People in the early Tang Dynasty: I compete with Wu Zhao for the throne

Chapter 1260 Cold and orderly massacre
Above the city gate, under the black banner.

Li Xuan sat on the short couch, looking calmly at the Nagqu River filled with human heads, with a half-smile on his face.

In the frightened and tense atmosphere, the ropes under the water were finally cut off one by one, and countless soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

By this time, the others had already started to move forward, but the knives in their hands kept stirring.

Completely cut off the rope under the water.

Li Xuan raised his right hand and swung it forward slightly. The next moment, soldiers one mile away on the left and right sides of the city wall opened their bows and drew arrows at the same time.

In an instant, countless feather arrows were shot out at the same time, landing on the river with great accuracy.

In an instant, many soldiers who bent down to cut the ropes felt a pain on their backs. In an instant, long arrows had penetrated their hearts.

Blood flowers floated on the river, and then the corpse directly smashed through the blood flowers, and then slowly floated forward.

Zan Xiruo stared at the city head tightly.

It is difficult to move forward in the water itself, not to mention that there are trip wires inside, and the trip wires need to be cut.

Due to various delays, it was more difficult for the soldiers to move forward.

At this time, the arrows shot from top to bottom of the city wall were more powerful and, rarely, more accurate.

Or to be more precise, these archers, as well as catapults and crossbowmen, their shooting angles are all predetermined and estimated.

As long as anyone enters this range, he will immediately be within the coverage of the belemnite. For the rest, as long as you continue to move forward, there will be a moment when you are attacked.

Zan Xiruo's eyes were solemn and his breathing was deep.

This is Li Xuan's method.

Use dense and endless means to delay your progress in every possible way, and then use catapults, far-reaching crossbows, and long arrows to harvest quickly, firmly and accurately.

Unknowingly, the three thousand Tubo soldiers had already lost thousands of their lives and wounded. What is surprising is that the Tang army's crossbow consumption was not large.

But this is not the most terrifying thing. In Zan Xiruo's eyes, the depth of the Nagqu River ahead proves another thing.

The King of Nanchang of the Tang Dynasty was storing water again.

The soldiers waded directly across the long river. The long river only reached the neck, and the speed of the water was not very fast.

Although the river is wide, there is not much water in it.

It's cold in September, but it's not a dry season, not to mention that there were several consecutive heavy rains just a while ago, and Li Xuan specially saved the water flow for a whole summer.

This water flow is enough to make up for the water loss in Cuona Lake.

So in today's Cona Lake, someone must be intercepting water.

Once Zan Xiruo's army fully attacks the city, they will immediately open the dam and release water. Zan Xiruo's 50,000 people may not be able to survive in the end.

He has not forgotten that Li Xuan also has a naval army in Cuona Lake.

"Send the order, the left and right front troops step up their offensive." Zan Xuruo said one word and immediately pushed the 6,000 men of the front army into the abyss again, but he didn't pay attention.

The surrounding generals were all closely watching Tang Jun's response, and they had already included themselves in it.

If it were his own men, would they be able to successfully survive such a cold and orderly massacre?

Massacre is massacre.

Trebuchets, far-reaching crossbows, feather arrows, traps, almost every one of them was used to slaughter nearly half a hundred Tibetan soldiers.

In just this quarter of an hour, thousands of people had died under the city before they knew it.

But strangely, it reveals an atmosphere that is not very impatient. There are still opportunities that can be seen in many places, allowing you to continue moving forward. However, every step forward, there are countless traps and countless traps. The best means of massacre are waiting for you.

Zan Xiruo raised his head and looked at the black banner above his head. He saw the city in front of him, Cona Lake to the west, as well as the cavalry in several cities to the east, and the navy who were ready to go...

It is densely packed, as if a fishing net covered with countless barbs is waiting for you to pounce directly.

Li Xuan sat coldly behind the fishing net. With a slight tug, your whole body was immediately covered in blood and bruises.

……

With a "swish" sound, a long arrow shot from behind, instantly piercing the chest of a Tibetan soldier who was about to turn around in fright.

Blood exploded onto the faces of other nearby comrades, and their faces were full of horror.

"Keep moving forward. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed." A shout came from behind.

The others turned around subconsciously and saw a red law enforcement soldier riding past from behind the formation, holding a strong bow in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on everyone in front of the formation, as if anyone who dared to look back would be shot to death with an arrow.

And behind the entire left and right front army, hundreds of law enforcement members holding powerful bows were staring at everyone, forcing them to move forward, forward, and forward again.

Blood covered the water. No matter who was going forward in this environment, they would have to face this disgusting scene.

From time to time, they would lower their heads to clean the stumbling ropes under the water, but as more and more corpses appeared around them, the water became more and more turbid.

The bows and arrows above their heads were firing in an orderly and cold manner. For a moment, they didn't know how many people died in this bloody waterway.

Finally, someone gritted his teeth and rushed directly across the five-foot-wide Nagqu River. Fortunately, he did not step on any stumbling ropes or be hit by any arrows overhead.

Although he was wet all over, he gritted his teeth and climbed onto the river bank. The extremely heavy leather armor and collar all over his body felt heavy and cold the moment he came out of the water.

At this moment, he heard a "pop", and the next moment, he "fell" directly.

The people behind could see more clearly, and they saw that the man in front was about to climb up the river bank. Suddenly, the entire river bank collapsed, and the man fell completely.

With a "pop" sound, a severed stick was stabbed directly from the water, and then stabbed into his chest fiercely.

Blood immediately flowed out.

People are dead.

When the people behind saw this scene, their expressions changed and their whole bodies became cold.

It was not just one or two people who were shivering all over. There were countless people on and off the entire city wall, all looking at the man in black clothes and armor under the black banner at the top of the city. It was as if an endless chill came from his body and enveloped everyone present.

Full of terror and cruelty.

"Continue!" A cold shout came from behind, directly interrupting everyone's confusion.

Zan Xiruo took a step forward with an indifferent look and shouted in a cold voice: "The front troops on the left and right, charge forward."

Countless people couldn't help but shudder.

The commanders of the Tang and Tubo armies were all cold and ruthless iron-blooded monsters.

One is calculating like a god, and the other is exploring the path with his life.

The entire battlefield, across the north and south, with nearly 100,000 lives in the hands of these two people.

……

Finally, driven by cold-blooded law enforcement teams, more than 4,000 Tibetan soldiers were driven down the Naqu River one after another.

For a time, even the water surface was three feet higher.

But the arrows from the top of the city were falling like rain, and even hundreds of archers were mobilized from all directions.

Even if each person had ten arrows, it would still be enough to kill most of the Tibetan soldiers in the water.

Finally, someone overcame many obstacles, stepped on the corpse, and landed on the shore. When he finally stood firm, at this moment, the catapult and Fuyuan Crossbow stopped moving at the same time.

The soldiers on both sides grabbed their crossbows in an instant.

In an instant, infinite despair surged into my heart...

Zan Xiruo calmly watched all the Tibetan soldiers in the Nagqu River die, then turned to look to the side and said directly: "Send an order to send five thousand cavalry to Cona Lake and destroy the Jidi."

"Yes!" The general beside him didn't hesitate at all. He immediately got up and turned around, heading straight towards Cuona Lake.

The generals around him were respectful and solemn.

They all knew that if they did not destroy the embankment upstream, even if they destroyed the mechanism in front of the military formation, they would eventually be defeated by the flood.

"Come here, come forward and deliver the message." Zan Xiruo raised his right hand slightly, and an arrow with a secret message was placed next to him.

The generals around were slightly stunned. The agencies in front were so dense, and you still had to ask people to send messages forward.

At this moment, a guard stepped forward, took off the long arrow with both hands, then got on his horse and slowly walked towards the city gate in front.

……

On top of the city, Li Xuan watched this scene calmly.

Even though thousands of cavalry were heading towards Cuona Lake, he didn't care at all. But when someone came forward with a secret arrow, Li Xuan sneered softly: "The greetings are over, and now we finally start. It’s dinner, everyone, cheer up.”

Wang Dezhen glanced at Li Xuan with some confusion, and then looked at Xiao Siye.

Xiao Siye frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in his expression, as if he understood something, but he didn't fully understand it.

"Commander, those six thousand people just now were Zan Xiruo greeting us?" Xiao Siye said one sentence, and everyone around him suddenly looked awe-inspiring.

Li Xuan nodded and said: "Of course, use six thousand new soldiers to test our arrangement, and at the same time use iron-blooded tactics to scare the remaining soldiers into submission. This is what Zan Xiruo said to us."

Everyone subconsciously looked at the white lion and elephant flag in the distance, as if there was another Lun Qin Mausoleum there.

But in fact, standing there was Lun Qinling's brother, the former prime minister, former deputy prime minister and current prime minister of Tubo. He had fought with Pei Xingjian several times, and even delayed him to the end of the Western Turks. Two years' time.

This man's skills were completely displayed in front of everyone. No one dared to underestimate this brother of Lun Qinling.

Everyone's eyes fell on the bodyguard of Zan Xiruo on the Central Chi Road.

He rode on horseback and moved forward slowly, heading straight for the city gate.

The strange thing is that he didn't encounter any obstacles on this road.

Or to put it more directly, there are no traps at all on the road leading directly to the city gate.

At this moment, Zan Xiruo raised his head and looked at Li Xuan, and Li Xuan also looked up at Zan Xiruo.

The two people looked at each other from a distance of three miles, their eyes full of cold murderous intent.

Li Xuan's expression was terrifyingly calm, and Zan Xiruo also had a look of indifference...

With a "swish" sound, a long arrow appeared in the sight of the two people.

Surprisingly, it was the guard who directly drew the bow and nocked the arrow. In an instant, the straight arrow was shot directly towards Li Xuan's eyebrows.

This turned out to be a marksman.

At this moment, a cold sword flashed in front of Li Xuan, and the long arrow that was shot was instantly broken into two pieces.

The light of the sword turned into soft tissue in an instant, and the arrow that was chopped off instantly fell into the chain of light.

The light of the sword stopped, and a Thousand Ox Sword fell in front of Li Xuan, but the blade was facing outward and the back of the knife was facing Li Xuan.

The arrow stopped directly on the blade.

Li Xuan reached out to take off the arrow, and Zhou Qian on the side had already retracted the long knife.

Li Xuan took off the secret letter, scanned it briefly, and then said calmly: "The Prime Minister of Tubo State praises you, please see the former Prime Minister of Tibet to discuss the Qinling Mausoleum, and ask for the permission of His Highness the King of Nanchang. Tubo is willing to offer 10,000 Tang people." Slaves are given as gifts, so I hope that Qinling will return, and Tubo is willing to offer ten thousand catties of gold, ten thousand catties of silver, and ten thousand catties of jewels in exchange for redemption."

The breathing of the surrounding generals suddenly became heavy.

Just to meet Helun Qinling, Tubo was willing to pay 10,000 Tang slaves as a meeting gift.

If Li Xuan is willing to let Lun Qinling return, they are willing to pay tens of thousands of gold, silver, and jewels to redeem Lun Qinling.

For a time, all the complicated eyes on the city fell on Li Xuan.

(End of this chapter)