The Tuqishi people who were still fighting for control of the city saw the Tang army entering the city and realized that the situation was over. They threw down their weapons and knelt down to surrender. However, this foreign-style city was still in chaos.
Bai Xiaode, covered in blood, walked out of the pile of corpses of Tuqi Shiren. The surrounding Tang troops were frightened by his murderous intent and gave way to one another.
The battle was over, and it seemed like he should find a place to rest and bandage the scars on his body. But he already had a new goal, heading towards a certain direction in the city in the dark night.
The Talos herdsmen who successfully captured the city and held on to survive also lost their goal. Their mission seemed to have been completed. After tomorrow, the sheep and houses will be back in their hands, but the restlessness factor in their blood has not yet rested.
, they still need to vent.
When there is no goal, it is best to follow a person who has a goal and move forward. They followed Bai Xiaode out of instinct and headed in the direction of Khan's tent.
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Li Siye saw Fumeng Lingcha late at night. He was leaning tiredly against the earthen wall of the doorway. His eyelids were so sleepy that he wanted to close them. The flickering firelight and the turbulent and fanatical shouts of the soldiers filled his eyes and eardrums.
The illusion was blurry and drifting away. He didn't dare to imagine, couldn't imagine that he had done such a narrow escape.
He originally did not have such courage, let alone such ability. It was just a temporary conjecture, thinking that he had the double guarantee of the protagonist's aura and the mission of a historical figure. However, after the life and death fight just now, he discovered that there is no such thing as aura and destiny.
There is only danger and temporary luck.
The light was dimmed in front of his eyes again. Without raising his eyelids, a deep voice whispered in his ear: "Is this Li Siye? Take him down on a stretcher quickly and send a medical officer to treat the injury!
"
He opened his eyes and saw Fu Meng Lingcha riding on the horse. He was holding a torch in one hand and bent down to look at him.
Li Siye suddenly smiled: "General, don't worry, Li Siye can still hold on until sunrise tomorrow."
Fumeng Lingcha looked at him with admiration, sighed and said: "To be honest, I didn't have much hope for you, nor did I expect that you could succeed. I have already used manpower to build five or six siege towers.
, we also purchased the earthworks and timbers for constructing the Weirang Road, but they are all useless now.”
"You deserve the greatest credit for this battle, not only because you captured Talos in just one day, but also because of your dangerous fighting in the city, which prevented us from sacrificing more lives on the city wall. Fu Meng Lingcha, for
The officers and soldiers of the Seventh Army thank you."
Fumeng Lingcha sat upright and solemnly raised his hands to Li Siye.
"I'll send someone to take you for treatment and have a good night's rest."
Li Siye waved his hand: "General Fumeng, I can still do it. I want to gather the fifty of us to see how many are still alive and how many have died."
The moment he pushed the city gate open, the brothers fighting alongside him were scattered by the influx of his own people. In the darkness, he didn't know how many people fell quietly. In the end, he was fighting alone.
"Okay then," Fumeng Lingcha turned around and ordered behind him: "Send someone to fetch a horse! It's more convenient to find someone on the horse!"
Li Siye got on his horse and followed Fumeng's Chinese army forward slowly. When he passed through the door, he saw the city of Talas which was still in chaos like a pot of porridge. The fire from the forage yard was still rising and raging, and the sharp points in the city were still burning.
The shouts and roars continued, as if there was an all-night carnival going on.
No matter who wins and takes over the city, the ones who suffer are still the aboriginal people in the city. Some of them were expelled from their homes, and some stayed as slaves. He recalled the twitching compassion on their faces when they lit the hayyard with his own hands last night.
.That was their blood and sweat. Thousands of acres of naturally growing grass around Talos City were harvested by them, dried, piled in the city, and then burned by themselves.
They saw a dozen people standing under the city wall, and quickly asked the people next to them for a torch, holding it high in their hands and riding horses to shine it.
They were leaning against the city wall in various shapes, their faces and bodies were covered with wet blood, their cheeks were tired, but their eyes still had charm.
He approached them with the horse's belly between his legs, held a torch and bent down and asked: "Why do we have so few people left? Where are they?"
Duan Xiushi leaned against the city wall and said weakly: "Some people may be dead, and some may still be alive. It's dark now, so we can't find them. Wait until dawn to find their bodies."
He got off his horse and walked past everyone, recognizing their appearance: Yuan Tao, Teng Mu, Tian Zhen, Zhang Zhiguo, Kubani, Ruosuluo, and Zhang Yong.
"Where did Bai Xiaode go?"
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The Khan's tent was surrounded by the Tang army and the Bahna army. The guards resisted stubbornly and were shot by several rounds of arrows from the Tang army, destroying most of them. These people's thinking is very simple. The credit for the city's destruction has been taken away by others.
Now, the credit for capturing the Khan should be won. The two sides were almost rushing to take action, shooting arrows down for free, venting all the fighting spirit that had not been vented on the top of the city on a small group of guardians.
On the head of the army.
Erwei Khan soon issued an order from the domed hall, asking all the personal guards to lay down their weapons and kneel down to surrender. Even the Khan himself and his brother Basi Yehu quietly knelt on both sides of the steps.
At this time, neither the Tang army nor the army of Bahna Khan dared to step into this territory again. Do you want to accept the surrender of the enemy leader before General Fumeng and Asilanda Khan? Don't you want to mess around?
Come on, no matter how stupid a person is, he still has some brains like this.
However, there happened to be a bloody young general carrying two guns on his back, leading a group of ragged men with messy swords and guns, and forcefully squeezed in from the middle area between the Tang Army and the Bahan Army.
Everyone around them looked angrily, raised their crossbows and bent their horned bows, preparing to shoot these blind things to death!
"Who is this, so bold?"
A general stretched out his hand to stop the soldiers' angry actions: "Don't do anything, General Fumeng will come immediately! This person is not under our jurisdiction and can be left to General Fumeng for punishment."
Bai Xiaode came to the kneeling Khan with a gun, put the tip of the gun on Erwei's neck, his face was cold but showed no contempt.
His move aroused the surprise and indignation of all the Tang troops. This man must have died! He dared to kill the Khan before the general did. Do you think taking his head is a merit? Wrong, this is a crime.
"Be brave and put down the gun!"
Everyone raised the bows and crossbows that they had put down, and the horned bows and crossbows were arranged densely. With just one volley, they could turn people into hedgehogs.
Bai Xiaode ignored the threats of these people, passed the tip of the gun forward, and touched the Khan's skin.
Erwei Khan closed his eyes tightly and raised his head. From the firelight, you can see that his face is very handsome, and his high nose is more like a noble prince. It is hard to imagine that there are other things in the savage and rough Tuqishi people.
Such a beautiful man.
He didn't know which general the visitor was, so he could only say tremblingly: "You are the leader of the defeated army, and you have lost your father Khan's inheritance. Now you are in the hands of your Majesty. You can kill or behead him as you please."
Bai Xiaode shook his head: "Don't get me wrong, I have no interest in killing you. Is there a bastard with a half-bald head and three braids under your hands?"
Erwei Khan was surprised and blurted out: "Beibat Tutun?"