Datang: What's wrong with my fief being a billion points larger?

Chapter 302: The glory of the Tang people! Bloodstained Pari, fighting to the death!

As soon as he finished speaking, the red cannon, which also used a firing pin to fire, made a roar as the gunner pulled the rope.

A 120mm large-caliber heavy artillery shell landed on Chawarong City, directly destroying the city wall built by the Qiang Man. Some of the Qiang Man were even blown away directly, and the top of the city was filled with flames for a while.

The Qiang barbarians who survived on the city wall were all stunned. They looked at their tribesmen who died tragically around them and the broken city wall that was blown up, their eyes full of horror.

The artillery positions began to load ammunition immediately after a round of firing.

"Load!"

Several people started to work together to clean the barrel of a cannon, holding the shells beside them and putting them in immediately after the barrel was cleaned. Behind the barrel, someone was cleaning the gunpowder chamber, and another person was already holding new gunpowder, putting the gunpowder in immediately after the chamber was cleaned.

After the situation was resolved, everyone retreated to the rear of the cannon. The gunner pulled the rope again, and the shell fell towards Chawarong again.

After three rounds of artillery fire, all the defenders on the top of Chawarong City were in a panic. The survivors opened their eyes wide and looked down in horror, but their bodies kept moving backwards.

At this moment, no one came out to care for those who were squirming backwards, because they were also shocked to the point of being unable to recover, with only fear in their eyes.

Li Yuanji watched everything that happened on the top of the city through a telescope and gave orders immediately.

"Send the order, attack the city!"

The army in the front received the order and immediately rushed towards the city wall, and siege equipment such as siege towers and battering rams moved forward one after another.

On the chariot, musketeers replaced the crossbowmen and stood on top. When the distance was reached, they immediately began to aim and shoot at the defenders on the top of the city.

As the trigger was pulled, the Qiang barbarians on the top of the city fell to the ground.

This scene made the other Qiang barbarians on the city wall extremely terrified. In their eyes, they only heard a sound and someone fell to the ground. They did not see any weapons attacking them. The fear of the unknown shrouded everyone's heart.

The army below had already rushed to the city, and the Qiang barbarians on the top of the city gradually reacted. However, no matter how the leaders gave orders, most of them still did not take any effective action, and some were even still fleeing.

Below the city wall, ladders had already been built. Musketeers were outside the city, relying on the cover of shield soldiers, raising their guns and aiming at the top of the city wall. Anyone who dared to show their head would be greeted by a bullet.

However, even without showing up, the musketeers on the chariot were constantly taking the lives of one person after another.

When the commander-in-chief defending the city saw that Li Yuanji's army had begun to climb up to the top of the city wall, he immediately killed those who were fleeing. The rest of the people had to move forward, but they were also extremely frightened. Every step they took required great courage.

However, even so, some people were still knocked down by the musketeers on the chariot, which immediately made others even more panicked.

As panic spread, some people who couldn't stand the pressure started crying.

The attacking army encountered almost no obstacles and had already climbed to the top of the city wall. They took advantage of the enemy's daze and killed them directly.

Some people never recovered until they died, some surrendered directly, and others kept running backwards, having already thrown away their weapons, just to escape from here.

Li Yuanji looked at everything that was happening on the top of the city wall, and a look of joy gradually appeared on his face. This battle was the first actual combat test of cannons and flintlock rifles, as well as the deterrent power of firearms.

Li Yuanji was very satisfied with what was reflected in these. He was very satisfied with the power of cannons, the actual combat of flintlock rifles, and the fear that people who had never known firearms felt after feeling the power of firearms.

It is not clear how powerful today's firearms are. As for the breach in the top of Chawarong city wall caused by cannon fire, it was simply because the fortified structure could not withstand the bombardment of artillery shells, which led to its collapse.

Chawarong was not originally a small city. With this practical experience, Li Yuanji believed that, at least before these people adapted to firearms and rebuilt the city walls, most of the cities would not be able to withstand the bombardment of such large-caliber heavy artillery.

After a while, Xi Junmai came in front of Li Yuanji.

"Your Majesty, Chawarong has been captured, and no one has escaped!"

Li Yuanji nodded, and then said: "Okay, since we have conquered it so quickly, the army will continue to move forward and prepare to cross the river!"

When Li Yuanji led his army to cross the river, in the south of Lhasa, there was the city of Pari.

At this moment, outside the city of Pari, there were dead bodies everywhere, many of which were even stacked on top of each other. Some blacks were cleaning up the bodies to prevent the outbreak of plague.

Blood was flowing on the ground, and it was obvious that the ground could no longer absorb it. The entire earth was a blood-red color.

The top of the city was also covered with bloodstains, and the ground was wet with blood. Even on a sunny day, the blood had not dried up.

Next to the battlements, there were Han soldiers wearing armor and leaning against the battlements to rest. Many of them were wrapped in white cloth. Some had their hands hanging, while others were still receiving bandages. Everyone was extremely tired.

At this time, some people walked up from the city wall and began to distribute steamed buns, which were no longer warm, and clean water to everyone.

"Boss, we probably can't retreat."

There were two people sitting on the stone steps at the top of the city wall. Both of them were injured, and the one who was speaking had a knife scar on his face.

The other person took a big bite of the steamed bun and swallowed it with water.

"I have not thought about retreating. We retreated from Paro to Zhuomo, and then from Zhuomo to here. I will not retreat.

Now the army is setting up defenses in Naining and Luozha. The longer we hold the enemy here, the more time we have to prepare in the rear, and the higher the chance of successfully holding the position.

We have already lost two cities. We followed the king to Lingnan in the first place, and the king treated us so well. But we have lost two cities here in a row, and have been killed by these foreign races. This is a shame!

Look at these people, their bodies are so dark that they can almost blend into the darkness at night. They are as black as charcoal. Such people cannot be called human beings at all.

In addition to black people, there are some who are incredibly white. Although some of their skin looks similar to ours, their appearance looks weird no matter how you look at it.

However, we can't even defeat these people, so even if we withdraw, how can we face the king?"

This man's name is Zhong Fan. He was originally the captain of the Prince of Qi's palace and now the guard. He arrived when Xie Shufang came to Luosu.

Originally, Zhong Fan led 2,000 troops to garrison in Bodong as the second echelon to guard against the coalition forces of Yangtong and the Western Turks. However, the army of the Harsha Dynasty suddenly broke through Nepal and entered the southern part of Lhasa. They received a military order from Xie Shufang to go to Paro.

Because they arrived in a hurry and had no time to prepare, the army of the Harsha Dynasty came to attack them. They fought three battles with the vanguard of the Harsha Dynasty and finally had to evacuate to Zhumo.

In Paro, Zhong Fan led 2,000 troops to destroy more than 5,000 enemy troops, but due to the extreme disadvantage, he had to withdraw.

After holding out in Zhuomo for ten days, they were finally forced to retreat to Pari.

After arriving in Pari, Xie Shufang's military order arrived, requiring them to hold out for half a month before they could evacuate.

This time, Zhong Fan has led the army to hold out for twenty days, and now only seven hundred of the two thousand people are left.

Up to now, the army of the Harsha Dynasty has not arrived in full, and there are only 50,000 enemy troops here.

The person next to Zhong Fan was named Yu Dingyan, and he was Zhong Fan's deputy general.

"Yes, if I let these people go, I would feel ashamed even if I survive!"

Zhong Fan smiled and took another bite of steamed bun.

"How long will the food in the city last?"

"It's a bit bad. We can only eat for half a month. We came here in a hurry and almost didn't bring any supplies. These are all we can use in the city now."

Zhong Fan finished the steamed bun in his hand, stood up and looked outside the city.

“These beasts are not very powerful, especially the elephants, which are difficult to deal with.

We have been beaten for so long, it's time to teach them a lesson.

While their army hasn't arrived yet, prepare to attack the camp tonight, grab some food, and kill some animals!"

Yu Dingyan also stood up and walked to Zhong Fan.

"Sure, it's a good opportunity to avenge our brothers!
During this period, these beasts have lost at least 20,000 people. We must teach them a lesson tonight!"

At night, Zhong Fan led three hundred people out of the city, and Yu Dingyan stayed in the city with an unwilling and worried look on his face.

Zhong Fan arrived at the front military camp, nodded to the people beside him, and led his army straight out.

"Disperse! Set fire!" Rushing into the camp, Zhong Fan led his men to set fires everywhere. The former military camp of the Harshavardhana Dynasty, which had never expected that Zhong Fan would send troops from the city to attack, was immediately in chaos. Everyone thought that the main force of the Han army had arrived, and began to flee.

Zhong Fan continued to kill one person after another, and finally left with some food and weapons. He burned everything he couldn't take.

Zhong Fan led the group out of the camp and looked at the man who nodded before entering the camp.

"Is it ready?"

"Put it away!"

Zhong Fan had a gloomy face and his eyes were full of madness.

"Alright! This time, even if we die, we will let these 100,000 beasts be buried with us!"

In the Harsha Dynasty camp, Zhong Fan quietly put down several corpses. In this camp, there was no sign of anything unusual.

Zhong Fan's night attack directly forced the army of the Harsha Dynasty to retreat twenty miles, and they did not launch an attack on the city the whole next day.

"Haha, they must have been scared by you, they even retreated twenty miles. They are really a bunch of losers."

Zhong Fan turned his head and glanced at Yu Dingyan, and just stared at him. Yu Dingyan seemed to come back to his senses and immediately lowered his head and kept silent.

Zhong Fan then reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"They are indeed trash."

Yu Dingyan immediately looked up with joy.

"But we can't even beat these rubbish now."

Zhong Fan glanced and left, leaving Yu Dingyan disheveled in the wind.

"Really? Can you blame me for this? If I had 20,000 troops, no, even 10,000, I would be able to wipe out all these 100,000 people.

I was talking about those animals and rubbish, not us, really."

The city of Pari enjoyed a brief period of peace, but two days later, all the troops of the Harsha Dynasty arrived and the city was plunged into a bloody battle again.

"Is he dead? If not, go to the east of the city immediately. The east of the city can't hold on any longer!"

"Stop shouting, I'm going right away!"

There was a bloody battle on the top of Pari City. Zhong Fan led his men to guard the front. Now they had no supplies to defend the city. Almost everything that needed to be demolished in the city had been demolished. Now they could only fight in close combat.

Zhong Fan shouted to Yu Dingyan, and when he saw someone climbing up to the top of the city wall, Zhong Fan rushed over to kill him again.

"These beasts are looking for death!"

Zhong Fan held a machete, swung it with his right hand to kill one person, and kicked out with his right foot, knocking down another person.

Although these people seemed vulnerable in Zhong Fan's eyes, they kept rushing over and it seemed that they could not be killed at all.

The soldiers following Zhong Fan were wielding spears, long lances, and broadswords, but after continuous battles, they could no longer maintain their physical strength. As soon as one of them killed a black man, he was stabbed in the back by a white man with a spear. The armor on his body could no longer protect him.

The soldier turned around, holding the spear in his left hand. When the white man was unable to take it out, he chopped it down with a knife, taking the white man's life. However, his body was pierced by two spears again, and blood continued to flow out. He wanted to swing the knife to chop again, but another spear pierced his chest.

The soldier gritted his teeth and yelled, then chopped down with the big knife in his hand, hitting one man's arm. He looked extremely unwilling and finally fell down slowly.

This scene was constantly played out on the city walls. The already wounded Tang army burst out with extremely strong fighting power at this moment. As long as they were still breathing, they would not stop swinging the weapons in their hands.

The army of the Harsha Dynasty gradually became frightened and kept fleeing to the city. Their attack was once again resisted by the Tang army.

Zhong Fan looked at his comrade lying in a pool of blood. They were fighting side by side just a moment ago, but now they were separated by death.

Zhong Fan showed no sadness, nor any expression. This scene had been happening almost every day during this period of time, and he had become numb.

Zhong Fan walked forward and watched a man in front of him whose right arm was chopped off. He let others bandage it without making any sound, even though his mouth was bitten and bleeding. After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.

Zhong Fan watched this scene and looked up at the sky. His eyes seemed to be blinded by sand.

The scenes before him made him feel desperate and powerless. As the general of these people, he could only watch his former comrades leave like this. His heart was in torment every moment.

Zhong Fan continued to walk forward and sat down in front of him. The blood from his right arm dripped down his fingers onto the ground.

"Boss, we still have 223 people, 138 of them are seriously injured, and the rest are all slightly injured."

Yu Dingyan limped over and sat down next to Zhong Fan. Although his injury was extremely painful, Yu Dingyan seemed to feel nothing.

With every step he took, an extremely clear blood mark appeared under his feet.

Zhong Fan knew very well that the minor injuries Yu Dingyan mentioned were people who were still able to stand up and wield weapons.

"It's our turn now, let's take out that brand new flag and put it up.

Our brothers left before us, and we will go find them next and fight side by side."

When the new flag was put up, everyone came to the flag and looked at it fanatically.

"Your Majesty, I will leave first. I failed to protect this Pari and brought shame to Your Majesty.

But from the bottom of the general down, the two thousand brothers did not bring shame to the Tang people.

I can no longer fight for the king in this life. If there is an afterlife, I and others are willing to die for the king!"

With flags fluttering in the wind, the army of the Harsha Dynasty attacked the city walls again and climbed up to the top of the city walls in an endless stream.

Zhong Fan looked at the people behind him, then turned around and looked resolutely at the enemy troops that were charging towards him.

"Fight to the death! Tang people! Never retreat!"

"kill!"

Zhong Fan rushed forward, swung his sword and killed one man. A spear attacked from the side, but was caught by Yu Dingyan's body.

"Boss, I'll go first!"

Yu Dingyan looked at the enemy with bloodshot eyes.

"kill!"

Yu Dingyan took out the spear that had pierced his body with his left hand, and swung his sword to kill again, killing two more people. However, under siege, five spears pierced his body at the same time. Yu Dingyan ignored them, twisted his body, and slashed the necks of the three people with his sword.

"Haha! Come again!"

Yu Dingyan was bleeding all over and glaring at the enemy. For a while, these people were so scared that they dared not move forward easily. Until a general personally stabbed Yu Dingyan with a knife, Yu Dingyan fell to the ground and the knife in his hand dropped to the ground.

"Yu San!"

Zhong Fan watched Yu Dingyan fall down and continued to hack and kill the surrounding enemy troops.

However, two fists are no match for four hands. Zhong Fan was seriously injured and a spear pierced his chest. However, he smiled coldly and chopped the enemy in front of him with his sword. When he was about to attack again, several spears stabbed at him at the same time. Zhong Fan threw the sword with all his strength and killed one person before falling down unwillingly.

"Your Majesty, I have done my best. Thank you, General. The South has no worries."

Zhong Fan looked at the flag still fluttering in the air and gradually lost his breath.

Since Zhong Fan and Yu Dingyan led their troops into Pari and held out for thirty-nine days, out of the two thousand men they brought with them, not a single one survived.

(End of this chapter)