Chapter 681 If you can’t win, then join!

"The snow is getting heavier and heavier!"

"This is not a good sign!"

Mr. Xu was not in much better mood as he looked at the increasingly dense snow.

Although heavy snow will make the weather colder, as more snow accumulates on the ground, it is not easy to attack the city, and the difficulty of defending the city will also increase.

The place where the Northern Barbarians lived was cold in winter, and their ability to adapt to the bad weather was far above the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

In this kind of weather, the Northern Barbarians have taken advantage of some convenience in the weather.

The three elements that determine the victory of the war are the right time, the right place, and the harmony of people.

In the time of heaven, the Northern Barbarians have a slight advantage.

With a good location, they have a certain advantage in their tall walls of Longcheng.

As for people and harmony, Mr. Xu really can't tell who has the advantage.

The Northern Barbarians came from the south for the survival of the race. No one could make an accurate judgment without experiencing the combat power they could burst out.

Originally, Longcheng and Pingman City were mutually supportive. One side was attacked, while the other side would quickly send troops to support.

But the arrival of this heavy snowstorm gave Pingman City a discount on the support.

If you are not careful, reinforcements may be surrounded by the Northern Barbarians, thus causing losses to the generals.

"Marty, do you need to go to Pingman City?"

The personal guards who followed Mr. Xu spoke immediately after hearing Mr. Xu's feelings.

"it's useless!"

Mr. Xu waved his hand, "Beiman, you will definitely attack the city tomorrow. Even if you notify Pingman City now, it will be too late!"

"This kind of weather is more beneficial to the Beiman!"

"Also, it's not easy for the Beiman to break through Dragon City!"

With such weather, the situation of the Northern Barbarians will only be even worse.

Then, in order to move south as soon as possible and fight for a way out for more people, they must conquer the city and will do their best.

The next battle is not optimistic.

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Mr. Xu looked at the wind and snow for a while, then entered the Tibetan camp in the city gate tower, wrapped the felt tightly, and fell asleep next to the fire.

In Longcheng, Mr. Xu really did eat and live with his soldiers in the town, without any specialness.

Because he knew that unless the Northern Barbarians did not invade the south, it would be a race battle.

Relying on the court?

From the beginning, the court could not count on it.

The generals who led the troops had no blood. The most elite Northwest Town Army had all become the support of the eldest princess in power, and was her private soldiers.

As for the second camps in the north and south of the capital, they have been talking about rectification, but now they have not seen any achievements. Instead, they have struggled with the original weak foundation of the second camps in the north and south.

Mr. Xu wanted to destroy the Tang Dynasty royal family and change the world to a new look, but he did not want to use the sword of the alien race.

If you are not of my race, your heart will be different.

Over the years, the Northern Barbarians have been constantly coveting the Tang Dynasty, and have been defeated repeatedly and robbed the south repeatedly.

Previously, the Northern Barbarians broke the Huangfengkou Pass and ravaged Longxi Mansion, with hundreds of thousands of casualties.

Mr. Xu remembers this grudge.

As soon as the sky was dawn, the wind and snow were much heavier than last night.

Standing on the city wall, looking around, the Beiman Camp, which was vaguely visible last night, was completely unseen at this moment.

Visibility is only a few steps away.

"Beat the drum!"

The visibility is so low that if the Northern Barbarians took advantage of the wind and snow, they would probably not know if the people arrived at the city.

Mr. Xu decisively ordered that the drum of war sounded.

"Take the stone tool, put the turbulent oil tank!"

I don’t know if the Northern Barbarians have sent troops, but this does not prevent Mr. Xu from preventing any problems before they happen.

As his orders continued, the stone casters were unveiled to protect against snow and began to enter a launching state.

The turbulent oil tank is installed and ignite.

The machine sounded and the turbulent oil tanks were ejected.

It landed, exploded with a bang, and flames rose.

In the thick snow curtain, there was a faint red flame rising.

In the wind and snow, shrill screams drifted into the ears of everyone on the city wall with the sound of the wind.

The Northern Barbarians really came in the wind and snow.

However, they encountered this critical strike that fell from the sky.

Although I don’t know how many people the turbulent oil tank hit, and where the Beiman army was, at least one thing has been confirmed, that is, the Beiman really wants to steal the city.

"Continue to put the turbulent oil tank, get closer!"

Mr. Xu could not see the situation in the heavy snow, so he could only guess.

The stone catapult once again threw out the turbulent oil tank, and the discharge distance was much shortened.

Round after round!

The rising flames turned the outside of Longcheng into a sea of ​​fire.

The rolling high temperature made the falling snowflakes turn into steam directly.

Water mist actually rose between heaven and earth.

Although the mist was thin and dissipated quickly, taking advantage of this opportunity, the people on the city walls could see more or less clearly the scene outside the city.

The Northern Barbarian Army is less than two miles away from the walls of Longcheng.

If Mr. Xu had not made someone beat the drum as soon as he woke up and did not fire the tinder tank, the Beiman had already put the ladder on the city wall.

But now, all efforts of the Northern Barbarians have turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The only remaining siege ladders were destroyed and burned in the explosion and combustion of the tinder tank.

The Beiman now has no possibility of breaking through Longcheng.

When the turbulent oil tanks dropped in Longcheng were constantly smashing, Tuoba Aofeng knew that their Beiman was finished.

"king!"

Tuoba Aofeng's personal guard looked at Tuoba Aofeng who had fallen from his horse, his voice was desperate.

If they can't defeat Longcheng, they can't even go south smoothly.

Even though they abandoned their tribe members, there were more cities in the Tang people ahead of them, especially the devil of the Tang Dynasty.

"We, admit defeat and surrender!"

Tuoba Aofeng made a difficult decision.

Now he no longer wants to ask for the high priest of the Northern Barbarians.

Facing the savages coming from the north, the high priest was powerless.

Facing the Tang people's city, the high priest was still powerless.

The Northern Barbarians, it’s the end!

"King, the High Priest, please come over!"

Not long after Tuoba Aofeng made the decision, the Holy Guards beside the High Priest came again and brought the instructions of the High Priest.

Although Tuoba Aofeng was already desperate for the high priest, in the hearts of the Northern Barbarians, the high priest was still sacred. Even if they were on the verge of despair, they would think that this was God's test on them.

Tuoba Aofeng took a deep breath and said, "Okay!"

In fact, Tuoba Aofeng also wanted to know whether their high priest would agree with it when he made the decision to surrender to Mr. Xu.

In the high priest's tent, Tuoba Aofeng met the high priest again in the golden mask.

"If you can't win, then join!"

The high priest of the Northern Barbarians spoke lightly when he saw Tuoba Aofeng coming.
Chapter completed!