Geli Aijin is a fat short man, wearing a yak felt hat, chain mail, braids tied with green silk ribbon, and wearing light blue Tubo Pupu trousers.
He rushed to the scene of the incident aggressively with two soldiers. When he saw the purple gelding lying on the ground, he was heartbroken: "My horse! My horse!"
He rushed forward and grabbed the shepherd slave's left chest. He stared wildly and asked wildly: "What on earth is going on? How can you feed a horse and feed it away!"
The shepherd slave hunched his shoulders, sobbed and begged for mercy: "Aijin, I don't know, I don't know why the horse fell, I don't know why it twitched! Please forgive me!"
"Forgive you?" Grier laughed like a nervous twitch in grief, and then roared: "I forgive you for nothing!"
He threw off the clothes of the shepherd slave, looked around, and found the soldiers onlookers. He pulled out a broad-bladed knife from his waist, swung the knife and cut off the right arm of the shepherd slave, and blood suddenly spurted out.
The shepherd slave screamed and fell to the ground. He grabbed his left hand in the air, grabbed the sheep felt boots and bit them. If he didn't bite the boots, it would be so painful that he would break his teeth. The soldier wearing the boots kicked him away in disgust, but still
A large piece of felt was bitten off.
He struggled painfully and squirmed, as stubborn as a stubborn maggot. A pool of blood oozed from the sheep felt in his mouth, and finally he fainted from shock.
Duan Xiushi, who was standing not far away and witnessed all this, clutched the handle of the guillotine tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out. He suppressed his anger and would never lose the overall victory of tonight due to impulse.
Griejin's anger had not yet been vented. He pointed at the herdsmen who were cutting grass to carry water and insulted them: "What a wolf-hearted person! He cut poisonous weeds into the grass! He poisoned my purple gelding to death! Give it to me."
Come out, I will never chop him to death."
The broad-bladed knife in Griaejin's hand was still dripping with brown blood. Who dared to stand up in this situation? If he stood up, he would be torn into pieces.
"No one admits it, right! You beasts! Give me a whip, fifty lashes each, no, a hundred lashes each!"
Ai Jin gave the order, and naturally some fawning soldiers came forward to execute him. The muscles on the faces of the two Tang soldiers playing the role of herdsmen twitched, and they couldn't help resisting, but were stopped by Duan Xiushi's eyes. They had more important things to do, and they were about to take action.
Tonight, if you want to survive the day, you must not do anything drastic.
"Don't act rashly and get whipped abruptly."
The soldiers waved their whips and whipped them on top of everyone's head, but there were too many people being whipped. If they were whipped a hundred times one by one, let alone whether the tortured people could bear it, the torturers all suffered.
No, if I keep pumping like this, wouldn’t I tire myself out enough?
They had no choice but to cut corners and use whips to whip the herdsmen wildly. Duan Xiushi sucked in a breath of cold air and gritted his teeth to bear it silently. Several Tang soldiers around him had pale faces and clenched their fists to hold back the anger that was about to burst out.
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Just as Li Siye led everyone around the corner and walked to the main street, the deep sound of a yak's horn suddenly came from the distance. The tone was short and urgent, as if it was oppressing a person's chest.
He was overjoyed because it looked like the Tang army was about to attack the city. Sure enough, Tu Qishi's panicked shouts rang out everywhere: "The Tang army is attacking the city!"
Looking at the top of Talas City in the distance, the soldiers of the Tuqi Shi rushed to the city wall along the steps to support them. Li Siye thought carefully for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Hurry and hide, it's time to take turns shooting crossbows!"
As soon as he finished speaking, screams were heard from far to near. The arrows on the city wall were like dense swarms of locusts, raining down in an instant. Fortunately, their location was far away from the top of the city, and the small arrows had little power.
Unfortunately, the thick arrow shaft fired by the ballista can easily penetrate a two-foot-thick earthen wall.
Li Siye and the others hurriedly ran behind the earth wall. They had never felt the pressure brought by thousands of arrows like locusts. They pressed their bodies against the wall and sucked in the cold air. If the arrows of their own people were shot into bloody gourds, then
What a bad luck.
Not far from the street, two Tuqishi soldiers who had no time to dodge were penetrated by arrow shafts and pinned to the earth wall. The holes in their chests were turned outwards, and thick blood flowed out.
While he was still rejoicing, flowers suddenly exploded on one side of the wall. The crossbow arrow shaft was two feet out of the wall, and the arrowhead was green and black with a cold glow. A chill ran through his skin, and he turned to look to the side. Tian Zhen was leaning against him.
On the wall to his right, the crossbow arrow was only three inches away from him, making his face slightly pale, but he smiled at him pretending to be relaxed.
The long crossbow arrows were continuously thrown into the city, penetrating the felt tents and roofs, or digging into the open space and digging deep into the loess, the tails of the arrow shafts trembling.
This kind of long-range strike looks scary, but its lethality is just that. Being hit by an arrow in such a big city is just bad luck.
Soon the sound of arrow shafts falling to the ground became scattered, and finally disappeared and became invisible. It seemed that the Tang Army's first round of arrow deterrence was over, and next was a tentative siege.
The soldiers all released the gecko wall mode, looking for the scattered horses and preparing to go back to the yard to hide. Now that the Tang army had attacked the city, they no longer needed to escort the herdsmen to cut grass outside the city. They could hide for a while before their superiors came to the door.
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The whipping execution at the fodder yard was also interrupted by a sudden rain of arrows. Grierkin was originally furious, but he insisted on watching the soldiers use whips to beat these humble herdsmen to tears. A sudden arrow came
The arrow shaft fell into the soil a foot in front of him, frightening half of his soul. He screamed and even ignored the dead horse, held his head and ran towards the flat-roofed house under the protection of his own soldiers.
When the executioners saw Grierjin escaping first, they didn't dare to be exposed in broad daylight. They all fled in panic and fled in all directions.
Duan Xiushi touched his back, scratching blood marks with his trembling fingers. Regardless of the burning pain on his back, he quickly helped the herdsmen around him and ran towards Diwozi.
"The Tang army has fired arrows, quickly hide in the den!"
The rest of the Tang army were strong and strong, and a few whips one by one could not affect their movements. They quickly helped up the thin herdsmen around them and looked for cover to avoid the arrows. The scattered arrows fell continuously, just like the hailstones that can stir up dust before a thunderstorm.
Duan Xiushi went back and forth several times, and finally helped up a thin old herdsman. Just two steps away, the herdsman screamed in pain, and looked down to see that his calf had been penetrated by an arrow and was dripping with blood.
He simply picked up the old man and ran to the bottom of the nest, waiting for the scattered arrows to gradually stop.
After the arrow rain ended, Duan Xiushi helped the old man out of the cave and let him lie flat on the ground. He took out the knife hidden in his waist, cut off one end of the arrow shaft, and said in a low voice in Turkic: "Old man, please bear with me.
Stay focused."
He grabbed the arrow shaft and quickly pulled it out. The old man only twitched his cheek and didn't even moan. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, which contained the wound medicine prepared by the military medical officer, and shook the mouth of the bottle with his fingers.
, sprinkle it gently on both ends of the wound, then pull off a piece of cloth from the corner of his middle clothes and wrap it around the arrow wound on the old man's leg.
There was a trace of tranquility on the old herdsman's face like dry tree bark. He opened his eyes and looked at Duan Xiushi. He crossed his arms and bowed, then lay down softly. He hesitated several times, but couldn't help but say: "You
, you are Tang Jun, right?"
Duan Xiushi's bandaging hand suddenly stopped, then she wrapped it up pretending to be nonchalant, and said calmly: "How can you be sure?"
The old herdsman's expression was indifferent and comfortable, and he spoke in whispers: "I used to be the personal guard of the Sulu Khan. I was whipped by the Khan and expelled from the army because I made a mistake. I came here.
I work as a herder for others in Ross City. I know all about being a soldier. I saw it when I was just cutting grass to feed the animals. You strangers all have thick dry calluses on the second section of your middle finger. This is the result of long-term labor.
The thick callus formed by the bow is much thicker than that of herdsmen who know how to shoot and hunt."
Duan Xiushi wrapped up the wound and put the old herdsman's calf on the ground. He hesitated whether he should get up and leave, but the old man suddenly said: "I will not report you. On the contrary, I hope you can capture this city.
The souls of the Tuqisi people have rotted away. Without Uzile, Suo Ge, and Sulu, they have become purposeless livestock. Instead of letting them slaughter each other, they would be better off being conquered and reduced to slavery by you.
from."
He turned back and stared into the old man's eyes. From those blue eyes, he could see the desolation of the world and the despair rising from the bottom of his heart.