"Negotiations? Stalling for time, right? ”

Yang Feng sneered.

In fact, he took advantage of the weakness of his southern expedition this time, because Abu. Musilin was not in Khorasan as he was last time, and even the elite of the Khorasan army were not there, they went south to help Mansur take the throne, and although the battle of Bincini still ended in the victory of the Khorasan army, the newly victorious army had not yet had time to return to defend their homeland.

There are only a few left-behind here.

And Abu. Mu Silin never thought that this villain would come once a year!

After all, this place has long exceeded the attack limit of the Tang army, and no northern army has ever entered the Persian plateau, even if the Turks in their heyday only expanded to Tocharo, and the Tang army will enter the Persian plateau, which is completely beyond Abu. Wood Si Lin imagined. He didn't even know that Yang Feng was back, at this time the intelligence collection and transmission were very primitive, and Yang Feng returned to the broken leaf less than a month and a half before the iron gate was closed, far away in Kufa's Abu. Mu Silin didn't know at all, and thought that this terrible governor of Central Asia of the Tang Dynasty was still meeting the Tang Emperor in Chang'an! This is a 20,000-mile round-trip pilgrimage, under normal circumstances, why don't you have to come back next year, you must know that you have to run for half a year just on the road! The final result is that Yang Feng has already arrived in Herat, and his main force is still in Lianghe and has not returned, it is estimated that it would be good to get the news of Yang Feng's attack at this time, so his subordinates who stayed here will negotiate to delay time, and strive to support a few more days to wait for the return of the Khorasan army, which is a very normal thing.

But......

"My lord, we mean it."

The envoy sent by the defenders, a Hu merchant who had been to the Tang Dynasty, groveled.

"My lord, we will wait until Abu. It's useless for Mu Silin to come back, he has already been defeated by you once in Barihei last time, and you will definitely defeat him again this time, and we will still have to bear your wrath at that time, in that case, how can we continue to be your enemy. ”

The messenger continued.

"You are very sensible, but this is the land of the Persian Kingdom, you are a rebel of the Persian Kingdom, there is no such cheap good thing, if you want to surrender, you can also send all the big food men to here, and all the big food women are also tied up and sent here, and their property is sent. When I say the Great Cannibal, I mean all those who believe in the Great Food Religion, whether they were Great Cannibals or Persians before, as long as they believe in that system, they will count it, and then burn everything that should be burned themselves, and be loyal to the Persian king, and organize an army to fight with us. ”

Yang Feng said.

"My lord, this can't be!"

The messenger exclaimed.

This must not be possible, if this is the case, half of the people in the city of Herat have to give it to him, and all of them are the upper echelons of the city, so what is the point of surrendering, these are the leaders of the surrender, they want to avoid this catastrophe in this way, even if it is a change of king, it doesn't matter, they have no loyalty to the Hashemite family.

But according to Yang Feng, they can only fight.

"As long as you allow us to keep our faith and accept our surrender, then we are willing to sacrifice 100,000 gold coins, and we are willing to pledge allegiance to the Persian king, and even send soldiers to fight with us, but if you insist on this, then we will have to fight to the death."

He then said with a resolute expression.

"Then you go and fight to the death, cut off all his ears and nose, cut off his stuff, and throw it back!"

Yang Feng said without hesitation.

In the panicked screams of the messenger, several wolf-like soldiers immediately swarmed him, dragged him aside, and began to use his knives in his struggle, and by this time the heads of the carriages had been thrown down, and a small Jingguan was piled up, and six soldiers stepped forward with canisters full of crude oil and poured black crude oil on them. Yang Feng casually took the torch handed by a soldier, and then handed it to a Zoroastrian monk, who immediately stepped forward to ignite the crude oil, and the rising flames instantly flooded Jingguan, and the raging fire burned in the screams of the messenger and under the gaze of countless defenders on the city of Herat.

"Listen, believers in the Holy Fire."

Yang Feng stood in front of the flames, holding an iron trumpet in his hand, and shouted in the Great Food Language.

"It's time for reckoning! It's time for revenge! Once you had a glorious past, you had a mighty empire, your ancestors used to make the Byzantines tremble, the hundred-foot arch of Ctesiphon recorded your glory, and the light of the sacred fire shone on the banks of the Euphrates. But now, apart from those rebels, you, faithful followers of the Holy Fire, are like wild dogs under the trampling of the Great Cannibals, who have robbed you of your land, and robbed you of your money, and robbed of your women, and the former Persian princesses wept under those filthy savages, and the once glorious Ctesiphon became a paradise of the Great Cannibals, and you became their slaves.

They ravage you!

They overlord you!

They have trampled you under their feet!

Now the time for revenge has come, the time has come to take back everything that belongs to you, your prince has returned, and the descendants of Aro have returned with the iron horses of the Tang Dynasty, and have come back to lead you to regain your glory.

Take you back what you've lost!

Take back your land!

Take back your riches!

Take back your women!

This is the will of the gods, this is the ahura. Mazda's will! The Holy Fire will guide you, what are you waiting for, take up your weapons, your swords, your sticks, your stones, slay the great cannibals, kill the rebels, cut off their heads, and light the Holy Fire with their heads, and let such a holy fire burn in every city of Persia!"

Yang Feng roared excitedly.

Behind him all the Persians, Tocharians and even Sogdians, Turgish, and a large number of soldiers began to recite Zoroastrian scriptures, although the Western Regions are actually religious chaos at present, Zoroastrianism, Manichaeism, Nestorianism and even Buddhism, but Zoroastrianism is still considered the mainstream. The vast majority of the Sogdians are, the Tocharians are greatly influenced by Buddhism, but the number of Zoroastrians is also quite large, in fact, the Tocharians cannot be said to be Tocharians, they are actually Turkic, authentic Blue Turks, the branch of the Turkic Ashina family who conquered Tocharian in those years. It can be said that the coalition army under Yang Feng is completely a coalition army dominated by Zoroastrianism, and at this moment tens of thousands of people are guarding a bunch of flames with human heads, and the scene of chanting scriptures in their respective languages is also quite spectacular.

In the midst of their chanting, the defender's messenger was thrown out and carried back to Herat by his retinue, again representing the end of the Herats' last hopes.

At the moment when the city gate was closed again, Yang Feng also raised his mace.

"Kill!"

He yelled without hesitation.

Then he began to run.

There was certainly no suspense in his attack.

Up to now, the coalition army's tactics with him as the core have been extremely proficient, when he dragged the mace, in the desperate eyes of those big cannibals defending the city, in the overhead constantly falling boulders, arrow rain, throwing guns rushed to the city gate, fiercely smashed open the city gate, followed by the Tang Army's heavily armored assault corps advanced to the city, relying on the unstoppable assault ability to follow their commander forward, directly open the city gates in all directions, and then the coalition forces of all ethnic groups outside the city surged in, and the remaining street battles and killings did not need the Tang army, They followed Yang Feng to grab the most valuable target, and then just stopped to watch the excitement.

There is no solution to such tactics.

In this era, the core of a city's defense is nothing more than the city gate, and all attacks are also aimed at the city gate, as long as the city gate is opened, it is basically equivalent to the city being captured.

And no city gate can stop Yang Feng.

He is more effective than any battering ram.

In the past, I still needed some means, and after having these eight hundred pounds of mace, I didn't even need to think about the means, just smash it with a mace in the simplest and most rude way, as for defense, I didn't need to think about it at all, just his charging speed exceeded that of the war horse, and the time window for the weapon's range to attack him at this time was no more than twenty seconds. And it's a trebuchet with no accuracy at all, in other words, the time the stone flies in the sky is enough for him to run a few hundred meters, the only thing that may threaten him is the bed crossbow, but the Persians don't have this, in fact, it's useless, the muzzle velocity of that thing is actually more than a hundred, even if it is aimed at him, he will run dozens of meters after the crossbow arrow arrives.

What's more, it wasn't a rifle, how could it be possible to hit a person moving at high speed a few hundred meters away?

Do you really think there are some Roman sniper ballistas?

The city of Herat can be said to have been breached in the blink of an eye.

The real battle is actually street fighting in the city.

After all, if it falls into the hands of the coalition army, it will either die or become a castration, and the property and women will not be guaranteed, so the big cannibals in the city will definitely resist to the death, but those soldiers of all races who come with a ransacking frenzy are not afraid of this.

The frenzy of grabbing money and women has long since flooded their brains.

And not only them, but more importantly, the Zoroastrians, Nestorians, Manichaeans, all those who had been trampled under the feet of the Great Cannibals and the Great Persians before, treated like livestock, and those slaves, all saw their hope, after all, after the Great Cannibals were killed, the fertile farmland outside would be theirs. When the Persian legions entered the city and began to spread the news of the return of the Persian king, the Zoroastrians of the Persian state religion were the first to join the banner of their king, and then when the news spread that the Persian king would give all the land to his loyal subjects, whether Nestorian or Manichaean, and even slaves, almost all the non-Great Eaters in the entire city of Herat joined in the killing procession.

The entire city of Herat was covered with a sea of corpses and blood.