The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 131 Sorcerer

Xiangwu East City is already in danger.

Since the defenders fell into civil strife under the instigation of the Bin army, the Bin army's offensive has been one wave higher than the other. After the few simple war tools collected on the road were burned, even the saints were too lazy to find firewood for the clamor, and only used the method of ants and moths. The grinning warriors led the captured foreign tribesmen to rush forward, wave after wave.

Civilians captured from the surrounding villages, regardless of gender or ethnicity, stumbled forward crying and shouting, filling up the moat and sleeping in front of the city.

The defenders desperately shot the few remaining arrows, poured boiling water from the cauldron, and threw anything they could throw down. In the frenzied counterattack, the defenseless people were killed in piles and pieces. The wounded men and women who were not dead turned inside, and before they could climb out, kerosene was poured down from the upper floors.
The crowd was unable to move forward due to the raging fire and turned around to retreat. They were met with the long spears of the Bin people who were cursing and stabbing to death rows of men and women who dared to come back.

"Once a person crosses the moat, he can't come back!" Wu Xiong said loudly while chewing a piece of fresh jerky.

He was not kind to these captured foreign men and women.

Maybe he had felt compassion for those skinny old women who looked like his own mother before the war, but now that they were attacking a city, his heart quickly hardened. A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers, and wars will cause death. As long as the unlucky ones are not his family members or relatives, what is there to sympathize with?
When Chang'an was captured, the troops from various towns gathered inside the pass and took turns to go out to forage for grain.
"Hurry up, move faster."

"I kill you!"

"Go!"

Another wave of soldiers came forward, whipping the apathetic men and women.

More people gathered in the back, waiting for their turn to go out and be added to the meat grinder under the pressure of the long spears and rings all around.

The walls of the East City were covered with red dirt and minced meat.

The Bin army soldiers sitting on the ground with guns in their hands just watched and listened to all this with expressionless faces, silently calculating in their hearts how many lives they would need to wear down the defenders to the limit and then launch the final attack.

"Look, look, the Tibetans' stones are about to disappear!" A soldier squinted his eyes, gesticulated and shouted.

"Hahaha, there aren't many arrows left."

"Without the tools to defend the city, I want to see what these barbarians can do to defend it."

"Wu... Fight! Fight! Start a commotion! Is it that hard to kill the town commander and surrender?"

A commotion broke out, and the Bing army stood up one after another. Through the smoke, one could see the enemy troops swarming on the city walls. Unlike the previous chaotic scene where people kept escaping and the defenders sent troops to suppress them, this time the two groups of people were really fighting each other.

"Haha, I was right, someone is rebelling!" A soldier spat out the grass roots in his mouth, slapped his thigh and then clapped his hands excitedly, turned around and shouted to Wu Xiong: "Why don't you give the order to capture the city? I can't wait any longer! I'm going to go up and capture that son of a bitch, Migazu, alive!"

"Why are you so anxious!" Wu Xiong threw away the jerky, rolled up his two bloody claws into tubes and held them over his eyes, looking up at the city wall.

……

Ye Shi Changming climbed the city gate.

He took advantage of the situation and stabbed Du Ran Datong's back from behind.

Wow, this dramatic turn of events left the chaotic Tibetan warriors dumbfounded.

"Who is rebelling..." Looking at the sharp knife that pierced his intestines, Du Datong immediately understood what had happened. The great Weizhou Jieer Qianhu official spurted blood and turned his head stiffly, wanting to see who was causing the rebellion.

Ye Shi Changming pulled out a dagger and cut off the greasy braid, then grabbed his shoulders with both hands and said calmly: "I want to be a Tang Dynasty man, and the Ye Shi tribe has abandoned the dark and joined the light. From now on, from Jincheng and Niaoshu Mountain in the west to Fuqiang City in the east, it is the territory of the imperial court."

Du Er Datong nodded, stretched out his shaking hands to hold the blade that kept stirring in his stomach, and shouted intermittently: "I am Emo, I can also Shun... Shun Tang, it hurts..."

Ye Shi Changming did not give him a chance. He held him in his arms, put the dagger against his throat and pulled it left and right. In a few seconds, the good man's head was sawed off.

The Dangxiang of the Yesi tribe and Umo, a subordinate of Dudian Datong, immediately drew their swords and were ready to start a fight if they disagreed.

"Everyone!" Ye Shi Changming slashed the leather drum with the back of his knife and shouted loudly in Tibetan.

Everyone looked over.

Ye Shi Changming glanced around fiercely and spoke passionately: "The Tang army is strong and vast. If we go out, we will surely fail. Moreover, the Tang army has built a dam in Diaohe Valley to divert the Wei River to flood the city. Anyone who is not a fool should know that defending is also a dead end. Mi Jiazu is ambitious and wants to resist to the end. If we follow him, Tuyuhun, Gaochang, and Turks are waiting for us on the road to the underworld. Do you want to accompany your wives and children to Mi Jiazu? Besides, since the Zamp has been doing perverse things, three-tenths of people with weak muscles and bones have been used to support seven-tenths of monks who stretch their hands and open their mouths, and the blood and fat of the world have been used to support those bald monks. This river and Wei are not only Ye Shi's tribe, but everyone is suffering. Why not open the door to welcome the saint?"

The soldiers and slaves looked at each other. Whether it was the Zamp, the monks or the Tang Sheng, the people riding on their heads would be enslaved. Most of them were used to being conquered, but there were still a few who were not smart. Ye Shi Changming said nothing more and waved his hand: "Grab the door!"

Below the city, Wu Xiong, who had been keeping a close eye on what was happening upstairs, didn't need anyone to remind him. He glanced at it like lightning and immediately raised his head and shouted, "Take the city!"

"Capture the city!" The Bin army shouted loudly, and Deng Xia in front of Wu Xiong picked up a strong bow and shot it at full strength. The armor-piercing arrow flew up like a stream of silk, and went straight into the eye socket of a centurion on the top of the city. Before the defenders noticed, the centurion had already shed drops of blood in the air, and fell headfirst to the ground with his feet up!

"Take the city!!!" Thousands of assassins carried simple ladders, roared and rushed towards the wall, and began to fight like ants: "Kill, kill, kill!" They were all a group of desperate criminals. As long as they were willing to fight, the fighting power of these thieves was still very scary.

There were densely packed "beasts" below the city, and chaos on the city walls.

In the chaos, several pots of boiling dung were overturned, accompanied by the sizzling sound of boiling oil. Many Bin people screamed in pain after their faces were covered with the yellow and white stuff. Then the smell of burnt human flesh rose up.

Wu Xiong, who was walking in the group, saw this and his face turned pale: "Pass my order, the first one to reach the top will be rewarded with 100 pieces of silk and promoted to the military commander of the capital."

Before he could finish his words, he was pushed aside by a group of soldiers carrying a gate spike: "A good dog shouldn't block the road! Can't you see we are busy?"

Wu Xiong was so angry that he was fuming. These bastards deserve to be punished by the saint.

The soldiers rubbed their hands together, holding the backs of their swords in their mouths, and climbed desperately towards the top of the city wall.

Who wants your little reward for being the first to arrive?

As long as we capture the city, we can just steal a few valuable gold and silver wares, Buddhist scriptures, Persian masks, and bronze statues of Sakyamuni from the Tibetans, and abduct a few red-faced Tibetan women or Western Hu girls. When we're done, we can take them to Chang'an and sell them. How much money can we make?
Seeing the Bing man climbing up screaming, everyone on the upper floors was stunned.

Aren't you afraid of death?
"Here they come!" someone shouted.

A group of yamen soldiers climbed over the parapet with ladders, and immediately started killing people in all directions, howling.

"You like to rob in my Bingzhou? Yay! I'll take care of you, you bastard, today!"

"Where is the queen of the Donkey Zanpu!!"

"You bastards, I'm going to stab these stinking Westerners to death!"

"kill!"

……

There was blood everywhere in Xiangwu City. As the East City collapsed, Cui Gong, who was attacking the watchtowers and Shibao City in the north, also launched a new round of attacks. More and more defeated people fled the battlefield.

"Dangxiang bandits, capricious Dangxiang bandits!" Migazu cursed Ye Shi and his tribe over and over again. If it weren't for the beast Ye Shi Changming who learned from the Tang people and instigated a mutiny in the middle of the war...what he should be considering now is how to kill Tian Khan, instead of robbing Peter to pay Paul and putting out fires everywhere to quell the rebellion.

After a fierce scolding, Migazu leaned on the pillar to calm down, and suddenly jumped up again, as if there was a red-hot iron plate under his feet. His eyes lost focus and seemed to be caught in some extreme mental state: "Quick... send flying bird messengers to Hezhou, Shancheng, Jincheng, and Shen Ce Army City for help. The lips and teeth are cold, they will not..."

"Jie'er, we can't fight anymore, let's run!" The subordinates shouted with sad faces, not obeying the order.

This made Migazu stunned. After a while, he nodded and said, "Well, let's ask the sorcerer first..."

According to Tibetan customs, most battles were accompanied by a sorcerer who participated in planning and predicting good and bad luck. Long-term inertia led the Tibetans to be very superstitious about this. In fact, the reason why Migazu dared to fight to the end was that the sorcerer told him that the Tang Dynasty was in danger and was just a facade.

Soon, three young sorcerers, one man and two women, dressed in gorgeous red clothes hurried over.

The generals looked at them pleadingly.

Ashina Laimei took out the props, made a quick divination, and decisively concluded: the Heavenly Khan is invincible, so it is not advisable to fight.

Bai Yuerong observed the sky and fiddled with the Sese bracelet. Zhu Yan's expression was heavy: "Weizhou has lost the protection of the Buddha and the gods. Unless there is a son of Buddha to succeed the throne, mortals alone cannot defeat the emperor of the Tang Dynasty."

Miga stomped his feet and looked at Hedouling Wuga again, expecting the great will of the fairy Masojem. However, Wuga rolled the dice cup nine times in a row, opened the lid and saw that it was sixteen points, a sign of great bad luck!
"The Jokhang Dharma Protector Queen, the Goddess of Good Fortune, does not agree to go against the Tang people..." Hedouling Uga sighed.

　It's been a long time since we last met, I miss you so much. But! Why do people always spread rumors that I've become a eunuch? I heard that you guys told everyone that I'm dead?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)