For this battle, the Tang army has been preparing for too long, and people like Tang Ji, from the moment they came to the Western Regions, took the recapture of Qiuzi as his ultimate goal. After the Tang army controlled Ningxia, Gansu and other places, it was equivalent to completely opening up the road to the Western Regions, and more supplies were continuously transported to the hands of the Western Regions Protectorate.

It's not just the supplies, but the people. In addition to the serious sergeants, a large number of prisoners of war were also sent to the Western Regions, and these people were desperate to end their exile as soon as possible, or to give their lives a chance to start anew.

Because of the merits of war, it was the cheapest shortcut for them to be liberated. With a bit of luck, a battle can liberate it completely. And this liberation is not only limited to him personally, but also to his family.

There are already early movers who have tasted the sweetness of this policy.

Liu Xiangchu, Pan Lang, Lan Yongchuan, Li Yawen, Chen Jie, Li Hanjin, Tan Minghua, these Pinglu officers who were captured in the Tang Army's battle to recover Pinglu, were the first batch of soldiers who were sent to the Western Regions, and in less than two years, they were converted from prisoners to sergeants, and then promoted from sergeants to officers step by step.

These people already have strong military qualities and personal martial arts, and they are the easiest to stand out in places like the Western Regions.

And the change of their identity has also liberated the identity of their family members in Pinglu, from some family members of sinners who are despised, disliked, and even under special surveillance, to become the family members of the Tang Dynasty. Previously, they were not eligible for land division and had to rely on odd jobs to make a living by doing odd jobs for others, and their land was redistributed, and all the benefits enjoyed by military dependents were immediately implemented.

The experience of those who come before will naturally encourage those who come after you.

Except for a very small number of recalcitrant people, basically all these people who came to the Western Regions successfully completed the transformation of their identities in one battle after another. Of course, those who are not completed will have a predictable end.

The whistling stone bullets smashed heavily on the somewhat thin walls of Qiuzi City, and with each heavy blow, the entire city wall would tremble violently for a while, and there would be a dent in one place, or even directly collapsed.

The Tang Army's equipped trebuchet was definitely the sharpest attack weapon of this era. It can easily adjust the firing distance and the size of the stone bullet, like now, the stone bullet weighing more than 100 catties was easily sent by the Tang army to the Qiuci city wall 450 steps away.

The foot soldiers of the Tang army were not in a hurry to attack, and the whistling of trebuchets seemed to have ceased forever, and hundreds of large trebuchets overturned and bombarded, and they were concentrated on a section of the city wall hundreds of meters long.

Over the past few decades, Qiuzi City has not changed much, but it has been repaired or strengthened again and again on the original foundation, and Tang Ji is extremely familiar with this city, and this city wall happens to be the weakest link in the entire Qiuzi City.

Breaking down this city wall is what the Tang army wants to do the most.

The difference in the range of the trebuchets between the two sides made the city completely in a situation of being passively beaten, and if the Tang army continued to bombard like this, the city wall would collapse sooner or later, and Xi Wen was faced with a dilemma. In the end, he had already lost his cavalry, and he desperately sent out his foot soldiers again and rushed out of the city.

He hoped to be able to destroy these trebuchets of the Tang army with a brave blow.

And Tang Jun, what he hopes is that the opponent will do the same.

Putting unparalleled pressure on the opponent to force the opponent to do what they wanted, and then the next step is to deal a heavy blow to the enemy they expect without mercy.

The Tibetan elites in the city supervised the battle with thousands of servants pouring out of several city gates, gathering together and rushing to the trebuchet position four hundred and fifty paces away. The first thing that greeted them was the accumulation of crossbows.

Two hundred steps, hundreds of strong crossbows, each of which can fire six spear-like crossbow arrows in a row, each of which hits the crowd of people, will inevitably string several people like a string of sugar gourds.

A hundred paces, with a buzzing sound, the sky was obscured by the black-pressed crossbow arrows. The Tibetan soldiers still have a leather armor, and the officers still have iron armor, while the servant soldiers, such equipment is almost none, and the ability to resist these crossbow arrows that fall from the sky is close to zero.

When the Tang army was attacking from a distance and killing as much as they wanted, the Tang army's foot soldiers had already taken neat steps, the first row of shields, the second row of guns, and the third row of knife and axe hands crossed the trebuchet, like a mountain, a wall pressed over.

The Tubo army, whose formation was beaten in a sparse manner, met the neat Tang iron armor, just like an egg hitting a stone, a collision, it shattered, and the Tang army swept across the battlefield, like a big broom back and forth sweeping all the enemies on the battlefield who could still stand.

And the technical soldiers who operated the trebuchet did not even look at the battlefield, and still focused on the city wall and bombarded it.

The gap is getting bigger.

The dents are getting deeper.

This kind of battle is a bit boring in the eyes of many people, except for the cavalry duel at the beginning, and the desperate death of the Tubo people just now. However, these struggles of the Tubo people did not cause any waves, and they were easily snuffed out by the Tang army.

And then what was left was the Tang army's unaesthetic bombardment with trebuchets, and now with the advance of the infantry, one by one the strong crossbows were pushed to the front, plus the strong crossbows and arms open arms to shoot at the head of the city.

The only thing that could lift everyone's heads a little was a few powerful crossbows with a flash of fire on the walls, and there would be a loud explosion and then a fire that would burst into the sky.

Tang Jun never got tired of it.

Xue Ping watched it with relish.

And beside Xue Ping, the kings and magnates of those countries had different expressions, some disagreed, some were pale, and some were almost drowsy.

Those who are frightened really understand military affairs. And those who don't think so, lethargic guys, are basically some two knives.

Such a battle process reflects the absolute disparity in strength between the two sides. Xi Wen's two counterattacks were defeated, and the rest of the time, he either kept cowering and being beaten, or sent troops to fight to the death again, but he was afraid that the results would not be the same as the previous ones.

There is nothing more desperate than waiting for death.

Some of the kings of the countries of the rope country even thought that if such a war befell them, would they have the ability to withstand a quarter of an hour?

Of course not.

If the Tang Army wants to deal with itself, or if it is a matter of charging, everything will be over.

Many elderly aristocrats finally remembered the fact that the majestic Tang Army controlled tens of millions of square kilometers of land with more than 20,000 people.

Liu Mingxiang sat on the ground leaning on the shield, his expression was relaxed, and he was chewing a piece of pegroot that he had picked out from nowhere, and beside him were Lan Yongchuan and Li Yawen. The troops brought by the three of them will be the first wave of troops to attack from the gap after the city was broken.

"After this battle, my brother and I will be promoted to guerrilla general." Liu Mingxiang smiled hesitantly, "You two can also be promoted to Zhaowu Captain." This is what General Li Hai promised me personally. So, brothers, this last tough battle, the first coffee don't get strained, and the second one, don't die. ”

"Just these cowards on the other side, if they want us to die, how can it be so easy!" Lan Yongchuan flattened his mouth, "Back then, on the edge of the Yellow River, if it weren't for the mud on both of my legs, those turtle sons forced me to suffocate me with a shield in the muddy water, maybe I ......."

"Maybe you'll be hacked to death with a knife." Li Yawen said with a smile: "You are glad, if you hadn't been a prisoner back then, how could you have the current scenery." After this battle is over, there will be no more hard battles in the Western Regions, and the rest is not holding the handle, this battle is easy to fight. ”

Lan Yongchuan snorted and stopped talking, this is right, he was the only one in his team who survived back then, and the rest were all hacked to death.

Human life, it's really uncertain.

"It's going to fall, it's going to fall!" Liu Mingxiang's low roar sounded in his ears, and he was as lax as a lazy cat just now, but at this moment, his body was tense, like a cheetah before predation.

The moment the wall fell, they were about to charge, and at this moment, the city would inevitably be desperate to pour all the feathered arrows on this path, so that everything that could stop them. From the starting point to the distance from the crumbling city wall, it is definitely the road to death.

The Tibetan army is also an army that can conquer and fight, and it will definitely see this and make arrangements in advance.

When a large section of the city wall began to sway, Liu Mingxiang had already jumped out, holding a shield on his head in both hands, roared, and rushed out.

With a bang, almost at the same time as he rushed out, a section of nearly 100 meters of city wall finally collapsed in a violent sway, and the smoke and dust in the sky were stirred up, covering everything.

Liu Mingxiang held his shield on his head and rushed forward quickly in the smoke and dust, and the gravel hit his shield like a rainstorm, making a clanging sound.

Behind him, Lan Yongchuan and Liu Yawen followed closely.

They chose so accurately when they attacked, under the cover of smoke and dust, by the time the people in the city found them, Liu Mingxiang and the others were already beginning to climb the rocky and rotten bricks that fell to the ground.

Above the city, feather arrows poured here like rain, strong crossbows broke through the air with a whistling sound, one by one burning oil bottles fell from the sky, and the Tang army running behind fell from time to time, and some people turned into burning people rolling on the ground and shouting.

Liu Mingxiang climbed to the top of the broken stone and rotten bricks, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the inside of the city wall, where countless Tubo troops were rushing towards the gap. With his backhand, he took off an iron porcelain bottle from the belt behind him, lit the fuse with a fire next to him, and then reached out and threw it inside.

On his left and right, Lan Yongchuan and Liu Yawen were also doing the same action, the same as them, and the Tang army that followed closely.

The sound of a violent explosion came from within.

"Charge!" Liu Mingxiang drew his horizontal knife and jumped up with a howl.