Chapter 698: The general breaks into the enemy camp, and white clothes cover the sky!
Night falls in Songzhou City.
The Tibetan army has completely surrounded the city. They are lined up in neat and dense formations. Their armor reflects the moonlight and they are filled with murderous intent.
They shouted that Xue Rengui was dead and asked the Tang people to open the city and surrender immediately.
The soldiers on the city wall were so nervous that they could only swallow their saliva, their eyes full of anxiety.
There are only 6,000 defenders in the city, but the Tibetan army outside the city has no less than 60,000 troops, which is ten times their own strength. Can they really hold on?
The general will be the courage of the army.
If Xue Rengui could appear and lead them, then even if they were short of troops, they would dare to fight to the death, because as long as Xue Rengui was there, they would see the hope of victory.
But now…
Thinking of the figure falling from the city wall, the Tang soldiers were all nervous.
"kill!!!"
The Tibetan army attacked with great force and force, like a tide.
Suddenly, the sound of arrows breaking through the air could be heard above the battlefield, so dense that it looked like a swarm of locusts passing through.
There were endless sounds of charging and screaming. The originally peaceful Songzhou City instantly turned into a hell on earth, filled with blood and corpses.
Under the command of Qinling, the Tibetan soldiers were well-managed and advanced slowly, like a mountain collapsing, unstoppable.
The city walls were already filled with ladders, and in less than an hour, Tibetan soldiers had already climbed onto the walls.
The city gate was twisted and deformed by the huge tree and was on the verge of collapsing.
It was not until this time that Qin Ling was finally able to confirm that Xue Rengui was really dead.
He felt relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, but at the same time, he was not happy at all, and even felt a strong sense of frustration.
It is actually a great pity that I was unable to compete with this famous general of the time.
There are very few opponents as outstanding as Xue Rengui.
boom!
With the continuous impact of the huge trees, the gate of Songzhou city finally collapsed, and the Tang army behind the gate was knocked away. The Turkic soldiers filed in and killed the Tang army.
Songzhou City was about to fall.
But at this moment, a sound of breaking through the air came, whistling like thunder, stirring up clouds and smoke hundreds of feet high, and rolling up all the fallen leaves on the ground, with unparalleled power.
It was an arrow, a magical arrow shot from the Zhentian Bow.
whoosh!
The arrow flew forward, piercing through more than a dozen soldiers and creating a vacuum zone.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows kept coming, each one was as powerful as a whirlwind, piercing through the bodies of countless Tibetan soldiers and even nailing them to the city walls!
In just a few breaths, the Tibetan soldiers who had entered Songzhou City were wiped out.
In full view of the crowd, a man and a horse stepped over piles of corpses and walked to the city gate.
He was wearing silver armor and a white robe, with an extremely majestic white jade horse riding on his hips. He held a Zhentian bow in his hand and carried a Fangtian painted halberd on his back. He looked like a valiant warrior with an imposing bearing.
"Xue Rengui is here!"
He roared angrily, his voice shaking the sky. Although he sounded old, he was full of heroic spirit and looked down upon all the heroes in the world.
As soon as these words were spoken, the Tibetan soldiers were all shocked.
Didn’t the general say that Xue Rengui was dead?
Xue Rengui's name is well-known, especially his archery skills, which are unmatched in the world. The legends of the general conquering Tianshan with three arrows and the warrior singing a long song as he entered the Han Pass have been adapted into plays and widely circulated.
The Tubo vanguard general shouted: "Don't be fooled by this old man. Xue Rengui is dead. He is definitely a fake!"
Xue Rengui said nothing, but just sneered, bent his bow and shot an arrow.
whoosh!
The arrow is like a meteor, and the Zhentian Bow is a magic weapon given to him by the national teacher. The arrow is also forged with black iron. Coupled with his innate divine power, the power of one arrow is truly like a comet hitting the sun, indestructible!
The Tubo vanguard general had been extremely careful and hid behind other soldiers when Xue Rengui bent his bow. However, he did not expect that the arrow would break through the air and pierce through several soldiers, and then pierce his head.
The cold arrow was covered with white brain matter.
All the Tibetan
At this moment, a loud laugh rang out, heroic and heart-wrenching.
Xue Rengui took off his helmet, his white hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he had a fascinating majesty. His glance was full of the spirit of war.
"I am Xue Rengui, how is it? Have you seen it clearly?"
As he spoke, he drew his bow and drew his arrow again.
"Xue Rengui, it's really Xue Rengui!"
"Xue Rengui is not dead!"
The Tibetan soldiers were in turmoil, their morale was greatly reduced, and their fighting spirit dropped sharply.
The Tang army cheered loudly and looked at the white-haired old general. Infinite power seemed to burst out of their bodies and they drove back the enemy troops that had climbed up the city wall.
Seeing that the Tibetan army's formation was becoming chaotic, how could Xue Rengui, who had fought all his life, let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
He put away his bow and arrow, held a 78-jin Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand, pulled the reins, and charged directly towards the Tubo army.
"Men of the Tang Dynasty, follow me and charge forward to kill the enemy!"
"We, the soldiers, are the Great Wall of the Tang Dynasty!"
"kill!!!"
The white jade horse neighed and its iron hooves raised up dust.
The Tang army looked at the old general with white hair and a cloak that fluttered like a general's flag. He was alone in the army, but he was able to defeat a thousand enemies with one man. He exuded an indescribable heroic spirit.
An indescribable feeling of emotion echoed in their hearts, and the men's blood gushed out like a volcano.
At this moment, they had long forgotten the disparity in military strength between the enemy and us, forgot their longing for their families, and forgot their fear of death.
The sound of iron hooves shook the mountains and rivers.
Countless cavalrymen rushed out of the city, risking their lives, riding their horses and drawing their swords. The moonlight illuminated faces that were some young and some old, but their eyes were all equally bright and fearless.
At this moment, they once again became the invincible black-armored cavalry that had followed Emperor Taizong to conquer the world.
Six thousand men rushed to their deaths, and fought their way to the enemy camp without asking for return.
At this moment, the morale of the Tang army reached its peak. The Tibetan army on the front line was in turmoil, many people retreated, and the battle formation tended to collapse.
In an instant, Xue Rengui had arrived with his halberd in hand. He was not only a sharpshooter who never missed his target, but also a peerless warrior who could take the head of a general from among thousands of soldiers. His martial arts skills had reached the pinnacle, and even though his physical fitness had declined with his age, he was still unstoppable.
The waving of the long spear was like a howling gale through jade trees, and every strike was as powerful as thunder. In just a few breaths, countless Tibetan soldiers died under his halberd.
As the Tang army's cavalry charged in, they pierced through the Tubo army's formation like a sharp blade, and the enemy's corpses were everywhere under their iron hooves.
Seeing that the Tibetan army was about to be defeated, Qin Ling acted decisively and sent a message to the central army, ordering anyone who retreated to be executed. Only then was the army able to stabilize its formation.
He looked at Xue Rengui who was rushing towards him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his blood was boiling.
At this moment, the eyes of the two famous generals of the time collided, like the clanging of long spears and broadswords, and an invisible confrontation took place.
Qin Ling picked up his long sword and mounted his warhorse. His heroic eyes were filled with fighting spirit and he even laughed loudly, showing great courage.
"Xue Rengui, Qin Ling's head is here, waiting for you to take it!"
Want to take the general's head amidst thousands of troops?
Okay, then I'll help you, but I'll also see if you have the life to get it.
Most generals would have been scared and fled at this moment, but Qin Ling, as a famous general, not only did not flee, but he drew his sword and mounted his horse, waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out.
When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins. He just didn't believe that Xue Rengui, who was already 78 years old, still had the strength to chop off his head after breaking through numerous military formations?
He is in his prime, has good martial arts skills, and is brave enough to charge into battle. How could he be afraid of a white-haired old general?
Seeing that he did not flee, Xue Rengui laughed loudly toward the sky, and without hesitation, he raised his halberd and charged forward, his eyes fixed on Qin Ling, vowing to kill this Tibetan military god who threatened the Tang Dynasty!
But at this moment, thunder and lightning, meteorites and sky fire fell together, falling accurately towards the Tang army.
The foreign python swallows the dragon!
With the appearance of Xue Rengui, the importance of the Songzhou battle has skyrocketed, and it will even determine the overall situation of the two countries. Tubo's luck is felt, and the celestial phenomena are mobilized to help.
The morale of the Tang army, which had just reached its peak, suddenly suffered a huge blow.
Is it really that God helps the Tibetans and not the Tang?
Has the Tang Dynasty... been abandoned by God?
Some people closed their eyes in despair, but after a few breaths, they found that there was no natural disaster around them. They opened their eyes and saw a scene that they would never forget.
A hand, a giant hand that covered the sky, as slender as jade, with clear texture, and seemed to be thousands of miles wide, helping them to block countless catastrophes.
Meteorites fell, fire burned, and thunder struck, but the giant hand was still shining with golden light and was unharmed.
Xue Rengui laughed loudly, feeling very pleased.
"My men, the Imperial Master is right here at the Cloud Summit watching us. What the hell is a natural disaster? With the Imperial Master here, we can just kill the enemy without any worries!"
When the soldiers looked, they saw a white figure standing faintly above the clouds, like an immortal king descending to the earth, holding up the sky with one hand.
God didn't help Tang, so he blocked that day!
In an instant, a huge sense of glory rushed straight to the top of my soul.
As a Tang person, who has not heard of the legend of the national teacher?
Who hasn't fantasized about being born a few decades earlier, following the imperial master like General Xue, conquering the world and creating a prosperous era?
Now this fantasy has actually come true.
This battle is destined to go down in history and be passed down through the ages!
In an instant, the already high morale rose again, like oil boiling over a raging fire. Everyone seemed to have endless strength in their bodies, and the momentum of charging and killing was even greater than before.
After an unknown amount of time, the number of Tang soldiers behind Xue Rengui became fewer and fewer, and the injuries on his body became more and more. Even Bai Yuju had several scars, and half of his body was stained with blood.
But his eyes became brighter.
Because he finally reached Qin Ling.
"What a mighty army, what a great Xue Rengui!"
At this moment, even though he was an enemy, Qin Ling felt a sense of admiration in his heart. He was seventy-eight years old and still so brave. He was worthy of being Xue Rengui.
He knew that the greatest respect for the enemy at this moment was to fight head-on without retreating.
Qin Ling also led his troops to attack Xue Rengui.
Behind him were the Dragon Fish Guards whom he had carefully trained. The Tubo people regarded Lake Namtso as a sacred lake and the dragon fish in the lake as the gods of the lake. This shows how much hope he placed on this cavalry when he named it the Dragon Fish Guards.
These people are all elite soldiers and when they gather together they form an indestructible blade.
Now, this group of Dragon Fish Guards ran into the Black Armored Soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.
The two armies charged at each other, blood was drawn on every sword strike, like a huge wave colliding with a torrent, causing huge waves.
As the horses were fighting, Xue Rengui had already exchanged several rounds with Qin Ling. Sparks flew, and every move was deadly and ruthless.
They admired each other, but also wanted to kill each other.
After Xue Rengui's charge, there were only less than a hundred Tang soldiers left behind him, and everyone was injured. Even his own robe was stained with blood.
Qinling's Dragon Fish Guard still has hundreds of riders.
But Xue Rengui was not afraid at all. He pulled the reins, turned his horse's head, and charged towards Qinling again, still leading the way with his white hair flying wildly.
The Tang army was like a silent steel torrent, following their generals and continuing to charge like the wings of an arrow.
Qin Ling did not say anything either. He had to fight back!
When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
After the second charge, only a few dozen cavalry were left of the Tang army, while the Dragon Fish Guards were left with a hundred cavalry. Even Qin Ling himself was injured, with a scar on his armor caused by Xue Rengui's Fang Tian Hua Ji.
Qin Ling's expression became more and more solemn.
Xue Rengui pulled the reins again, without saying anything, charge, keep charging!
But as long as there is breath left, we will keep charging!
After the third charge, there were only ten Tang cavalrymen left, while Qinling's Dragon Fish Guards had sixteen cavalrymen left. They began to look at the Tang army with fear, and their determination to win began to waver.
Can I really defeat such a terrible army?
Xue Rengui did not hesitate at all and continued to charge!
He was already very tired. He had to gasp for breath every time he swung the Fang Tian Hua Ji. Even the white jade horse that could travel a thousand miles a day had reached its limit.
But he knew he couldn't stop.
A general should have died in a hundred battles, so how could he be willing to live on his sickbed?
In the fourth charge, there were only three Tang soldiers left, while the Dragon Fish Guards had been completely wiped out.
Xue Rengui was breathing heavily, the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand was shaking. He stared at Qin Ling and launched a final charge.
Qin Ling finally showed fear. He took out his bow and arrow and aimed at Xue Rengui.
whoosh!
The long arrow broke through the air, pierced through Xue Rengui's armor, and pierced his abdomen, causing blood to splatter.
However, Xue Rengui turned a deaf ear to him and rode his horse several feet in front of Qin Ling. He gathered his last bit of strength and threw the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand at him.
At this time, Qin Ling's second arrow arrived and shot into his already exhausted heart. Despite the protection of the heart guard, the arrowhead still penetrated three inches.
Xue Rengui fell off his horse.
Qin Ling was pierced through the right chest by the Fang Tian Hua Ji and was nailed to the ground.
It seemed that the two famous generals of the time died together in the end.
However, Xue Rengui stood up quickly, leaving bloody footprints with every step, and walked to Qin Ling. He looked at his tenacious eyes with a hint of respect.
This is an admirable enemy.
Qin Ling suddenly calmed down.
"I lost... but dying in your hands... was worth it..."
"Send me...for the last time..."
He didn't want to die in pain and struggle.
"good."
Xue Rengui's voice was low. He took off the Zhentian Bow from his back, but the arrows were empty. He directly pulled out the arrow that had shot into Qin Ling's heart, bent the bow and aimed at the center of Qin Ling's eyebrows.
He was no longer able to fully draw the bow, and just half-drawing it had already consumed all his strength.
As the arrow was shot, this famous general of Tubo, who had not appeared in a hundred years, died on the battlefield.
Xue Rengui raised the Zhentian Bow in his hand, let out a long roar towards the sky, his white hair fluttering in the wind, as if the White Tiger God had descended to earth, terrifying the world with his might.
After three breaths, the white hair gradually fell off.
He took one last look at the figure in white in the sky and smiled.
Before I die, I have no regrets about being able to fight side by side with the National Master again!
His consciousness gradually blurred, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to forty-two years ago, the second day after the national teacher's wedding.
Before he bid farewell to Mount Longhu, the imperial teacher gave him a poem, a poem that he loved so much that he recited it many years ago.
"I heard that the siege was tens of thousands of layers long, and the general was on his own to fight.
The soldiers are still fighting to clear the snow in Tianshan, but the crow tents are empty in Qinghai.
I pay my respects with tears flowing down the autumn grass, and my bowstring breaks in the sunset.
His favorite is the last sentence, which is so well written.
"A man who wants to repay his country's kindness should die on the battlefield."
