The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Everyone knows the situation of today's battle.

Extremely tragic.

For them at this moment, death is no longer just a joke.

Perhaps after another trial, it will be the final battle.

And as long as you go to the battlefield, you must be prepared to die at any time.

Cheng Chumo, who was usually carefree, seemed to be particularly silent today. ??

After only saying a few words, he felt like a gourd of boredom.

Zhao Chen didn't know what to say, and for a long time, neither of them spoke again.

Today I went to meet the people who escaped from Songzhou City. They are short of food and clothing, and it is winter again. If this continues, there will not be a few left of the more than 100,000 people in the end.

Old Niutou won't watch so many people die here. He will make a desperate move. He just called many generals over, and they were 90% discussing tomorrow's attack! After sitting for a while, Zhao Chen spoke, He slowly spoke to Cheng Chumo.

Well, I already expected that. Cheng Chumo nodded, but became even more silent.

After a long time, he raised his head, looked at Zhao Chen, and grinned, Zhao Da, you were not so pessimistic when you were in Chang'an. At that time, you were full of confidence. No matter what happened, you could easily solve it.

The old men in my family all say that if you want to do something, you can definitely do it.

What's wrong with you recently?

Zhao Chen opened his mouth, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

In Chang'an City, his opponents were all rule-abiding people, and Zhao Chen had many ideas to deal with them.

But here, it was a real battle.

The battle was too direct, and Zhao Chen found that he had no choice for a while.

I don't know, maybe I was frightened by the brutality of the battlefield. Zhao Chen shook his head and said with a slightly self-deprecating smile.

Now that the situation was critical, he couldn't let Cheng Chumo lose confidence.

Hey, when I went to the battlefield for the first time, I was caught up by my old man. I was only thirteen years old at the time. Damn it, I wet my pants.

But fortunately, my life has been saved. Actually, I don't like fighting at all. I just want to be able to live in Chang'an City and be a dandy waiting to die.

Of course, I have to follow you, because you will help me. Cheng Chumo scratched his head, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

Zhao Chen stopped talking again. He looked at the gradually darkening sky and remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, Zhao Chen stood up, looked at Cheng Chumo's face, and said slowly, I'm going back.

Hmm! Cheng Chumo just nodded.

Zhao Chen smiled, stretched out his hand and hit Cheng Chumo hard on the chest, and said, After we capture Songzhou City, we will return to Chang'an.

good!

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Early the next morning, the siege horn sounded again.

Groups of soldiers from the Tang Dynasty once again swarmed Songzhou City.

Zhao Chen was riding on the back of the pony, and next to him was Niu Jinda.

At this moment, Niu Jinda's eyes were bloodshot and his face was a little tired. Maybe he didn't sleep all night.

Trebuchet! Niu Jinda waved his hand behind him.

Zhao Chen looked over and saw dozens of trebuchets moving forward, with soldiers holding torches.

Cup pot? Zhao Chen was slightly startled when his eyes fell on the black pot next to the trebuchet.

The torches lit the cup, and the trebuchet threw the lit cup against the Songzhou city wall.

The cupping jar exploded at the top of the city, the fragments shot out, and a wail suddenly sounded from the top of the city.

The burning flames wrapped around the Tibetan soldiers and could not be extinguished at all.

The Tubo soldiers on top of the city suddenly became confused.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were greatly boosted in military power. They swept away yesterday's decline and rushed towards the Songzhou city wall.

Zhao Chen, have you seen this thing before? Niu Jinda looked at Zhao Chen expressionlessly.

Zhao Chen didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on the cupping jars exploding at the top of the city in front of him.

The war drums roared, and the huge waves swept towards Songzhou City again.

Today's siege seemed to go much smoothly, and the Tibetan soldiers were caught off guard.

Visible to the naked eye, some soldiers have rushed to the tower and are fighting hand to hand with the Tibetan soldiers.

The situation seemed to be starting to become clearer, and even Niu Jinda's face showed a trace of relaxation at this moment.

If this continues, they may be able to capture Songzhou City in a short time.

After taking Songzhou City, it seems that...

Just as Niu Jinda was thinking about it, he saw the city gate in front suddenly opened and the suspension bridge on the moat slowly lowered.

Niu Jinda's face condensed, his expression sank slightly, and he yelled, The cavalry goes out to fight and stop the Tibetan cavalry leaving the city.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Chen saw the gate of Songzhou City opened wide, and the Tibetan cavalry brandished their swords and attacked in the direction of their central army.

It turned out to be a direct attack on the Chinese army camp of the Tang Dynasty troops!

The cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, which had returned at some point, rushed out from the flank.

There were too many people, and Zhao Chen did not see Qin Huaiyu.

The two armies of Tang and Tibet collided fiercely.

There was blood, fighting, horses crowing, wailing, and people falling on their backs.

Scarlet blood stained the ground.

Zhao Chen clenched his fists. He knew that Qin Huaiyu was also in the riding camp, but at this moment, he could not find any trace of Qin Huaiyu.

Shuai Niu, withdraw, I have a way... Zhao Chen shouted to Niu Jinda.

However, his voice was drowned in the rumbling drums.

Niu Jinda looked at the Songzhou City in front of him with cold eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

As long as they persist for a while, when the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty gain a firm foothold at the top of the city, they can fight steadily.

but……

The enemy general seemed to want to directly defeat their central army.

More and more Tubo cavalry came out of the city, tightly entangled with the Tang cavalry.

And more Tibetan cavalry brandished weapons and attacked Niu Jinda's army.

At this moment, there is no doubt that the goal of the Tubo cavalry is to reach the Chinese military tent!

The same is clearly true for the other two battlefields.

Groups of Tibetan cavalry completely separated the three battlefields.

The Tubo general actually wanted to capture the center of their three armies in one fell swoop!

Niu Jinda's face turned completely gloomy.

At this moment he

The plan that everyone came up with last night has been completely disrupted by the Tubo people's move.

After all, there were too many Tibetan soldiers, a total of 150,000.

Even a pile can kill them.

The offensive and defensive momentum of both sides changed instantly.

The pikemen are in front, the Mo Dao soldiers are defending, the crossbowmen are behind and I will cut them down, and the rest of the troops continue to attack the city! Niu Jinda's eyes were red.

Zhao Chen's whole body tensed up at this moment.

The swords of the Tibetan cavalry on the opposite side shone with cold light, and their horses rushed towards him with unmatched power.

This is the first time Zhao Chen has faced the threat of death at such a close distance.

He wanted to tell Niu Jinda that he had thought of a way to attack the city, but at this moment the Tubo cavalry was only a stone's throw away.

No matter how much you talk, you have to go back alive before talking!

The pikemen held up a three-foot-long spear in their hands, and the Mo Dao soldiers followed closely behind. The crossbowmen only had time to shoot two rounds of arrows.

The cavalry on the opposite side has already rushed to the front of the formation.

Hundreds of Tibetan cavalry howled under the rain of arrows, and were then trampled by the cavalry roaring behind them.

Thousands of pikemen pointed their spears outward, and their horses neighed and collided with their spears.

The tip of the spear penetrated the Tubo horse, and the huge impact knocked the spearman away.

In just a moment, the spearmen's formation was dispersed.

Hundreds of people were trampled to death in an instant under the hooves of the horses.

Then he ran into Mo Daobing head-on.

Although the spearmen's formation was dispersed, they stopped the Tubo cavalry's attack.

Mo Dao slashed horizontally, and the Tubo cavalrymen and horses were cut into two pieces.

The blood dyed the winter land red, and the hot blood condensed into pools of black under the low temperature.

It was so tragic that even the war horse couldn't restrain the fear in his heart.

One blow failed to penetrate the Tang army, and the Tibetan cavalry clearly refused to give up.

Disengaged from the flank, turned the horse's head, regrouped the troops at the rear, and once again rode towards Niu Jinda's central army.

As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of people.

The cavalry assemble, pass through from the left, and the rear troops line up to meet the enemy. Niu Jinda's cold voice sounded.