Martial Sage

Marquis Mansion.

At midday, a group of carriages quietly arrived at the front gate of the mansion courtyard.

Each of the four carriages carried two golden-rimmed wooden boxes, and thirty or so guards from the Jin Dynasty Mansion stood beside the carriages, keeping every step of the way.

Obviously the things in this box are obviously valuable.

But for this neighbourhood, giving gifts during the New Year is no longer a rare thing, and not many people pay attention to it.

The cupped hands of the leading guards bowed and looked particularly respectful, and said to the guard of the Marquis Mansion.

"Trouble you to report to Beihou. The artifacts entrusted to King Jin have been completed, and I hope Master Hou can check it."

When it was heard that the subordinates ordered by King Jin himself came to serve it, the nurse at the hospital did not dare to ask more, and ran directly to the mansion to report.

Not long after, Tang Hao strode out of the mansion gate, and said to all the guards and soldiers.

"Everyone, you have worked hard."

After that, he waved his hand behind him and said.

"Move to the North House warehouse."

When the family members hurriedly moved the boxes, Tang Hao took the cloth pouch prepared in Wu Tong's hand and stuffed it into the Lingtou guard's hand, said.

"These are some hard work for the craftsmen and brothers."

The guard naturally knew that King Jin and Tang Hao had a close relationship, and he dared not accept it.

Tang Hao pushed his arm back and said.

"At this age, I'm trying to be happy. These are used to buy some wine for my brothers! You must not refuse."

"In addition, I hope you keep this matter confidential."

This was also the first time this guard had dealt with Tang Hao. The kind words and approachable attitude immediately made the guard's affection for Tang Hao greatly increased.

The guard smirked, slowly put the coins into his pocket, and said with a pat on his chest.

"Master Hou, don't worry, even if you don't speak, the little one will definitely not leak it."

Tang Hao nodded slightly as a response.

Tang Hao didn't need to be so polite to such a small official.

But after thinking about it, if you really want to enter the era of hot weapons, you will definitely have to deal with these people.

There is not much wrong with having a good relationship with these people now.

Waiting to send off the soldiers, Tang Hao took Wu Tong and couldn't wait to head towards the warehouse.

This was Tang Hao's first batch of cross-age weapons in this different time and space.

Opening the box, rows of firecrackers lying in the dry grass appeared in front of them.

After the improved firecracker, the three barrels are cast as a whole, and the powder chambers are connected to each other, which can be used for three-barrel fire.

Touching the cold gun, Tang Hao became a little excited, picked up one, and looked at it.

Wu Tong looked at the dark, with a touch of doubt in his excitement, took one, held it in his hand, and said.

"Master Hou, this...is this the one that breathed the fire back then? It doesn't seem to be the same."

Tang Hao flipped the fire gun in his hand and said.

"With a slight change, this one is even more powerful."

"Go and fetch the wooden horse drawings from my study, and let the carpenters hurry up production."

"Try to install these hundreds of firecrackers before going on the expedition!"

The so-called Trojan horse is a small horsehead-shaped accessory on the firecracker, mainly used for compacting gunpowder and confined spaces.

Regardless of the small size of this accessory, it is a powerful weapon for Ascension.

Of course, the record of this small object was accidentally encountered by Tang Hao in later generations.

While talking, the housekeeper's cries sounded in the front yard of the North House.

"Master Hou, Grandpa Rong is here!"

Putting down the fire, Tang Hao hurriedly took Wu Tong to greet him.

As soon as he walked out of the North House, there was an urgent call from the Honorable Father-in-law.

"Dingbeihou, where is Dingbeihou?"

Hearing this, Tang Hao's heart sank.

At this juncture, with the hurried father-in-law, something important must have happened.

With a touch of doubt, Tang Hao turned around the corner of the room, making the grandfather bump into his arms full.

Tang Hao quickly bowed and said.

"Grandpa Rong, but what's the big deal?"

Rong Gonggong eagerly said.

"Ding Beihou, the old slave came here to bring a word for your majesty."

"Your Majesty will decide the Beihou. If our Datang uses troops against the East Turks, will we be able to win it in two months?"

Hearing this question, the muscles on Tang Hao's face twitched a few times unconsciously.

This battle is a battle for the survival of the East Turks, and all the people of the Turkic tribes have almost become a foregone conclusion.

If you just count the strength of your troops, it will reach around 80,000 if you don't talk about it.

But on Datang's side, it was completely different from the previous siege.

The eradication of the East Turkistan this time is to penetrate deep into the hinterland of the grasslands, even if the size of the force cannot be small.

What's more, at such a long distance, escorting grain and grass, the strength of the army's feet is almost about 150,000.

The total comes down to more than 200,000 people.

This is probably the biggest battle since the founding of Datang!

And the grasslands are vast and vast, not to mention that it is not easy to find those scattered Turkic forces.

Even if it comes and goes, it will take a month!

At this time, the king of Tang actually thought of destroying the East Turks as much as possible within two months!

Isn't this in the Arabian Nights?

Although Jie Li Khan is no longer there, how can there be no talents among the remaining tiger masters?

For a time, Tang Hao couldn't think of how to end this battle within these two months!

What's more, Tang Hao now knows that the Western Turks have changed!

Now let alone two months, if the West Turkic army rushes to help, can they win the capital problem?

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