Arrows outside the city were like locusts, swooping madly into the city, covering the sky and the sun.
The defenders on the city wall did not show any signs of weakness and were not afraid of death. They fought resolutely. Duoji's reserve team was reminded by Xue Rengui to form a team of two. One person held a shield and was responsible for guarding against arrows. The other person used arrows to kill the climbers.
The Turkic army's defensive strength suddenly increased greatly, and they suppressed the attack.
Duoji was a little confused at first, but gradually he realized that Xue Rengui had done this deliberately. He only killed the Turkic troops on the ladder to give others the illusion that he would continue to attack crazily. In this way, he could greatly destroy the Turkic troops. In the end,
Achieve the goal of annihilating the Turkic army.
Thinking of this, Duoji couldn't help but take a breath of air and was shocked by Xue Rengui's courage.
Xue Rengui didn't point it out, nor did he want to point it out. He kept shooting the Turkic commander with arrows. The hatred in his heart surged wildly at this moment, his eyes were red, and he murmured in his mouth: "Tieniu, I killed this for you."
"Lao Wu, this is yours."
"Zhuzi, this is yours."
One word, one arrow, one person!
At this moment, Xue Rengui was like a god of death, constantly harvesting the enemy's lives and avenging Pao Ze who died in the battle. More than 30,000 people were beaten until there are only 3,000 left. Among them, the hatred and hatred among them, who is more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people than Xue Rengui?
How can we not avenge the blood feud?
Soon, a pot of iron arrows shot into the air, and Xue Rengui shouted indifferently: "Bring the arrows."
"General, please rest for a while." Someone shouted distressedly. A pot of thirty iron arrows and a strong bow being pulled thirty times in a row would be too much for an average person's arms to bear.
"Change the bow!" Xue Rengui understood the other party's good intentions and did not criticize him harshly, but the soldiers were all fighting, how could he just stand by and watch? In a battle like this, it is all about willpower and lethality. One more person means more strength.
.
A soldier quickly came over with an ox-horn bow and two pots of feather arrows. This kind of bow is also called a light bow. Its range is shorter than that of a hard bow, but it is enough to kill enemies outside the city.
Xue Rengui took it, skillfully pulled out three arrows, put them on the string, and pulled them apart easily.
"call out--"
One bow and three arrows are like shooting stars and lightning.
The next moment, three arrows were inserted into the bodies of three Turkic soldiers, killing three of them instantly.
Duoji believed that his archery skills were good, but his eyes twitched when he saw this scene, and a thought flashed through his mind - so strong!
The next moment, Duoji became more competitive and picked up the big bow he carried with him and jumped into the battle. He was prepared to compete, but he soon gave up. The opponent was too strong, and both his shooting speed and accuracy far exceeded him.
The fighting became more and more fierce.
This is a competition of willpower, and more importantly, a competition of desire to survive. Either you die or I die.
The screams, the sound of bowstrings exploding, the shouts of killing, and the sound of flying arrows formed an area like purgatory.
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The Turkic camp, in front of the Chinese army tent.
Ye Hu Khan stared at Yue Gong City in front of him, his face was so gloomy that it was dripping with water, his eyes were red, as if they were beating with fire. The civil and military ministers around him were silent, no one dared to say anything, for fear of getting into trouble.
With the war going like this, no one has any shame.
Retirement came to my mind inexplicably. The soldiers are all members of my own tribe. If one dies, one is missing. Without the soldiers, I am nothing. The tribe may be annexed by other tribes or even exterminated.
The same thing happens often in the ancient land of the Western Regions. No one takes any chances, but no one dares to lead troops to escape privately. The liquidation is equally ruthless.
However, Yehu Khan knew very well that anyone could withdraw. At worst, he could surrender to the Hanzhou Army for a chance of survival, but he could not. He suddenly looked at someone and said coldly: "Chief of the Chumu Kunlu Tribe, it's your turn.
Already."
"Follow the order!" the other party responded quickly, but his heart was aching.
After saying that, the man left in a hurry, walked forward for a short distance, came to a few people and whispered: "It's my tribe's turn, the situation is not right, please take it easy."
"Are you doing the same thing as before?" the other party asked in a low voice.
"The momentum must be loud and don't fall into the trap of others, but the casualties must be reduced. There is no hope in this battle, so we have to plan for the future of our tribe." The chief of Chumu Kunlu tribe said this and turned around to leave.
Soon, the chief of the Chumu Kunlu tribe returned to the central military tent and vowed: "The Khan has ordered the tribe to attack. No matter how much the sacrifice is, Yuegong City will be captured and dedicated to the Khan. Victory belongs to my great Turks.
"
"If we really win, you will be the main contributor, and I will not hesitate to make you the king with a different surname." Yehu Khan promised.
However, no one would believe such a guarantee. The chief of Chumu Kunlu tribe did not think so, but he pretended to be full of gratitude and said: "Thank you Khan, my subordinates dare not die in service."
Yehu Khan looked at everyone and said coldly: "No matter who enters the four gates of Yuegong City first, he will be the first to do it. He will be granted the title of King with a different surname, take control of the Shetiton tribe, and give Heluo Shi on a surprise ride.
Department, Shu Nishi is in the half department, you are responsible for rotating the attack on the other three gates, go and prepare."
"Follow the order!" the three chiefs responded solemnly, turned around and left.
Each of them seemed to be bitter and resentful, wishing they could take over Yuegong City, but their true thoughts were not exposed at all. They walked forward for a certain distance and each told their tribesmen to prepare for the attack, but their meanings were the same as those of the Chu Mu Kunlu tribe.
The same, with the intention of preserving strength.
Regardless of the Kunlu tribe of Chumu, the Huluwuque tribe, the Sheshetitun tribe, the Tuqi Shihorushi tribe, and the Shunishi Chuban tribe, they are collectively called the Wudulu tribe, the alliance tribe, and the leader of the alliance is called the Little Khan.
He had a lower status than Yehu Khan, the great Turkic Khan, but unfortunately he had been shot dead by Xue Rengui.
The Wudu Lu tribe has lost its little khan, the leader of the allied tribes, and is a bit leaderless. However, secretly, several chiefs still want to advance and retreat together. Moreover, the Wudu Lu tribe has always admired the civilization of the Han Dynasty and has no intention of surrendering to the Central Plains.
Contradiction, my ancestors did this kind of thing often.
After the chiefs finished their instructions, they returned to the central military tent and exchanged tacit glances.
When it comes to the life and death of a tribe, there are many words that don’t need to be spoken, a look is enough.
Yehu Khan had some doubts and worries in his heart, but since it was the time of employment, he did not reveal even a little bit. When he saw a few people coming back, he praised them a few times, and also asked people to bring good wine, and each of them sent two beauties.
The two horses were used as encouragement, which made other small tribe leaders envious.
The chief of the Chumu Kunlu tribe expressed his gratitude continuously, and then changed the subject and implored: "Dear Khan, my subordinates are willing to go to the front line to supervise the battle and encourage the warriors to climb to the city to repay the Khan's reward."
"We are also willing to go and supervise the battle." Several other chiefs of the Wudulu tribe also said quickly.
Yehu Khan is not stupid. If he really lets a few people go back to the tribe, maybe something will happen, so he will feel at ease if they stay. He immediately smiled and said: "I appreciate your kindness, and I also believe that your son can kill the enemy bravely, or
Stay and watch the battle with Ben Khan."
Several people couldn't hold on any longer, so they all retreated and exchanged glances secretly.