Martial Sage

Tang's banner.

The tea cup on the short table was picked up. As for the lips, blow off the floating leaves and take a sip.

Tang Hao's voice was calm and steady, spreading slowly.

"Mu Dongjiao's name is rarely heard in Datang, but I never thought that this person was a man with iron bones."

The famous East Turkic general surrendered under his own fire, and the West Turkic khan collapsed under the deterrence of artillery. Mu Dongjiao was angry and heartburned at this time, but it was a rare hard breath.

Although he hadn't seen the tragedy on the top of the city, Tang Hao knew in his heart that there were very few people who could not be shrouded in fear and still retain a trace of hatred for Qingming in those tragic scenes.

Mu Dongjiao, even one of the few.

Yuchi Jingde frowned, looked at the sparse head of the female wall behind the battlements, and let out a sigh of relief.

"It is common to win or lose, and to be loyal to the country. Goguryeo has such talents, but it is a blessing."

"This person can also be regarded as a loyal and brave person, but we belong to different countries, otherwise we can also make good friends with this loyal and brave man."

Loyal and loyal, love soldiers like a child.

Which general in a high position is not the case?

The brisk Ma Yi interrupted their emotions, and Wu Tong walked out of the army.

"Master, fifty cans of wooden barrel grease have been poured into the city. The gate is open. I think it will not be long before it will spread throughout the city."

Wu Tong always makes people feel at ease.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the head of the city was in a mess. Fifty cans of grease were accurately poured into the gate.

Slowly put down the cup in his hand, Tang Hao stood up slowly holding the armrest of the seat, looked at the angry figure lying prostrate on the city, sighed in his heart.

"Loyalty to the liver and courage is a good thing. In the next life, we should find a good country and choose a wise monarch."

With his hands over Captain Chi Jingde's shoulders, Tang Hao looked at Captain Chi Jingde.

"The rest is up to you."

"After an hour, the grease covered the whole body and shouted, it is the last time to take the city."

Wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead, Tang Hao patted his hand on his shoulder.

"The weather is too hot. I'll take a bubble bath. After General Yuchi finishes the work, let's reorganize the army sooner."

"The road behind is still very long."

After the words, the palms slapped in the air.

The horse turned to the war horse, pulling Tang Hao slowly towards the barracks.

The tone has been set, and breaking the city is a torch.

Yuchi Jingde looked at the figure standing on the carriage, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and muttered.

"You kid hides the wisdom of the world in your chest, but you still abide by your duty."

"Compared to Mu Dongjiao's loyalty and bravery, the old man feels that your kid is more a loyal man!"

...

King City.

At the beginning of the war, the Tang army issued an order to attack the city again an hour later.

The tense atmosphere temporarily eased, and the chaotic city head began to get busy.

The new group of soldiers had already been replaced on the head of the city, and the potholes the size of the tank mouth and the large female wall boulders that fell below the city were innocently pour out the power of the cannonballs. The blood-washed city walls were shockingly red in color.

Although he has never experienced the battlefield where the artillery fires, and even did not participate in the transportation of the corpses of the city head, the debris and meat on the ground are enough to make the soldiers standing on the city head shudder.

Smelling the heavy blood, standing tremblingly on the incomplete city head, the arm of someone holding a spear trembles slightly.

There was a voice trembling with fear, and it came over intermittently.

"You said...you said Tang Jun...will...will attack the city with artillery shells later."

The slightly calm elder leaned slightly to the side of the young soldier.

"You, don't worry about these things! Stand on your own post with all your heart."

"The ups and downs of Datang's artillery fire in the city, but still can't shake our city, isn't it?"

"Break and broken, as long as we can't stand down, we still have some hope to defend."

This is a useful trick used by the old fried dough sticks in the army. Advocating that young soldiers stand up front, they will inevitably fish in troubled waters behind them.

It is absolutely impossible to say that you are not afraid to grow older soldiers. I have seen people with fresh blood flowing like myself, flying plasma on the battlefield, crying bitterly, even if it is a stone, I will unconsciously bring it into my body. .

At this time, I have seen the ruins left by the rumored mighty shells, and strengthened the idea of ​​retreating from the war, but these soldiers buried their ideas deep enough.

Someone nearby poked his head and inserted a sentence.

"But this sturdy city is still incomplete under the cannonball, and it is more violent than the rolling stone. If it is hit on the body, 80% of it won't survive."

"We... can we hold it?"

When it comes to life and death, many people turn their heads slightly to look at this veteran who has been in the army for many years.

After all, I have experienced a lot, so I naturally have a new perspective on war, and moreover, I have a certain degree of control over life and death.

The lieutenant wrinkled his brows and walked up from the stone steps, still retaining his fear of cannonballs, so that when he boarded the tower, he inadvertently glanced outside the city.

It wasn't until I didn't see the towering catapults that I slowly calmed down, but there was still no trace of blood on his face.

The words Life and death pierced into his ears, and the lieutenant's heart sank.

"Guard the land under your feet!"

"The war is before, whispering, what is it like!"

"Lost the city, I will let your family, young and old, be buried with you!"

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