"Join the army, let me do it! It doesn't matter if I die, we can't live without you!"
"That's fine!" Wang Wenzuo was stunned for a moment, then patted He Bayong on the shoulder: "Be careful!"
At this time, there were shouts of killing from the bottom of the mountain. It was the Tang army at the bottom of the mountain who began to attack the Baekje people in Shanzha. Wang Wenzuo stuck his head out and looked at Shaanxi. His instinctive fear immediately grabbed his heart. He was far away from those ants. There was a huge void between people of the same size. The fierce wind roared at him, pulling at his cloak and hair, trying to tear him off. Wang Wenzuo took a small step back, sweating profusely on his back.
"Leave everything to me, please wait for the good news!" He Bayong's voice seemed to come from hundreds of meters away. Wang Wenzuo swallowed and whispered: "Be careful in everything. If you don't succeed, don't force it!"
He Bayong said nothing, opened his arms and hugged Wang Wenzuo, then turned and left. Wang Wenzuo stood there until his men's backs disappeared behind the boulder.
He Bayong followed Jin Ge and climbed along the rock wall. He gradually began to believe that this guy was not lying. Although the rock wall was steep, he could always find some depression or protrusion, as if it was in his backyard. Rockery, fear gradually fades away, replaced by tension and excitement.
"Work harder, it's the last section!" Jin Ge gasped.
"The last section?" He Bayong looked up at the top of the mountain. The straight-line distance between it and him was at least a hundred meters. He couldn't help but have some doubts: "Are you dizzy?"
"That's right!" Jin Ge struggled to step on a protruding rock corner with his right foot, shifted the weight of his entire body, then stretched his arms, turned over a boulder, turned around and stretched out his right hand to hold He Ba Yun pulled up: "Look, isn't this a coincidence? God allowed us to climb up from here!"
He Bayong gasped and was surprised to find a thick mountain vine behind the boulder, winding along the cliff to the top of the mountain. No wonder Na Jin Ge said that God allowed him to climb up from here.
"Good boy, I didn't expect you to still have this hand! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He Bayong was surprised and happy.
"Colonel Heba, I haven't been here for seven or eight years. Who knows if the vine has died of old age and rotted away? Or was it cut down and burned by the Baekje people? If I boasted about it first, but it turned out to be different in the end, wouldn't it? Big sin?" Jin Ge said.
"That's true!" He Bayong felt happy at this time and had no intention of saying more. He stretched out his hand and pulled the vine. After confirming that it was firm, he smiled and said: "In this case, then a certain family will take the lead!"
Wang Wenzuo stood at the foot of the cliff, feeling uneasy, fearing that someone would fall from the mountain and die. If the defenders in the city noticed the movement, he would be in trouble because he would not be able to advance or retreat here.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he suddenly heard a sound and a stone was hit not far away. He looked up and saw a red flag stretched out from the top of the mountain. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hurriedly waved and asked others to put the weapons of everyone on the mountain. and arson objects were moved over, and soon a rope hung down to pull these things up.
It was close to noon at this time. The Tang army at the foot of the mountain had already captured a mountain gate, and the other mountain gates were also attacked urgently. The Baekje generals in the city sent troops down the mountain to support and transport the tired and wounded soldiers back to the city. Wang Wenzuo saw this. He was clear, but not in a hurry. He just waited patiently and let the soldiers eat and rest. After waiting for another two hours, it was close to dinner time before Wang Wenzuo sent out the signal. Only about a quarter of an hour later, he saw the fire in Zhenxian City rising to the sky, the sound of killings everywhere, and someone waving flags vigorously on top of the city.
"Sirs, it's time to kill the thief and make a contribution!" Wang Wenzuo drew his sword and shouted. The sergeants rushed up and rushed to the city. The rope had been hung on the city for a long time. Wang Wenzuo climbed up the city first and asked the sergeant in front of him: " Where is He Bayong?"
"Colonel Heba went to seize the city gate!"
"Quick! Come with me!" Wang Wenzuo led the soldiers who had already boarded the city and rushed towards the city gate along the city wall. They did not encounter any organized resistance along the way - the Baekje people only rushed up in scattered directions, shouting Howling in despair, Wang Wenzuo didn't even have a chance to draw his sword. His soldiers shot, stabbed, and chopped down these desperate resisters.
When Wang Wenzuo saw He Bayong again, he was already a different person. The tiger head on his shield was almost chopped into pieces, and deep marks were carved on the wooden board, but he seemed to be unharmed. However, when he got closer, Wang Wenzuo found that his mail gloves and coat sleeves were covered in black blood.
"You are hurt?"
"No!" He Bayong raised his hand, stretched out his fingers, and shook his head: "I'm fine!" He said: "This may be Jin Ge's blood..." He shook his head: "Maybe..., I have no idea!"
"Jinge? What's wrong with him?" Wang Wenzuo had a pretty good impression of this Silla guide and asked quickly.
"It's over there!" He Baoyong pointed to the horse not far away with his bloody finger: "The Baekje officer guarding the gate was very good at martial arts. When he saw that the situation was not good, he tried to rush over and kill me. He almost He succeeded. Jin Ge blocked him with his own belly!"
Wang Wenzuo walked to the horse road and saw Jin Ge's body lying on the ground. His stomach was stabbed. Next to him lay a Baekje man whose neck was cut off. That should be the gatekeeper He Baoyong mentioned. Be a Baekje officer!
"What an unlucky man. Victory is right in front of you, but he died!" Cui Hongdu sighed. He was in sharp contrast to He Bayong beside him. He shot at least a dozen enemies without a drop of blood on his body. Not stained, the whole body was clean as if ready for a wedding banquet.
"Select the richest trophies later, and let Governor Liu hand it over to his family along with the ashes!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "Bury that Baekje officer too. A brave man should at least be buried after death. There is six feet of space!”
The battle was over before the sun went down. The guards at both the mountain gate and the towers in the city lost their will to resist, laid down their weapons, and surrendered. At this point, the passage from Baekje Tang Army to Silla was finally opened.
Zhou Liucheng.
She had a high fever and had nightmares, and there were all kinds of familiar dark shadows in her dreams.
"You killed the father of your unborn child and made him an orphan before he was born!"
She stood in a long and narrow stone corridor, with a high stone arch above her head. At the far end of the stone corridor was a door. She quickened her pace and felt the warm liquid sliding down her inner thighs.
"You killed the father of your unborn child and made him an orphan before he was born!"
The roar was like thunder, making her dizzy. She quickened her pace and saw the sun shining on the lawn. The air was filled with the fragrance of grass leaves. The wind blew the grass, and the green grass looked like ocean waves.
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