Chang Siguo flew like flying, landed in front of Liu Zhirou, who was protected by everyone, and called out, "Brother Liu."
The guards dispersed to both sides in silence, their eyes under the masks looking at Mr. Chang who had revealed the Beirong people's conspiracy in advance, showing admiration.
Liu Zhirou's face was stiff, she looked away from her gaze, looked at Chang Siguo, showed a bitter and forced smile, and said without thinking, "I was prepared against all odds, but I still got tricked by those bastard thieves."
Knocking the horse's belly again, he turned the horse's head and said, "Let's go uphill. We'll save as many as we can."
Seeing that Chang Siguo came back safe and sound, he became emboldened.
Chang Siguo held down the war horse and said in a deep voice, "Brother Liu, be careful that the other party has subsequent plots. When will our reinforcements arrive?"
In his ears, he heard people roaring and horses neighing on Bailangpo. There was a lot of chaotic movement. Chang Siguo ordered the heavily armored cavalrymen, "You protect Mr. Liu, I will go up and take a look." He took the captured unsheathed horse. The sword was stuck in the snow, turned around and jumped towards the earth wall.
"yes"
The guards once again surrounded Liu Zhirou.
The top of the slope is now a dangerous place, and they have the heavy responsibility of protection. Of course, they are not willing to listen to Liu Zhirou's yelling to go up the slope.
Chang Siguo fell to the slope and looked around.
With the round stone tower as the center, the ground in a ring of tens of feet collapsed in sections, tilting and overturning in different directions, sliding all the soldiers, war horses, corpses and broken tents and debris on the ground to the ground. In a pit five feet deep.
From time to time, mud and rocks collapsed, burying soldiers and horses who had fallen into the pit alive.
The burning haystack overturned and spread into two large pieces, forming thick smoke that flowed between the pits.
All kinds of screams and screams came from all over the pit, which was extremely tragic.
The 1,500 border soldiers experienced fighting with the Bailangpo guards and plots against underground collapse traps. Only 4 to 500 people survived, and many of them were injured. However, they were also frightened by such a turn of events, and all of them were in shock.
The war horses were frightened and jumped down the slope. Many soldiers fell down, and there was chaos everywhere.
The three captains, led by four cultivators, abandoned their horses and fled in time, with disgraced faces. At this time, they returned to the dusty and smoke-filled slopes and shouted, asking the soldiers to assemble in groups on the south slope and warn the Beirong elders. The weak took the opportunity to besiege.
Seeing Chang Siguo appear, several people rushed forward to greet him and asked, "How is Mr. Liu?"
If the commanding general is damaged on the battlefield, all of them will be severely punished when they return.
In severe cases, they may even behead a few of them to enforce military discipline.
Chang Si passed by and pointed down the south slope and said, "Mr. Liu is fine."
Several people breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the round tower standing in the middle of the pit. Someone on the stone tower opened a window about a foot large and was gloating outside to watch the fun. The captains looked at the pit where the wind was filled with screams. They felt dizzy. How to save people?
How to attack a solid stone tower separated by such a long distance?
"No, we can't just take advantage of the thieves hidden in the stone tower. We must make them pay the price."
The cultivator with a bad temper said fiercely.
A great achievement was achieved before his eyes, but at the last moment, he was almost overturned by others.
If Chang Siguo hadn't called out in time, it would have been a tragedy by the time they surrounded the stone tower and attacked.
In a circular area of more than thirty to forty feet, two thousand more cavalry could be buried. It was really dangerous.
"Lao Wan, don't cause trouble. Let's go back and listen to Mr. Liu's arrangements."
Someone stopped the irritable cultivator from talking too much.
"What kind of plan can that pretty boy have? He lied to me about the reinforcements. We have fought for our lives at the end of the battle, and damn, there are no reinforcements. I have to ask him later what he means by playing tricks on my brothers."
"Old Wan, what the hell do you do to shut up Mr. Liu? And you are a warrior who can say nothing?"
Several people hurriedly stepped forward and pushed the grumpy Lao Wan away to stop him from telling the truth, lest disaster come out of his mouth.
I didn't see that there was such a big and loyal guard with a white face standing next to me.
They were all holding back their anger and had something to worry about, but they could wait until they returned to the city to report it to their superiors.
Chang Siguo observed the stone tower carefully and did not comment on the arguments and complaints of several people.
After making it like this, they are not allowed to vent their anger by scolding the pretty boy a few times.
Instead of scolding him for being such a bad guy, he suggested in a low voice, "Find a few fire bottles and tie them to the arrows. When the thieves in the tower are getting carried away, I can try to shoot the fire bottles into the tower through the stone window and burn them." A surprise.”
From a distance of more than thirty to forty feet, I wanted to hold the bottle of fire and throw it into a window about a foot in size, but it was difficult to get the accuracy right.
Once the enemy is alerted and the other party is on guard, and the temporarily opened small window is blocked with thick boards or stones, there is really nothing you can do.
The first thing he thought of was to tie an arrow to a fire bottle and shoot it through the small window.
Even though he was tied with heavy objects, he still had confidence in his archery. He couldn't watch the remaining enemy soldiers in the stone tower act arrogantly before his eyes, bending their bows and shooting arrows to kill the wounded soldiers struggling in the pit.
The grumpy cultivator was stunned for a moment, looked at Chang Siguo, gave him a thumbs up, and shouted, "Okay, brother, you can try this method. It's much more reliable than that pretty boy."
He immediately jumped down the western slope.
Every soldier in the attacking team had two fire bottles tied around his waist with leather ropes. The previous battle was fierce, and the two sides were fighting together, so the fire bottles were rarely used.
Another cultivator ran after him, worried that one person would not be able to get several fire bottles.
Now is the time to rush, the more fire bottles you can get, the better.
Earlier, they all saw Chang Siguo leading more than 20 cavalry to protect Mr. Liu, going up and down the slope twice, piling up Beirong people's hay and burning them with fire bottles, which greatly boosted the morale of the resisting Beirong men. If they fall, they can win easily.
"Okay, burn those bastards and thieves to death"
"Hush, be quiet"
Captain Che was so excited that he couldn't help but speak when he was stopped by another captain named Hanako who was covered in mud and had lost his helmet. Although they were dozens of feet away from the stone tower in the middle, they had to guard against being caught. The opponent's body refiner seemed to have leaked the news.
Soon, two cultivators jumped up the slope one after another, and they got ten fire bottles.
Seeing Chang Siguo pull out a special fine copper arrow, turn his back and tie the fire bottle with a cloth strip. Seeing that it was very top-heavy and cumbersome, a short-bearded and stocky cultivator whispered, "Brother Chang, use the arrow to tie the fire bottle in front of the window." Shoot away the guy in the way. From a distance of thirty to forty feet, Qi's throw is pretty accurate. Maybe we can cooperate."
"Oh, so much better."
Chang thought about following the good deeds and immediately removed the fire bottle from the fine copper arrow.
This was not the time to be polite, and there was only one chance. He didn't want to waste the opportunity by missing the shot. The two discussed in a low voice, and then several people pretended to search and rescue their brothers in the pit below, argued loudly, and approached the edge of the pit.
Several hunting bows poked out of the small window of the stone tower, and their arrows were pointed at the people who were obviously the leaders, but they were not fired.
When they got close, the three cultivators who were making a fuss in front stepped aside.
Chang thought about the arrows passing by like a volley of arrows, and counted the arrows with a "swish", clearing the Beirong soldiers behind the four small windows.
Then the cultivator surnamed Qi took several lit fire bottles from Captain Che and smashed them one after another with good accuracy, only one hit missed by half a foot.
In an instant, thick smoke billowed from the upper and lower floors of the stone tower, and flames came out blazingly, merging with the kerosene splashing on the outer wall.
There were violent coughs, screams and loud curses, and it was a chaotic mess.
Eight fire bottles were smashed in at once. Someone in the stone tower tried their best to block the window with stones from the side. The stocky Qi Quan gave up and said with a smile, "Let's move in two directions and guard. We won't give them a chance to breathe. They dare to open." If you open the window, smash the fire bottle in. If you can't roast them to death, you will suffocate them to death."
"Haha, this is a good method. I finally got rid of my bad breath. I'm happy."
"No matter how hard the stone shell is, how can those bastards be cooked from the inside so that they have no place to run away."
"I'll go down the slope to look for a few more fire bottles. You guys go first."
Before they could take a few steps apart, someone in the stone tower screamed and desperately broke open the stone blocking the window on the side. He was on fire, climbed through the window and jumped into the pit below.
In just a few moments, the high temperature and thick smoke in the stone tower caused most of the guards to lose their minds.
"I couldn't bear it, so it was half-cooked and not tasty enough."
Qi Quan told a cold joke and rushed to the side. He threw the remaining two unlit fire bottles into the open window, adding fuel to the fire in the stone tower. The screams inside became even louder. Soon someone started using fire bottles. The stone blocked the opening again.
In the dark night, the stone tower burned like a poorly sealed brick cellar.
Countless firelights and smoke came out along the cracks.
The snow on the top of the tower turned into steaming moisture, which hovered above and was quickly blown away by the cold wind.
Chang Siguo was walking north when he suddenly listened attentively. After a few breaths, he shouted, "There is a large group of cavalry coming from the northwest." Although his ears were filled with all kinds of noisy screams, he still heard some Different movement.
Lieutenant Che, who was beside him, paused and turned to run south, shouting, "It's the enemy's reinforcements. We have to reorganize our soldiers. We have to ask Mr. Liu to make up his mind whether to fight or leave."
He did not believe that the warning fireworks previously released could attract reinforcements belonging to his side from the northwest.
The other two cultivators followed closely. They could not care whether the soldiers who fell into the pit were dead or alive.
Chang Siguo could already feel a slight vibration on the ground under his feet, and was about to turn around when he caught a glimpse of a large stone being poked open in the foundation below the stone tower. A thick smoke came out, followed by two Beirong cultivators wearing big coats, coming from He leaned out of the hole, jumped into the pit below, stepped on the protruding mud blocks under his feet, and quickly fled to the north.
Chang Siguo shot two arrows in succession, but they were dodged by the leaping Beirong cultivator.
"You bastard, I'm going to kill them to avenge my brothers. You leave first. I'll be back later."
The grumpy cultivator said a few words, turned back along the overhanging slope, and circled to the north to catch up.
A landslide buried countless brothers, and he hated the two Beirong cultivators in the stone tower.
Qi Quan behind him was so anxious that he shouted, "Old Wan, don't chase these poor bandits back!"
He wanted to yell at his pig teammates for not caring about the overall situation. The ground was already shaking obviously. There were no less than a thousand cavalrymen coming. They had to return to the team quickly to do serious business.
If you bet against your own morale in a war, you will end up losing a lot for a small amount of money. ,,,
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