The Great Tang: World Martial God

"Repair all! Siege in two hours!"

Tang Hao returned to the camp with a loud stern, then dived into the camp.

When Chen Chumo heard the words, he was very surprised, and approached the account to ask.

"Brother Tang, do you have a way to break the city?"

Tang Hao smiled mysteriously, and said with a relaxed expression: "Wait and wait, the mountain man has a clever plan."

Looking at Tang Hao with an inscrutable expression, Chen Chumo couldn't help but said.

"Brother Tang, this Xiangcheng is not a small Tucheng. This city once belonged to the Great Sui Dynasty has a towering wall. If you attack by force, you will need at least several times the strength of your troops, and it will take a few days to capture it."

"Even if we attack the city forcibly according to the number of soldiers, let alone we only have 3,000 soldiers, even 6,000 soldiers may not be able to win! Not to mention that we are still a cavalry team."

Tang Hao listened to Chen Chumo's analysis with great interest, and said, "It's true, it's not advisable to attack by force."

Chen Chumo twisted his eyebrows and said, "There is a strategy, but the inside should fit the outside, but this city is full of Turkic people. I'm afraid this strategy won't work."

Chen Chumo really couldn't think of any tactics to attack the city. Looking at Tang Hao, who looked indifferent, he even suspected that Tang Hao was just delaying time, so he was imagining it.

Temporarily suppressing the messy thoughts in his heart, Cheng Chu silently wanted to see how Tang Hao would act after two hours.

However, during the two hours, Tang Hao just licked the dry food leisurely, completely leisurely and contented, like a okay person!

Time flies, and two hours will soon arrive.

Tang Hao got up and walked out of the big tent, shouting sharply.

"Everyone gets on the horse, ready to attack the city!"

"Rushing to the south gate of Xiangcheng, after reaching the city, the crossbowmen do their best to suppress the enemy army at the head of the city!"

After an order, everyone looked at each other and was shocked on the spot, all dumbfounded!

Only relying on crossbowmen to suppress this city will be broken?

Cheng Chumo was a little anxious, and hurriedly followed, pulling Tang Hao with worry and sadness on his face.

"Brother Tang! Confused! Even if we suppress the enemy army in this city, it won't help. We can't enter the city gate without equipment."

"This crossbow will run out sooner or later, let's... how long can we last?"

"What's more, if this method is useful, we can attack the city two hours ago!"

Tang Hao waved his hand and said.

"Brother Cheng, I have my own way to break the city, just do it."

Although Cheng Chumo was unwilling, but at this time Tang Hao was already the commander of this Qingqi, and he was his deputy, so he could only obey.

With a sigh, Chen Chumo was disappointed and shook his head and walked into the queue.

Tang Hao's expression stunned, he drew his sword from his waist, and said solemnly.

"For Datang! Kill!"

The military order is so!

The soldiers did not dare to say much, even if they were puzzled by Tang Hao's siege method, they could only swallow their stomachs.

After finishing the armor, the soldiers turned on their horses and responded in a deep voice.

"For Datang! Kill!"

Three thousand Qingqi, lined up in a neat line, rushed out of Eyang Ridge and approached the north and south of Xiangcheng.

At dusk, the sun sets.

On this broad field, three thousand elite soldiers stood proudly on the horse, lined up in a line-shaped queue, stepped on the ground, and charged towards Xiangcheng.

Under the vast wilderness, smoke and dust billowed, the Turkic soldiers at the head of the city discovered this cavalry team, and the sound of police drums broke the tranquility of the city.

"Enemy attack!"

Listening to the chaos outside, the young Turkic general put down the wine glass in his hand, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, hurried out of the house and collided with the centurion who came to report the letter, and asked.

"The Great Tang Army is here?"

The centurion said: "It's a team of cavalry, about 3,000 men and horses."

Hearing this, the young Turkic player Ashina Siyun let go of his tight heart, turned around and returned to the house, raised the wine glass on the table again, with a disdainful expression on his face, said.

"I have seen a warrior who is afraid of death, and I have never seen a stupid man who is going to die."

"Order to go down, everyone at the top of the city is ready to fight, let these reckless Datang sergeants taste the power of grassland bows and arrows!"

"promise!"

The centurion took the order and left the house.

Ashina Siyun greeted another brother Mo Shu who had just arrived to sit down, filled a cup, and raised it.

"Come and come, sip this cup, and later follow me to chop off the dog head of General Datang to kick the ball!"

Brother Moshu smiled heartily, took the wine glass, and said.

"These Datang sergeants actually sent cavalry to attack the city? It's so stupid!"

After drunk the wine in his hand, Ge Mo smiled squintingly, approached Ashina Siyun, and said.

"I heard that the general has a group of slaves in this city. I don't know if there are some female family members. I really want to taste this exotic atmosphere..."

Ashina Siyun laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry! I will send a few to your house tonight, come and come, eat meat and drink!"

There was joy in the house, and the three thousand cavalrymen were completely ignored.

After all, the two-foot-high city can't be broken by breaking it, let alone a city with three thousand cavalry breaking two thousand garrisons!

The blood-colored setting sun illuminates the throbbing battlefield of Xiangcheng.

Rows of Turkic soldiers stood on the front of the city, waiting in full battle. The sharp arrow on the curved bow in his hand is already on the string, and the gleaming arrow is aimed at the three thousand cavalry who are flying. Looking at these three thousand lambs to be slaughtered, he couldn't help but show a sneer.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

The centurion above the city head looked down at the menacing three thousand cavalrymen, and when they rushed to the range of the bow and arrow, he shouted.

"Let's release the arrow!"