burning black smoke
broken city wall
Scars left by swords, guns, swords and halberds
As well as the enemy corpses piled up like hills under the city wall, carrion-eating crows were hovering in the sky. They smelled the smell of death and were waiting for the opportunity to eat.
The originally clear stream outside the city became turbid, and occasionally there were streaks of red water drifting with the current.
These scenes all declare the cruelty of war
After three consecutive days of fierce attacks, the city of Datang was as solid as a rock, and the will of the lion of Datang was as strong as steel.
Not to mention occupying the top of the city, it was rare for them to be able to climb up and stay for a while.
The strong armor, sharp swords, sharp arrows, and the non-stop heavy crossbows made these tribes feel the power of the Tang Dynasty.
Outside the city, in the camp where the tribes gathered, the leaders of each tribe sat together with embarrassed expressions. There were a few people missing among them, and some strong-blooded leaders led their troops to attack the city, but they were shot into honeycombs by Datang's arrows. Or maybe he climbed to the top of the city and was beheaded by a sharp horizontal knife.
"Failed"
"How can we explain to the family members when we go back in this situation?"
"God, save us"
"I regret so much that I participated in this battle."
"You want to go against God's will?"
Blackhead, who was scolded, stood up angrily, his eyes seemed to burst out, and shouted angrily, "Most of the people I brought here are dead. I violated God's will, and you told me, where is God?" What about God’s blessing and God’s punishment? Look at the corpses of our people from the Vulcan lineage outside, they have piled up into a mountain.”
Black Tou's words are all true. They are all members of their tribe outside, and they believe in the lineage of the God of Fire. In this mountain, there are also tribes that believe in water gods, snake gods, leopard gods, and earth gods. There are wars and conquests between them, but the Vulcan tribe is the most powerful here. Now that his vitality has been damaged in the war with the Tang Dynasty, the fighting within the mountainous area in the future may have to pay a greater price.
Da da da
Slow footsteps accompanied by the sound of wooden sticks came from far to near. The man known as the messenger of the God of Fire walked in, and his sharp eyes scanned around. There was a look of contempt on his face. "You guys have never boasted about how powerful you are. Why can't you even defeat a small alien city now? You have to know that that city was where our ancestors lived before." This place is occupied by outsiders. Now the God of Fire, the God of Water, the God of Snake and other gods are fighting against those pagans, but you are unable to carry out the will of the gods. You are useless..."
When the old man scolded him, the saliva from his mouth flew out involuntarily. The leader of the nearest tribe just felt nauseated, but he didn't dare to wipe it off and could only endure it silently.
They are a tribe that believes in the god of fire. This old man is the messenger of the god, a sacrifice, and an existence that cannot be desecrated.
Perhaps because he was thirsty for scolding, the old man stopped talking for a moment and stared at the people present with his eyes. Even if you have blackheads, you just lay your head down and accept it all silently. He was angry inside, but he also knew that he couldn't fight them.
Beliefs are instilled in them from the moment they are born, and they are powerless if they want to resist. There are many times in the history of the tribe that no one has tried. As a result, in the end, they find that they have become a lonely alternative.
The warrior who wanted to destroy the dragon ended up becoming a sad joke. The evil dragon became a god who protects people, continuing to promote his ideas and fool all living beings.
"Then, Lord God Envoy, what should we do next?"
The old man closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and said to the leaders of these tribes with a hint of helplessness, "Retreat, return to the mountains, recuperate, and prepare for the next battle."
Forehead?
This kind of anticlimactic words made the leaders present express confusion. Why did they look so impassioned just now, as if they were going to use all their strength to chew down the city, and then they suddenly turned into running away?
What's the unknown behind this?
Has their god fallen?
impossible?
After all, God is God, how could he fall?
Knowing that his words were a bit anticlimactic, the old man continued to speak to them in his own unique tone, "The people from the Snake God Tribe and Water God Tribe have evacuated. They failed and implicated us."
This seems to make sense at first glance. If you taste it carefully, you will find that there is some terrifying information hidden in it.
The big tribes in their mountains all came out to attack the city of Tang Dynasty, and they were all defeated.
(o__)??
It's scary. Is Datang really that powerful?
When it was time to leave, everyone stopped thinking about it and ordered the logistics personnel to quickly sweep the battlefield. Tap the wounded lightly and take away everything you can. Although these people are injured and disabled, as long as they have hands and feet, they will be an indispensable labor force in the future.
First, some surviving personnel were dispatched to inform the tribesmen in the mountains to be prepared, and the remaining personnel began to evacuate one after another.
In order to prevent Datang's pursuit, they still left some people behind and continued to Pan Heng near the camp to create the illusion that they were still going to attack.
There are many trees in the south, and the trees used to build the camp were cut down on site and discarded directly. Those who cannot take away the seriously wounded can only abandon them here, and some are unwilling to give up their relatives. These people carried them carefully, followed the large army, and left the Shura field step by step.
The mountain road is difficult to walk, and you have to cross some rope bridges and mountain ditches on the way, and there are also leeches and venomous snakes and venomous insects that are everywhere. Fortunately, they all carried herbal medicine to repel snakes. Except for a few unlucky guys, most of them were safe along the way.
The dense woodland and humid miasma restricted their development and protected them from being completely conquered by the Chinese dynasty in the Central Plains for thousands of years.
The defeat caused the atmosphere in the team to become a lot duller. Apart from the groans of the wounded, few people in the team spoke for a long time. After the excitement, they gradually calmed down, and some people began to think about what the fight was for?
For land?
They didn't knock down an inch.
For food?
They didn't grab a single one.
For money?
No city was entered, and no one gave them a commission.
For faith?
Oh, yes, for faith.
Looking at his injured relatives groaning and thinking about his dead brothers, is this battle worth it?
Perhaps only the leaders and gods of the tribe know about this.
There is a canyon on the way back for the Vulcan tribe. There are cliffs on both sides of the canyon. This is the first and most important level for their tribe.
When they arrived at the mouth of the canyon, they saw a red figure approaching them from a distance.
To be continued
