Arrows weave like locusts in the air.
At the head of the city, there were people falling on the city with arrows. Behind the wall pier, the archer under the big shield narrowly escaped an arrow. Listening to the sudden fighting outside the city, he clenched his teeth, drew out the arrows and headed for the city.
The moment when the running and roaring Datang infantry took over the ladder from the lying compatriots in front and erected the ladder.
Poof.
The arrow rain pierced into his neck and trembled with spare strength.
In the gradually blurred vision, the figure of his companion tore him away and raised the ladder again
More people fell down at the moment when the ladder leaned against the wall, and more people rushed up and helped the ladder up again.
The figure hiding under the big shield drew an arrow again. When the bow string was full, an arrow was nailed into the eye socket, with great force running through and falling back with his body.
The pain surged into every corner of his body like a hard tear. The garrison soldier was not completely dead. With his last breath, he held the bloody arrow and twitched on the ground. The vague hoarse cry in his throat overflowed the corners of his mouth. He struggled for a moment before he died.
Such tragic scenes can be seen everywhere.
The sky burst and the sun shone through the clouds.
The high reward offered by the Tang army made the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty unprecedentedly interested in war, and the garrison pressure of the whole city increased sharply.
More and more ladders stretch their reflection in the morning light and build up the wall.
The soldier climbed with his feet, holding a hook chain in his mouth, and threw it towards the city at the top of the ladder.
The whole wall was like a flock of birds perched on the branches, full of dark and surging figures.
Outside the city wall, the blood line soared, and soldiers quickly added it again.
The attack and defense remained the same, howling.
Bang.
An iron hook leaned against the wall stack.
Looking for mu Dongjiao who was different in the chaos, he suddenly turned his head when he heard this unusual sound.
A Tang soldier with a Tang knife in his mouth appeared on the wall pier at the head of the city.
A scream followed.
"Tang Bing came up..."
Holding the sword, Mu Dongjiao stepped down the steps, and the green veins on his hand holding the handle burst up.
He kicked over the soldier who was fighting with the soldier at the head of the city and slashed down with a knife in his hand.
In the sound of Jinming''s handover, the sharp blade cuts off the bone, which is clear to the ear.
"Waste!"
"Wood preparation!"
The shirtless man, with half of his muscles bare and twisted arms, carried the thick wood one by one.
The red face showed a ferocious face, and bean sized beads of sweat came out from his forehead.
"Go away!"
In the angry cry, his feet made efforts to lift the rough wood up the battlements.
Boom, boom.
Round logs slanted down from the city head.
The soldier, who was still climbing the rope, felt a dark cloud over his head, and a dark shadow suddenly enlarged and covered his eyes.
The world became dark in an instant. With great strength, he rushed to the front door, and his forehead was decadent. Even before he could make a miserable howl, the whole body fell down.
"Tamu! It''s Tamu!"
Someone on the wall was surprised to drink, and his voice was trembling.
Out of instinct, many soldiers in the front row raised their faces and looked up.
At the top of the wall close at hand, thick logs appeared, stacked, shook and fell.
For a moment, screams and howls intertwined the wall.
The people on the chain were rolled down like leaves, and the white brains and red blood splashed on the mahogany and on the wall.
Among the frightened crowd, some people hurriedly left the ladder and fell directly into the scattered crowd. With a loud bang, they shattered their internal organs. The shadow of the thick wood falling from the sky was reflected in their empty eyes.
The vast black climbing army instantly turned into meat cakes and fell off the periphery of the city wall. The red blood reflected the red city wall, infiltrated into the city wall, overflowed the wall, merged into blood rivers, and converged under the city.
The tragic picture made Yuchi Jingde''s eyebrows look like Sichuan characters, and the bright red color concealed his eyes.
"General Tang, you can''t go on like this!"
"Our taxi soldiers are too damaged!"
Tang Hao couldn''t bear to see the thrilling colors on the wall.
Holding the chariot rail tightly, he stared down and raised his fingers slightly.
"Mu Dongjiao is a cautious master. Look at the soldiers in the arrow tower, standing around without an arrow, staring at the changes in the battlefield!"
"Mu Dongjiao''s vigilance has not been completely put down!"
"Those of us who are dragging buckets will surely be shot if we act rashly and pour grease into them."
Pondering for a moment, Tang Hao waved and shouted.
"If the order goes on, all the soldiers will withdraw."
"Throw some shells into the city and let them have a good time!"
Sobbing~
The horn sounded.
It''s a long stretch, revealing a desolation. Many soldiers can hear it clearly. It''s the sound of calling in gold and withdrawing troops.
Many Tang scholars and soldiers were stunned at first, and then ran towards the camp.
The army''s life is ahead, so I have to admit it.
Duan Zan hears the sound of the horn, throws the silver gun in his hand, turns his head and looks at it. He is very annoyed.
"Mother, the Marquis who got it, flew!"
Gao Zhenxing, who was covered in blood, came up from behind and glanced at a large area of red on the city wall and a body two meters high under the city.
"Shit! Our loss is so big!"
Patted the dejected figure and comforted.
"Are you still frustrated? I stood on the ladder alone and avoided the wood. I almost climbed the flying rope and fought a big battle at the head of the city!"
"Speaking of the Marquis, your boy is far from me!"
"Go! Who believes it?"
"The soldiers of the three services witnessed it with their own eyes. Ask?"