Brown or white flags fluttered on the horizon southwest of the city, and then the sound of a pine-like attack was already ringing.

Facing the Tang army's camp across the river to harass the enemy, most of the elite of the Tucai Shi Huang had quickly crossed the river from the downstream, and at this moment they had killed the city of Dundo, and the target was the grain and grass that the Tang army had piled up in the city.

Jia Chonghuan couldn't care less about beating his chest with remorse, green tendons floated from his face, and shouted loudly: "Quick! Quick armor without armor! Come with me to support the city of Dundo!"

He almost ran to the edge of the wooden ladder, his hands grabbed the sides of the wooden ladder, his skirt and armor rubbed and slid down, his hands pierced many wooden thorns on the rough ladder, and the palms of his hands were dripping with blood. But at this moment, his heart was pounding in his chest, and he couldn't care about any pain, even if he lost his life.

Anxiety and self-blame burst out of his emotions, turning into a dry and fierce roar: "Quick! Fast! Armored! Kill me with me, and keep Dundo no matter what!"

The soldiers had almost no respite, so they hurriedly put on their cuirasses, took up their weapons and prepared to assemble a queue, when the Turgish on the other side of the river reappeared, and they once again attacked the Tang army on the river bank, which was to make them ignore both ends and be exhausted.

Jia Chonghuan decisively ordered: "Leave a regiment in Fengsui Fort!" Prevent the enemy from crossing the river to cover up and kill, leaving all the brothers alive! One counts as one! Come with me to save the city of Dondo! Hurry!"

The Tang army that could be assembled and pieced together was less than a thousand men, and they were only foot soldiers, barely able to have a horse team of 200 men, which was used to prevent the enemy cavalry from covering up in a roundabout way. But for the Turks who concentrated their superior forces, these people were too shabby.

"Kill!"

Jia Chonghuan raised the knife in his hand in front of the assembled phalanx, and rushed in the direction of Dunduo City.

The siege of the Turgish, noticing the rapidly approaching team, immediately sent out a team of horses to drive them away, and the enemy, having a certain advantage above the slope, began to throw arrows from a distance of arrows.

The Tang Army's iron-clad formation played a role, jumping the shield in the left hand and the blade in the right hand against the front, the shield was only a layer of copper on the surface of the wood in order to be portable, which could resist most arrows and fire attacks. They marched forward with their right hands against their blades, and the archers and crossbowmen hid behind the two layers of shields, returning fire from the cracks.

Jia Chonghuan can't fight this kind of arrow-to-arrow tug-of-war with the enemy, the other party can afford to wait, but Dunduocheng can't afford to wait. The color of his face became redder with the appearance of the Tuqi Shi, and he clutched his knife and shouted, "Brothers, keep the grain and grass, and follow me to kill it!"

He is not afraid at the moment, he can't afford the loss of food and grass, even if he fights for this life, why not?

Sharp arrows came from his side, in front of his face, and he just lowered his head to block it, and then showed his head and continued on his way.

"Change the lance! Step forward!"

The archers and crossbowmen stepped back, and the soldiers with lances in their hands stepped up side by side, their bright steel lances sticking out of the gaps in their shields, as if the thrusts of hedgehogs bloomed on the surface of the thick armor, and their swaggering footsteps pressed towards the enemy's horses.

Although he was bound to lose, he hoped to be able to catch the rest of the troops. Jia Chonghuan had a faint premonition that this time he would not have the same good luck as last time, and he would not be able to last long.

Leading the Tuqi Shi Zhong army was Mohe Khan's only son Que Si Special Service, his eyes were hidden in the head of the chain mail, his eyelids were beating violently, and he held the spear in his hand and pointed at Jia Chonghuan in the distance and said: "A group of Tang Army!" Stop them or destroy them!"

He raised his horsewhip again to supervise the siege of the city, and rebuked: "There are only two or three hundred people on the head of the city!" What's going on! Do you want me to lead people to attack myself?"

"Those who have made the first contribution will be promoted to Tutun! Reward 200 yaks!"

The Tang army at the head of the city still resisted resolutely, manipulating the few remaining bed crossbows to shoot downward. The general Ma Ge personally led people to climb the city arrows and ladders to attack and kill, and the sharpshooters below took the opportunity to release arrows to suppress them, preventing the Tang army from making effective countermeasures.

A wooden barrel sealed on all sides rolled up to the top of the city, and a torch ignited the strip of cloth wrapped around the barrel, and rolled down the top of the ladder, and the stone grease splattered out of the barrel, turning into a splashing flame, rolling up the ladder with thick smoke, and the wooden barrel that fell to the ground rose instantly, like a fire dragon spiraling upward.

The soldiers who had glued to the stone grease dragged the flames and rolled and climbed, screaming incessantly, and the special service hurriedly pulled the reins of the horses to hide a little farther, and ordered the soldiers to shoot them to end their suffering early.

The flaming ladder finally collapsed and turned into a pile of burning wood.

Que Si said anxiously: "The grain and grass in Dunduo City are related to the life and death of my Mohe family, and the rise and fall of my Huang surname, the warriors of the Mohe family, attack me and die without stopping!"

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Death does not give up, Jia Chonghuan also insists on such an idea.

The Turk cavalry had an absolute advantage in front of him, able to flexibly advance and retreat and flank attacks, while the formation formed by him was like an old turtle, and could only passively advance forward. He had no choice, so his situation was even worse.

Fortunately, the Turgish people have lost some flexibility, and they can't retreat, Que Si Special Service is leading the Chinese army to storm Dunduo City, how can they retreat if they can't enter the city? They had to give up their flexibility and fight hard with the Tang Army.

The Turgish sent cavalry to outflank Jia Chonghuan's formation without interruption, and the cavalry of the Tang army to protect the rear was led by Meng Yu, the commander of Dashicheng, but he fought the enemy with a small number, and no matter how many Turgish they could kill, every time they fell, the hope of victory became more and more slim.

The enemy finally made a change, they replaced the cavalry with armored infantry to block the front of Jia Chonghuan's army formation, perhaps the Tucai Shi people thought that this Tang army battle formation was too difficult to gnaw, and the odds of blocking with cavalry were too great, and decided to use infantry to consume their determination.

The spears and lances of the two sides stabbed each other for a while, Jia Chonghuan could not advance an inch, and the enemy cavalry on both sides continued to attack in a roundabout way, and he held the handle of the knife and blood overflowed from his hand, even if he was about to crush his teeth, he was helpless.

The disparity between friend and foe was too great for the soldiers to withstand their mental endurance, and when these screaming squirms rushed around from the flanks and back, there were always a few men who would fall under the raging feathered arrows. The rear of the Tang army had begun to waver, and even Meng Yu and his cavalry brandished and whipped him, but he could not suppress this defeat.

The general must be able to catch the decline in advance, know that it is not timely, and not force, even if the anxiety is about to burn through his heart.

Jia Chonghuan could only shout: "Draw the team and retreat!" Don't get out of the way!"

The second and fourth rows of the front team, the sixth platoon quickly broke out of the formation, retreated to a hundred paces and formed a new formation, and the rest of the people quickly retreated to the rear of the new formation and rearranged into a new formation. This step-by-step retreat can ensure that the formation of the team is not chaotic after defeat, defeat is not rout, rout is not chaotic, and it may be possible to accumulate strength later.

Jia Chonghuan looked at the city with anxious eyes, and the team behind him kept retreating, but he himself was unwilling to give up like this, holding the horizontal knife in his hand and gritting his teeth.

At the head of the city, a banner with the pattern of a flying bird was thrown down, and the streamers on the flag rolled up and fell to the ground, and the flames burned on it, and the Turks rushed into the city with the banner, piled up dry wood and torches around the grain, and then quickly withdrew.

Jia Chonghuan had been forced to the front of the Beacon Fort, and the rising heat and burning flames in the city had scorched him so much that he had to fight back with his own troops more than once, but was persuaded to return by his lieutenants.

"It's over, hey!" He stomped his foot heavily and threw the knife in his hand to the ground.