The Great Tang: World Martial God

Chapter 1005: : Short victory

The retreating torrent rolled away, leaving corpses all over the ground.

The blood was gurgling, soaking the red moat, and the river of blood that was dyed red gave off a strong smell of blood.

Broken bodies covered the front of the city, and the stacked walls of the corpses were ten feet high. The broken wood of the ladder was either buried in the corpses, exposing a sharp section, or hanging half of the corpse hanging alone in the mud.

The flesh and blood of the corpse that had been crushed by the cinnamon wood was squeezed out of the internal organs, flowing colorfully all over the place.

The breeze whipped the strongest blood scent on the ground, and sent it to the top of the city, digging into the nose of the general attic at the top of the city.

The big hand holding the handle of the knife slowly relaxed, only to find that the handle was full of sticky blood stains and cold sweat.

Withdrawing his large hands, he squeezed comfortably in the air, with a low voice.

"Return?"

It seemed that he hadn't expected this menacing wave to withdraw so hastily, and there was a touch of suspicion in his tone.

The lieutenant beside him looked at the already empty area under the city, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Win!"

"Let's guard it!"

There was obviously a touch of joy and melancholy in the reply.

Roar~

The soldiers around suddenly cheered.

"Won! We won!"

"We repelled the Tang army's offensive and withstood the offensive!"

"Long live Goguryeo! General Mu Shenwu!"

There was a joyful smile on the blood-stained face, and regardless of the blood, many soldiers hugged each other, beating each other's backs, and enjoying the joy of the rest of their lives.

Someone raised the **** sword high in the air, hissing and screaming Mu Dongjiao's name, cheering for the mighty general.

The loyal soldiers who believe in the longevity have already tore off the broken nails, looked up at the sky, put their blood-stained hands together, tears in the corners of their eyes, bowed religiously, and kept chanting, "Longevity, benevolence" and other things. Discourse.

Mu Dongjiao stared at the figure on the chariot 500 meters away.

He wore silver armor and stayed still, and the figure leaning on the seat looked particularly leisurely. It seemed that the battle just now was what he expected.

Although he couldn't see the silver armored general Tang's face, Mu Dong Jiao could only feel that a deep gaze passed through this piece of falling dust and looked straight at himself.

Unable to bear it, Mu Dongjiao shuddered, and there was a sense of anxiety in his heart.

Intuition tells him that this battle has just begun...

...

The mighty army dispersed, the raised dust slowly fell, and the figure on the city's head was still tall and straight.

The ornate umbrella cover of the chariot concealed the sunlight, enveloping Tang Hao's figure in the darkness.

Twist your body and sit in a comfortable position.

Beside, there was the sound of horses coming.

Wu Tongle passed the crotch and the horse slowly approached, and a low voice sounded.

"It is clear through investigation. There are four springs in the moat, and the rushing is continuous. The living water of the entire city depends on the supply of springs."

The slightly frowning brows suddenly stretched, and Tang Hao's doubts were solved in an instant.

Just now he wanted to throw grease into the city, but there was information secretly that the living water of the Dawangcheng did not come from Liaoshui.

Tang Hao would definitely not do things that had failed in his demise, nor did he let the soldiers who carried the wooden barrels hidden in the cavalry risk being discovered by the soldiers of the arrow tower and sprinkle them down the city.

Wu Tong's voice sounded again, like a supplement after thinking.

"There is a gate in the waters entering the city, it's open!"

"But if the grease is dropped, if it is found, the gate may be closed."

A glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and his heart was moved.

The rigorous King City is actually so rigorous in its water management. It seems that the previous instructions to force the onslaught have received some intelligence and came in handy.

Yuchi Jingde came up from the other side with his eyebrows twisted, clasped his fists, and whispered in a rare voice.

"General Tang, such strictly guarded waters, and the old fellow Mu Dongjiao has never left the city, I am afraid that this fire attack will be a bad idea."

"If we use shells to attack the city strongly, it is still safe."

Waved his hand to veto Yuchi Jingde's suggestion, Tang Hao slowly stood up holding the handrail.

The bright red reflected on the city wall was particularly dazzling. It was a blood wall poured out with the blood of the Tang Dynasty. Tang Hao's fist was clenched out of thin air, beating on the railing in front of the sound.

A chill floated on that handsome face, and hatred gleamed in his bright eyes.

"The dead soldiers can't die in vain. They have paid their lives to find out the situation of the river. We can't let these important clues go to waste."

"The plan remains the same. The artillery fire covers and disturbs the sight of the leaders of the city. The oil must be released, and the city still has to burn!"

After speaking, Tang Hao slowly turned his head and glanced at the silent Yuchi Jingde.

"The King's City is no better than others. The city is strong and deep, easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"Even if it is destroyed by artillery fire, even if the walls built with huge stones and clay are not effective!"

"Have you ever thought about the loss of personnel only by the force of a 100,000 army?"

With a slight sigh, Tang Hao stood with his hands behind him.

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. General Yuchi, those brothers who died, why don't I feel like a knife."

Yuchi Jingde swallowed hardly, his complexion slightly soothed, and bowed his hands.

"What General Tang said was that the general overestimated the power of artillery fire."

The Greatcloak flicked, and the words shook the three armies.

"Go on the catapult!"

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