Chapter 22 Battle to the Death (2) [Please vote, please read]
After a tentative attack failed, the Tibetan army did not launch any form of attack for about two hours.
Like a swarm of bees, a large number of people started working with torches.
On the city wall, outside the winch crossbow with a range of up to one thousand meters, the defenders in the city were cutting down all the trees that the defenders had not yet had time to cut down.
These cut trees don't even need to have their bark peeled off.
After cutting off the branches and doing a little processing, a crude but usable ladder appeared.
In addition, some tree trunks cut into two meters long were bundled together to form a wooden shield that could block their whole bodies and prevent arrows from shooting on the city wall.
During this process, the defenders in the city took no measures.
No one else! Because two groups of elite Tibetan cavalry with about 5,000 men were roaming two miles away from the front and rear gates of Kucha City.
If the city sends troops to drive away those who cut down trees, it will only lead to death.
Therefore, there was no reaction in the city. Zhang Tiezhu and other old soldiers just asked everyone to sit down and rest as soon as they saw their opponents starting to chop down trees.
Even during this process, I was still in the mood to eat some biscuits for breakfast.
When Hu Biao heard this, he quickly sat down on the ground; it wasn't that this kid had a good mentality, but that the armor on his body was too heavy and he couldn't stand.
Finally, when the sky became completely bright, the Tibetans launched their attack again.
Just looking at the posture is the kind that makes people feel completely desperate.
There was no main direction of attack. During this period of processing the ladder, the Tubo and their army of cannon fodder completely surrounded the entire Qiuci City, which was only ten miles in circumference.
Then, under the still cool morning breeze, hundreds of horns sounded almost simultaneously.
Amidst the sound of horns that resounded throughout the world, at least more than 30,000 attacking personnel slowly walked toward Kucha City from multiple directions.
In the front row are people holding wooden shields.
A little later, there was an archer with a bow and arrow in his hand.
After that, there are soldiers carrying ladders more than ten meters long; finally, there is a large group of soldiers, mainly soldiers holding scimitars as weapons.
With that kind of long ladder, because the city wall is not high, they don't even need to carry soil on their backs to fill in the moat first. They just set up a ladder on the edge of the moat and can rush to the top of the city in this way.
The premise is that the garrison on top of the city allows them to do so.
The cruel battle will start from this moment.
Facing such an offensive, everyone in the city knew that they could not defend it. The only suspense was how long they could hold on and how many opponents they killed.
But just like that, Hu Biao saw the backs of those people in front of him who could be called grandfathers, but they were still so unmoved...
When the countdown in the heads of Hu Biao and others, which represented the complete completion of the mission, still had 16 hours and 42 minutes, the crisp sound of 'bang, bang~' sounded at the top of the city.
One after another, large crossbow arrows were directed at the targets holding wooden shields a thousand meters away from the city, and they easily shot these crude wooden shields into piles of wood.
The deadly battle has officially begun, and everyone in this isolated city will soon die one by one.
Unlike Zhang Tiezhu and other veterans, who now have a dull expression; Hu Biao and others are now caught in a huge dilemma: What to do next?
Fighting to the death? Killing one is enough, killing two is enough to earn money?
People's hearts are full of flesh, and seeing the expressions on the faces of these veterans who died generously, these rookies were filled with unspeakable anger.
But what if the people in the city can continue to hold on for 17 hours, wouldn't they still be able to complete the system tasks, return to the peaceful modern plane alive, and enjoy the civilized life brought by modern technology.
I'm really going to die, and die on the top of Kucha City. What will happen to my parents, wife, and children?
For a time, their hearts were tormented like never before...
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"These Turks who were used as dogs by the Tibetans were still killed too few and not all were killed."
Looking at the opponents below the city, Zhang Tiezhu cursed and quickly shot three arrows, knocking the two opponents to the ground.
There was one person among them who did not hit the vital position, but he was also dead in the next second.
Because the Turks who were serving as cannon fodder did not care about the lives of their compatriots on the ground; in order to rush to the city as quickly as possible and avoid being hit by arrows from the city, they began to speed up the charge.
After countless soles stepped on it, the person who fell to the ground was trampled to death.
In the end, after probably suffering at least five to six hundred casualties, the forwards of these Turkic cannon fodders finally reached a position fifty steps in front of the moat.
Amid a shrill howl of unknown meaning, like a wild wolf, the front line of the Turkic army made a change.
The soldiers carrying the ladders quickened their pace, and after passing the tribesmen holding wooden shields, they quickly arrived at the moat despite the constant casualties from being shot by crossbows on the city.
Then, with concerted efforts, the ladder will be erected high.
After they gently lowered it forward, one end of the ladder had already landed on the top of the city wall, and it had grown to about half a person's height.
Through such a ladder, the Turks under the city could cross the moat and rush directly to the city wall.
Such a scene was obviously their plan in mind. At the moment when the ladder was set up, in addition to the archers who continued to shoot arrows from the bottom of the city to the top of the city, suppressing the people at the top of the city.
The Turks who were holding various one-handed shields had already blocked the shield in front of themselves with one hand, bit the sharp scimitar in their hands, and grabbed the ladder with the other hand to climb up quickly.
Then came more Turks holding scimitars, and they had to keep up one by one.
Soon after, half of the ten-meter-long ladder was filled with people.
At the same time, those who were originally carrying the ladder pressed down the lower end of the ladder with their hands and even their bodies, increasing the weight of the ladder in this way.
Under such circumstances, Liang Daya found that with the combined efforts of a wooden fork in his hand and the two sergeants beside him, he could not push the ladder.
The purpose is to make the ladders fall over, fall to death, and injure those Turkic people.
He immediately and decisively gave up this tactic. As he stepped back, threw away the wooden fork in his hand, and picked up a hundred knives with one hand, he turned his head and shouted:
"Quick, whoever hits that one with a rolling stone~"
Damn it, the one Liang Daya turned to greet was Xu Feng.
The scene where Gangzi was shot and killed not long ago undoubtedly left a huge psychological pressure on Xu Feng and others. After hearing this, he didn't even think much about it.
Instinctively, he picked up a stone weighing hundreds of kilograms at his feet.
He rushed to the wall in two or three steps, and without any hesitation, he smashed down a ladder in front of him. After smashing it out, Xu Feng realized that he had killed someone.
Because he clearly saw that the fastest Turk had climbed to a position less than two meters away from the wall.
Facing the incoming rocks and a group of their compatriots following behind them, the Turks who were unable to retreat had their eyes full of determination and resentment, which actually made their speed increase by two points.
If looks could kill, Xu Feng would have died countless times.
The next second, the stone hit the shield.
The wooden shield inlaid with iron plates first had an obvious dent, and then his left arm holding the shield bent irregularly.
In the end, the whole person fell down the ladder due to the force of the impact of the boulder.
Also falling along with him was a Turkic man behind him; after the two of them splashed a high amount of water, they fell into the moat together with the stones.
Like stones, the two of them never floated again.
The cowhide armor and water-absorbed clothes they wore made their bodies as heavy as stones, so they were dead now.
Just killing the two Xu Feng didn't mean any comfort at all.
After committing a murder for the first time, his mind was completely blank. What was a daughter who was in elementary school, parents who were already elderly, and a wife who was usually nagging but was very good to him?
These important tasks that I had been worrying about all this time were all gone because of the huge fear.
He didn't have any strength in his body, and it was only because his right shoulder was leaning on the wall that he didn't collapse on the ground in embarrassment.
In fact, logically speaking, it is completely understandable for a modern person, or a modern person in a particularly peaceful environment like China, to experience the huge psychological discomfort that Xu Feng is experiencing after killing someone.
But on the battlefield, there is no place for reasoning.
The two fellow Turks in front of him were knocked down, but there was no stopping the third Turk from continuing to climb.
If there must be any difference, it is that the eyes looking at Xu Feng became more and more ferocious, like a wild wolf tearing out his throat.
After this scene fell into Xu Feng's eyes, he immediately came back to his senses.
But his limp body could do nothing for a while. He could only watch the Turk getting closer and closer, until he rushed to a position two meters away, holding the scimitar in his mouth with his right hand.
In just one breath at most, this opponent smelling like sheep can rush up and chop him to death with a single blow.
At the moment when Xu Feng was almost desperate, there was suddenly a force pulling him back.
At the same time, a sharp sword struck out against his left cheek like lightning, hitting the Turkic man wearing a leather helmet in the forehead, and it easily penetrated deep.
The moment it hit, a stream of donated blood flew out, flying far away.
Liu Bo, whose heart was already turbulent, could no longer restrain himself under the stimulation of the strong smell of blood, and vomited while retreating.
While he was spitting, Liang Daya's voice fell in his ears:
"The smashing was good just now, keep smashing it, don't worry! I will protect you, old man~"
