This batch of Datang heavy riders has mostly mountain patterns and bird hammers on their armor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There is scale armor above the info military Cao, and the only one who wears Mingguang armor is Guo Ziyi himself. Like Wang Jiling, a civilian cangcao who is responsible for transporting heavy weights, is similar to a ranger in charge of heralding, he casually grabs a cloth and carries a shoulder breastplate and goes into battle.

Against the longbow, this equipment was not enough, but the heavy cavalry rarely had a large shield with them, and the only ones were concentrated near the rushing cart and the ladder. The others did not panic, skillfully lifted the rawhide crossbow bag behind their waists, half-squatted to protect the vital point of the face, and continued to rush quickly.

Tuk ...... The first wave of arrows went through a long arc and was nailed down. A burr suddenly grew on the ground. Of the hundreds, less than ten fell. Some people carry arrows in their shoulders and endure pain.

Under the untouched military flag and general flag, Guo Ziyi, the general of Sipinlang, did not change his face, only Li Guangbi beside him bared his teeth and took a breath of cool air, as if he had been hit by an arrow with empathy.

"Siege, two hundred and fifty steps is the first attrition point, and the opponent's bow is the strongest. One hundred and fifty paces, it will be the world of our Fubo crossbow. General Guo patiently explained to the young cavalry.

Because he knows very well that this gold-plated Xiao Li who came to the government army is the second generation of officials who are absolutely focused on cultivating in the army. His father is the famous Jiguo Duke Li Kailuo, originally a Khitan chieftain, attached to the period when the Empress Wu was in power, worshiped the general of Zuo Yulin, served as the deputy envoy of Shuofang Jiedu, and was famous for his courage and good fighting.

But not long ago, he died in the war against Tibet, and Xuanzong waved his pen - chasing the martyrs. The name of a dynasty cannot be repeated, and many people who have died in the army have died, and it is a supreme honor to be able to monopolize the word "loyal martyr" in this dynasty.

"Okay! Wouldn't we even need the rear army?" Li Guangbi was very excited.

"Nope. The second attrition point is at the head of the city, and those who can climb up and stand on their feet can be celebrated by one out of ten, and most of them will be wiped out. The answer was as calm as it was cold.

"Isn't it the Invincible Heavenly Army?"

"Tianyue is a heavy cavalry regiment, and it is invincible to fight in the open area, and attacking the city is equivalent to abolishing our greatest advantage. ”

The voice of their conversation was very small, and only Wang Cangcao on the side could hear it clearly, this Wang was famous, and Ji Ling was his character. His martial arts are scarce, but he is uninhibited by nature, and often fights with fencing in the circle of friends - the poems are very well written. I don't know why I was instigated, so I threw my pen into Rong. Although he is not good at fighting, he is still very good at logistics as a civilian.

At this moment, I couldn't help but interject, "Why don't you get in the rush car first, didn't I try my best to deliver it in time?"

Guo Ziyi turned his head to look at him, and pointed at the city with a horsewhip, "Those black smoke are the stone paint ink grease of Anxi City, in addition to burning people, it can also be used as fuel." Your equipment is mainly wooden, and sending it first is equivalent to sending firewood to others, and the fire bolts will be all gone. I gave up the lives of my former soldiers in pain just to clear the way for your rushing car. ”

Wang Zhihuan suddenly realized that his knowledge was limited. The little bit of literati arrogance that remained in my heart suddenly disappeared.

One hundred and fifty paces - the drums of the rear camp of the Tang army rose again, and the front army quickly pulled out the Fubo crossbow in the march, squeaked and twisted the raw tendon crossbow strings, and put the iron arrows into the trough, and puffed...... Unlike the opponent's longbow, this wave of crossbow bolts did not need to be elevated, and all of them shot diagonally and flat, nailing into the battlement before they ran out of strength!

Screams rang out in the city, one after another. Many soldiers and slaves fell to the ground with their eyes covered or their necks, and one of them, who was tumbling and rolling on the ground in pain, accidentally kicked over a cauldron, and was immediately covered by the hot natural asphalt, and died directly.

There was no moat in the earthen city, and not even a moat was dug. It's not that the defenders are lazy, in this realm, on two windy days in a row, yellow sand can fill the trenches, and digging is also in vain.

This is also one of the advantages of the Khotanese army that rebelled half a month ago and successfully took Anxi City, and now, the switch of attack and defense has become their disadvantage.

Taking advantage of the fact that the defenders at the head of the city were suppressed by the crossbows, the heavy cavalry soldiers on foot had already swarmed under the city wall, and the ladder that had withdrawn the cover was erected and set up towards the head of the city!

Wei Chi shook the leather whip in his left hand with a crisp sound. The military academy immediately sounded a long beard, dozens of cauldrons were lifted by shirtless slaves roasted with oil, and asphalt instantly sprinkled along the wall—

It's a terrifying black rain.

The screams of the Tang soldiers not only reached the city, but also spread to the Tianyue rear army three miles away.

The young Li Guangbi's heart was like a knife, and he entered the Western Regions for three months, which was the first time he participated in the attack. There is no shortage of comrades-in-arms who frolic with him on weekdays, and at the moment life and death are unknown, and he is at the mercy of others - he can't accept it.

Guo Ziyi's face did not change, only the back of the hand holding the reins burst out with green tendons.

Ignoring their burned comrades, the soldiers who had escaped the black rain struggled to press the ladder against the tall earthen wall. At the top of the ladder, two giant scythe-like serrated hook blades are embedded in them, piercing through the frontal defenders, and at the same time, they are just stuck on the edge of the battlement, making it impossible for other defenders to push away for a while.

The sound of drums was like a burst, urging the footsteps of the city.

Looking down from the clouds, the twenty ladders look like twenty candy sticks dipped in ants, and there are people surging below, and everyone wants to be the first. But this first effort to take the lead in the city is really not easy to earn.

The first group of Tianyue soldiers who came out of their heads were immediately stabbed to death by the long-serving Khotanese spearmen. The corpses fell like dead leaves under the city and smashed into the crowd.

The second group immediately responded, replaced the horizontal knives in their hands with horse lances, and took advantage of their length to launch a counterattack at the spearmen at the head of the wall. But the results were not great -- the defenders of the city could pierce with both hands with arrows, while the top of the ladder could only fight back with one hand, and the basis of force was too different! The only thing that the Tang army could make up for its disadvantage was its courage that was not afraid of death.

The king of Khotan, smelling the blood that was close at hand, had a mad attack, whined and roared, and with the swing of his whip and saber, he joined the army defending the city directly - this greatly encouraged his soldiers, and howled like a pack of wolves.

In the desert earth city, there is no rolling wood or gravel here. In the clash between the spear and the horse, a mist of blood filled the entire wall. At the top of the tall earthy yellow city wall, twenty shades of crimson suddenly appeared, as enchanting as poppies.

Under the cover of this chaotic front, the rushing car had already rushed to the city gate, and the leader of the team rushed to Cao Cao with a loud roar, and forty strong men released the rope that pulled the winch together—a huge wood with a diameter of five feet popped forward, and the metal hammer at the top slammed into the city gate!

Boom - four or five reinforcing iron bars on the door instantly collapsed, and dozens of thick iron nails splattered out, directly smashing the walls around the door hole into a fine face. The door is still standing, and the two large latches behind the door play a non-negligible role.

The leader of the team Chong Cao knew very well that every moment of peace here was exchanged for the lives of his comrades on the city wall! He shouted hard and commanded all the strong men to re-tighten the winch and eject the punch again!

Boom - all the planks in the middle of the gate were shattered, and only the latches and reinforced iron bars kept them in the way. The hammer head is directly inside the door, as aggressive as the head of a majestic giant leopard.

On the city walls on both sides, dozens of Tang soldiers were planted, and the wounds on their chests were still spurting blood.

Suddenly, seven or eight sealed clay pots were thrown out of the hole in the city gate and smashed directly on the body of the rushing car! The choking sound of the tank shattered, and the large black oil splashed out, staining the front of the rushing car black.

A pungent alternative smell instantly spread, leading the team to fight in the Western Regions for many years, and he had extensive knowledge, and immediately shouted, "Stone paint and oil!

Hearing the sound, the two tall charioteers on the left and right came and raised their long square shields in their hands against the door hole that had just been broken through.

Almost at the same time, three or four torches were thrown from inside, just in time to be blocked head-on by the big shield, and bounced back into the door!

The situation was critical, Chong Cao hurriedly ordered everyone to move the body, changed the angle of the hammer head, and aimed at the door on the right side of the hole.

Straddle collapsed—as if two new oil canisters had shattered on the outside of the shield. Immediately, tongues of fire burst out from the gap between the long shield and the city gate, and the black smoke became thicker and thicker, and the entire door hole was filled with a choking smell.

The metal on the front of the shield had been burned red, the wooden planks on the back had begun to carbonize, and the forearms of the two chariot riders were squeaking in the scorching, and they were about to ripen completely!

Finally, the full roulette wheel was suddenly released, and the huge hammer head bombarded the city gate again—there was a loud bang in Kara! The door latch suddenly collapsed from the inside, and directly smashed the five Khotanese slaves who were dead against the city gate.

This huge city gate could no longer support it, and it slowly accelerated inward and fell.

Three rounds, only three rounds of collision, broken the goal!

The rear army of the Tang Dynasty was jubilant, and Li Guangbi was overjoyed, "Let's go too!"

Guo Ziyi couldn't help the joy in her heart, and secretly thought that God treats me well, if I change to a big city like Luoyang, Chang'an, three hundred blows may not be able to open the city gate. But at the moment, as a commander, he remained calm, "No. There are still 800 warriors left in front of the door, and we can only cause congestion and let them advance at the moment!"

The big drum changed the rhythm, and the Tang troops on both sides of the city wall immediately comprehended--the door was broken! Immediately divided most of the main forces and rushed to the center to reinforce the main force that broke the door. There is a door to go, who still climbs the wall-

In an instant, about 500 Tianyue troops poured into the city. However, to their surprise, the Anxi at this moment is no longer the Anxi in the memory of the past, and within the city gate, a concave inner gate was built, forming an urn city that only exists in the Central Plains city.

The king of Khotan, Wei looked late, smiled strangely on the city, and looked down at the Tang army below that was congested like a turtle in an urn. "National teacher, it's your turn!"

With this call, a middle-aged man in a black robe and white hat stepped out of the watchtower, with a Persian face, a thick beard hanging down to his chest, and curly.

This person's face was gloomy, not surprised or happy, and said in a deep voice, "When I destroy the Tang bandits in one fell swoop, are you willing to bulldoze all the Buddhist temples in Khotan and change to my Zoroastrianism as the state religion?"