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‘Bang!’ The medicine bowls in the hands of the two doctors fell to the ground at the same time and fell to pieces. Lunzang Sita was stunned. He suddenly screamed, turned around and ran outward. Lunzang Sita was so angry that he almost wanted to kill him. He already understood that he was fooled. The black line in the distance he had just seen was not the Tang army, but was most likely the herdsman. The Tang army led his large group of troops out, but came from behind.

The streets were already in chaos, with nearly a thousand Tang cavalrymen extremely fierce. They seemed to have an iron fist that could break the mountain, breaking wave after wave of Tubo army's desperate resistance.

The streets were full of dead bodies, blood flowing into rivers, and most of them were the corpses of Tubo soldiers. Some of the residents in the city were killed by the rioters. At this time, the Tang army's eyes were red. They had confirmed that the one in the city was the Tubo Zamp Chisong Dezan, and their ambition to make unparalleled achievements also made them crazy. They shouted and rushed forward.

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The most tragic battle was in front of the mansion where Chisong Dezan lived. Lunzang Sita led more than 200 Tubo troops to never take a step back. He would rather be killed than let his body become a stumbling block for the Tang army. The fierce battle was so violent that between the two sides fighting to the death, dead people and horses formed a new wall, with bodies pressing on the corpse, and horse hooves stepped on the trembling live flesh, just like a storm, with murderous aura covering the sky and the sun.

Just less than thirty steps away from fighting, two doctors carried Chisong Dezan to the yard with tears in tears. The dazzling sunlight shone on his face. Chisong Dezan greedily enjoyed the last sunlight. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed. At the last moment of his death, he seemed to be muttering something. A doctor stepped forward with his ears, and in a blur, he could only hear his low voice intermittently: "Tang Jun...what is that heavenly thunder...?"

At this time, the last sentence of Chisong Dezan's stay in the world, with the last question, his breathing finally stopped. At this time, the fierce battle outside the door seemed to have stopped suddenly.

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Chapter completed!