Guiyi Fei Tang

Chapter 21 Han Er is Fierce
"Pour it down and scald these Han slaves to death!"

"Uh-huh!!"

"Attack! Don't stop!"

"Break through the city gates and camp, rush into the city, and recover Ganzhou!!"

In Zhangye, the soldiers of Shazhou and the Tubo defenders were like two solidified currents, converging under the city walls where flames were blazing.

The Tibetan defenders at the city gate relied on the camp to block the Shazhou soldiers who tried to rush into the camp and killed them with blunt weapons and hammers.

Once the Shazhou soldiers' attack on the city gate weakened, they began to use bows and arrows to interfere with the soldiers attacking the city.

If the camp at the city gate could not be defended, they would retreat back into the city. At the same time, the soldiers on the city wall would pour asphalt and start a fire to block the opportunity for the Shazhou soldiers to rush into the city.

The Tibetan defenders on the city wall remained calm and composed, and they kept throwing down the golden juice and wooden sticks in their hands as if they were inexhaustible sand and gravel.

The boiling gold juice severely injured countless Shazhou soldiers. Their skin and flesh stuck to their clothes and armor. The burning pain made many people toss back and forth between fainting and waking up. It was extremely cruel.

In the distance, dust rolled up, as if the earth was sighing and mourning the disappearance of these young lives.

"It's been half an hour, and there's no news of anyone ascending first from any of the four gates."

"Governor...why don't we withdraw our troops and take a rest..."

A soldier standing next to Zhang Yichao couldn't help but speak, and Zhang Yichao's eyes were firm: "If we withdraw now, how are we going to explain to the soldiers who were injured just now?"

"Pass on my order, the first one to reach the summit will be promoted three levels!"

"Tell the soldiers, if we cannot conquer Zhangye today, when the reinforcements from the bandits in Longyou arrive, everyone will be enslaved."

"Let them choose whether to be a human or a slave!"

Zhang Yichao firmly believes that there will always be brave men when there is a big reward, but he also knows that a big reward alone cannot make the three armies want to fight to the death.

Only by revealing the scar that all Han people in Hexi were once slaves can everyone be stimulated.

"Yes……"

The soldier bowed with trembling hands in response, and Zhang Yichao's military order was also spread to various city gates and battlefields.

However, compared with the reward of being promoted to the third level, the brothers who died beside him could better inspire a person's fighting spirit.

Outside the east gate, more than half of the soldiers of the 12th Regiment had been killed or wounded, but the injured foreign soldiers at the city gate were constantly being picked up and brought back by foreign soldiers inside the city, and they were constantly replenished with foreign soldiers wearing heavy armor.

After half an hour of fighting, the number of foreign soldiers at the city gate not only did not decrease, but was even greater than before the war.

Not only that, they rushed out of the camp several times, and with the cooperation of the defenders on the city wall, they continuously attacked the Shazhou soldiers who were attacking the city wall.

Although the soldiers of the 12th Regiment bravely rushed up to the horse road on the top of the city several times, they were soon surrounded and wiped out by a large number of foreign soldiers.

The Tibetans mobilized all males of all ethnic groups in the city except the Han people to prepare for war. Hundreds of men from all ethnic groups, under the supervision of hundreds of Tibetan soldiers, continuously poured gold juice and threw down wooden sticks.

The 12th Regiment's attack became increasingly weak, and more and more soldiers were sent to the rear.

Such a scene made the soldiers of the 13th Regiment who were waiting for orders feel dry-mouthed and weak in their limbs.

"Huai Shen!"

Zhang Huairong, with blood all over his face, retreated to the riverside under the protection of his personal soldiers. There was a hint of despair in his eyes.

Facing his gaze, Zhang Huaishen turned around and looked at the more than 200 faces behind him.

"The first brigade will hold the city gate, the second brigade will attack the city wall. The first to reach the wall will be promoted three levels and rewarded with three thousand strings of cash!"

His face was stern, and he spoke solemnly, then turned to look at the tragic battlefield and took a deep breath: "Kill!!"

"kill!!"

Shouting cannot achieve any substantial results, but it can temporarily dispel the fear in everyone's hearts.

Amid shouts, the 13th Regiment finally rushed to the front line of the battlefield.

The one hundred men of the Second Brigade were divided into ten groups, and with an indescribable madness, they rushed towards the cloud car like crazy.

Liu Jilong is one of them. It’s not that he is not afraid of death, but there are people behind him who need his protection.

"Give me the spear!"

Liu Jilong snatched the spear from a soldier of the 12th Regiment in front of him, and before everyone could react, he threw the spear towards the parapet on the city wall.

"Oh!"

In an instant, the spear pierced the cheek of the civilian who was trying to pour out the golden juice, causing him to lose control of his hand.

The civilian who was pouring the gold juice with him had no time to react. He just felt a sinking in his hand, and the pottery jar filled with gold juice instantly fell to the ground.

The scalding golden juice burned his lower legs and below, and while he was howling in pain, a foreign soldier raised a wooden pole and smashed it at the cloud chariot.

Before he could act, another black shadow attacked, but this time the aim was off and the spear hit his chest, leaving a large dent in his chain mail. The soldier couldn't catch his breath and fell to the ground.

"Good man!"

The soldiers of the 12th Regiment, who had been beaten back several times in the front, couldn't help but shout "good job!"

"dash forward!"

Liu Jilong urged the soldiers of the 12th Regiment in front of him. Although there were only a few of them left, they saw hope of climbing the city wall. They swarmed up the city wall and were surrounded by the foreign soldiers who reacted in a moment.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that the men of the 12th Regiment had already occupied the opening in the parapet and without the threat of gold juice and wooden beams, Liu Jilong took the lead and climbed onto the cloud car.

Zhang Chang and the others hurriedly followed, but their movements were too slow and they could not keep up with Liu Jilong's speed at all.

The people of the 12th Regiment were all veterans. Even though they were besieged by many times more soldiers, they managed to buy Liu Jilong a moment.

When Liu Jilian climbed up the parapet, he saw only dozens of foreign soldiers wearing chain mail and dozens of civilian laborers who were driven down the city wall.

In the distance, dozens of foreign soldiers wearing chain mail rushed towards the lost opening in the women's wall, but were stopped by Shazhou soldiers at other openings.

There were only three veteran soldiers left from the 12th Regiment at this point, barely resisting the siege from foreign soldiers coming from all directions.

"You pig-dog barbarian thief, your grandfather is here!"

Without time to think, he jumped off the parapet, pulled out the blunt weapon he had prepared from his waist, and smashed it hard at the incoming foreign soldiers!
Facing a group of foreign soldiers who were over five feet tall, Liu Jilian was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and he tore open the encirclement in just a few breaths.

The foreign soldiers who were hit hard by him often fell to the ground and twitched without even being able to scream.

“Good man!!”

The three men from the 12th Regiment shouted excitedly and took the initiative to cover Liu Jilong's left and right wings and behind him.

At the same time, more foreign soldiers rushed up, and Zhang Chang and his men also climbed to the top of the city wall one after another.

"Small Three Talents Formation, form a formation to guard the opening!"

Liu Jilong did not forget to give orders during the fight. Although Zhang Chang and his men were new recruits, they were still able to form a battle formation based on the training they had received over the past half month despite being in a rush.

They didn't need to look for the enemy deliberately because there were foreign soldiers all around them.

The civilians of various ethnic groups in the city had been driven away by the foreign soldiers, and more than 30 foreign soldiers surrounded Liu Jilong and his men.

After Liu Jilong knocked down two foreign soldiers, another foreign soldier, who cooperated well with him, stabbed him in the face with a spear.

"Be careful, mate!"

A simple and honest man in his forties rushed forward and used his shield to block the spear from the left side for Liu Jilian.

At the same time, Liu Jilong also took a step back, raised his hand, and used one arm to clamp several spears that were stabbing at him, and smashed them with a hammer.

Seizing the opportunity, several foreign soldiers rushed forward and swung iron hammers at his face.

"Be careful, mate!"

Another man in his early thirties also came out with a shield to block for Liu Jilong.

"Jiao Da, Mao Zhong, be careful!"

Two names came to Liu Jilong's mind. They were both inconspicuous figures in the third group.

But on the battlefield, they are the most outstanding comrades.

Without paying attention to anything else, Liu Jilong had just finished giving his orders when two spears stabbed at him from the front.

With quick eyes and hands, he clamped two spears with one arm, and smashed down with the iron hammer with his left arm, breaking the spears while swinging the iron hammer at the cheek of a foreign soldier right in front of him.

The feeling of the hammer hitting his face was numbing, and teeth covered in blood flew out of his mouth. The soldier fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Without bothering to say anything else, Liu Jilong, holding two hammers, attacked left and right under the cover of Jiao Da, Mao Zhong and others.

In just a few breaths, the number of foreign soldiers falling before him was no less than two hands.

Faced with the ferocious Liu Jilian, even though the foreign soldiers besieging him were numerous, they couldn't help feeling frightened.

They had followed Dazalubu to guard Ganzhou for many years. They had encountered tough opponents before, but they had never encountered someone as tough as Liu Jilong.

For a moment, the defense line here was in jeopardy, and it seemed that the credit of being the first to reach the point was within reach.

Zhang Huaishen, who was leading the First Brigade to attack the city gate, saw the situation here and no longer hesitated.

"Brothers from the first brigade, the first squad, cover the rear. The second squad, follow me!"

At his call, the soldiers around who could hear his voice left the battlefield at the city gate and followed him towards the ladders of Liu Jilong and his men.

"Hold them!"

A Tibetan centurion in the camp raised his arm and shouted, and Zhang Huaishen and his men were quickly entangled.

At the same time, Xiaojie'er on the city gate tower also saw Liu Jilong and others who had been unable to be captured.

"A bunch of trash!"

Xiaojie cursed, then rushed towards Liu Jilong with more than a hundred elite soldiers in heavy armor around him.

Liu Jilong saw this scene in the chaos and could only hold his breath and swing his hammer hard to knock down two foreign soldiers wearing chain mail.

"Fangou, come to your grandfather!!"

(End of this chapter)