Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"The snow is getting bigger and bigger!"

"That's not a good sign!"

Old man Xu was not in a much better mood when he looked at the increasingly dense snow with goose feathers.

Although heavy snow will make the weather colder and colder, with more and more snow 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 any kind of bad weather was far better than that of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

In this kind of weather, Beiman has a certain convenience in the sky.

The three elements that determine the victory of a war are timing, location, and people.

In the weather, the northern barbarians have a slight advantage.

The location is favorable, and they have a certain advantage sitting on the tall city walls of Longcheng.

As for Ren Ren, Mr. Xu really couldn't tell who had the upper hand.

They came from the north and the south for the survival of the race. No one can give an accurate judgment without experiencing the combat power that they can burst out.

Originally, the Dragon City and the Barbarian City were horns of each other. When one side was attacked, the other side would quickly send troops to support.

But the arrival of this blizzard made Pingman City's support discounted by the boss.

If you are not careful, the reinforcements may fall into the siege of the northern barbarians, thus causing the loss of troops.

"Master Hou, do you need to go to Pingman City?"

The guards who followed Old Man Xu heard his sigh, and immediately spoke with understanding.

"It's useless!"

Old Man Xu waved his hand, "Beijian, tomorrow will definitely attack the city in a big way. Even if we inform Pingman now, it's too late!"

"This kind of weather is more favorable to Beiman!"

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

With such weather, Beiman's situation will only get worse.

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

The next battle is not optimistic.

...

After watching the wind and snow for a while, Mr. Xu entered the Tibetan Soldier Cave in the city gate tower, wrapped himself in felt, and fell asleep beside the fire.

In Longcheng, Mr. Xu really managed to eat and live with the soldiers of the town army under his command, and there was nothing special about it.

Because he knew that unless the northern barbarians did not invade the south, otherwise, it would really be a war of races.

Count on the court?

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

The generals who lead the troops have no blood, and the most elite Northwest Town Army has all become the reliance of the First Princess in power, her private soldiers.

As for the North and South Second Battalion in the capital, they have always been talking about rectification, but until now, they have not seen any results.

Old Master Xu wanted to destroy the Tang Dynasty royal family, and wanted to change the face of the world, but he did not want to use the blade of an alien race.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

For many years, Beiman has been constantly coveting the Tang Dynasty, and has been defeated many times, and has repeatedly invaded and looted from the south.

Previously, Beiman broke through the Huangfengkou gate and ravaged the Longxi Mansion, killing and injuring hundreds of thousands of people.

This hatred, Mr. Xu remembers.

As soon as it was dawn, the snowstorm was much heavier than last night.

Standing on the city wall and looking around, the Beiman camp that was vaguely visible last night was completely invisible at this moment.

Visibility, only a few steps away.

"Drum!"

With such a low visibility, if Beiman sneaked a sneak attack in the wind and snow, they would not even know if someone arrived at the city.

Mr. Xu decisively ordered and let the drum of war be played.

"Sling, drop the kerosene cans!"

I don't know if Beiman has already sent troops, but this does not prevent Mr. Xu from taking precautions.

As his order was conveyed, the slings were lifted from the snow and began to launch.

The kerosene tank is installed and ignited.

The PA sounded, and the kerosene tanks were thrown out one by one.

It fell to the ground, exploded, and the flames rose.

In the thick snow curtain, faint red flames rose.

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

The northern barbarians really came in the wind and snow.

However, they encountered this crit that fell from the sky.

Although I don't know how many people were hit by the projection of the kerosene tank, and where did it hit the Beiman army, but at least one thing has been determined, that is, Beiman really wants to steal the city.

"The kerosene tank, continue to put in, the distance is getting closer!"

Mr. Xu couldn't see the situation in the heavy snow, and everything could only be guessed.

The catapult threw the kerosene tank again, and the throwing distance was shortened a lot.

Round after round!

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

The high temperature turned the falling snow into steam.

Between heaven and earth, a mist of water rose up.

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

The Beiman army was less than two miles away from the city walls of Longcheng.

If Mr. Xu hadn't had someone drumming or firing kerosene tanks as soon as he woke up, Beiman would have put the ladder on the city wall.

But now, all Beiman's efforts have turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Their only remaining siege ladder was destroyed and burned by the explosion and burning of the oil tank.

Now Beiman has no possibility of breaking Dragon City.

Tuoba Aofeng knew when the kerosene tanks dropped by Longcheng kept falling, and they were over.

"king!"

Tuoba Aofeng's bodyguard looked at Tuoba Aofeng who had fallen from his horse, his voice filled with despair.

If they can't break the Dragon City, they don't even think about going south smoothly.

Even if these people abandoned their clan, but in front of them, there are more cities of the Tang people, especially the devil of the Tang Dynasty.

"We, admit defeat, surrender!"

Tuoba Aofeng made a difficult decision.

Now, he doesn't want to go to see their northern barbarian high priest anymore.

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

Facing the fortified city of the Tang Dynasty, the high priest was still powerless.

Beiman, come to an end!

"King, the high priest, please come over!"

Not long after Tuoba Aofeng made his decision, the holy guard beside the high priest came again, bringing instructions from the high priest.

Although Tuoba Aofeng had despaired of the high priest, in the hearts of the northern barbarians, the high priest was still sacred, and even if they were on the brink of desperation, they would still think that this was a test from God.

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

In fact, Tuoba Aofeng also wanted to know if their high priest would agree with the decision to surrender to Old Master Xu.

In the tent of the high priest, Tuoba Aofeng saw the high priest with the golden mask again.

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

When the high priest of Beiman saw Tuoba Aofeng coming, he spoke lightly.