"Damn it, the more you fear death, the more you will die! You all will be fucked by me! Attack the enemy troops in the city together!"

Seeing a group of rebels howling along the siege ladder, Gu Shihan Tulubaihu, whose eyes were blood-red, roared and ordered loudly.

Seeing this great knight's murderous appearance, the defenders mustered up their courage, set up a defensive posture, and prepared to fight face to face with the enemy who climbed the city wall.

Looking down from the sky, you can see rebel soldiers shouting and jumping off the siege ladder, but they were immediately pinned by several defenders. Before they had gained a foothold, there were several fierce and fierce spears or whistling swords that immediately attacked from different directions at the same time, sending these rebels who had not yet had time to react to the situation to hell.

On the edge of the city wall in the north of Lhasa, a straight human body line was quickly filled with by the rebels' bodies.

During the crazy battle, the roars of the soldiers of the two armies and the screams of the injured were mixed, and they soared into the sky through the heavy snow.

However, as time went by, more and more rebels began to jump off the city walls, especially the elite infantry climbed up. Because they were wearing multi-layer armor, they had good protection and had heavy weapons in their hands. As soon as they entered the wall, they immediately slashed and killed.

With these powerful elite attacks, the semi-arc defender battle formation, which was originally closely surrounded, was constantly broken and deformed. For a moment, people in the defenders screamed and fell down from time to time. However, as soon as the warriors were killed and injured, new soldiers immediately filled up to prevent gaps in the formation.

At this point, the north wall of Lhasa City finally turned into a flesh-and-blood mill.

Countless rebel corpses and dead defenders were mixed with each other, lying all over the ground. The blood from both sides who fought to the death during their lifetime, finally flowed together. The rammed earth surface of the city wall, which was still dry, became extremely sticky due to the overlap of blood, but it was wet and slippery when it stepped on, and it was almost difficult to stand firm.

When these corpses stacked up and messed up each other, who is more noble than who is more humble than who is more?

At this time, Gu Shihan Tulubaihu, who was also rushing forward, gasping for breath, his throat was extremely thirsty, and on his black face covered with blood, many rebels surrounded by blood, and in his light brown eyes, he suddenly felt that in his heart, the original tension and fear seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

The scripture says that a soldier who dies loyally will be blessed by the gods and will definitely go to heaven after death.

Maybe, I will have such glory.

Heaven, heaven.

What a wonderful place.

If you can go there, there will be no pain, sorrow, war, disputes and fighting.

If I can really go to heaven, I really wish to do nothing there, I just wish to fall asleep for a long time and never wake up...

But this beautiful paradise, a bloody paradise, a paradise of bliss, a cruel paradise, a paradise of longing and longing, a paradise of superimposed disillusionment and hope can only be exchanged for the qualification to enter...

In a small corner of the Ximen City Wall, the rebels had already gained a great advantage. Although everyone was injured, the remaining guard soldiers who were forced into the corner were led by the blood-covered general, they still rose up and roared and launched a suicide attack on the rebels surrounding them from all directions.

After a short battle, the defenders were killed one after another. Three blood-stained spears stabbed the defender general at the same time, two stabbed in the abdomen and one stab in the chest.

The general let out a tragic howl. The severe pain made him faint. He was covered in blood on his chest and abdomen, and he wanted to muster up all his courage to launch his last attack on the rebels. At this time, a long sword covered with blood on the surface of the knife roared from behind him.

With a light crack, the extremely sharp sword passed straight through his neck. Under the rush of blood gushing like a pillar, his head suddenly jumped into the air.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that his head had been cut off and did not feel as painful as he imagined. At this moment, he suddenly felt his body become extremely light and transparent. He made a joyful cry like a bird and headed straight to the paradise hiding in the sky and clouds.

The cruel death of this general was just a small, insignificant microcosm of the entire defender fighting bravely on the city wall.

At this moment, there is no human favor, morality, conscience, or law, only fighting like a beast, only fighting to the death, only corpses piled up like mountains, only blood flowing into rivers, only swords, and only wailing near death. This is the real war, a cruel war, stripping away all the war that beautifies the bloody ones!

The battle against this Wusizang capital is so tragic and ruthless, life and death.

The defender general Tulubaihu, under the desperate protection of his personal soldiers, fought and retreated, and retreated by luck from the northern city wall where he was covered in blood.

Tulubaihu led the way and fought with the rebels himself at the top of the city. After killing and wounding more than a dozen rebels, he was shot in the thigh, blood was poured out. Seeing that the situation was not good, his guards tried their best to protect him and retreated from the city wall like a meat grinder.

However, although he was seriously injured, he retreated by chance, but he was not optimistic about the current situation at all.

Because he knew that the enemy was large and we were small, and if we could not defeat the enemy, the city of Lhasa would gradually fall and be irreversible.

Finally, he took a long breath and ordered coldly and clearly: "All archers obey orders and shoot arrows at the enemy on the city wall. Be sure to shoot all the rebels on the city wall!"

After Tulubaihu's order, all the defenders changed their faces instantly, and everyone's faces were full of shock and horror.

No?!

Now on the north wall, the enemy and us are fighting so hard that they are inseparable. If we shoot arrows like this, wouldn’t we be shooting both sides together?

This, this is simply...

Tulubaihu seemed to see through the hesitation in everyone's hearts, and he shouted sternly: "The war is urgent, please execute the order quickly! If there is any violation, kill it without any consequences!"

When all the archers immediately began to urgently load the arrows, the pain on Tulubaihu's face was as obvious as a knife, and the whole face showed inexplicable distortion.

Dear brothers, forgive me for being incompetent!

If the war hadn't been so urgent now, the northern wall of Lhasa City, which was related to the safety of the entire city of Lhasa, would have fallen into the hands of the rebels constantly coming. How could Ben Khan kill these brothers who were together day and night?

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless? When giving this order, who can know that he is actually heartbroken, but he is forced to calm down.

"Everyone is in place, prepare and set it off!"

This round of arrow rain attacks shot at least hundreds of rebels and soldiers from his side. The Fifth Dalai Lama and others watched the battle under the city. Seeing that the defenders used suicide attack methods to prevent the North Gate Wall from being occupied, they all changed their faces.

Unexpectedly, in order to defend the west wall, the defenders could use such ruthless means and use almost suicide attack tactics, which was completely beyond their expectations.

The fifth generation couldn't help but curse, "This damn Tulubaihu is not a human at all, but a group of devils, a group of the most cruel and vicious devils without any moral bottom line!"

When the rebels who were sieging the city were at a loss, with the continuous sound of bowstrings, another round of arrows roared out. The feather arrows shot out like the sinister sickle of the god of death, roaring and pounced towards the north gate wall where both sides were still fighting each other.

Screams that were not like human voices came continuously, and a large number of rebel soldiers fell to the ground and died instantly. At the same time, many soldiers in the Tibetan army guarding the city fell to the ground and died.

Seeing that the defenders were willing to take a battle stance of death, Gamu's face was filled with unstoppable shock.

No?

In order to defend the city of Lhasa, the defender Tulubaihu did not hesitate to take suicide defense measures to kill the enemy and us, and die together?

This person is really cruel and ruthless!

So, now that the defenders are so tenacious in resisting, what should they do next? Do they really want to retreat?

Gamu looked angry, but finally shook his head slowly.

No, we cannot retreat. Until now, the rebels have paid a high price of nearly 2,000 casualties. If we retreat, the casualties of these soldiers will really become worthless.

Moreover, now his army has obvious advantages, and the defenders on the north gate wall have obviously shown a stalemate. If the troops under his command work harder, it is absolutely possible to defeat them.

Besides, the defenders have even used undifferentiated attack methods for suicide, which means that they are forced to jump over the wall. Is the loss of the North Gate wall basically a foregone conclusion?

If you can't bear to leave your child and can't trap a wolf, victory is right in front of you, so how can you give up for nothing?

Thinking of this, a ruthless light flashed across Gamu's face, and he shouted loudly: "I will order the men to make them fearless and casualties. At any cost, we should wipe out the remaining defenders on the north wall as soon as possible and seize the north wall."

"I'm giving orders!"

Seeing that the army was about to turn and leave, Gamu called him again and said in a deep voice: "If we seize the northern city wall and immediately attack the defenders in the city, we dare to predict that the enemy will be brave enough to see the western city wall lost. Those archers will never dare to fight against our army again, and will only escape into the Potala Palace and survive. Therefore, our army will take this outer city of Lhasa!"

"yes!"

After receiving the command from the leader, his generals had no worries and drove their troops to attack again, hoping to seize the northern city wall as soon as possible.

The continuous rebels, holding shields in their hands, resisting the overwhelming crossbow arrows, constantly launching a tide-like offensive towards the remaining defenders and infantry on the city wall. Under their fierce and fierce attacks, the defenders on the city wall died faster and faster. They were constantly killed and fell down, and the area occupied became smaller and smaller. In the end, there were only more than fifty remaining defenders guarding the entrance of the horse road in the lower city.

At this point, more than a thousand defenders guarding the Ximen wall were basically killed in battle, and the rebels they killed several times, more than twice their own.

The weakest north gate wall of Lhasa City finally fell.

After paying for their unprecedented tragic sacrifice since the war, the rebels finally occupied the northern city wall, which had accumulated as many as a mountain of corpses, and had accumulated blood as high as inches, and were stained with blood from top to bottom, and finally achieved this costly victory.

After capturing the north wall, the rebels immediately followed Gamu's request and did not rest. Instead, they rushed down the city wall horse road like a tide, shouting and rushing towards the archers in the city.

Seeing the surging rebels, Tulubaihu sighed and ordered loudly: "All of them follow the orders, retreat to the inner city of Potala Palace to defend, and continue to fight the rebels to the end!"

As the rebels surged down the walls of the outer city, Tulubaihu finally led all the remaining troops to retreat into the inner city, and then pulled up the suspension bridge and blocked the city gate.

The inner city of Potala Palace has been repaired by the Khan of all generations and is an extremely important castle. It can be divided into two levels, including the Red Palace and the White Palace, each with hundreds of rooms. They are all very strong fortresses with good defensive measures available.

In the past, the fifth Dalai Lama lived in the White House, and in Gu Shishi Khan, he lived in the Red Palace. However, most of the time, Gu Shihan was in the Khan Palace at the foot of the mountain.

In the previous battle to capture Lhasa City, his son Yileduqi underestimated the enemy and thought that he could only defend the outer city. Unexpectedly, after Tulubaihu took advantage of the opportunity, he had no more troops to retreat to the inner city, and the remaining soldiers and horses were blocked outside the inner city gate. This allowed Tulubaihu to successfully take Lhasa, and Yileduqi had to hang a beam in the Khan's palace to commit suicide.

Gu Shihan naturally remembered this lesson, so after the north wall was lost, he immediately ordered the entire army to retreat to the inner city, and always had a little hope to save.

At this point, this extremely bloody and cruel battle to guard the outer city of Lhasa was finally over.

The heavy snow was still flying down, but the sound of chopping and shouting had disappeared without a trace. It seemed that there was a vast white area between heaven and earth.

At this time, seeing that the outer city of Lhasa Fort had been captured by his own soldiers, Gamu, who received the news in the central army's tent, could no longer contain his joy. He immediately left the central army's tent, entered the city from the east gate, and personally came to the outer city of Lhasa Fort to inspect the battle situation.

He looked around and could see that in the drizzling weather, the corpses of both sides were piled up on the north gate wall, and the flowing blood hangs upside down from the city wall, like a scary and freehand abstract painting. In the cold weather, the blood has long frozen into a dark red solidified shape, and only endless flying snow has gradually covered all this.

A severe stinging sensation deeply stimulated Gamu's heart.
Chapter completed!