Zhang Liang has been living in the city tower these days, and if he wants to live, he must hold on. As long as you hold out until reinforcements come, you will win. The Persians have not attacked these days, although Zhang Liang is a little uneasy. But I can also guess what the Persians think, and they just encircle the point and send reinforcements. Tactics that have long been played rotten, an army that has traveled 2,000 miles, and exhaustion is their worst enemy.

Perhaps he should warn those who came to relieve the siege to pay attention to the tactics of the Persians. Inside, he wished the Persians would have been consumed like this. The sound of digging is constantly heard from these heaven and earth jars, and you need to pay attention to the Persians digging tunnels. Zhang Liang always felt that the tactics of the Persians were somewhat familiar.

I thought about it for a night, and I closed my eyes when it was almost dawn.

There was a loud "boom", lifting Zhang Liang from the bed to the ground. didn't have time to put on a helmet, Zhang Liang got up and grabbed the horizontal knife and rushed out.

In the silver moonlight, the western wall was shrouded in smoke. Flood-like Persians are pouring into the city through the smoke!

Zhang Liang's head "buzzed", and he finally knew what the Persians were digging tunnels for. They didn't want to dig into the city, they wanted to blow up the walls.

"Block! Plug the gap! Zhang Liang roared like a lion, and rushed up with a horizontal knife like a madman in armor. As a result, he was desperately pulled by the guards, and the armor was draped on his body as soon as possible. When he restrained Jia Siqi, he almost strangled Zhang Liang to death.

Just as Zhang Liang roared, Han Dewang was already doing this. Zhang Liang is also a famous general in Zhenguan, and there are naturally two brushes on the battle array. Of course, there were soldiers on duty on the city wall, and there were also soldiers under the city wall. These soldiers usually rest here, preparing to rotate the robes on the city walls. If the Persians attacked the city, they would support the city as quickly as possible.

When the Persians poured in, Han Dewang rushed out as soon as possible. The sleeping Don soldiers had not yet fully woken up before they confronted the Persians. The five-zhang wide breakthrough is like a pot of boiling water boiling endlessly. The roar of the soldiers, the rattling of crossbow arrows. The neighing of horses, the explosion of gunpowder, and the sound of intense burning all converged into a boiling sound. Listening to people's hearts is like a drum, and the blood is full of blood.

Crossbow arrows are the pride of the Tang Army, and shooting at close range is anyone's nightmare. But no matter how dense the Tang Army's crossbow arrows are, there are always some guys with round shields who can smoothly rush through the rain of arrows.

These Persians were so fierce that when they rushed into the army, they would throw away their round shields and slash in the middle of the army with their swords in both hands. Their style is unusually brave, and their spirit can be attributed to the abnormal type. When someone slashes them, they don't dodge. Rather, they returned a knife, and the sturdy armor was always able to protect them from harm. The sharp Damascus steel knife can cut through the armor of the Don army.

Seeing these people rushing left and right, a young Tang army was in a hurry. Picked up a burning gunpowder bullet and threw it down, the city wall under his feet suddenly collapsed, and the gunpowder bullet that he didn't have time to shoot fell down together, after a loud "boom". Beside the shattered team, lay a dozen fierce Persian warriors. No way, the crowd at the gap is too dense.

"Han Zheng ......!" Han Dewang's roar was very desolate, and he could see it clearly by the moonlight. The first person to jump down with gunpowder was his son Han Zheng.

When people are in a hurry, they will lack heart. When I said this, many people didn't believe it.

No one noticed that Han fell because of the collapse of the city wall, and everyone thought that he was holding a powder bullet to die with the enemy. Under the rapid secretion of hormones, and the rapid flow of blood. Many people have a reaction similar to insanity, and they do not light a powder bullet and throw it down. Instead, they stupidly jumped down with gunpowder bullets, and some even hugged several at once.

It looked like a moth thrown into flames.

Explosions rang out one after another, and orange flames continued to shine in the silver moonlight. There was a burst of gunsmoke at the gap, and it became impossible to see people in one step. There was a choking smell of gunpowder smoke everywhere, and there seemed to be a smell of blood mixed with it. The mixed flavor goes straight into the human brain!

"With a fire oil bomb!" Zhang Liang, who had just come out of the armor, finally said a very useful word.

Two tin vats filled with fire oil were set on fire and thrown down. A suffocating heat wave was followed by screams that pierced eardrums. Armor can protect the sword, but it definitely can't protect against the rolling heat. Oil flowed through the cracks in the armor, and flames drilled down the oil. So people saw flames burning inside the armor, and the fire serpents that erupted from the two eyes were more than three inches long.

Religious beliefs, strong will. Unable to resist the pain of the flames, the warriors of the temple began to howl wildly. The great pain causes them to attack everything around them, whether it is a companion or a stone. They all slashed with the weapons in their hands, and the great pain had made them lose their minds.

The oil kept being thrown down, and the steaming flames were higher and higher. Even some of the Don troops, who were torn apart with the Persians, were engulfed in flames.

The attack was contained in the first place, and no one was able to rush through the flames alive. No one had the courage, not even the Templars.

Zhang Liang stabilized his mind for a while, and thankfully finally stabilized the enemy's offensive. Tomorrow just take the bricks and tiles and pile them down and pour water on them. As long as it takes one night, it will freeze solidly. Even more than the original city walls!

Thank God! Thanks for winter! Thanks for the cold in the Western Regions!

"Boom!" Just as Zhang Liang thanked the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, the city wall on the other side also emitted a huge roar. Zhang Liang closed his eyes in pain, the Persians can dig a tunnel, so they can naturally dig a second and third. God knows how many Grim Reapers, under his feet, stretch over.

Sure enough, another place not far away. There was a loud noise, and the Tang soldiers on the city wall flew up in front of Zhang Liang's eyes. I could only see them waving their hands and feet in the sky, but I couldn't hear their shouts.

The guards around him opened and closed their mouths, and Zhang Liang couldn't hear what they were saying.

One by one, the walls collapsed, and the Persians poured in like a tsunami. Zhang Liang closed his eyes sadly, it's over! It's all over! Disaster struck almost instantly, and Almaty was finished. Myself......! It's over!

"Boom......!" There was a tremor under his feet, and Zhang Liang felt that he was flying. In the sky, he even saw the Persian army pouring into the city like a tidal wave, slashing and slaughtering.

His body slammed into something, and a pointed boot walked in front of him. Endless darkness enveloped him forever.