The Great Tang: World Martial God

Countless hot air balloons appeared above the city like visitors from outside.

The Huns holding a scimitar froze and looked up at the sky with their necks up. Guo*'s face darkened by the thick smoke began to relax. One by one, the hot air balloons flew in the direction of Kucha, and Cheng Chu on the war horse gave a silent call. Under the command of the general, the generals made a bayonet breakthrough in the direction of the sunrise.

A mouthful of huge boxes accompanied the balloon to lower the flying height and was thrown down. After completing the delivery mission, the hot air balloon quickly withdrew by the airflow.

The big box landed near the city wall, and the sergeants ran fast. As soon as the box was opened, good fellow, the brand-new Ba Niu crossbow, the sharp arrows, and the gunpowder bag, it was a godsend.

At this moment, in addition to perseverance is to persevere. Chen Shu, with a heavy bandage on his face, gave a death order to the sergeants. The hot air balloon carrying Ba Niu crossbow indicates that Datang’s reinforcements will inevitably arrive within three days.

Since he holds a heavy machine in his hand, preserving his strength is the wisest and only choice at the moment. As long as it persists until the arrival of a large army of reinforcements, the next step is to counterattack. At present, it is to preserve the viable combat effectiveness to the greatest extent.

The Huns stopped moving, and the smoke that had been rising to the east disappeared instantly. Did the other party smell the breath too? Under the command of Chen Shu, the soldiers pushed out the crossbow and arrow machines that they were going to destroy from the houses to prevent the Huns from attacking at any time.

The battlefield was calm, only the westerly wind was whirring under the flag. Guo* swallowed the dry dry food into his stomach with a mouthful of water, his stomach swelling like a bulge.

Guo Ping's hand couldn't stop trembling, and Chen Shu on the side said, "Why don't you go see Guo Shuai."

Guo Ping was silent, he was a calibrator in the army, and in terms of rank, he had not yet reached the level of meeting the coach in person. A "don't go" spit out from his mouth.

The howling wind passed by, Dongyang River of Yuhuashan Academy appeared in front of him, and he saw Mr. Gongzu leading the heavy children to develop new weapons and machinery, and even for a moment, he wore a green robe and became one of them.

If this battle can return safely, I only hope that I can support my mother at home until she is old.

"No matter how strict the commander is, he is also your father. Go and take a look." Chen Shu mobilized, "If you don't go anymore, I'm afraid the yin and yang are separated."

"What?" Guo* was surprised, exclaiming in a hoarse voice.

Once a mountain-like person, after all the battles, even if he fell from the towering city wall, he was almost beaten off by the fierce Huns, and he still survived, isn't it true? . .

Guo Ping stopped his thoughts. Chen Shu calmly told him: "Guo Dashuai has gone. The shooting team sent by the Huns killed Guo Shuai. The doctor has tried his best and is still unable to recover."

The water bottle fell from his hand, and the ground under his feet was wet by the stream of water. Guo* didn't believe that a hero, an unkillable hero, eventually killed him with a sharp arrow that killed the eagle and falcon.

He didn't want to believe it, because there was nothing in the world that could crush his father. Along the way, Guo* even thought that when he returned to the palace, the marshal still ordered himself like he used to order soldiers.

It was not until entering the inner courtyard of the palace, several servants stepped their heads to whisper "Young Master", and Guo Xiaoke's painful and sorrowful voice came from the bedroom, and Guo* did not believe the fact that his father could not hold it anymore.

Guo Xiaoke was lying on the bed in a comatose state. The thick juice from the wound was inserted into a tube and drained out. The old steel hero seemed to shrink a lot, no different from the farmer in the suburbs of Chang'an. He had a gloomy face, except for the perennial calendar. The mighty temperament he was severely wounded had taken away all the bravery of this God of War.

Above the city's head not far away, the hurried horn made the severely wounded God of War open his eyes. When he opened his eyes, Guo* was holding a small spoon and feeding himself warm soup.

His chest was undulating drastically with his breathing. Guo Xiaoke glanced at the top of the city from the horn, and when he glanced at his son for the last time, what he wanted to say, the words stuck in his chest. Guo* didn't make a single glance, and the three heads knocked on his father's hospital bed, got up and walked to the place where the horn sounded.

There are only handsome soldiers on the battlefield, no father and son. After fighting this battle and returning to Chang'an City, Guo* will definitely take care of his mother. After all, the eldest brother is gone, and he has been the only support of the Guo family ever since.

The sky in the northern court was still sluggish, the sergeants raised eight crossbows, and Zhang Tingyue raised a big flag on the east side of the city wall. With the sad tunes of the Huns, the final desperate battle is about to begin.

Qiuci City is like a huge whirlpool, and the Huns can't hold it anymore. If the Tubo people are defeated by the Tang army, then a large number of well-equipped Tang army will be waiting for them, and they will be wiped out as if they were harvested.

A huge wooden shield was held by the fierce Huns and approached the city. Guo Xiaoke ordered Zhang Tingyue to move herself north to the head of the city.

The half moon rose, and cast a plain white light, illuminating the ground of Guo Xiaoke, just like when an actor called the curtain call, a huge spotlight was cast down.