The torrent of retreat rolled away, leaving corpses everywhere.


    The blood gurgled and soaked the moat red. The blood River dyed crimson gave off a strong smell of blood.


    Before the broken bodies spread all over the city, the corpses were stacked one foot higher under the city wall. The broken wood of the ladder was buried in the corpses, revealing a sharp part, or hanging half of the corpses, and the corpses were inserted into the soil alone.


    The flesh and blood of the corpse crushed by wood are blurred, squeezed out of the internal organs, and flowed all over the ground.


    The fresh wind blows the strongest smell of blood on the ground, sends it to the city head, and drills into the nose of the general in the attic of the city head.


    The big hand holding the handle of the knife relaxed slowly. Just then, I found that the handle was covered with sticky blood and cold sweat.


    Take back your big hand and hold it comfortably in the air, with a low voice.


    "Back?"


    It seems that I didn''t expect this fierce wave to withdraw in such a hurry, and there is a touch of doubt in my tone.


    The deputy general beside him looked at the empty area under the city and breathed a long sigh of relief.


    "Win!"


    "Let''s keep it!"


    There was obviously a touch of joy and disappointment in the reply.


    Roar~


    The taxi soldiers around immediately cheered.


    "Win! We win!"


    "We fought back the attack of the Tang army and resisted the attack!"


    "Long live Koguryo! General Mu is mighty!"


    With a happy smile on the bloody face, regardless of the blood, many soldiers hugged each other, beat each other''s backs and enjoyed the joy of the rest of their lives.


    Someone held the bloody sword high in the air, hissing and shouting the name of Mu Dongjiao, cheering for the mighty general.


    The loyal soldiers who believe in longevity have already torn off the broken armor and looked up at the sky. Their blood stained hands are folded. Their eyes are full of tears. They kneel piously and chant words like "longevity is kind and kind".


    Mu Dongjiao stared at the figure sitting on the chariot five hundred meters away.


    Wearing a silver armor, he stood still, and his figure leaning against the seat seemed particularly leisurely. It seemed that the battle just now was expected by him.


    Although he couldn''t see the face of the silver armor Tang general, Mu Dongjiao only felt that a deep look passed through the falling dust and looked directly at himself.


    Unable to help it, Mu Dongjiao shivered and felt uneasy in his heart.


    Intuition told him that the battle had just begun


    ……


    The mighty army dispersed, the dust slowly fell, and the figure on the head of the city was still tall and straight.


    The gorgeous umbrella cover of the chariot covered the sun and wrapped Tang Hao''s figure in the dark.


    Twist your body and sit in a comfortable position.


    Nearby, there was the sound of horses coming.


    Wu Tongle crossed his crotch and the war horse approached slowly, and a low voice sounded.


    "It''s clear that there are four springs in the moat. They rush continuously. The running water of the whole city depends on the spring."


    The slightly wrinkled eyebrows suddenly stretched, and Tang Hao''s doubts were solved in an instant.


    Just now, I wanted to throw oil in the city, but there was a secret message that the living water of Dawang city did not come from Liao water.


    Tang Hao certainly wouldn''t do what was due to the collapse, nor did he let the soldiers who were hidden among the cavalry and transported wooden barrels spill the river at the risk of being found by the soldiers of the arrow tower.


    Wu Tong''s voice sounded again, like a supplement after thinking.


    "There is a gate in the water entering the city. It''s open!"


    "But if the grease is dropped and found, it may close the gate."


    Tang Hao''s eyes flashed a touch of pure light, and his heart also moved.


    The strict King City is so strict in water source management. It seems that the previous instructions of forced attack have been given some information and used in some ways.


    Yuchi Jingde twisted his eyebrows from the other side, arched his hands and hugged his fists, and whispered a rare time.


    "General Tang, in such a heavily guarded water area, and the old man mudongjiao has never left the city, I''m afraid the fire attack plan will be yellow."


    "No, it''s safe if we use shells to attack the city."


    Waving his hand to veto Yuchi Jingde''s proposal, Tang Hao stood up slowly with an armrest.


    The bright red on the wall was particularly dazzling. It was a blood wall watered with the blood of the Tang people. Tang Hao clenched his fist out of thin air and beat it on the bar in front of the sound.


    There was a chill on Zhang Junlang''s face, and the light of hatred twinkled in his bright eyes.


    "The dead soldiers can''t die in vain. They have paid their lives to explore the river. We can''t let such important clues be wasted."


    "The plan remains unchanged. The artillery cover disturbs the sight of the soldiers in the city. The oil must be released, and the city still needs to be burned!"


    After talking, Tang Hao slowly turned his head and looked at Yuchi Jingde, who was silent.


    "King City is no better than other cities. It is strong and deep, easy to defend and difficult to attack."


    "Even if it is destroyed by this artillery fire, even if it is built on boulders and clay, the wall blessed by clay does not have much effect!"


    "Have you ever thought about the loss of personnel due to the strong shaking of 100000 troops?"


    With a slight sigh, Tang Hao stood with his hands down.


    "If I can''t bear it, I''ll make a big plan. General Yuchi, those dead brothers, I''m as worried as a knife."


    Yuchi Jingde swallowed his saliva difficultly, his complexion was slightly soothing, and bowed.


    "What general Tang said was that the end general overestimated the power of artillery."


    The cloak moved, and the words shook the three armies.


    "Get on the catapult!"