Martial Sage

The Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty is raging, but thousands of miles away, it is another scene.

The situation in Deyang was stable, and Tang Hao led his subordinates and soldiers first, and some of the escorts, and joined the three thousand Turkic noble prisoners to go to Chang'an ahead of schedule.

The army stationed in Deyang still listened to the queen's orders in Deyang city.

In the scorching sun, a team of tens of thousands of people walked slowly along the Loess Avenue.

Tang Hao stood immediately, stopped in place, watching the army slowly pass by.

"Speed ​​up the march!"

The urging sound sounded, and the marching speed of the army suddenly Ascension a lot.

Creaking.

The cart slowly passed Tang Hao's eyes, and Tang Hao coldly glanced at the slaves who were tied to the carts, and shouted.

"It's almost Chang'an, go ahead at full speed!"

The soldiers in charge, straddling the horse, raised the whip in his hand and threw it at the prisoner in front of him.

Bang bang bang.

The whip's sound spread from near to far, mixed with the weak and miserable howling of the prisoners.

Just now.

Puff through.

The slave behind the car fell headlong.

The slave on the same rope that was pulled crooked.

The truck's speed suddenly slowed down.

Tang Hao rolled his eyes and caught a glimpse of the fallen old captive.

Under the sunlight, there was no blood on that filthy face, and a faint redness oozes from the chapped lips.

His delirious eyes were half-open, and his lips squirmed, not knowing what he was talking about.

The prisoners beside them glanced at the figure standing on the horseback, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

"throw it out!"

The cold command was issued from the black horse.

In a moment, a soldier walked out of the team behind, drew out the saber around his waist, and the cold blade was shining.

"Please! Don't kill him! He..."

The voice did not fall.

puff.

There was a sound of a sharp blade penetrating the flesh.

Ah~

Immediately around, there was the voice of a woman screaming.

The Turkic nobleman who begged for mercy suddenly turned his head, and what caught his eye was a red and white Tang sword slowly drawn out.

A bright red liquid came out of the nose of the fallen old man, and under the twitching body, a touch of redness was quietly immersed in the soil.

Holding the old man's drooping hands, the Turkic nobleman who begged for mercy trembled.

For a moment, he turned his head abruptly, his blood-red eyes were full of anger, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely.

"You...you Devil, longevity..."

Suddenly, a cold light flashed.

The Turkic nobles only felt a cold in their throats, and covered their necks with their hands subconsciously, and a hint of redness overflowed along the fingers.

Her lips trembled, she couldn't say a word, and there were a few rounds in her throat, but only a vaguely ‘Uh, um, ah’ voice was heard.

Next second.

The Turkic nobles fell to the ground like a big tree.

A face full of disgust appeared behind the fallen figure, and the viscous blood on the bright Tang blade in his hand dripped and seeped into the loess.

The soldiers who have witnessed the dispersal of their wives and their families are already filled with resentment.

It is understandable that these warriors who survived stepping on the bones of their compatriots vented their anger on the prisoners.

There was no fluctuation on Tang Hao's face, he turned his horse's head, and shouted sharply.

"keep going!"

The three thousand Turkic prisoners undoubtedly made Tang Hao's cavalry marching speed slower.

As the journey is still far away, these captives will also consume part of their food.

For those captives, they can only choose the best and stay.

After this battle, Tang Hao, who had been baptized by the flames of war and tasted the cruelty of the war, had become extremely tough in his heart.

If you treat the foreign invaders softly, you will get the slaughter of innocent people in the frontier, and the soldiers garrisoned in the city have been killed and wounded countless.

...

at the same time.

In the city of Chang'an, the Tubo prince with the vernal equinox face, cupped hands said.

"Even so, let's start!"

A duel between Datang and Tubo finally began at this moment.

Li Hui stood in the clearing, facing the cupped hands of the people around him, and said loudly.

"This is a literary test, so I, Li Hui, represent Datang to challenge the prince of Tubo!"

After all, Li Hui stretched out his hand to signal the Tubo prince to take a seat.

The surrounding Datang people cheered again.

For the literary examination, the people of Datang certainly have confidence in Li Hui.

This little prince, who was born in the royal family, has been very interested in poems and songs since his childhood.

If Tang Hao is a blockbuster geek aside, then Li Hui's talent can definitely be called the title of the number one talented man in the Tang Dynasty.

This time, Li Hui personally went to battle against the Tubo prince.

The people of Datang seemed to have seen the prince of Tubo sitting in the open space, blushing and embarrassed with a thick neck.

The Tubo prince was not in a hurry to take his seat, but walked with a folding fan in his hand.

Slowly walked a few steps around the open space, seeming to be contemplative, but also like strutting in a leisurely courtyard.

After a while, the prince of Tubo turned around slightly and looked at Li Huidao.

"If you compare poems, it can be said that the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom, and it is difficult to determine the superiority of the poetry."

Li Hui, who was already seated, frowned slightly, not knowing what hell the Tubo prince was making.

"Not more than poetry?"

"Then what do you want to test?"

Now is the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, and it is the time when poetry and singing are extremely prosperous.

For the talents of the Tang Dynasty, when they mentioned a literary examination, the first thing they thought of was poems and odes.

However, at this time, does the Tubo prince want to find another way?

The prince of Tubo strolled to Li Hui's case, bowed slightly, his eyes twinkling, and with a hint of smile, he looked at Li Huidao.

"It's better for us to compare couplets. If one team can't match the lower couplets, the winner will be divided."

"Isn't it better for ordinary people to make a decision in such a simple and straightforward way?"

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