh and blood from the long plucking of the bowstring, and the phalanges were exposed. The arms of the axemen are sore, and most of them have been dislocated due to the frequent swing of their blades. At the head of the city stood the corpses of warriors who had died of their strength. The Turks were strange, and the corpses of the mutilated limbs were densely lying all over the corners of the city of Hengzhou, and the corpses of some soldiers who were poked to death on the city wall in the climbing city hung upside down on the city tower like a pendulum, swaying in the wind.

Beneath the walls, fragments of rolling wood and stones littered the ground, and the bloody corpses of the Turks covered the ground between the moat and the walls. Many of the corpses were exposed to the raging fire, caused by the defenders dumping pots of burning oil beneath the city. The smell of corpses burned by fire filled the air, mixed with the peculiar smell of blood sticking to the rust of the blades, which was disgusting.

The shouts of killing in the city became smaller and smaller, and the Hebei people led by Jiang Wang, Feng Rugang, and Wei Meng, who were still fighting bloodily, and the Flying Tiger Darts Bureau led by Peng Wuwang surrounded the hundreds of Turkic warriors who climbed up to the city, and fought hard. Both sides were exhausted, and many of the old people in Hebei suddenly tensed their bodies for no reason in the process of fighting, and lay straight on the ground, and they were actually exhausted to death. The Turks have fought bloodily until now, and they are also weak and numb, watching countless comrades-in-arms fall forever at the head of Hengzhou, and the original fierce and fearless fighting spirit has long disappeared.

Both sides silently rounded their blades and slashed desperately at the enemy's body, face, and legs. No one has enough strength to slash an enemy to death, often with one stab and another slash, and then another, until the body becomes a blur of flesh and blood, and dies from excessive blood loss. Many times, it is the soldiers of both sides who use this bloody method to kill each other at the same time, and it is difficult to separate each other's flesh and blood.

The last Turkic wolf head battle flag on the head of the city was cut off with a knife, a hoarse and majestic roar came out from the silent city, more than a dozen Turkic pikemen were densely stacked together, and were pushed horizontally down the city tower by a bloodied warrior with a broken flagpole, and more than a dozen short howls sounded at the same time, and then the city of Hengzhou fell into a death-like silence again, and there were no living Turks on the city.

Mantuo stared at his blood-red eyes, watching the corpses of his beloved sons piled up in Hengzhou, and the most loyal warriors bleeding to death at the head of the city, and the monstrous anger in his heart seemed to burn through his chest.

"Who's that guy?" Mantuo angrily pointed at the warrior on the head of the city who threw the Turks' wolf-headed battle banner to the city like a tattered one.

A black-clothed Flame Sect member standing on the side bowed his head and said, "Tell His Royal Highness the Third Prince, that is Peng Wuhope, the head of the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau who once went to the Bohai Sea to dart. Half of the Kunlun Heavenly Cavalry killed in the siege was killed by him."

"Peng is hopeless--, well." Mantuo turned his head sharply and asked in a deep voice, "Do we still have a reserve army, attack the city immediately, I will capture Napeng Hopeless alive and divide his five horses into corpses."

"Your Highness," Luo Puhan's exhausted voice came from behind him, "all the reserve troops have been withdrawn from the city, and every 10,000-strong army has suffered great losses, and the soldiers are too tired to withstand another siege battle."

"Your Royal Highness, withdraw your troops." Today, Tie Lan, one of the brothers of the Arrow God, had a particularly hoarse and heavy voice, as if it was a death knell from hell, which was frustrating.

"I only need one more team of 10,000 people, and I can climb to the top of Hengzhou City, as long as one team of 10,000 people is enough." Mantuo's eyes erupted with fire, staring viciously at the blood-soaked city wall of Hengzhou, like a hungry wolf staring at the flesh and blood a few steps away.

"Your Royal Highness, in a few days, the siege equipment of the Bohai Sea will arrive here, and when the time comes, with the help of the weapon, plus the rested army, Hengzhou City will be in our pocket." The Iron Scythe whispered.

Mantuo stared at the blood-red eyes, looking up at the sky dyed red by the setting sun, and Huo Ran let out a terrible and long wolf howl. He waved his hand sharply and said, "Withdraw the troops, let's go."

Watching the flood-like army of the Turks slowly move away from the moat surrounding the city of Hengzhou, the soldiers defending the city let out a burst of passionate but faint cheers. Many warriors who had been supporting their bodies and insisting on fighting sat down on the ground, leaning on their blades and falling into a dark and sweet sleep. Many of them fall asleep and may never wake up again.

Jiang Forget and Wei Meng, the vanguard generals of the Hebei cavalry, and Feng Rugang didn't care about the extreme fatigue of their bodies, and organized themselves to stand awake, and the few officers and soldiers defending the city woke up the soldiers who had fallen asleep one by one, and walked back to the barracks to rest. Peng Wuwang led the darts of the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau to withdraw from the city and return to the Yuelai Guest Station to rest. Although no one was killed in the bloody battle of defending the city this time, everyone was wearing colors, and the situation was very miserable. Passing by the well in front of the door, Peng Wuwang suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "Everyone freshen up here, don't walk in with blood." Everyone was stunned for a moment, only to find that each of them had disgusting blood scabs on their faces, and some people also had ** on their bodies that the enemy had solidified for a long time, and the shape was far more terrifying than all the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the world. Everyone laughed, Lian Feng came to the well first, picked up a bucket of well water with a wheel, poured it on his head, lifted his shirt and wiped his face vigorously, and said with a smile: "I also have this intention, I can't see that Brother Peng is so delicate."

Peng Wuwang shook his head with a wry smile and did not speak. Watching Lian Feng carefully wash the blood stains on his body, Peng Wufear, who was bored, suddenly said excitedly: "These three days and three nights are indeed thrilling, boy, although I am useless, I have also killed thirty Turkic dog species, how many have you killed?"

Hou Zaichun's eyes also lit up, and he thought about it desperately, and said, "I probably only killed twenty-eight. The first night was the most killed, sixteen."

He turned his head, patted Luo Mingxian's head behind him, and asked with a smile, "Mingxian, I see that you have also killed a lot, let's talk about it."

Luo Mingxian thought carefully for a moment, and said with a serious expression: "I think it should be fifteen, among them, there is a black-clothed warrior who was swept to the ground by Sister Hong, and he didn't die, I went up and mended a sword." He glanced at Zhao Yixiang beside him and said with a smile, "Yixiang, what about you?"

"Seven." Zhao Yixiang blushed and whispered.

"Don't worry, you just learned art with Master, and it's enough to be proud to have such a record." Luo Mingxian smiled and patted him on the shoulder and comforted. Zhao Yixiang glanced at him gratefully and nodded vigorously.

"Young Master Xiao, how many have you killed?" Peng Wuxing raised his head and looked at Xiao Lieji, who was stretching out his hand to wipe his sweat.

"I, I don't remember." Xiao Liechen said with a wry smile.

"I remember," Zheng Juechen smiled proudly, "You killed two hundred and eighteen people, I killed two hundred and twenty-nine, and Brother Lian killed two hundred and sixteen."

"Hahaha," Lei Ye laughed loudly, "Zheng Gongzi, when it comes to battlefield battles, you juniors are still far behind, I have killed two hundred and ninety people, including many masters."

Zheng Jiechen and Xiao Liechen, Lian Feng glanced at each other, and shook their heads with a wry smile. Peng Wuxing, Luo Mingxian, these young and vigorous young men came to be interested, surrounded Hong Sixue and Zuo Lianshan and other flying tiger dart masters standing behind, and carefully inquired about the number of enemies they killed.

At this time, Peng Wuwang had already come to the well, holding the edge of the well with both hands, and looked at his face reflected in the water in the dim light. The face that was originally covered with scars was now covered with the blood of the enemy, which was even more hideous and terrifying. The ** of the black-clothed master that Lei Ye killed at the East Gate has been sticking to his face for three days and three nights, and it has already formed a hard scab at this time.

"If she were here, she wouldn't have recognized me." A trace of sadness welled up in Peng Wuhope's heart, and he sighed heavily, turning his hands mechanically and picking up a bucket of water.

At this moment, Luo Mingxian asked curiously from behind him, "Master, how many have you killed?"

His body stiffened suddenly, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "I can't remember."

"Huh." Lei Yechang's loud voice rang out, "Brother Peng couldn't catch up with me, but who knew that he would become more and more brave in the future, killing three hundred and one people, eleven more than me, which is really powerful."

"Really? Master?" Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang's cries of surprise revealed the joy of honor.

"There should only be two hundred and ninety people, Brother Lei must have seen it wrong." Staring blankly at the face reflected in the water, Peng Wuwang thought silently, "There are eleven people who were scared to death by me." He jerked his hand up and poured a bucket of cold well water over his face.