Fei Le said happily: "I have lived up to my years of training."

The general next to him was hit by an arrow and was ordering the doctor to deal with it. Hearing this, he said: "Please be careful, will Lin Jun provide reinforcements?"

Feile nodded, "He captured Taizhou, so naturally he doesn't like his right wing being stared at by the Northern Xinjiang Army, so he must come."

"In this way, we only need to hold on for a few days, and the overall situation of this battle will be decided."

Feile nodded, "This is why I prepared fire oil. Once defeated, the entire army retreats into the city, allowing the Northern Xinjiang Army to open the city gate and pour in, with a fire... Just thinking about it, I feel like this

You are committing an evil act. However, I will never show mercy when it comes to killing Tang people!"

This is a desperate plan.

Once successful, the morale of the defenders will be greatly boosted.

"Details and stability."

A sergeant went up to the top of the city and said, "The wealthy merchants in the city said they would come to work for the army."

Feile asked: "Who?"

"Book of Jerusalem."

"That guy is rich." The general licked his lips, probably thinking of fine wine.

Feile hesitated.

The general said: "Xiang Wen, working in the army has always boosted morale. Besides, what's wrong with eating some meat and wine? Who dares to say that Xian Wen accepted bribes?"

Feile smiled, "I was just thinking about a bloody battle at the top of the city, but here we brought wine and meat. This is a bit out of place. That's all, I just want to thank you for letting him come."

At this time, a fierce strangulation broke out at the top of the city. A group of death battalion sergeants broke through the interception and were about to descend towards the city.

"Fire the arrow!"

At the critical moment, a wave of arrows from the hundreds of reserve troops under the city relieved the crisis, and then the reserve troops took advantage of the situation and moved up to the top of the city.

"Clang clang clang!"

The Northern Xinjiang army retreated like a tide.

Thousands of cavalry were on guard at the back, ready to intercept the defenders who were charging out of the city at any time.

The death battalion passed over the cavalry, and the cavalry reined in their horses. They would hold on until the next wave of attacks.

King Yong looked at this scene and praised: "It looks like flowing clouds and flowing water. It's really amazing for the government to use troops!"

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "The king is so complimentary."

Squeak!

Squeak!

The cart drove slowly through the city.

The sergeant on patrol couldn't help but salivate when he saw the steaming pancakes and the cooked mutton on the cart.

Hundreds of servants followed, and Yelvshu pointed to the soldiers patrolling the streets, "Give those brothers some bread and meat."

Two cakes and a piece of meat for each person made the soldiers smile.

"Thank you very much!"

The convoy slowly arrived at the city. Yelvshu raised his head and said with a smile: "Be careful."

Feile walked to the side, looked at the food, and nodded: "Thank you very much."

"Why are you so polite?"

Yelvshu waved his hand, "Bring the food up!"

He looked at the jars filled with kerosene around him and said with a smile: "These are all good oils!"

Feile from the top of the city said, "It's enough for Yang Gou to drink a pot."

Yelvshu looked up at him and said with a smile, "Sure..."

"Um!"

Feile responded.

The bowstring rings!

Behind Yelvshu, a man still maintained his posture of shooting arrows.

Feile at the top of the city was hit by an arrow and fell down into a jar filled with kerosene.

Yelvshu shouted: "Do it!"

The men who were pretending to be carrying something pulled out their long knives from under the food and rushed towards the city gate.

Because we had prepared the means, the city gate was not blocked, but at this moment, the people under Yelvshu were given an advantage.

The twenty or so sergeants behind the city gate were overwhelmed by one wave.

"Open the city gate!"

Yelvshu shouted in the city gate.

The city gate was forcefully opened.

“Jelüshu is a spy!”

At the top of the city, the deputy general yelled: "Take back the city gate!"

Another general shouted: "Arson!"

Feile had just been lifted up from the oil tank by his subordinates. Now he lit a fire. Who were he planning to burn?

Ta-ta-ta!

Amidst the sound of horse hooves, the thousands of cavalrymen of the Northern Xinjiang Army dispatched.

"Move the jar!"

Yelvshu shouted.

More than ten men rolled the two jars behind the city gate to the other side. In this way, even setting fire could not stop the Northern Xinjiang army from attacking the city.

"ignition!"

Feile spit out a mouthful of fire oil and shouted.

As for himself, he never thought about it at all.

If the city is destroyed, I will die!

"Jeryushu!"

He wiped his face and said through gritted teeth: "Then I still don't believe Yang Gou said that wealthy merchants have no country. Sure enough, it's true! Where's the kerosene...?"

More than ten rockets fell down, and with a bang, the flames started to shoot up.

But what about the fire behind the city gate?

Feile was hit by an arrow in the chest, but he luckily avoided the critical point. He looked over and saw that the two jars behind the city gate had already been pushed to the side.

"Jeryushu!"

With this cry full of hatred, the cavalry rushed into the city.

In the middle army, Yang Xuan asked: "What would your Majesty want to have for lunch?"

King Yong was already confused, "Whatever! By the way, is there an insider in the city?"

"No!"

"What is that?"

"A dog!"

"A dog?"

King Yong was puzzled.

But seeing Yang Xuan's indifferent expression, he didn't ask any more questions.

Nan He had already entered the city. Looking at the flames, he sighed: "This is a death wish."

The old thief said: "In fact, fighting is about money and food, but more importantly, it is about morale. A warrior is not afraid of death, and there is still something to be done even if the world collapses. A warrior is timid, and even if he has an army of millions, he will be nothing more than a chicken.

It’s just a dog.”

In front, a group of defenders stubbornly intercepted the cavalry. The three cavalry in front were stabbed to death with spears. Amidst the screams of the war horses, the following cavalry also used spears to skewer them.

"Stomp them to death!"

The general leading the team said with a ferocious smile.

The defenders who had lost their combat effectiveness howled miserably, hugged each other, and were immediately trampled to pieces by their horses.

Nan He said calmly: "The officers and soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army have always been relying on their anger. In the past, this anger was the anger and sadness of being suppressed by Chang'an for many years. Unfortunately, anger does not last long. Once defeated, it will be over in an instant.

The end of destruction.”
To be continued...