Chapter 307: Defend Zhang Sancheng (middle)

The seventy thousand Uighur army slowly stopped at the foot of the Yinshan Mountain. At this time, the sky was already dim and the castles on the mountain could not be seen clearly. However, the Uighurs had already learned in advance that the castles on the mountain had been occupied by the Tang army, and the army stopped at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the command of the general.

Jiegangas stared at the mountain with a gloomy face. In fact, he thought of this mountain since he sent troops, but he did not take it seriously. Can a fortress that can only accommodate hundreds of people still stop his 70,000 army from advancing? However, looking at the castle under the continuous mountains, the castle was the pass, and the momentum of tens of thousands of men was unfolded made Jiegangas a little regretful. This was his mistake, and the Tang army took the lead.

Although he regretted it, Jiegangas would never admit it. He pointed to the top of the mountain with a whip and said, "Take two thousand soldiers out of the way."

This was a test move. Soon, two thousand Uighur soldiers, led by the commander of the thousand men, climbed to the top of the mountain. Jiegangas looked up at the sky. There were dark clouds. I was afraid that the storm would come. He waved his hand and said, "The army was stationed on the spot."

Night gradually came, and the tents of the Uighur army were like mushrooms blooming at night, densely stationed at the foot of the Silver Mountain. But half an hour after the two thousand troops went up the mountain, another Uighur army of 10,000 people quietly went up the mountain.

The Tang army was ready on the mountain. More than 500 Tang army was divided into two teams. One team was led by Sun Muren and more than 200 scouts guarding the high ground. The other team was led by the guard Wang Zhanjiang and more than 300 Tang soldiers were stationed in the castle. Between the castle and the high ground, they paved a small path with stone slabs to facilitate the transportation of supplies.

Time passed slowly, and in the distance, the flames at the foot of the mountain were still burning. The Uighur army was quietly heading towards this side, and many torches were lined up toward the castle.

Suddenly, a rocket shot out from the mountainside, passing through the sky like a meteor. This was a signal from a scout ambushed on the mountainside, meaning that the Uighur army was only three miles away from the highlands.

"Did you see?"

Sun Muren pointed to the rocket and smiled: "The Uighur army is cunning. The torches are obviously seven or eight miles away from here, but in fact their vanguard troops have already taken one step ahead."

Another soldier also whispered: "The lieutenant said it well. If this calculation is made, I estimate that their number is not just a little bit of torches. Their ignitions are confusing us!"

Sun Muren nodded, "This brother is right. The Uighurs are in a hurry to cross the mountains. How could they take their attacks slowly? It must be the army that will be pressed. Everyone should be prepared."

Speaking of this, Sun Muren glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "I'll ask you one last time. This time we may die here. If you have old and young people in the family, you can go back to the castle or even go down the mountain. My Sun Muren will never force you."

He stared at everyone with bright eyes, and finally his eyes fell on Guan Ying. Guan Ying's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but finally lowered his head.

"Fight for the country, die as much as possible." A short Tang army stood up and bowed to Sun Muren and everyone, "I have an old father in my family. If I die in battle, please ask the lieutenant and brothers to burn me and bring the bones back to my hometown in Yan'an County. Thank you for yourselves here."

Sun Muren's nose suddenly became sore, and he also shouted: "I have a son in my hometown. If I die, please send a message to my son. His father sacrificed his life for the country. He was a man of the Tang Dynasty who stood up to the sky and asked him to straighten his waist."

As soon as he finished speaking, another rocket soared into the sky. Everyone suddenly became nervous. The Uighur army was coming so fast that it had arrived a mile away. Sun Muren immediately shouted in a low voice: "Don't panic, everyone, go back to their seats and listen to my orders."

Under his dispatch, the Tang army soldiers began to calm down and returned to the pre-allocated seats, with their gazes opened and their eyes fixed on the front.

It was already midnight, and the mountains were pitch black without a trace of wind. The solemn and sultry air indicates that the storm was coming. Suddenly, a dazzling light broke through the clouds. In an instant, branches of lightning illuminated the ridges. Three hundred steps away, many black shadows crawled over, tall and stout, each with a hideous face. Holding a shield, the black crowd climbed over the ravines and rushed towards the stone walls. Thunder rumbling in the valley, and heavy rain began to pour down.

The arrows roared like raindrops, dinging on the stone wall, stirring up sparks of sparks, and the attack of the Uighur army began, but the Tang army's position was still silent, with lightning flashes across the sky, and there was no Tang army in the heavy rain. The rough wall seemed to be built for some kind of religious ceremony. Under the illumination of white and bright lightning, it was extremely terrifying.

The Uighurs stopped attacking, and the invisible pressure made the hundreds of people in front seem a little panicked and at a loss, but their stillness was only a moment. Soon, in the roars of wild wolfs of the commander, the Uighurs continued to rush forward with spears and shields.

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One hundred and twenty steps, Sun Muren's heart was about to jump out of nervousness. This was his first time commanding an army to fight. Although there were only two hundred people, the responsibility and pressure made the man breathless. The sweat and rain on his face were mixed together, and he lost his sight again and again.

Another lightning flash came, and the light made him see the location of the Uighurs clearly, and he had reached the edge of the strange rock that was marked a hundred steps away.

"Shoot!" He shouted. Because of his excessive force, the shouting almost tore his vocal cords apart. The Tang army's counterattack began. Arrows were like rain, and stones were smashed head-on like hail. In the thunder, a wail and tragic sound came from the ridges. The hundreds of Uighur soldiers who were leading the way were instantly shot or were knocked down by rolled stones. The fear of death caused the Uighur army in the front to shake. They turned around and ran back, but were soon forced by the officers, retreated, and came up again. This came and went several times, just like a wave, and stopped moving to the top.

On the contrary, the enemy's retreat gave the Tang army great courage. They gradually forgot their fear and cooperated more and more tacitly. They began to use weapons selectively and no longer shoot at the panic at the beginning. When the enemy retreated, he stopped shooting and even joked with each other, describing himself as playing in the sky bath.

But Sun Muren's face became more and more serious. The number of deaths in the enemy's subsequent few times decreased rapidly than at the beginning. It was obvious that the Uighurs gradually found the rhythm of attack, and he was deeply worried.

Sure enough, the Uighurs quickly found a new way to attack. He cut down big trees, and the lush branches and leaves were not removed. More than a dozen people held the other end, five or six big trees lined up, slowly advancing, forming a thick tree wall. The arrows were hindered by the branches and leaves, and the big rocks were removed. The Tang army's counterattack began to be weak.

The Uighur army was getting closer and closer. The people in front were holding the trunks, and the people behind held up their shields to resist the rain of arrows shot from the parabola of the Tang army. They seemed to be a large group of wild beasts approaching the wall in black. Uighur soldiers kept getting arrows and dying, but someone immediately took over.

‘Ah!’ With a scream, the short Tang army was penetrated by an arrow through the crack of the rock and fell to the ground and died on the spot. Another scream was that a Tang army who was about to throw a stone was shot into the chest with an arrow and rolled down from the wooden frame.

The Uighur army was less than fifty steps away from the stone wall. Under the lightning, they came overwhelmed by the sky and lined up densely from the ridges, with at least thousands, or even tens of thousands of people. The wolf head painted on the shield was clearly visible.

"Mu, no, let's withdraw back to the castle!" Guan Ying shouted desperately in the heavy rain.

Sun Muren's eyes were grim and terrifying. The enemy was too close. Retreat now was equivalent to exposing his back to the enemy. But if they did not retreat, they would wipe out the entire army. The strong sense of responsibility made him lose his choice. He pulled out his knife and roared, jumped out of the stone wall, "Brothers, cut down these turtle grandsons with a knife."

Dozens of Tang soldiers were also infected by him, and they drew their swords and rushed up. The mountain road was narrow and only a dozen people were allowed to walk side by side. The Uighur army in the front was frightened by the sudden Tang army. They threw down the trunks and fought in a hurry. However, the Tang army rushing up was extremely violent and was chopped over twenty in a row. However, the Uighur army behind rushed over like a wave, rushing the Tang army into two sections, cutting off the return of more than a dozen Tang soldiers including Sun Muren.

The Tang army around him was constantly killed, but Sun Muren was not afraid at all. He held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other hand to block the enemy's random knife. He saw that no one of the Tang army retreated. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry, and roared: "Do you turtle grandsons want me to die in vain?"

Guan Ying stared at him blankly, looking at his face that had no hope but wanted to die, tears flowed out of his eyes, no! He shouldn't die, at least he could not die so lonely. Suddenly, the courage of the Han people hidden deep in his heart was slowly aroused,

He pulled out his long sword and laughed wildly, "Brothers, it's time to be loyal to the country."
Chapter completed!