"Yang Ziqi, who is it?"

Zhan Wentao scratched his head, "I haven't heard of a general named Yang in southern Xinjiang. Could it be..."

Zhang Wen said: "It seems that Zhang Huan wants to focus on Yezhou in the middle. Alas! It's worrying!"

The two looked at each other, and a kind of joy just... overflowed.

"Let me go into the city!"

Dozens of horsemen who were blocked outside the city gate roared.

Zhan Wentao took a look and said, "How about letting it in?"

Zhang Wen shook his head, "Be cautious when using troops."

"drive!"

Xiang Lin rode his horse and rushed to the south gate, dismounted and rushed to the top of the city.

"It's Yang Ziqi." Zhan Wentao said with a smile: "It seems that the Tang army is preparing to attack the middle road."

Xiang Lin squinted at the big flag, "Three thousand riders are a force that cannot be underestimated. In addition, Yang Ziqi... How come I haven't heard of General Yang in Southern Xinjiang?"

He turned around and looked at his subordinates, "Who knows?"

Everyone shook their heads, "I don't know."

"Heaven will never destroy me, Songcheng!"

Zhang Wen couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this.

Ta-ta!

Ta-ta!

More than a hundred riders rode forward slowly.

"come out!"

The more than seventy riders were in a dilemma.

"come out!"

Second cry.

Didn't move.

"come out!"

The third time!

"Why don't you just do it?" Wang Shu asked in confusion.

Yang Xuan said calmly: "As a person, you must be kind."

"What do you mean?" Wang Shu asked.

The old thief coughed dryly and said, "My husband's intention... is to persuade people with virtue. If you shout three times, your benevolence and justice will be exhausted. Since the other party refuses to come out, then..."

"crossbow!"

Two hundred crossbowmen stepped forward.

The general who led the team with more than seventy cavalry saw that the situation was not good and shouted: "We are willing to surrender!"

Zhang Wen at the top of the city cursed: "The thieves join the army, and the whole family will be killed!"

The general scolded: "Cao Ni Ma, you are too cowardly to close the door before the enemy troops arrive. Even if you die, you will turn into a ghost and kill you for waiting!"

It's time to use civility to control force. A warrior just lifts his sword and kills.

Opposite, two hundred crossbowmen were in position.

Nan He turned around and said, "Lang Jun!"

Yang Xuan waved his hand gently.

"Fire the arrow!"

Boom boom boom!

The crossbow machine was activated, and the crossbow arrows pierced into the middle of the enemy army like locusts.

Amid the miserable howls, the general shouted: "We are willing to surrender."

Nan He raised his hand and two hundred crossbowmen stepped forward.

"Fire the arrow!"

The enemy troops gathered in front of the city gate were the best targets. Two waves of crossbow arrows fell, and the corpses of men and horses piled up like mountains.

The enemy general was hit by two crossbow arrows. He lay there and roared: "Why don't you accept the surrender?"

"Things can only be done three times!"

Nan He raised his hand, "Fix him with a few arrows!"

Several crossbow arrows flew past, and the enemy general finally stopped. Someone at the top of the city glanced down, and happened to meet the enemy general's wide eyes.

"This is a death with eyes open!" The man trembled.

"The enemy army is in some confusion." Wang Shu said, while giving Yang Xuan a sidelong glance.

The last time the martial arts performance in Chang'an failed, Wang Shu felt that it was because the cooperation was not tacit enough, so he was always unconvinced.

"Wait!" Yang Xuan said.

immediately.

silence.

Three thousand cavalry and two thousand infantry were arrayed.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Wen said with a smile, "Is it because you are bored?"

Zhan Wentao and Xiang Lin looked ugly.

"Just after the march, you can still stand like this. This is a strong army!"

Although Zhan Wentao is as timid as a mouse, he is a general, after all, and he still has some eyesight and knowledge.

Xiang Lin said: "General Yang, who could he be?"

A quarter of an hour later, the enemy soldiers at the top of the city were extremely worried. Someone coughed, which immediately triggered a panic.

"The enemy's morale is low!"

Han Ji smiled.

The old thief asked: "Mr. Han also knows martial arts?"

Han Ji nodded, "How can a scholar not understand martial arts?"

"I know that many scholars only know poetry." The old thief counterattacked.

Han Ji said calmly: "Those people are just mediocre people!"

The requirements of the Tang Dynasty for scholars were to cultivate both civil and military skills, but as time went by, hedonism gradually gained the upper hand... It is too hard to cultivate both civil and military skills, so we still have to resort to lip service.

Anyway, the imperial examination does not test martial arts.

Han Ji is a compound talent with both civil and military skills.

Yang Xuan raised his hand.

"Yaowu!"

Nan He shouted: "Come in!"

Two thousand foot soldiers dispersed.

Three thousand cavalrymen destroyed their own horses.

Ta-ta!

Ta-ta!

Ta-ta!

The sound of horse hooves is elegant, slowly approaching Songcheng.

The infantrymen on both wings drew their swords and slapped their shields with the backs of their swords.

Bang bang!

Ta-ta!

Bang bang!

Ta-ta!

Following the rhythm, the army approached the city.

"Archer!" Zhan Wentao exclaimed.
To be continued...