Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

On the city wall, the faces of all the soldiers were extremely solemn.

According to the pre-war plan, they would spend 100,000 Tibetan troops in Fuqi City, and let Li Tong lead the main force of the Tang Army and the Shenji Battalion's Heavy Artillery Battalion to recover the occupied lands such as Heyuan, Chiling, and Dafeichuan.

What they didn't expect was that although they successfully attracted the Tibetan army, the number was 80,000 more than before.

180,000 Tibetan troops attacked the city, could they really hold it? Everyone's heart is heavy.

At this time, a loud laugh sounded, and everyone looked sideways, only to see Fan Xin holding his sword and shouting loudly.

"Brothers, the 180,000 troops are already all the elites of Tibet. How can we let them go if they appear here now?"

"Remember, kill one to save your capital, kill two to earn money. After you return, everyone will be promoted to two levels and rewarded with a hundred copper coins! Three generations of Mengyin descendants!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Under Fan Xin's generous reward, nearly 20,000 Tang Dynasty iron troops raised their weapons and roared, and their strong morale once overwhelmed the Tibetan army outside the city.

"Shut up!"

Signaling the army to stop, Chita raised his head and looked up at the city, frowning slightly. He was a little surprised that the Tang army still had such high morale at this time.

"Prime Minister, I am willing to lead the forward army to charge forward. Please grant me your permission!" Han Jie said with clasped fists.

"There is no rush." ​​Chita Feng Qingyun said calmly: "The art of war has it that the first is to attack the enemy with the enemy, then the second is to attack the enemy, the second is to attack the enemy, and then the second is to attack the city."

"Therefore, those who are good at using troops do not seize the enemy's troops, and capture the enemy's city instead of attacking it."

"Bringing those Tang army prisoners and civilians to the front of the battle line, Fan Xin has a reputation of loving the people like his own son. The real truth depends on how he chooses!"

"As expected of the prime minister, his methods are indeed brilliant. General, go and bring the prisoners up right now!" Han Jie climbed on the horse and ran towards the rear.

Soon the Tibetan people's move attracted the attention of the Tang army in the city. When everyone saw hundreds of Han people being led to kneel in front of the formation, their eyes were red.

"Listen to the Tang troops in the city! Our Prime Minister has said that if we want these Han prisoners alive, we must immediately open the city gate and surrender, otherwise we will kill them all!"

As soon as these words came out, the Tang army was in an uproar, and everyone showed indignation. They killed prisoners and mutilated the people. The Tubo beasts were really inhumane.

"My lord, the general is willing to lead a group of light cavalry out of the city to rescue. Please agree!" The hot-tempered Cao Wei immediately knelt down on the ground and asked for help.

Not only him, Jiang Ji, Ma Chong, Zhang Huan and other leading generals all knelt on the ground and begged in unison.

"Please give me your permission!"

Facing the generals' invitation to fight, Fan Xiantian sighed.

"This battle is related to the fate of the Tang Dynasty. I will not open the city gate just for some prisoners." Fan Xin changed his subject when he saw the generals and wanted to say more.

"Of course, it's not that easy for the Tubo people to kill me, the people of the Tang Dynasty. Six sons, go and bring the Tubo prisoners up!"

"I will obey your orders!"

Under the gaze of all the generals, Qian Niuwei escorted hundreds of beautifully dressed Tibetans onto the city wall in order to let the enemy troops on the opposite side see clearly.

All of these people were pinned down at the crenel, with a steel knife on each person's neck.

"Listen to the Tubo people opposite, our Duke has said that as long as you dare to harm a prisoner's hair, all of your royal family will be killed!"

"If you have some sense, let them go!"

In order to put more pressure on the Tubo people, Liuzi slapped Chidu's shoulder and threatened.

"Tell your brother to release the prisoners immediately, or this general will split you in half!"

"General, spare your life, I say, I say!"

Chidu's whole face was distorted because of the pain. In order to survive, he endured the pain and lay down on the crenel and shouted down.

"Brother, I am Chidu, release the Han prisoners quickly, or they will kill people!"

As soon as this voice fell, the Tubo army suddenly became commotion. No one expected that among the people captured by the Tang army, there were actually brothers of Prime Minister Chita.

I didn't expect that he, who has always been famous, would be so greedy for life and afraid of death.

Chita's face turned blue and white for a while, and he was trembling with anger. He never dreamed that this brother would be so useless.

Not only was he captured by the Tang army, but he also did something to shake the morale of the army when the army was about to attack the city.

"Hmph, this piece of trash has completely disgraced our Gar family. Come on, bring me a giant bow. I want to shoot this useless thing myself."

Seeing that the Prime Minister wanted to kill his younger brother, several generals on the side quickly stopped him.

"My dear, General Chidu is your biological brother. Once you kill him, what will you explain to the Gar family?"

"What's more, there are many Zanbu royal families in Fuqi City. If they push out another one, can you kill them all?"

Chita was just pretending so as not to leave an excuse for others when he returned to the court in the future. He did not really want to kill his brother.

Hearing this, he said with a cold face.

"Then what do you guys think? I am responsible for the life of the King of Tubo. How can I delay the war because of personal affairs?"

"This"

All the Tubo generals looked at each other, and one of the bearded generals rolled his eyes and said.

"Prime Minister, General Yimo thinks it's better for us to exchange prisoners with the Tang army. After all, the prisoners we capture are all worthless civilians and soldiers."

"Yes, Prime Minister, the people captured on the city wall are all the family members of the ministers in the court, and there is even a relative of Trisong Zanbu. We can't lose the big for the small."

Seeing the generals trying to persuade each other, Chita's expression softened a bit.

"Forget it, since the generals think it is appropriate to exchange prisoners, please inform the Tang army in the city."

"It's not too late to attack the city after the exchange of prisoners!"

"Yes!"

Several generals who were thinking about the Tubo royal family relaxed when they saw the Prime Minister, and hurriedly shouted to the Tang army on the wall, asking them to release all the Tubo royal family.

"My lord, the Tubo people want to exchange prisoners with us. Do you think we should exchange them?" Liuzi asked.

"Of course I have to change it, let's make preparations."

In fact, the process of exchanging prisoners between the two sides was very smooth. In order to prevent the Tibetan army from taking advantage of the exchange of prisoners to attack the city, Fan Xin specifically asked the other party to retreat three miles.

Then the two sides exchanged prisoners outside the city gate, and more than 2,700 prisoners were exchanged. Once these people entered the city, they were all imprisoned and screened one by one.

As the prisoner exchange came to an end, the atmosphere in Fuqi City became tense again, and everyone knew that the real war was about to begin.

There was a bang.

A huge fireball rose into the sky and landed on the Tubo army like a tide, and then hundreds of fireballs were thrown out of the city by trebuchets.

The violent explosion wave directly submerged hundreds of Tibetan people.

However, compared to the dense Tubo army, this number of wounded is obviously nothing.

"Reporting to the Duke, the enemy's army is less than twenty feet tall. Do you want to throw kerosene bombs?"

"Wait a minute, throw it away when you get closer!" Looking at the Tubo army like a tide, Fan Xin slowly pulled out the golden dragon sword.