NCCnovel Chapter 635 Strong walls and clear fields
Chapter 635 Strong walls and clear fields
In the vast land of India, the strong wind carried yellow sand, sweeping everything wantonly, and the sky and the earth were dim.
Li Jingyou rode a black steed. He suddenly raised the long whip in his hand and swung it vigorously in the air, making a crisp sound. He shouted loudly: "Brothers, speed up and make sure to meet up with the vanguard as soon as possible!"
Behind him, the Black Armored Army on both sides of the central force were wearing heavy armor. They stood straight with their legs tightly clamped around their equally exhausted warhorses.
Following Li Jingyou's order, they waved the reins in unison, the war horses neighed, and stepped forward with all their might, galloping away in the dust. The sound of horse hooves was like dense war drums, beating the earth, raising billowing smoke and dust, and running towards the distance.
Although they traveled day and night without stopping, they were still unable to catch up with the vanguard troops flying the Qin flag.
Along the way, what met their eyes was a scene of horrific horror.
The ground was dyed dark red with blood, and corpses were lying all over the place. Broken arms and legs were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench of decay.
Some of the corpses were still struggling in the posture before death, and the despair on their faces seemed frozen in time.
Some are so disfigured that it is impossible to tell what they looked like in life.
Flocks of vultures circled in the sky, making sharp and shrill cries. They stared at the corpses on the ground, swooping down from time to time, tearing the rotten flesh with their sharp claws and beaks, leaving their mouths full of blood. The scene was horrifying.
On the long road from Central India to Western India, four Indian kings were gathered together. Their faces were ashen and haggard, as if they had aged dozens of years in an instant.
They sat on the back of an elephant, and the elephant's originally majestic body now looked a little listless, swaying from side to side with the shaking of the elephant cart.
There was confusion in their eyes. Faced with the desperate situation, they were at a loss.
Malava's body was shaking and he was terrified. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, mixing with the dust on his face and leaving dirty traces.
He gasped for air, each breath seemed like a difficult struggle, and a hissing sound came from his throat. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said in a crying voice: "How about... let's surrender."
"We are no match for the Tang people. They are simply evil spirits from hell. They are so scary!"
His voice was trembling and seemed so weak.
When Balavadana heard this, his heart sank suddenly and he sighed deeply inwardly. Regret surged into his heart like a surging tide, almost drowning him.
He has always known that South India and the Tang Dynasty have always been on good terms, with frequent trade and close cultural exchanges between the two countries. The imperial edict of the Khan of Heaven is still enshrined in the palace. Every word on the edict now seems to be a ruthless accusation of his current actions.
From the very beginning, he had never thought of becoming an enemy of the Tang Dynasty, but now things have developed to such an uncontrollable point.
He stared into the distance, his eyes filled with regret, muttering to himself, "Why did it turn out like this? We shouldn't have been against the Tang Dynasty. What on earth is going on..."
His voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared in the wind.
"Surrender?" Shi Jiumo's eyes widened, the muscles on his face twisted with anger, veins bulged on his forehead, he roared angrily, his voice full of rage.
"How can we surrender? Do we still have a chance to surrender? If we could surrender, we would have surrendered long ago! Don't you see it?"
"Wherever the Tang army went, they burned, killed, looted, and left nothing alive. How could they be here to negotiate peace? They clearly wanted to completely annihilate our Tianzhu and wipe out our nation and race!"
His chest heaved violently and his hands waved wildly in the air.
Dharma Indra was wearing a tattered brown monk's robe, and his face was covered with wrinkles that looked like ravines carved by time.
But his eyes were as calm as water, deep and indifferent, as if all the disputes in the world had nothing to do with him.
He clasped his hands together and spoke slowly. His voice was steady and reassuring, "Destroying India is by no means an easy task. India is vast, stretching from east to west, north to south, and center to center. It is boundless. It would take a long time for the Tang Dynasty to completely conquer it."
"Right now, the Tang army only has cavalry. Although they can march very quickly, they have come a long way, deep into a foreign land, and can only rely on looting along the way to maintain their supplies."
"We only need to implement the strategy of fortifying the city walls and clearing the fields, moving all the food and livestock, and burning down the houses outside the city walls to prevent the Tang army from receiving any supplies."
"If this continues, it won't be long before the Tang army retreats. The Buddha is merciful and will surely protect us from this disaster. Amitabha."
After saying this, he gently closed his eyes and muttered something, as if he was praying devoutly to the Buddha. His calm face told everyone that he had full faith in the Buddha's protection.
Upon hearing this, Shi Jiumo's eyes suddenly lit up. He excitedly slapped his thigh, making a crisp "pa" sound, and a smug look appeared on his face: "That's right! The Tang army is limited in number, and our Indian pariahs are as numerous as ants. Even if they wanted to kill us, how could they kill them all?"
Thinking of this, he made a prompt decision and decided to resist the Tang army in Jiuye City.
The old Ye City is tall and majestic, with thick and solid walls.
The watchtowers on the city walls rise high into the clouds, like loyal guards, vigilantly watching every move outside the city.
The soldiers on the tower held spears and looked into the distance vigilantly, ready to sound the alarm at any time.
Shi Jiumo stood on the city wall, looking at the vast fields outside the city.
"Pass the order down. Move all the food and livestock outside the city to a safe place. Burn down all the houses that can be burned, so that the Tang army will gain nothing!" He secretly thought to himself that as long as he could hold the Tang army back in Old Ye City, once their supplies were exhausted, they would naturally retreat."
"Even if the Tang army continues to burn, kill, and loot, India is a vast country and doesn't care about this temporary loss."
"As for those low-caste people, they are nothing but insignificant ants in his eyes, and their lives are as worthless as grass.
He spat contemptuously towards the outside of the city and cursed in a low voice: "A bunch of low-class people, their death is not a pity. They died for protecting our honor and status."
In his mind, those low-caste people were just tools for him to achieve his goals, and their lives and deaths were worthless.
The people of India could never have imagined that when they heard that the Tang army was coming, they were so frightened that no one survived and they fled in all directions.
However, they never thought that they would be safer if they were closer to the old Ye City, but they did not expect to die under the butcher knife of the Indians.