Datang Special Forces

"Forward General Cheng Shu silently left a book, fighting hard for seven days to kill 27,000 enemies, there are no arrows available in the city, the soldiers no longer have complete weapons, today is the decisive battle, this general asks for the order to give the forward army bugle, please Your Majesty treat the soldiers' families well, Cheng is silent."

After writing, stuffed into the gap in the city wall.

He believed that it was only a matter of time before the Tang army could fight back.

"Let's assemble."

Cheng said silently.

Soon the remaining forward army assembled.

Everyone has injuries.

Cheng Shumo looked at them silently, remembering their appearance in his heart.

"I've done it."

Cheng Shumo said silently, if it weren't for his quick success, there would be no siege today.

Attacking the city is the bottom attack, the enemy can never be killed, and only by completely breaking the enemy's psychological defense line can it be considered a victory.

The soldiers didn't react and stared straight at Cheng Shumo.

What they are thinking now is not right or wrong, but killing.

Victory or defeat is no longer important, life and death have long been left behind.

The more people die, the more hatred there is, and those comrades who trained with them die, and at this time the living have only one task, to avenge the dead.

Burn one's ship.

"Today is our last battle, after today we will be buried in this black land forever, but General Ben wants to leave a back for our forward army, leave a back for the special forces, who wants to be this person to step forward."

Cheng said silently.

The soldiers took a step back en masse.

A twelve-year-old soldier looked left and right blankly.

"General, I didn't come forward."

Said looking down and taking a step back.

Pushed to the front by the soldiers behind.

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The little soldier looked at the soldier blankly, these soldiers were very good to him, and this rolling word made him break his defense.

The dry eyes could not cry out.

"Let me return, please, I will die with you!"

The soldiers were unmoved, and of course the small ones were left behind, this is the rule.

Cheng Shumo looked at the special forces.

"Let's keep one too."

Cheng Shumo closed his eyes and pointed to a person casually.

The special forces soldier stepped forward and bowed.

"Obey."

These two words are roared out, and the sound has been broken.

Extremely harsh and penetrating the soul.

"Go, take Xiao Budian to hide in the well, and when our people kill back, you will follow back."

Cheng said silently.

"Yes."

The two went away.

Cheng Shumo looked at the rest of the people.

"Impulsive?"

Cheng said silently.

The soldiers laughed and shook their heads.

Impulsive, standing is already the limit.

"Then we will fight one last battle on the city wall."

"Today we are fighting bloody battles, and in the next life we will still be brothers!"

Cheng Shumo laughed.

"Hahaha."

The soldiers laughed boldly and used their last strength.

War drums sounded.

The enemy attacked the city again.

It's not just the strikers who are miserable, they are not much better.

Twenty-five thousand killed and 80,000 wounded.

That's a scary number.

This bloody number made the coalition lose confidence in confronting the Great Tang.

The forward army of 15,000 men repelled dozens of their attacks.

More than 100,000 people were killed and wounded.

How many such troops does the Great Tang have?

Li Jing has not yet played like this, what else to play against Li Jing?

Do those soldiers still dare to face the Tang army?

Do you still dare to fight with the Tang army?

Their momentum has been lost by the strikers.

The enemy climbed the tower, and the striker began to play one by one.

Their weapons have long been rolled.

The most effective way to kill your enemy is to jump with your arms in your arms.

Cheng Shumo held a copper sword and killed wildly.

Half a day passed.

Fighting on the walls.

Night.

There were only sporadic sounds of fighting on the walls.

Cheng Shumo no longer had the strength.

Sitting on the ground panting.

Two special forces came up and dragged Cheng Shumo away.

"Captain, we thought about it or it's better for you to live, really."

Special Forces Road.

Cheng Shumo shook his head.

"Let me go, I can't leave my soldiers."

"You are no longer a soldier, we are dead people, live three more years to earn, becoming a special soldier lets us know that it feels good to be worshipped, we want to be heroes, the captain don't fight with us."

Come to a wellhead.

"Go on."

The special forces shouted at the wellhead.

After getting the response, he pushed Cheng Shumo into the well.

The two saluted at the well, smiled at each other and rushed to the city wall.

Three days later, Li Jing came.

The coalition army collapsed without a fight, and Li Jing ordered the army to pursue and kill 500 li, bleeding into rivers along the way.

The big one and the small one helped Cheng Zhi silently climb out of the wellhead.

Cheng Shumo still hasn't woken up.

Li Jing's expression was complicated.

"Striker Army."

Li Jing said.

The generals bowed their heads, and they deserved it.

One will achieve ten thousand bones.

Fame is made of corpses.

"Send your generals back to Chang'an."

Li Jing said again.

The two didn't say anything.

The special forces carried Cheng Shumo on their backs, and the small soldier held Cheng Shumo's bronze sword and carried the military flag.

The desert is lonely and straight, and the sun sets on the long river.

Fufeng County Prefecture.

Sun Simiao treated Cheng silently.

For a long time, he looked at Long Gui.

Long Gui stood up in tacit agreement, and the two walked out of the room.

"Old turtle, you don't want to wake up, this blow is a bit big for him."

Sun Simiao said.

Long Gui nodded.

"Let him sleep."

The two left.

Cheng Shumo had a long dream.

The strikers kept chasing him.

"General, you can't be impulsive in the future, General, my whole family will be handed over to you, let my son join the forward army."

Tears flowed from the corners of Cheng Shumo's eyes.

"I was wrong, I said I didn't want brothers, and finally I learned that my soldiers were all my brothers, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Sadness is only in vain, the aftermath is what he should do, it's time to wake up.

Cheng Mo opened his eyes.

Danyang just walked in, holding the candy man in his hand.

Cheng Shumo opened his eyes and startled her.

Pat on the chest.

"You scared me to death, the sugar man will give you food."

Danyang handed the sugar man to Cheng Shumo, his eyes were very reluctant, but he still gave it.

She knew that Cheng Shumo was the most important person in her life.

Cheng Shumo reached out and took it.

Lick it.

Very bitter.

Return the sugar man to Danyang.

"Go play, call Li Bin."

Danyang took the sugar man and ran away happily.

Soon.

Li Bin came to the room in a wheelchair.

Get up and salute.

"What did the count order?"

"Give money to the families of dead servicemen, ten times per family, tax exemption for ten years, go."

Cheng Shu silently ordered.

Li Bin should be.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fell off a horse a few days ago."

Li Bin said.

Cheng was stunned.

Sit up directly.

"You get out."

After Li Bin left.

"Is Li Chenggan still going the old way? I have lost fifteen thousand brothers, and I will not run away again, you brother I have acquiesced. "

Get out of bed.

"Prepare horses."

Cheng Shumo rode his war horse straight to Chang'an.

Back in Chang'an, go straight to the East Palace.

Seeing Li Chenggan, Cheng Mo's eyes were red.

The leg is broken, not broken, it was trampled by a war horse, and in some places it is a crushing fracture, even if Li Chenggan's left leg is connected, it will be shorter, and it will become a veritable cripple in the future.

"Here you are."

Li Chengqian said.

He has gone crazy, he has made trouble, and now he has taken his life.

"Here it is."

Cheng said silently.

"Drink tea."

A smile appeared on Li Chenggan's pale face.

Cheng Shumo picked up the tea bowl and took a long sip.

In the past, he didn't like to drink it and thought it was unpleasant.

Today he drank and understood.

Tasting tea is reminiscing, and drinking tea is reminiscing bitterness and sweetness.

What kung fu tea, what literary tea, bells and whistles, deviant, tea is memory!

"It doesn't matter if your legs are lame, everything will have me in the future, we are brothers!"

Cheng Shumo put down the tea bowl and said.