Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

Chapter 681: If you can't win, then join in!

"The snow is getting bigger and bigger!"

"This is not a good sign!"

Mr. Xu looked at the denser and denser goose feathers, but he didn't feel much better.

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

The place where the Northern Barbarians live is cold in winter, and their ability to adapt to bad weather is far higher than that of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

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

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

At times, Beiman has a slight advantage.

They have a good location, sitting on the tall walls of Dragon City, and they have a certain advantage.

As for harmony, Mr. Xu really couldn't tell who was more dominant.

The Northern Man came to the south for the survival of the race, and the combat power they could burst out, without personal experience, no one could give an accurate judgment.

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

But the arrival of this heavy snowstorm gave Pingman City's support a discount to the boss.

If you are not careful, the reinforcements may fall into the siege of the Northern Barbarian, which will damage your soldiers and break your generals.

"Master Hou, do you need a trip to Pingman City?"

The guards who followed Mr. Xu immediately spoke empathetically when he heard Mr. Xu's emotions.

"it's useless!"

Mr. Xu waved his hand, "Beiban, tomorrow will inevitably attack the city on a large scale, and now even if Pingman City is notified, it is too late!"

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

"Also, Beiman wants to break the Dragon City, it is not a simple matter!"

In such weather, Beiman's situation would only be worse.

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

The next battle is not optimistic.

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Father Xu watched the wind and snow for a while, then entered the Tibetan soldiers cave in the city gate, wrapped the felt tightly, and fell asleep next to the fire.

In Longcheng, Mr. Xu really managed to eat and live with the soldiers and soldiers of the town under his command, without the slightest specialness.

Because he knew that unless the Northern Barbarian did not invade south, it would really be a battle of races.

Count on the court?

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

The leading generals were not vigorous, and the most elite Northwestern Army, all became the support of the Grand Princess in power, and were her private soldiers.

As for the North and South Second Battalions in the capital, they have been talking about rectification, but up to now, they have not seen any results. On the contrary, they have tossed the original weak foundation of the North and South Second Battalions.

Mr. Xu wanted to destroy the Tang Dynasty imperial family and change the world to a new face, but he didn't want to use the blade of a foreign race.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

For many years, the Beiman has been coveting the world of Datang, repeatedly defeated, and repeatedly invaded and plundered southward.

Prior to this, Beiman broke through Huangfengkou Pass and ravaged Longxi Mansion, killing and wounding hundreds of thousands of people without knowing it.

Old man Xu remembers this hatred.

As soon as it dawned, the wind and snow were much heavier than last night.

Standing on the city wall, looking around, the Northern Barbarian Camp, which was still vaguely visible last night, was completely invisible at this moment.

Visibility is only a few steps away.

"Drumming!"

Visibility is so low, if Beiman took advantage of the wind and snow to attack, they would not know if someone had reached the city.

Mr. Xu decisively gave the order, letting the drum of war sounded.

"Catapult, throw in kerosene tank!"

I don't know if Beiman has dispatched troops, but this does not prevent Mr. Xu from taking preventive measures.

As his orders continued, the slings were lifted from the snow-proof curtain and began to launch.

The kerosene tank is installed and ignited.

The machine's amplification sounded, and the fire oil tanks were thrown out one by one.

Falling to the ground, it bursts loudly, and the flames rise.

In the thick snow curtain, a faint red flame rose.

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

The Northern Barbarian, 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 fire oil tank's projection, and where the Northern Barbarian army was, at least one thing has been determined, that is, the Beiman really wants to steal the city.

"Fire oil tank, continue to put in, get closer!"

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

The catapult was once again thrown out of the kerosene tank, and the throwing distance was shortened a lot.

Round after round!

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

The billowing high temperature turned the falling snow into steam directly.

Between the heaven and the earth, water mist actually rose up.

Although the mist was thin and quickly dissipated, taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone on the wall could 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 didn't let people beat the drums immediately after waking up, and didn't launch the fire oil cans, Beiman had already erected the ladder on the city wall.

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

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

The Beiman now has no possibility of breaking through the Dragon City.

When the kerosene tanks dropped in Dragon City kept dropping, Tuoba Aofeng knew that they were all over.

"king!"

Tuoba Aofeng's guards looked at Tuoba Aofeng who had fallen from the horse, with a desperate voice.

They couldn't beat Dragon City, they didn't even want to go south smoothly.

Even if these people abandon their clansmen, there are more cities in the Tang Dynasty 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 see their North Barbarian High Priest.

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

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

Beiman, it's over!

"King, the high priest invites you to come over!"

Not long after Tuoba Aofeng made a decision, the holy guard next to the high priest came again and brought the high priest's instructions.

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

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

In fact, Tuoba Aofeng also wanted to know if their high priest would approve of the decision to surrender to Father Xu.

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

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

The North Man high priest saw Tuoba Aofeng coming, and said lightly.

(End of this chapter)