Finally, the heat in the pot began to boil and it had reached sufficient temperature; Lang Qing did not directly pick up the pot and poured the golden juice down.
Damn it! At this point in the battle, even Rexiang and the defenders on the city wall are extremely valuable resources and cannot be wasted casually.
If you throw out such a pot, the rest of your life will be miserable?
Therefore, Lang Qing picked up a wooden basin the size of a washbasin, filled the pot with most of the strong material, and walked quickly towards the wall stack.
As he ran over, his steps staggered a little.
There was no way! After repelling the attack last time, he also put on a piece of cowhide armor that contained the warmth and blood of a Tubo body and a strong body odor.
While Lang Qing's defense was improved, his speed and agility were also greatly reduced.
After seeing this scene from the corner of his eye, Cow Lame's head tilted.
He tried his best to be hit on the shoulder armor with a knife, but also kicked out violently, kicking back a party member who had just jumped off the wall with brute force.
At the same time, with the force of such a kick, the old man started to retreat wildly backwards.
Just in time to make way, Lang Qing, who was holding the golden juice, rushed to the wall and fell down in front of a face that was less than one meter away and full of weathered color.
What! Everything started rolling in the pot, and it was bubbling with heat. Even if it didn't reach a high temperature of 100 degrees, it would definitely reach a temperature of more than 90 degrees.
When being showered by this thing, even the Sogdian lowered his head wearing a leather helmet immediately.
But after the golden juice flowed down the helmet onto his face, neck, and under the collar, the whole person let out a huge scream.
Unable to stand firm on the blood-stained and slippery ladder, I fell down towards the moat.
Not only him, but also the two Sogdians behind him.
The only difference is that the amount of golden juice that was poured on was different, and the area that was burned was different. It also fell like a stone.
Originally, a pot of gold juice defeated three opponents, which greatly improved the situation in this wall. The result still made Lang Qing very happy.
It's a pity that he couldn't maintain such a happy mood for even ten seconds.
When he arrived at this wall stack carrying another basin of Rexiang.
I was surprised to see the three people who had just fallen into the moat, but two of them were staggeringly trying to stand up despite the blood reaching their knees.
Lang Qing's heart suddenly became extremely bitter.
Because that scene represented the corpses of cannon fodder on the Tibetan side, which almost filled the moat.
Once that time comes, the Tubo people can even rush over on war horses, and with the help of ropes with claws, they can easily climb up to the top of the city.
And he could clearly feel that the artistic moves and movements of the gang leader Niu Laizi were now becoming more and more stiff, which was a sign that his physical strength was no longer enough.
The other veterans of Xuan Ge Camp are basically in the same situation.
If such a war situation continues to develop, can they survive more than ten hours and survive until the end of the mission? If there are no accidents, they will definitely not be able to...
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After a few minutes, the large pot of golden juice was poured out.
Without this powerful weapon to defend the city, the Sogdians immediately became excited.
While shouting and screaming, he rushed frantically along the ladder. In a frenzied attack regardless of life and death, a warrior in full armor soon rushed up the city wall.
He swung a thick iron sword in his hand and directly cut off the wooden shaft of a spear that was thrust through it.
Later, he just waved the sword into the air, and with the combined efforts of the two old soldiers in the city, they were unable to kill him or drive him out of the gap.
When the nearby captains Zhang Tiezhu and Liang Daya saw this, they immediately screamed in their hearts that it would be bad if this man had been allowed to stay on the city wall for a little too long.
When more Sogdians rushed up, they successfully established a stronghold.
Then a steady stream of Sogdians would rush up through this distance, completely drive them off this section of the city wall, and rush into the city.
But a Sogdian leader under the city also discovered such an urgent situation.
Under the roar from his mouth, the originally crazy men climbed up the city wall with more and more disregard for life and death, leaving the surrounding veterans with nothing to do for a while.
The young white-collar AT who had just smashed a stone happened to see this scene and was immediately inspired.
After thinking of the important point, he picked up a spear and rushed over quickly.
After getting closer, he recalled the key points of the assassination practice, and let out a killing roar, intending to frighten the opponent, or to embolden himself at the same time.
He took a lunge with his feet, used all the strength in his back and arms, and stabbed him out with one shot.
The moment it was thrust out, AT was even a little surprised to find that the quality of his shot was actually quite good.
Unfortunately, this shot did not produce any results; because facing the shot, the Sogdian warrior not only did not retreat at all, but instead struck with a knife without dodging.
It's completely a style of fighting that ends in the same fate and only defends but does not attack.
When he felt the blade shimmering with frost slashing at his forehead, the AT retreated.
Actually speaking, the white-collar workers cannot be blamed for such a situation.
Because as an ordinary person without professional training, when such sharp or sharp objects are stabbed or chopped, the body will have an instinctive fear and avoidance movements.
At the moment of retreating, AT's feet slipped and he fell over with his head held high.
This was after a long battle, and a thick layer of blood had accumulated on the ground. There were personnel from both the enemy and ourselves. If you stepped on it accidentally, it would slip.
When AT fell down at the critical moment, he could be said to be in despair, thinking that he was doomed.
But at this moment, a miracle happened.
A spear stabbed out from above his head like a poisonous snake, stabbing the Sogdian warrior's thick neck viciously, forcing him to sweep his iron sword across to deflect the fatal shot.
This critical assassination shot also saved the AT's life.
Soon after, AT knew who had killed him, and he became somewhat familiar with it.
Those were three veterans of the former Xuan Ge Battalion, who later had to withdraw from the combat order because of their age, lack of physical strength, and many old-age diseases.
When they were cooking yesterday, these three old soldiers helped to light the fire and wash the vegetables.
At that time, AT, who was making dumplings, chatted with them for a while. Everyone laughed and talked about the big-butted Hu women in the city.
AT even asked some questions about why veterans like them had stayed in the Anxi Protectorate for so many years.
If you can't find a Han woman to marry, why not just find some Hu women to marry? It seems that there are not many young people of mixed Hu and Han races in the city.
Otherwise, the Anxi Army can always recruit some young people.
Faced with such a question, none of the veterans answered, but just by looking at the bitter smiles on their faces, AT probably understood what was going on.
What else can I do? Just like many older young people in the modern plane, they are poor.
And now that the three people appear here, it must be what they said in their chat: "They are born as members of the Anxi Army, and die as ghosts of the Xuange Camp. When the war really gets tense, it doesn't matter if they die in battle..."
The late death of a hero is often a tragedy in life.
After the three old pawns appeared, they worked together to kill the powerful opponent.
If they were more than ten or twenty years younger, they should be able to kill this opponent quite easily; but who can imagine the desolation of these old men with trembling hands fighting against a strong man?
In the blink of an eye, an old soldier was chopped to the ground.
The other person who couldn't dodge was hit on the temple by his opponent's arm-protected fist. Immediately, blood splattered on his head covered with white hair, and the scene looked so dazzling.
The only remaining person coughed violently due to strenuous activities, almost coughing out his lungs.
Upon seeing this, he didn't know where the courage came from at the time. The young white-collar worker jumped up and picked up the spear at hand; to be more precise, he picked up a broken gun with a spearhead.
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The word "kill~" filled with anger and unwillingness was roared out of his throat, and at the same time, he stabbed out with a spear.
God knows why? Even the AT was a little surprised by this shot. The posture, angle, etc. were actually unprecedented. It went directly through the gap in the opponent's armor and penetrated under the left rib...
