On the banks of the Zhenzhu River, where the city of Dundo is located, the soldiers and people recruited by the Anxi Protectorate began to transport grain and grass to the banks of the river, and yak carts kicked up dust all day long.

In order to prevent Mohedagan from getting the news and sneaking up on the attack, Fumeng Lingcha decided to hoard all the grain and grass in the city, although the scale of this expedition was far less than when Gaijiayun attacked the Tuqi Shihei in the past, but there were also 20,000 stone of grain, which was filled with more than 50 grain hoards, occupying the open space and making the city even more cramped.

The first to arrive was the three regiments of Dashicheng, and then Jia Chonghuan and the five regiments of the city also arrived quickly.

There was no room for troops in the city, and only nearly 300 men guarded the city walls to guard the grain and grass, and the eight regiments that arrived in advance had to be stationed around the Fengsui Fort on the other side of the river.

At noon on the third day of the arrival of the Tang army, the regiments began to set up improvised military tents, and some of them patrolled along the river. However, General Jia Chonghuan did not personally walk on both sides of the Zhenzhu River, did not look at the upper and lower reaches of the river, and whether there were places where his feet could trek and cross.

It may be that they once repelled a siege of more than 20,000 Turgish with a force of less than 3,000 men. The envoy of the city changed the city with pride and conceit, and he just measured the distance with his feet on the green grass on the south bank of the river, divided the distance of the camp tent for the soldiers, and then slipped to the stone hall on the ground floor of the beacon fort to rest in the cool air.

At this time, the red sun was in the sky, and the eight regiments distributed on the banks of the Pearl River were nailing wooden stakes to make a wall, preparing to be stationed here for a long time. They had a clear division of labor, only some of them patrolled in armor, and most of them wielded wooden hammers to nail stakes into the grass, and untied their shirts that lacked robes around their waists, and the beads of sweat on their shoulders were like greasy reflections of the light.

Soldiers stood guard in the scorching sun or patrolled the riverside on horseback. Because of the ban on duty patrols not to remove their armor, they could not disobey it, so they had to find a compromise solution, remove the shoulder armor and leg armor, hang the hood by their side, and only have a circle around the upper body to tie the armor.

While everyone was in order, the early summer seemed unusually quiet, and the banks of the Pearl River were rippling, and the soldiers who drew water sat down side by side in front of the rocks at the water's edge, sticking their feet into the river and talking about jokes.

Behind the hills not far away, there was a motley army of horses, which at first hid in the low boxwood forest, blocked by the thick foliage, but the sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground and the dust drifting in the forest did not hide the eyes of the Tang army's lookout.

The soldiers on the Beacon Fort let out a sharp whistle and shouted, "Enemy attack!"

The enemy was no longer hiding, and the horses' hooves were swooping side by side towards the bank of the river, and as they were running, they had already taken out their horned bows, drawn their bowstrings, and shot at the opposite bank.

A feathered arrow that had announced the beginning of the bloody battle swept across the river, piercing the throat of a soldier sitting on a stone on the shore, and the barrel in his hand fell into the water, and the blood flooded and smeared on the water.

Most of the soldiers were shirtless and nailed wooden stakes in the camp, and when they heard the shouts, they hurried to the grassy slope to put on their armor. But the enemy's horse team came very quickly, like a long line of swimming, rushed to the bank of the river, and the Turks reined in their horses, took out their horned bows, put on their feathered arrows, and drew their bowstrings to shoot again at the opposite bank.

The Trolls viciously targeted the barebacked hammer-wielding men, who were exposed to the sun like conspicuous targets, and their feathered arrows whizzed through the air, burrowing into their backs like nails of wood.

"Ahh Fuck me! ”

Blood flowed down the arrow holes, pulling blood marks on the back. The soldiers stumbled and fell on the way to get their armor, and then a few more feathered arrows were added. Their hands scrambled into the turf, their spasmodic fingers eventually losing their strength.

"If you don't have armor, don't take it yet! Run behind the beacon!"

One of the soldiers waved his arms and shouted, and the next moment his cuffs were dripping with blood, and a feathered arrow pierced his arm.

The connivance and stocking of the Anxi Protectorate made more and more archers under the account of the Mohe Army, and they cast arrows from the weak part of the Tang army across the riverbank.

Jia Chonghuan was originally taking a lunch break in the Beacon Fort, but the shouts of the enemy attack woke him up, but fortunately he was experienced and did not panic at all, he quickly got up and put on his armor, and called out to the armored patrol sergeants: "Climb to the top of the Beacon Fort, suppress them on the top!"

Dozens of armor soldiers erected wooden ladders, climbed to the top of the fort, and counterattacked downward from the battlements with bows and arrows, which condescendingly added to the range and strength.

There were also several bed crossbows on the roof of the fort, and the three of them worked together, two of them pulled the axle to wind the bed crossbow, and the other set up the arrow to aim, and set up the bed crossbow to aim at the commanding troopers.

"Put!"

The shaft of the arrow swept over the sparkling surface of the river with the sound of whirring wind, like a shuttle shadow reflected in the river, and swept over the chest of the warhorse on the opposite bank impartially, making a sound like a hammer strike, and the warhorse let out a miserable neighing sound, and the samurai on the horse fell sideways with him.

"Put it again!"

The soldiers nervously turned the winch to wind, so eager that they didn't even have a chance to breathe, sweat splashing down their heads, aiming at the enemy on the opposite shore and pulling the strings.

The lethality of the bed crossbow is by no means comparable to that of the horn bow and the open crossbow, and there is almost no defense to stop an arrow when it is shot, and even those foot soldiers who protect the archers with thick wooden shields are directly pierced through the ground with shields.

The chain mail and leather armor of the Tuqi Shi people are staggered, although they are not as thick as the Tang Army's armor and scale armor, but if you want to shoot them, you need three or five feather arrows. But within the range of the bed crossbow, a hit is directly reimbursed. This frightened the Trolls, and they could only step forward, even their eyelids were dodging the crossbow machine above the Beacon Castle.

The bare-chested soldiers hid behind the fort wall with their hands on their chests, and they didn't seem to be cold when they made such an action, but the instant mass death just now made the goosebumps on their bodies involuntarily rise, and at this moment they were like ducks that had lost their feathers, and their eyes were looking around on the ground, hoping to find a weapon to fight back.

Their weapons and armor were exposed to the sun, but as long as someone rushed over, they would inevitably attract an arrow attack, but fortunately the enemy did not rush to cross the river.

A few brave men, who, in spite of the danger, ran to the slope with great speed, quickly stooped down to pick up their bows and quivers, and ran back as fast as they could, so that they could climb to the top of the beacon castle with great pleasure, even if they did not have armor, and threw them out from the lookout.

Jia Chonghuan squatted in the center of the top of the beacon, his armor robe was firmly surrounded by the ground, his right hand was propped up on the ground with the knife, and his thumb was tightly clasped on the hilt.

He commanded calmly and steadily, and with two fingers in his right hand stretched out two fingers to point out the important target for the bed crossbow, the fierce Turk army across the river bank was no longer as arrogant as it had been, and as the leaders of the group were shot down by the bed crossbow, they began to drag the wounded back.

By this time the horned bows of the Turgishes had no effect, and they turned back and symbolically reflected an arrow, but they shot the arrow at the surface of the river, and made a splash on the surface of the water, and floated again.

The bed crossbow still bites their buttocks, and those bloody horse's buttocks suddenly lose their strength, like a hill collapsing down, if the horseman can shake off the stirrup, he can still land and escape safely, and those who can't get rid of it are directly pressed by the fallen horse's legs and neighing.

Jia Chonghuan stood up with his sword, and a short and quick conflict came to an end, and the Tuqi Shi people seemed to just want to attack and disturb it, and had no intention of crossing the river.

However, the Pearl River stretches for hundreds of miles along the line of Dunduo City, and this is not the only place where the river can be crossed.

The arm that he had raised his sleeve to wipe his sweat suddenly froze on his forehead, and the sound of his heart beating violently made him turn around and look in the direction of Dundo City. A fire burned over the city, and black and yellow wolf smoke was billowing upwards.