In Shulewei City, Gao Xianzhi stood on the western city wall that fell first, and watched a Tubo soldier cut off the arm of a zombie soldier, and the zombie directly gave him a knife with his backhand, killing him with a knife.

This zombie actually had a lot of wounds on its body for a long time, from the messy stabbing wound of Changge to the arrows stuck in its body. Make this monster even more hideous.

"This battle has been won."

He whispered to Li Siye, who was following behind him, and the blood-stained Tang General walked behind with his head bowed, silent. He was injured, not very serious, but not light.

A round wound the thickness of a thumb on his chest made it impossible for him to hold his beloved Mo knife. The long-range weapons used by those outsiders made him no longer able to command the Modao Formation, which is why he was defeated so quickly in such a small street. The other party has been calculating him for a long time.

Li Siye looked up, and the Tubo army that was fighting them was obviously crushed by this undead army that appeared out of nowhere. Now in this dark night without sunlight, they are invincible. In the city, although there are places where you can still see the stubborn resistance of the travelers in a certain place, it is to no avail.

The 100,000 Tibetan army was slaughtered in such a small border city by an army of only more than 10,000 people.

They won because of a variety of factors.

The rain of the Blood of the Inspired King obscured the corpses from the last of their heads, and brought nourishment to them. The blood of a large youkai.

As for what the Tubo army came up with at the beginning, the fire attack was also cracked by the formation set up in advance by Feng Changqing in this city, turning oil into water.

Then, no one could stop Gao Xianzhi's zombie army.

Unless the war machine encounters a guy like Bai Yunfei Feng Changqing, who has long been inhuman, it is definitely more than enough to deal with those travelers with slightly higher individual strength.

"Herald."

"General."

Seeing this handsome man raise his hand, Li Siye subconsciously gave up his hand and waited for the order, even if his wound made his heart hurt.

"Set fire to this place for nothing."

General Tang took the order and left.

The zombies at the bottom have also begun to get busy. Cutting off the heads of the corpses of the enemies on the ground, the battle was drawing to a close, and they began to build a pyramid-like landscape in a clearing in the middle of the city. Spectacular and terrifying.

The night breeze was blowing, and the wild foxes and wolves that came out of nowhere outside the city dragged away a few corpses that had not been dealt with in today's battle. There was not a single person on the tower.

"I lost."

Gao Xianzhi muttered to himself on the stage of the city tower.

After this battle, the armies of all ethnic groups in the Western Regions will definitely retreat when they hear the name of Gao Xianzhi.

But after that, he was not far from death. As a qualified son of a family, it is very important to figure out the Holy Hearing. He knew that the Holy One was a human being, and no matter how foolish he was, he would never let a great clan with deep roots in this place flourish on the border. Just like the royal family back then. (Note: The Gao family was a big clan on the border back then, and in a way, it was similar to the Wang family back then.) Wang family: There was a big family in the Jin Dynasty, and it still had influence in the Sui Dynasty, and I didn't know it after the Tang Dynasty, and the Jin Dynasty even had the second daughter of the Wang family marrying the emperor, which was the emperor's luck. ）

The saint wants to make the border stable, not to make the border a waste. (In ancient times, it seems that the decree was written in expensive brocade cloth.) ）

Prosperity is decline, or not, these are the two words that Gao Xianzhi heard the most when he was studying in the past. I can't think of it now, but I want to use it on himself.

He thought, as if now, it was useless.

The outcome of this war was actually doomed a long time ago.

Defeat, life.

Win, die.

It's just that he chose the latter-

Divide-Cut-Line -

Zhao Qian held a sword in his hand, an ancient sword that didn't look very good.

Opposite him, a wild wolf was glaring at him with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"If you are not a guest of the gods in the temple, you will be ready to die."

With one claw, the big wolf obviously became a lot more slippery after a few moves. It has long been out of the action of pounce and bite, which will only increase its wounds.

Seeing that the grasp was no longer dodge, he raised his sword to block, and his claws popped out of a gap in the blade.

Block!

Counterattack, stab.

An unstoppable stabbing blow almost brought the skills of foil professional lv1 to the extreme, fast and accurate, straight to the throat of the monster opposite him.

This ruined temple is actually not very large, but it is still barely enough to accommodate the front and tail of this big guy to turn around.

The sword had been stabbed out, and Zhao Qian watched, and he saw a trace of calmness in his opponent's eyes. I was prepared for a long time.

My heart sank, but there was no possibility of retracting the sword as soon as it came out.

"Whew!"

The blade of the sword plunged into its throat without hindrance, the size of an adult who had been stabbed in the throat with a bamboo skewer for eating barbecue.

Feeling the speed at which the blade in his hand stabbed in, Zhao Qian subconsciously let go of the sword in his hand and took half a step back, but it was a little too late. The speed at which the sword pierced into it was obvious that it was also bowing its head.

Didn't hit a large blood vessel.

Some of the beasts exchanged small injuries for the enemy's life, which was vividly reflected in the body of this she-wolf.

He looked up, and the bloody mouth was close in front of him.

This time, it's really dead.

PS: That's the best result. Gao Xianzhi lost no matter what.

If he wins this battle, then his prestige in the Western Regions is unmatched, but with the influence of the big family behind him, he must die. The emperor feared people like him the most.

If you lose, you lose.

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Thank you, and bow here.