The Longest Day in Chang’an

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Talking and talking, Xiao Gui has stood up again, and he walked forward with the crossbow. Zhang Xiaojing neither dared to pull the hanging knife, nor dared to withdraw, and was forced to retreat step by step, and soon a bang on the back hit the door frame.

Kaiyuan twenty-three years, July 14, at noon.

Anxidu Hufu, dial thirty miles north of the city, Fengsui Fort.

There is no cloud or wind, there is only a round of shining sun in the sky, and there is unlimited heat thrown at this land. The whole desert is fumigated like a cage, and the sand is hot, but in any case, it can not steam away the thick **** and corpse smell floating in the air.

The dragon flag was drooping on the flagpole that had been split in half, and was already smoked by the wolf so that it could not see the color. The dilapidated city castells were piled up with corpses up and down, and there were cavalrymen of the Turkic Turkmen Rush Division and Tang army. No one collected the corpses for them, because almost no one was there.

There were only a dozen soldiers who were really panting. Their robe was dirty, and even the bun was partly scattered, and it looked like a barbarian. These people were lying in the shadow of the half-destroyed tower, trying to avoid direct sunlight, and only one person was rummaging around in the pile of corpses outside.

Zhang Xiaojing leaned over and picked up a ring-headed knife, and found that the blade had collapsed, shook his head and threw it away, and found a spear. Zhang Xiaojing had to remove the tip of his spear, thrust it into his arms, and glanced around to search for a suitable wooden pole.

"I said, don't you rest quickly, what's going on outside?" Wen Wuji shouted hoarsely, hiding in the shadow of a broken wall.

"The soldier's blades are all curled up, and you can't use your teeth when you start fighting, don't you use your teeth?" Zhang Xiaojing refused to come back and continued rummaging through the corpse. Wen Wuji and the other veterans lying in the shadows all laughed: "Come on. Are there any weapons, how different can they be?"

They have been working hard for nine days. An eighth capital **** with three hundred people in full is now dead, leaving only thirteen, and even the captain has died in battle. The Turks attacked the next time, I am afraid that no one can sustain it. At this time, people will become open-minded instead.

"Zhang Datou, if you still have strength, you might as well look for mint leaves for me, your hands are a bit unstable."

At the highest point of the watchtower, a dry, thin arched archer shouted. He was tying a bowstring to a bow again, because pulling too many times, his tiger's mouth had already cracked. Zhang Xiaojing raised his head: "Xiao Gui, how many have you killed?"

"Twenty-three."

"It's enough to kill twenty-five. I'll take one for you."

"You can't give me the **** first? I'm afraid you haven't lived to that moment." Xiao Gui scolded.

"Wait for me to pick you from the dead man's mouth."

Zhang Xiaojing looked up to see the height of the sun. At noon the Turks generally did not launch an offensive, and it was too late. These people still have at least one hour to live. So he wiped his sweat and looked down again.

Before long, he returned to the shadow with two spears, three short knives, and an arrow, and threw it to the ground, lying down and breathing directly. Wen Wuji threw him a water sac, and Zhang Xiaojing poured it into his mouth. Only four or five drops of water came out and touched the tip of his tongue, just like agar. Everyone around me subconsciously licked his chapped lips, but it was a pity that there was no trickle in his pocket.

"The smoke is burning all day and night. Even if the reinforcements of Duhu Palace climbed, did they climb to it?" Said a soldier. Wen Wuji narrowed his eyes and said: "It's hard to say that Turkic's movements are not small this time, maybe the city is also playing there."

There was silence in the shadows, and everyone understood what this meant. Once the exchange city is in a stalemate, there will be no rescue here. Wen Wuji looked around and suddenly sighed: "Let's go to the Western Regions far away, it is estimated that we can't go back. The brothers have said well, those who survived may be responsible for collecting the corpses and returning them to the hometown. "

Zhang Xiaojing leaned against the ruins and said: "You want to be beautiful. Lao Wang has to be sent back to Hedong, Lao Fan has to be sent back to Jiannan, and there are Gan Xiaowei, Liu Wenban, Song Sixteen, Du Po Luo ... I ’ve been back home for a few years and wo n’t be able to line you up. Take the salted corpse earlier, wait slowly. ”

Wen Wuji approached the pile of tattered weapons and picked them up one by one to check: "Actually, it doesn't matter if I go back or not, I should be loyal to the country. Any of you who survived, remember to marry my daughter and save her from being alone. "

"What's your daughter like to look like you? I'd rather kill the Turkic people to death."

Another soldier shouted, causing a feeble laugh. The word death seemed to be numb by the sun, and everyone talked easily, as if they were a group of young scholars walking in spring.

Wen Wuji shouted twice: "Hey, you don't know, the ancestral perfumery skills of our Wen family are all in her hands. I heard that in Chang'an, a rue can be sold for fifty, and you two open a shop. , That ’s what Jinshan is bound for. "

"Have you been to Chang'an City? What does that look like? I heard that the palace is bigger than this desert."

"Babbling! Where can I find such a big roof. But I heard that there are 108 squares in the city! The place is very big!" Wen Wuji said proudly.

Everyone exclaimed that Guizi was no more than a dozen square meters. Someone is fascinated: "If you survive, you should really go to Chang'an to see the world of flowers. It's better to catch up with your daughter to open the incense shop. Collect money. "

Wen Wuji laughed: "If you don't accept, don't accept, you all come, and give you a cup of Xinfeng wine to give you these cubs to try. Our brothers from the eighth regiment are gathering together in Chang'an."

"I'm going to Qinglou, I haven't touched a woman yet!"

"I want to buy a box of flowers for my mother. She has never bought gouache in her life!"

"Every square eats one day, I can even eat 108 days!"

"Go to Chang'an! Go to Chang'an! Go to Chang'an!" A group of people said happily, knocking the stone with the scabbard and cheering.

Zhang Xiaojing felt sour for a while, and suddenly said: "Old Wen, you might as well go first, go back and take care of your daughter, and you are not alone here." Others also opened their mouths and told him to go back. Speaking of it later, someone suddenly said, "While the Turks haven't come yet, let's just withdraw."

Everyone shut up at once. This idea haunted many people for a long time, but no one dared to say it. On this topic, someone finally broke the window paper. Right now the reinforcements are coming slowly, but the enemy is gathering more and more. The remaining people, whether they are defending or not, are actually no different.

Unexpectedly, Wuji's face fell, and he said sharply, "Who said? Stand up!" No one took this. Wen Wuji shoved the arrow into the ground: "The military order we took was to stay in Fengshui City. No action, no camera, no action. It's a dead end. The city is lost after people die. Is this dead end?"

"No one is greedy for life or death. But it's all on this ..." Zhang Xiaojing summoned the courage to try to explain.

Wen Wuji raised his arm and swung to his back: "Let's step back, we are going to change the city, and there are Shayan, Guizi, and the whole Anxi guard house. Everyone thinks so, this battle can't fight Fight? You have n’t seen how tough Turkic people are! "Zhang Xiaojing had to say something, he turned around angrily:" Anyway, I want to withdraw you, I will stay here, this is Datang's Homeland! I will not go anywhere! "

He extended his right fist and thumped it heavily on his left shoulder. This is the call sign ceremony of the eighth regiment, meaning "nine dead without regret". Everyone looked awkward and made the same gesture, making Zhang Xiaojing quite embarrassed.

Xiao Gui shouted lazily on the top of the building: "I said, why do you bother with you, can you please send someone to send a bundle of arrows?" He sent a step in time, Zhang Xiaojing quickly put Wen Wuji on the ground. The arrow was pulled out and sent up to the tower.

Xiao Gu took the arrow and glanced at his eyes: "This one is not straight, you give it a shot." He saw Zhang Xiaojing not talking, and scolded again: "Zhang Datou, you are really a pig brain, knowing that old smelled that Why do you still deliberately provoke your temper? "Zhang Xiaojing took the arrow and refused to accept the air:" It's not me withdrawing! I persuaded him to go. His wife died early, how old are the children at home? "

"The mammoth shroud in the battlefield, that's the duty of a soldier. Letting this flag not fall before we die, even if we don't lose the grace, what do you want to do so much?"

He said it lightly, but expressed the same meaning as Wen Wuji. This is the land of Datang, and he will never withdraw. Zhang Xiaojing stared at him: "Look at your usual laziness, actually say the same thing-are you afraid of death?"

Xiao Gui raised his head, his face leaning against the flagpole was meaningless: "I'm more afraid of chewing without mint leaves."

"It's done, I've searched all over, there's nothing left!"

Xiao Gui gave up the request and continued to stretch his bowstring cross-legged. Zhang Xiaojing sighed with arrows and said, "I have no father and no mother, no children and no daughters, and I don't have to worry about dying. Old Wen Mingming has a daughter, I remember you still have a sister in Guangwu? Why don't you do it? go?"

"It's better to stay here and die than fighting at home." Xiao Gui slowly said, "Every one of us has to be negative for our choice ..." His head suddenly shifted a little to the left, " ……responsibility".

At the next moment, a long arrow rubbed Xiao Gu's ear and nailed it firmly in the crack of the stone wall.

"Come!" Xiao Gui jumped up from the ground and dragged his longbow to stand next to the female wall. Zhang Xiaojing hurriedly warned the people below. Wen Wuji and others got up and picked up their arms and gathered here.

Unexpectedly, the Turks actually started in advance. It seems that they are also very anxious about the situation of being unable to open under Fengsui City. Xiao Gui's eyesight was so good, he put his pergola on his hand and saw that more than thirty cavalry galloping gallops were galloping towards this side, and Huang Sha raised behind him, less to say there were one or two hundred riding.

"Big head, come and help me!" Xiao Gui got up from the women's wall and stood straight into a standard shot.

Zhang Xiaojing held a knife and a shield and guarded him firmly. Xiao Jiu bowed his hand, and his arrow hit his head, and immediately three cavalrymen fell from the horse. The other flying riders spread out quickly, striking back with a bow. However, the range was too far, Gong Yafei flew in front of Xiao Gu, his strength was slowed, and Zhang Xiaojing was blocked one by one.

Xiao Gui practiced good archery and stood at a high place, farther than the Turks who were skilled at bow horses. But he must maintain an upright posture, no cover, and can only be handed over to others for protection. Wen Wuji also stepped up, and stood next to Xiao Gui with Zhang Xiaojing, preparing for a more intensive attack. Others stayed under the watchtower.

Tang Jun now has only a dozen people, and it is impossible to expect them to hold the entire Fengsui Fort. So they shrunk the line of defense to this corner fort on the southeast side. This corner fort is the commanding height of the city. Xiao Gui is at a high level and maintains a deterrent effect on the whole city. Others surround him and the fort to prevent the enemy from approaching.

As long as Xiao Gui's bow was still ringing, the Turks could not enter the city with peace of mind.

This is the most helpless tactical choice and the only effective way for the remnant army.

After the Turks lost seven or eight knights, the main force finally rushed to the side of the fort. These Turkic knights leapt over the collapsed stone wall and rushed towards the corner fort. They had figured out Tang Jun ’s tactics a few times before, knowing that she was fighting against the height of Jorge with pure bow and arrows, and increased casualties. .

Xiao Gui repeatedly bowed, and soon his arms began to show signs of cramps-the previous drama had consumed too much physical strength. The blue muscles on his forehead flared, and he shot another arrow with his teeth, this time only hitting the foot of a Turkic soldier. This is a dangerous signal, Xiao Xiao had to temporarily stop to rest. Zhang Xiaojing and Wen Wuji stood on the high platform, resisting more and more arrows for him expressionlessly.

Taking advantage of this moment, the Turkic soldiers swarmed up and rushed up the **** beside the Fort. Suddenly two pieces of broken wall were smashed from a height, and immediately smashed five or six people in front of him. Then a dozen or so ragged Tang Juns rushed silently from all corners. They thumped their left shoulders with their right fists, and then fought against the Turkic soldiers.

Their movements are not as dexterous as the Turks, but their play is completely dead. If you do n’t have a knife, you can bite with your teeth; if you do n’t have legs, you can hold your hands to create opportunities for your companions. Everyone will shout hoarsely when they are fighting: "Go to Chang'an! Go to Chang'an! Go to Chang'an!" Soon, the call was repeated one after another, resounding through the entire Fengsuibao.

The Turkic offensive was actually miraculously pressed back in this voice again.

But this time the price is extremely high, and five Tang troops fell in the pool of blood, and the other survivors were almost unable to move.

"The eighth regiment, nine deaths without regrets!"

Xiao Gui shouted, shooting the last arrow quickly, and a Turkic soldier rolled across the city. He saw another turkish turkish crowd into the city, about thirty, knowing that the last moment had finally arrived.

Wen Wuji and Zhang Xiaojing looked at each other and nodded. The two quickly removed a stone slab, revealing a hole leading to the watchtower. Under the hole, a huge wooden barrel was pressed.

Xiao Gui snapped the big bow and then jumped down. The barrel was filled with the last fierce fiery thunder, which they specially prepared for the last moment. In the entire eighth regiment, only Xiao Gui would play with this dangerous thing.

"Thirty fingers!"

Xiao Gui said calmly that this was the shortest operating time to detonate a fiery thunder. Wen Wuji and Zhang Xiaojing nodded and turned back to pick up the shield and knife. They did not calculate how long they could last, anyway, until the dead.

The Turkic soldiers began to climb the tower like ants. The wounded downstairs all climbed up with their last strength, hoping to delay the enemy even for a short time. The Turkic soldiers mercilessly killed them, flung them away, and continued to climb. They only have one goal, that is the obtrusive Datang Dragon Banner.

It is a pity that there are two figures between them and Longqi.

Zhang Xiaojing had no physical strength anymore, and he was all supporting in one breath. His expression began to trance and his arm movements stiffened. A sound of breaking wind came, but Zhang Xiaojing's reaction was slow, and he did not immediately judge the direction of the attack.

"Be careful!" Wen Wuji shouted next to him, kicking him away with one foot, so that he avoided the killing arrow. At the same time, a Turkic soldier had climbed up to the watchtower and was aggressively cut with a sharp broad-blade saber. The knife cut the flesh, cut the bone, and cut off Wen Wuji's right leg.

Wen Wuji shouted loudly, hugged the Turkic soldiers with his last strength, and pushed hard, and the two fell downstairs. Zhang Xiaojing was frightened and went to see with a quick probe. He saw the two men clenched and fell on the pile of rubble. They didn't move, and their brains flowed out, and they were stained with yellow stone.

Zhang Xiaojing only felt the sound of "teng" in his mind, and a red heat flowed all over his body. He growled and dropped the small shield, leaving only a knife in his hand, his eyes full of blood, moving like a madness. The three soldiers who had just climbed upstairs were frightened by the sudden eruption, and Zhang Xiaojing cut his neck one by one. Three groups of blood waterfalls sprayed from the headless torso, splashing Zhang Xiaojing all over.

"It's almost time, there are fifteen fingers." Xiao Gui shouted in the hole, his hands kept moving.

But the knife in Zhang Xiaojing's hand collapsed completely, and the short burst just now had serious sequelae. Now he was running out of light and could only lean on the flagpole of the Dragon Banner, panting and sitting dead. Several Turkic soldiers climbed up again and rushed towards him in a fan shape.

At this moment, a dark layer of petrolatum flew through the cave and stained the Turkic soldiers. Xiao Xiao quickly jumped out of the hole and threw the spotted Ai Rong on them. These people immediately issued a sharp scream and turned into a few human-shaped torches falling from the top of the building.

Xiao Gui stumbled to Zhang Xiaojing's side and leaned beside the flagpole. He tilted his head, saw dozens of Turkic soldiers downstairs climbed up and smiled.

"There are seven fingertips. So many people are here, enough for this."

He took a rotten mint leaf from his arms and put it in his mouth, but his fingers suddenly spasmed violently, unable to catch at all. Zhang Xiaojing reluctantly raised his arm and helped him put it in his mouth:

"Where did you find it?" Zhang Xiaojing asked.