Datang Special Forces

The team passed by Mo Village.

The horse who did not say a word spoke.

"I have nothing to teach you about the colts, I want to stay here and spend my old age in peace."

The voice is a little hoarse, very bad, and the bite is very unclear.

Cheng Yuan, who was carrying the sedan car, was stunned.

I looked at Mo Village not far away, and then looked at the ride.

Drop the sedan car.

Empress Changsun did not speak, and watched with interest.

Cheng Shumo led the special forces to bow to a horse en masse.

The training is over, and their fate is over.

As the saying goes, the master leads the door into the door to practice and looks at the individual.

One horse taught them everything he could teach.

The rest can only grow after being baptized with blood.

A horse walked towards Mo Village.

Free.

Come quietly, walk quietly.

Cheng Shumo took a deep breath.

The sedan car moved on.

Speed up, which is also a form of training.

The special forces who did not carry the sedan followed with large bags and small bags.

Empress Changsun saw it in her eyes.

A nod of satisfaction.

Men should be like that.

Thinking of her three sons, Empress Changsun rubbed her forehead, if she could, she really wanted her son to be like Cheng Shumo.

Some regretted teaching their three sons.

Too many eyes.

One mountain does not allow two tigers, let alone three.

Three days later.

Back to Chang'an.

Sixteen large sedans entered the city.

Empress Changsun was sitting on her back.

Place your hands on your lower abdomen.

Changed back to the eldest grandson empress of the mother world.

Come to the Royal Palace.

Li Shimin personally greeted.

With excitement on his face.

Seeing that his Guanyinwu was sitting on a palanquin, he was very satisfied with Cheng Shumo.

Laughed.

"The god of war carries the sedan car, and the child of Xu will be better than the blue."

After speaking, he helped Empress Changsun to get off the sedan car.

Empress Changsun gave Li Shimin a blank look.

"Just your sweet mouth, Benhou is tired, you need to rest."

Li Shimin served Empress Changsun like a eunuch.

Cheng Shumo twisted his head to the side.

Curse secretly, don't face.

Li Shimin kicked him in the ass.

"Go to the main hall for dinner."

Cheng Shumo followed Li Shimin back.

Standing main hall.

"You kid is quite good at hiding."

Li Shimin sneered, looking like he wanted to settle the account after the fall.

Empress Changsun "snorted".

Li Shimin immediately changed his face.

"There is still merit for Zhi Mo."

Empress Changsun was not satisfied and ignored Li Shimin, and she promised Cheng Shumo to promote him.

Li Shimin looked at Cheng and said silently.

"Prepare to go to war, you are responsible for transporting military food, leave early."

Li Shimin did not promote Cheng to the rank of Empress Changsun in accordance with Empress Changsun's wishes.

Cheng was tacitly agreed.

After the meal, Cheng silently retreated.

Return to the fiefdom.

It has been packed almost and cleanly, and the special forces are installing windmills.

You have to start work when you come back.

Cheng Shumo went to help, and after getting it done, Cheng Shumo said.

"You all go and prepare, get ready to go."

"Yes."

The special forces went back to prepare.

Cheng Shumo called Xia Zhu.

"Send some grain and cloth to Mo Village."

Xia Zhu should be.

Cheng Shumo found Sun He again.

Sun He is inspecting the crossbow arrow.

Seeing Cheng Shu silently.

"These crossbow arrows are qualified, and the deer tendons used for crossbow strings are lethal enough."

Cheng Shumo picked it up and looked at it.

The crossbow is small.

The upper arrow is also very simple, directly stuffed in, three shots at a time.

Twenty-one arrows were issued to each person.

The weapon was a machete, two per person, and Sun He did not come up with a weapon in too short a time.

One dagger, five throwing knives.

The armor is light armor with a black robe.

Black cloth mask.

Military food preparation is also plentiful, beef jerky.

"Divide the weapons."

Cheng said silently.

Sun He should be.

Cheng Shumo took Sun He to make a simple still and make a gourd of alcohol.

Just waiting for departure.

On the third day, the grain officer came to the fiefdom.

The three armies went first without moving food and grass, and they were about to set out.

Cheng Shumo is ready.

The fiefdom was handed over to Wu Shun to manage.

Xia Zhu accompanied the army.

The route has been planned, and Cheng Shumo is mainly an escort.

The grain convoy set off.

Like a long dragon, you can't see the head and tail.

The road was quiet and no one was looking for death.

The team came to Hanoi Road.

This is the worst place in the Great Tang Dynasty, better than Youzhou.

In recent years, there have been continuous locust plagues and droughts.

The Turks marched from Hanoi into the banks of the Weishui River.

The land was baptized by the flames of war, and the ruins of the war can still be seen.

The people are even more miserable.

The rich land has few people to eat.

Every year, the poor grain harvested also has to pay taxes.

It cannot be said that there is hunger everywhere, but it can be said that it is deserted.

Many of the people who fled the famine have been gone for half a year.

They wanted to go to Chang'an, the best place in the Great Tang Dynasty, and heard that people could not die of hunger there.

Cheng Shumo's face was very ugly, and the most he saw along the way were the people fleeing.

Clothing does not cover the body.

He guarded countless grains but could do nothing.

He did not dare to put grain, these are all military food, what should the army do if the military food is released?

The border of the Turkic Tang Dynasty was uneasy, and more people suffered.

Cheng Shumo took a deep breath and rubbed his already red eyes.

As a modern soldier, he can't see this kind of scene.

Grit your teeth and make a decision to put the grain.

"Put grain."

Cheng Shumo said loudly.

The grain delivery official is not just silent, and he is not alone.

A Confucian Taoist.

"Viscount can't, this is military rations, we have to transport them to the front."

Cheng was unmoved, he was determined to release the grain, and he knew what the price would be.

Looking at the victims in the distance, Cheng Shumo firmly believed his idea.

Even if they can't get enough food and clothing, they must let the victims get to Chang'an alive.

"I'm responsible for what happened."

"You can't pay the blame."

A martial general.

Everyone did not agree to release food.

"Master, it is a taboo that the military food cannot be moved."

Xia Zhu persuaded.

In the distance, a thin woman was holding the child, her lips chapped dry.

Talking to yourself.

"If you insist on it, we will definitely go to Chang'an, and you will grow up there."

There were many people around the woman, all of them from the same village.

They knew that the woman's child was long dead.

"Xiaocui buried the child."

Someone persuaded.

The woman hugged the child tightly and did not let everyone see.

"I don't, my child is not dead, you lied."

Everyone looked unbearable.

The woman saw Cheng Shumo's team and ran quickly.

I fell three times, each time my back hit the ground first.

There was some excitement on his face, as if he saw hope to keep the child alive.

Run to Cheng Bu Moma.

He looked at Cheng Shumo expectantly.

"General, can you give me a few grains? Please, my child is hungry, he hasn't eaten in a long time. Cheng

Shu silently smelled the stench, and the boy did not flick tears.

Cheng Shumo burst into tears.

Dismounted, looked at the mother, looked at the tightly wrapped child in his arms.

Cheng silently looked at the sun.

"Put grain, kill those who disobey."

"Brush brush brush."

Special forces pulled out their machetes.

Everyone did not dare to speak, and at this time opposition must die.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

The woman laughed like crazy.

Did she not know that her child died?

She knew that blood appeared on her bruised face.

"Thank you."

The woman fell holding the child.