Martial Sage

Upstairs, Li Jing sighed while looking at the battlefield.

For the second wave of the Turkic charge, Datang was not without the power of a battle.

Datang heavy cavalry, Mo Dao camp can fight.

It is a pity that there are not many heavy cavalry, there are only 10,000.

The soldiers in the Ten Thousand Mo Dao Camp were trained by themselves.

These soldiers wearing heavy armor, equipped with crossbow arrows and sharp heavy swords are considered to be their own cargo.

However, the first day of testing used own compact cargo, which is undoubtedly a bad sign.

Sure enough, smoke and dust all around Zhongmo Dao Camp, heavy cavalry out of the battle.

Twenty thousand soldiers faced 50,000 Turkic soldiers severely injured, but the Turkic side was not better than that.

The setting sun slowly fell, and the day's battle came to an end.

The afterglow shone on this fertile field of Deyang, and there were corpses lying horizontally, with broken limbs and arms scattered randomly everywhere.

The entangled corpses, holding weapons and inserting them into each other's body, lay stiffly on the ground.

Some bloody corpses revealed many jumbled internal organs.

Flocks of crows are pecking at the minced meat on this peaceful land.

The corpses all over the place stretched for miles.

The red blood left huge mottles on this land, and even went to the further Turkic camp.

A team of Datang soldiers shuttled between these corpses, drawing arrows from the corpses.

Some arrow pickers couldn't bear such a cruel and bloody scene, and they knelt on the ground and retched.

The breeze gently helped him, climbing up the city wall, and supporting the slightly haggard cheek.

A voice next to him asked slowly.

"Marshal, what shall we do next?"

On that old cheek, the eyelids twitched, turned his head slightly, looked at Chai Shao, paused, and said solemnly.

"Tomorrow, the Turks will surely dispatch the entire army for a decisive battle."

At the end, Li Jing slowly raised his head, looked at the darkening sky, and muttered.

"We can't lose in this battle, we can't lose."

Suddenly, Chai Shao discovered that in a single day, the veteran who had experienced many battles seemed to grow older, and the silver hair on the temples had grown a lot.

Chai Shao didn't say much, standing with his hands behind, looking up at the sky, he sighed and said.

"I hope God bless you."

An inexplicable sadness gradually came to everyone's hearts.

In today's battle, although all 300,000 armies of both sides are on the battlefield, in fact, only about 100,000 people actually participated in the fight.

And the Turkic army's hungry play is also very simple. The first wave of the attitude of dying out of the same kind, consuming the defense force of the Tang Dynasty wantonly.

The soldiers and tiger divisions who really fought have never stepped into the battlefield.

For Datang, the consumption of this kind of tactics relying on the human sea was completely overwhelming.

Although Li Jing has a good degree of mobilization, he always plays more with less and has a slight advantage in his position.

However, the disparity of 50,000 to 60,000 troops could not be filled after all.

The outcome of this battle has already become clear in the heart of the central defender.

A huge haze enveloped the generals in the city.

It is life or death, victory or loss, perhaps tomorrow will be known, as for how to fight this battle, everyone still has no idea.

Li Jing stood there for a long time, waved his hand and said.

"You all go down and rest."

The generals, cupped hands cupped fist, and then went down to the city one after another.

After a while, Li Jing also slowly descended from the city.

The barracks at night are doomed to sleepless.

Along the way, there was more wailing in the barracks. One by one, the sick and wounded limped towards their own military account, and hurriedly said hello when they saw Li Jing walking around.

Li Jing's expression was extremely embarrassing, and while waving his hand to beckon them not to move, he silently calculated in his heart.

The more I go, the more I am frightened, and the more I go, the more I lose confidence.

Suddenly, Li Jing's eyes moistened, and he muttered while looking at the dangling silver moon in the sky.

"God, look at the people of Datang you are protecting!"

When returning to the Chinese Army's Great Account, Li Wan had already been waiting there early in the morning.

Looking at his tired-looking daughter, Li Jing sighed lightly, sat down slowly, and said softly.

"Wan'er, you shouldn't have come."

Under the candlelight, after the First World War, the old face has long lost the majesty of the past, and turned more like a kind and loving father.

Li Wanqing smiled slowly on her pale jade face.

"Father, there is nothing you should or should not do. Isn't it the duty of a soldier to fight for the country?"

Li Jing also knew that it was useless to say this, and fell silent.

After a while, Li Jing asked.

"How is Cheng Chumo?"

Li Wanqing sighed softly when she heard her father's question.

"Hey! He tried so hard and risked his death to cut the flag. Fortunately, he was rescued by Uncle Liu, but he eventually broke his bones.

While speaking, Li Wanqing slightly raised her head and glanced at Li Jing, the expression in her eyes dimmed, and she whispered softly.

"Uncle Liu was stabbed on the shoulder by the Turkic people. Although it is not a major problem, I am afraid that tomorrow will be a battle and he will not be able to go to the battlefield."

Hearing this, Li Jing's heart felt a little bit cold.

Two generals were lost for a while, and this battle was even more difficult.

Li Jing gradually became serious, and said.

"If it is tomorrow's battle, there is something unexpected, you can return to Chang'an, don't stay!"

Li Wanqing slowly stood up, her eyebrows frowned.

"How can that be done? Isn't this tantamount to fleeing? It is just now when you are using it, there is more hope for one more person, father, you..."

"enough!"

Li Jing suddenly patted the long case before him and shouted.

"This is military fate!"

This is the first time that Li Wanqing has seen her father make such a big fire, and her face is stunned.

Li Jing touched two breaths from his nasal cavity, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed lightly.

"We old guys are at an age, and we have spent our entire life on the battlefield. It is glory to die in battle."

"You guys, you are still young."

Having said that, Li Jing slowly sat on the seat, and said with a calm expression on his face.

"The city can be lost, the veteran can be killed in battle, but you younger generation, it is Datang's hope, nothing can happen!"

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