Martial Sage

On the way back to Chang'an, everyone talked very quietly.

The two weak women were afraid of recalling the scene just now, and still had lingering fears at this time.

As for the white-haired general Li Junxian who came to escort the princess back to the city, his brows were frowned at this time and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Tang Hao glanced at the three of them, and fell into contemplation.

Chang'an City under the curtain of night is destined to have a storm that will sweep the city.

At the feet of the emperor, someone who dared to assassinate the princess in the dark, looking at all dynasties and generations, is intolerable.

Under Tang Wang Lei Ting's anger, a bloody storm would inevitably be set off.

When he returned to Chang'an, Tang Hao originally thought that King Tang would summon him, but after waiting for a long time outside the hall, he only got a fluttering word from King Tang, letting him go back to the house to rest.

This night, all people in the imperial city were destined to sleepless, and the city was in a mess.

The bad people of Dali Temple, as a team of mixed black and white, were also sent out by the king of Tang. Thousands of people have joined the search ranks as the official representative of Jinwuwei, who maintains public order in Chang'an.

There is only one purpose, to arrest all suspicious persons.

The city was in chaos, but Tang Hao's mansion was completely the opposite.

The housekeeper who was good at managing and coordinating the house took care of the Viscount Mansion in good order, and dispatched some servants and maidservants to Hu Yuelou to fill the vacancy in the mansion.

The handover of tea with Changsun's Mansion has also started. In the past few days, the blank account book in the Viscount's Mansion has gradually gained some sources of money.

The sulphur collected by the Eighteen Horses was still not much. Tang Hao looked at the amount and estimated that it should be more than enough to capture the gate of a small city, so he stopped his plan to continue purchasing.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Tang Hao practiced his long spear in the martial arts field.

It's said that if you don't play for three days, your hands are born with thorns.

This martial art is the same as playing the piano. The system just gives you a talent. If you don't use it for a long time, it will be extra strange when you use it again.

At this moment, Wu Tong hurriedly walked over and stood in a corner of the martial arts arena, watching Tang Hao dance with a spear and a stick, he was hesitant to speak.

Tang Hao caught a glimpse of Wu Tong, retracted his spear, wiped the beads of sweat on his face, and said casually.

"Good news or bad news?"

Wu Tong said with a solemn expression on his face.

"General Cheng was injured, but it was only a minor injury, and it was not a major problem."

Tang Hao couldn't help but feel tense when he heard the news of Cheng Chumo's injury.

Although it was less than half a month to get along, this kind of life and death friendship occupies most of Tang Hao's heart.

He didn't say it, but he was still worried about Cheng Chumo.

Tang Hao only slightly relieved when he heard the slight injury again.

Cheng Chumo is a martial artist, and there are two thousand guards who have experienced life and death around him, and it is logical that it is impossible to be injured.

Tang Hao frowned slightly and couldn't help asking.

"What happened?"

Wu Tong responded.

"After the handover of the commander was completed, Duke Weiguo changed the practice of the Hejian County King, separated a small team of soldiers and horses, and began to rescue those fortresses guarding the border. General Cheng led five thousand troops to rescue the fortress, and met with 20,000 Turkic troops on the way. After fighting for half a day, General Cheng led his army to break through."

"In this battle, General Cheng's subordinates killed and injured more than 3,000 people. The five hundred soldiers in Feiyanbao who were to be rescued also died in the battle."

Hearing this, Tang Hao's brow furrowed even tighter.

When the rescue was surrounded, 80% of them were ambushed, and it was also helpless for Cheng Chu to stand up and break through.

On the grassland, facing the Turkic army head-on, Cheng Chumo didn't like he had the Martial Soul bonus. It was basically impossible for Cheng Chumo to escape.

Even though he was not on the battlefield, Tang Hao could still think that Cheng Chumo was so helpless at the time, and he could even more imagine how tragic the battlefield was at that time.

In the grassland battlefield, the most feared thing is to encounter several times its own strength, and the unobstructed terrain will expose the number of own soldiers to the eyes of the enemy.

There is no so-called strategy, only fighting to the death.

Either break out or die in the grassland.

Even Tang Hao deliberately avoided this kind of war with a completely incomparable number when he was rushing towards Yinshan.

Thinking of this, a faint worry appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.

Wu Tong glanced at Tang Hao with a solemn expression, paused, and then said.

"The sacrifices of the soldiers in these fortresses exchanged important information. The Turkic army has moved south, but in terms of numbers, it is somewhat different from the previous information."

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Hao felt that his heart was suddenly pulled, and suddenly raised his head.

Almost for an instant, an ominous premonition surged into my heart.

Wu Tong continued.

"The number of soldiers gathered by the Turkic army this time is not 150,000, but a full 200,000, which is 50,000 more than the previous intelligence."

Hearing this, Tang Hao was stunned on the spot.

At this time, in Deyang, Li Jing had a total of 150,000 troops. Counting these few days to rescue the soldiers in the frontline fortresses, the encounters of the scout troops, and some small-scale battles, nearly 10,000 were lost. people.

In contrast, except that the Turks first sent soldiers to sweep the fortress, the Turkic forces at this time were nearly 60,000 more than that of Tang Deyang.

Turkic soldiers are different from Western soldiers. These soldiers, who grew up on horseback, are proficient in riding, brave and good at fighting, and Datang relies on sophisticated equipment to compete with them.

But now, Turkic forces are 60,000 more than Datang forces, which means that in Deyang, Datang soldiers are already facing an absolute disadvantage.

Deyang is at stake!

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