"ignition!"
Following an order, the pointed wooden stakes and bamboo sticks splashed with grease began to burn, and the rising fire tore the night apart instantly. He Bayong could hear the shouts on the top of the city, and with a sharp sound Shouting, he heard the sound of arrows cutting through the air, instinctively shrank his neck, and then heard a scream from behind him.
"Long card, stand up the long card, and the archers come forward!"
As the Tang army's arrows flew up to the city, the accuracy of the arrows on the city soon became ridiculous. Since the officers couldn't see clearly who was working hard and who was not working hard in the dark, why risk being shot? It's dangerous. Why don't you lean out and shoot arrows at the city? Of course, the archers of the Tang Army did not hit any targets, but at least they consumed the defenders' arrows and physical strength, covering their own side and clearing obstacles, which can be regarded as achieving their intended purpose.
Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a piece of white fish belly appeared on the horizon. He Bayong could already make out the outline of the female wall at the top of the city. The sharp wooden piles in front of the ditch had been burned open and were more than twenty paces wide. He took a deep breath and was about to order his soldiers to fill the gap when he suddenly heard a scream.
"Bed crossbow!"
With a muffled sound, an iron spear was seen piercing the long card and a Tang soldier behind it, nailing them to the ground. The other man escaped from behind the long card like a frightened rabbit, and was immediately captured by the city. Several crossbow bolts shot down his head.
"This idiot!" He Bayong stopped and cursed. He walked to the Tang soldier, drew his sword, took off the head, raised it above his head and shouted: "Those who run away from battle will be beheaded, and their wives will be thrown into the government as slaves. It is better to die." Enemy blades, don’t die by military law, filling trenches——!”
Creak, creak, creak!
The heart-wrenching sound of crossbows being cocked came from the wall again, but no one cared about it anymore. People poured into the gap like a tide and threw the prepared bundles of firewood into the trench. From time to time, someone was hit by an arrow and fell into the trench. They were flooded with bundles of firewood, and the trench was filled up in a blink of an eye. People rushed across the trench and straightened the thin earth barrier. The first ones to rush to the city squatted down and raised their shields above their heads, allowing those behind to climb on their shields. Going up, the people behind did this, and in a blink of an eye, a shield mountain with a height of more than two stories was formed.
The barrier of the corridor was only three meters high. He Bayong rushed to the top of the city with a short spear in one hand and a hook in the other. This weapon was a hand shield with two iron hooks at the top and bottom, and there was a stick in the center of the hand shield. The sharp iron collar looks a bit strange, but in the hands of a skilled user it can exert amazing power, especially in close combat. I saw He Bayong skillfully using the hook of his left hand to hook the enemy's slashing weapon, pulling it close, and finishing it with a light thrust of the short spear of his right hand.
More and more Tang troops climbed over the barrier, jumped into the tunnel, and fought with the Goguryeo people. From time to time, some people fell, but the vacancies were quickly filled by newcomers. No one shouted in the barrier, only the sound of metal collision and dying groaning, the firelight shining on the armor and swords, shining on the human face, like a devil.
He Bayong used the hook to hook the short teeth of the halberd that was thrust towards him. With a twist of his backhand, the halberd fell out of his hand. He stabbed fiercely with the short spear, but his opponent sidestepped to avoid it. He Bayong swept it smoothly and struck with the spear shaft. The enemy fell to the ground and his helmet fell off. He was a half-bald old man with a few strands of gray beard on his chin and a few teeth missing from his open mouth. His eyes were full of fear and fear. hatred. He Bayong was a little pitiful, but he still pulled out his dagger and cut his throat.
When He Bayong was about to look for his next opponent, he found that all the people standing around him were his own people. The Goguryeo people were either lying down or kneeling. Only then did he feel that his throat was dry and smoking, and his body was as heavy as if he had been drunk. Lead, he let out a long breath, pulled off the water bag from the waist of a certain corpse, took two sips, and sat down.
"He Ba, are you okay?" Wang Wenzuo looked at He Ba Yong. His familiar face was covered with blood and dust, as if it was covered with a mask. If it weren't for the armor on his body, he would hardly recognize it.
"It's okay! I'm just a little tired!" He Bayong wanted to stand up, but was held down by Wang Wenzuo: "It's okay, just sit down. I'll ask Hongdu to come up and replace you. Just go down and have a good rest!"
"No need, I just sit down and take a breath!" He Bayong shook his head stubbornly: "We cut off the corridor, the thieves will never stop, maybe they will come back later!"
"That's fine!" Wang Wenzuo didn't insist. He looked at the corpse on the ground and sighed: "It's true, tsk tsk, the beards are all white, even people of this age are going into battle, and the Goguryeo people are almost exhausted! "
"Yes!" He Bayong shook his head: "He stabbed me with a long halberd, but I snatched it away with a hook. I originally wanted to spare him, but the guy's eyes were too poisonous, so I ended it easily!"
"When you go to the battlefield, it's a matter of life and death. Everyone has their destiny, but it doesn't matter! If someone cleans it later, digs a deep hole and buries it, it won't be considered a debt!" Wang Wenzuo patted his subordinate on the shoulder, and suddenly he said: There was a sound.
"Is there something wrong?" He Bayong asked puzzledly.
"This old man's identity is extraordinary, look!" Wang Wenzuo pulled open the corpse's corset, revealing a piece of jade hanging on his chest: "Find a living person to come over and confirm the identity of this old man."
A few minutes later, Wang Wenzuo's suspicion was verified. The old man holding a halberd who was killed by He Bayong was the soap-coated envoy of the Shunnu tribe of Goguryeo. This Shunnu tribe was one of the five tribes of Goguryeo, and Quan Gaisu Munshi was the leader of this tribe. Although Goguryeo had implemented a royal system, there were still heavy remnants of the tribal aristocracy. The leaders of the five tribes had the power to build ancestral temples, recruit retainers, own their own armies, and live in cities. They were similar to the King of Goguryeo, while Zao Yi Shi is a type of retainer, similar to the Langguan of the emperor in the Han Dynasty. From the prisoner's mouth, Wang Wenzuo also got another amazing news. Quanyuan, the eldest son of Quan Gaisuwen, inspected the defense last night and stayed in Jumong Mountain City. This soap-coated envoy returned to Pyongyang City through the tunnel overnight. He was attacked by Tang troops on the way and was killed.
"Sanlang!" He Bayong's voice was trembling. One side of the Jumong Mountain City faced the river, and the two sides faced the Tang Army. It was deeply wedged into the Tang Army's defense zone. This corridor was the only guaranteed connection to Pyongyang City, and now it has Being cut off by the Tang army, if we can take the opportunity to capture Jumong Mountain City and hold Quangai Suwen's eldest son in our hands, it will undoubtedly add a very important bargaining chip.
"He Ba, you go back to the camp immediately, take the corpse and the prisoners, and report this matter to your superiors!" Wang Wenzuo's eyes flashed: "This opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back!"
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