"The snow is getting heavier and heavier!"
"This is not a good sign!"
Mr. Xu looked at the increasingly dense goose feather snow, and his mood did not feel much better.
Although heavy snow will make the weather colder and colder, as more and more snow accumulates on the ground, it will not be easy to attack the city, and the difficulty of defending the city will also increase.
Where the Northern Barbarians lived, winters were already very cold, and their ability to adapt to any type of bad weather was far superior to that of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.
In this kind of weather, the Northern Barbarians have certain advantages in terms of weather and timing.
The three elements that determine the victory of a war are the right time, the right location, and the right people.
At the right time, the Northern Barbarians had a slight advantage.
Due to their favorable location, sitting on the tall walls of Dragon City, they had a certain advantage.
As for harmony and harmony, Mr. Xu really couldn't tell who had the advantage.
The northern barbarians came south for the survival of the race. No one can make an accurate judgment about the combat power they can unleash without personal experience.
Originally, Dragon City and Pingman City were at the horns of each other. When one side was attacked, the other side would quickly send troops to support.
But with the arrival of this heavy snowstorm, Pingman City's support was greatly reduced.
If you are not careful, the reinforcements may fall into the siege of the Northern Barbarians and lose your troops and generals.
"Master Marquis, do you need me to take a trip to Pingman City?"
The personal guard following Mr. Xu heard Mr. Xu's emotion and immediately spoke empathetically.
"it's useless!"
Mr. Xu waved his hand, "Beiman will definitely launch a large-scale attack on the city tomorrow. Even if Pingman City is notified now, it is too late!"
"This kind of weather is more favorable to the Northern Barbarians!"
"Also, it is not an easy task for the Northern Barbarians to conquer Dragon City!"
With such weather, the situation of the Northern Barbarians will only become worse.
Then, in order to go south as soon as possible and fight for a way out for more people, they will definitely attack the city and will try their best.
The next battle is not optimistic.
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Mr. Xu watched the wind and snow for a while, then entered the soldier cave in the city gate tower, wrapped himself tightly in blankets, and fell asleep next to the fire.
In Longcheng, Mr. Xu really managed to live and eat with the soldiers under his command, without any special circumstances.
Because he knew that unless the Northern Barbarians stopped invading the south, it would really be a racial war.
Count on the court
From the beginning, the court could not count on it.
The generals who led the army were bloodless, and the most elite northwest army had all become the eldest princess's support for power, and they were her private soldiers.
As for the North and South Battalions in the capital, they have been talking about rectification, but up to now, no results have been seen. On the contrary, the weak foundation of the North and South Battalions has been torn to pieces.
Mr. Xu wants to destroy the Tang Dynasty royal family and change the world to a new look, but he does not want to use the blade of a foreign race.
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
For many years, the Northern Barbarians have been coveting the power of the Tang Dynasty. They have been defeated many times and invaded and plundered the south many times.
Previously, the Northern Barbarians broke through Huangfengkou Pass and ravaged Longxi Mansion, killing and injuring hundreds of thousands of people.
Mr. Xu remembers this grudge.
At dawn, the wind and snow were much heavier than last night.
Standing on the city wall and looking around, the Beiman camp, which was still vaguely visible last night, was completely invisible now.
Visibility is only a few steps away.
"Drum roll!"
The visibility was so low that if the Northern Barbarians took advantage of the wind and snow to make a sneak attack, they might not even know if someone arrived at the city.
Mr. Xu gave the decisive order and let the war drums sound.
"Sling, drop the canister of fire!"
I don’t know if the Northern Barbarians have already sent troops, but this does not prevent Mr. Xu from taking precautions before they happen.
As his order was conveyed, the catapults were lifted off the snow-proof curtains and began to enter the firing state.
The fire oil tank is installed and ignited.
The loudspeaker sounded, and the fire oil cans were thrown out one by one.
When it hit the ground, it burst into flames.
There were faint red flames rising in the thick snow.
In the wind and snow, shrill screams drifted into the ears of everyone on the city wall with the sound of wind.
The northern barbarians really came in the wind and snow.
However, they encountered this critical attack from the sky.
Although it is not known how many people were hit by the projection of the fire oil tank, and where in the Northern Barbarian army it hit, at least one thing has been determined, that is, the Northern Barbarians really want to steal the city.
"Fire oil tank, keep putting it in, the distance will get closer!"
Mr. Xu couldn't see the situation in the heavy snow, so he could only make guesses.
The catapult threw the fire oil can again, and the throw distance was shortened a lot.
Round after round!
The rising flames turned the outside of Dragon City into a sea of fire.
The rolling heat turned the falling snowflakes directly into steam.
Between the sky and the earth, water mist actually rose.
Although the mist was light and quickly dissipated, everyone on the city wall took advantage of this opportunity to more or less clearly see the scene outside the city.
The Northern Barbarian army was less than two miles away from the walls of Dragon City.
If Mr. Xu hadn't asked people to play drums and fire oil cans as soon as he woke up, Beiman would have already set up the ladder on the city wall.
But now, all the efforts of Beiman were turned into a sea of fire.
The few remaining siege ladders they had were destroyed and burned by the explosion and burning of fire oil tanks.
Now the Northern Barbarians have no possibility of breaking through Dragon City.
When the fire oil tanks dropped in Dragon City kept falling, Tuoba Aofeng knew that their Northern Barbarians were finished.
"king!"
Tuoba Aofeng's bodyguard looked at Tuoba Aofeng who fell from his horse, his voice filled with despair.
If they can't defeat Dragon City, they have no chance of moving south smoothly.
Even though they abandoned their clansmen, there were still more cities from the Tang Dynasty ahead of them, especially the devil from the Tang Dynasty.
"We admit defeat and surrender!"
Tuoba Aofeng made a difficult decision.
Now, he no longer wants to ask to see their Northern Barbarian high priest.
Facing the savages coming from the north, the high priest was helpless.
Facing the fortified city of the Tang Dynasty, the high priest was still powerless.
Beiman has come to an end!
"King, the high priest please come over!"
Not long after Tuoba Aofeng made his decision, the holy guards beside the high priest came again and brought the high priest's instructions.
Although Tuoba Aofeng has despaired of the high priest, in the hearts of the northern barbarians, the high priest is still sacred. Even if they are on the verge of despair, they will think that this is a test from God.
Tuoba Aofeng took a deep breath and said: "Okay!"
In fact, Tuoba Aofeng also wanted to know whether their high priest would agree with the decision to surrender to Mr. Xu.
In the high priest's camp, Tuoba Aofeng once again saw the high priest wearing a golden mask.
“If you can’t win, then join!”
The Northern Barbarian High Priest saw Tuoba Aofeng arriving and spoke calmly. (End of chapter)