"There's no need for this." Xiang Lin looked solemn.

Zhang Wen cursed: "The enemy is approaching!"

"This is Yaowu!" Xiang Lin said in a deep voice.

Bang bang!

Ta-ta!

Nan He raised his hand and the horse stopped.

Yang Xuan nodded, "Shout!"

"Shout..." someone shouted!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of the shield being struck became louder and louder.

Five thousand people shouted in unison: "Surrender or not?"

Bang bang bang!

"Will you surrender or not?"

“Bang bang bang!”

"Will you surrender or not?"

At the top of the city, the Southern Zhou soldiers were shocked.

An official was suddenly startled, "That's the Northern Xinjiang cavalry!"

Xiang Lin's mind felt like it was struck by lightning, and in an instant, all his doubts were revealed.

"Those war horses are different from those in Southern Xinjiang, they are taller!"

The war horses of Northern Xinjiang are cold-resistant and tall. The war horses of Southern Xinjiang are relatively short and have good endurance. Of course, there are also tall war horses of Northern Xinjiang in Southern Xinjiang, but they are only a minority.

"Three thousand tall war horses, these are clearly the Northern Xinjiang Army!" Zhan Wentao also understood, his face turned pale, "The Tang Dynasty actually mobilized the Northern Xinjiang Army to attack the Great Zhou Dynasty. Is this to destroy the country?"

Zhang Wen's face turned pale, "Oh my god! The Northern Xinjiang Army? That is a powerful force that can compete with the Northern Liao cavalry!"

The most powerful army in the world is the Northern Liao Army. This is the consensus of the world.

And the only one that could compete with the Northern Liao army was the Northern Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty.

Use the weak to defeat the strong, use the few to defeat the many, and have been guarding the northern gate of the Tang Dynasty for many years.

"Wear a visor!"

Under the city, Nan He's loud voice was very harsh.

The cavalrymen pulled down their visors, and immediately, the gloomy cavalrymen appeared in the sight of the Southern Zhou people.

Two holes were opened in the visor, and a pair of eyes peered through the holes towards the city, looking eerie and terrifying.

"It's undoubtedly the Northern Xinjiang Army!" Xiang Lin looked bleak, "I need to tell Bianjing that the Northern Xinjiang Army has joined the war!"

"crossbowman!"

Rows of crossbowmen came forward.

"Be alert!" Xiang Lin shouted.

"Fire the arrow!"

A wave of arrows flew up.

"Shield!"

Amid the screams, Zhang Wen was pushed down by his subordinates and squatted behind the city wall, trembling.

"ah!"

He heard the miserable howl, and took a cautious glance, and saw a sergeant with an arrow in his neck, lying not far away, looking at him from the side, his eyes filled with despair.

"Fire the arrow!"

A rain of arrows like a black cloud covered the city.

Someone exclaimed, "The enemy is going to attack the city!"

"Fire the arrow!"

Three waves of arrows caused heavy casualties at the top of the city.

"retreat!"

Someone cautiously looked out.

"The Tang army has withdrawn!"

The crossbowmen retreated in an orderly manner.

"Not attacking?" Wang Shu asked.

"When our army first arrived, it seemed that its morale was high, but it turned out to be at the end of its battle. If we attack the city at this moment and fail to capture the city in one wave, we will be in trouble later."

Yang Xuan squinted at the few civil servants and generals who stood up cautiously on the top of the city.

Wang Shu smiled and said: "But the enemy is completely frightened."

"What is courage? When the ladder is set up on the top of the city, whether it is death or fighting, as long as the general encourages us, those Southern Zhou people will block us like crazy." Yang Xuan shook his head, "It is not appropriate at this moment!"

boom!

Suddenly a flame broke out at the top of the city, and several sergeants rushed to put out the fire.

"It's golden juice." Nan He said.

The so-called golden juice is an old soup made from excrement and various "raw materials". It was poured down when defending the city. Even if the people who were soaked were fine on the spot, they would definitely die of various inexplicable infections afterwards.

Wang Shu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Yang Xuan asked: "Do the southern Xinjiang rebels have this thing?"

Wang Shu shook his head.

"This is a brand new opponent, don't underestimate the enemy!"

Then the army retreated and set up camp.

Wang Shu's eyes were always on Yang Xuan.

When a general under his command saw him looking at Yang Xuan, he whispered: "This man is a little timid today!"

Wang Shu shook his head, "I thought he was timid before... But if you think about it carefully, he is known as a famous general in Northern Xinjiang, and Huang Chunhui thinks highly of him. Can such a person be timid?"

"Then he refused to attack the city under various excuses. Why?"

"I don't know either."

The two were silent.

After a long time, the man said: "I think this is the depth."

Profound, a necessary quality for a general.

Don’t be surprised by the chaos before your eyes!

Wang Shu suddenly felt a little depressed, "He seems to have changed a bit since he was in Chang'an."

That night, when Yang Xuan was getting ready to go to bed, Han Ji came.

"Mr. Han, sit down!"

Yang Xuan's tent is naturally the largest, not to mention spacious, and it has complete facilities and can even cook.

Outside, Tu Shang ordered, "Second brother, go make tea!"

"I want to sleep!" Wang Laoer muttered, and then only heard a bang and a miserable howl before Wang Laoer came in.

Outside the tent, Tu Chang said angrily: "If we win this battle, Lang Jun's prestige will rise to a higher level. Lang Jun has reached this point at a young age. At this time, whoever is close to him will

The more benefits you will get in the future.”

Befriend the boss when he is down or mediocre, and the rewards in the future will make you laugh even in your dreams.

Wang Laoer yawned and made tea while Yang Xuan and Han Ji looked on with smiles.

Tu Shang is worried too much!

When the tea was in hand, Han Ji held it in his hands without drinking it. "In the first battle, we must win first, and the sooner the better. But I was not in a hurry when I met your husband today, which shows that I am very confident..."

"Second son, go to sleep!" Yang Xuan saw that Mr. Wang was taking a nap, his head almost hanging down to his chest.

Wang Laoer ran away as quickly as he was granted amnesty.

Yang Xuan then said: "Mr. Han, do you want to say that I am a little slow today?"

Han Ji nodded, "I'm a little confused... Not to mention the middle of this battle, the right army Shi Zhongtang and Lang Jun are in a tit-for-tat situation. If he takes the lead, it will not benefit Lang Jun's prestige in this battle."

"We can attack the city today." Yang Xuan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "The reasons Wang Shu and I told are a bit far-fetched."
To be continued...