Martial Sage

Northern grassland.

The big man in a leather jacket and felt hat leaned on his horse's back, whirring in his ears.

Behind him is a small team of nearly a thousand people, dressed in the same costume, just like a Turkic.

A big bald man looked at his side and roared.

"General Ashina She'er, Da Khan sent us to grab food on the territory of the Tang Dynasty. Is this unclear if we are going to die!"

Hearing this, the leading man snorted coldly and said.

"Fucking, I don't even know the sweaty mind!"

"Since I persuaded Da Khan to retreat to Mobei and cultivate health, I have been targeting me everywhere."

"One is the first one, the other is the one behind. I have deducted half of my soldiers and horses, and I'm mad at thinking about it."

The bald man echoed.

"General, you are capable and supported by our tribe, so why post it under the fence of these mobs?"

"What's more, the general has not been reused here and has been repeatedly squeezed out."

"In my opinion, we might as well throw our hands away and return to our nest. It's a delay!"

After listening, a smile appeared on Ashina She'er's rough face, said.

"I have this intention, but now it is compelling."

"After we have robbed the food and exchanged it with our brothers, let's go back to the house, so we don't have to be angry with this bird!"

The bald man gave a thumbs up to Ashina's and said.

"General, you are still loyal!"

"However, these Han villages are the post stations that connect our Turkic and Datang fur trades. We have been robbed like this, and there will be no place to change the food in the future."

Ashina grinned and said.

"What's the problem? I still have some friendship with the Han village, so I credit some surplus food in advance. Presumably, the Han people there can still sell my thin noodles."

"When the lambs give birth next year, they will return when they arrive at a batch of lambs."

After listening, the bald man smiled lightly and said.

"The general is really brilliant!"

...

Under the same sky, hundreds of miles away.

Over the vast expanse, fifty thousand cavalry and one hundred thousand horses galloped past.

The roar of horse hooves shook the air and trembled the grassland.

Between countless horseshoes fluttering, a trail of mud was turned up, chasing the young man in silver armor at the front.

On the back of this vast war horse, on the slightly immature faces, each face was pale and his eyes were dull.

The bloody tragic scenes in Fangcai's village really left these recruits with lingering fears.

Leading Cheng Chu leaned silently on the bumpy horseback, looked back at the undecided soldiers, and sighed in his heart.

"After all, they are all chicks!"

While his thoughts were floating, Cheng Chu silently glanced at Tang Hao beside him and said.

"General Tang, look at these chicks, they are terrified. If you go on like this, there is no fighting power!"

Hearing this, Tang Hao slowly turned his head, smiled, and said.

"They behaved like this, but it's normal."

"It's okay! It's not the same if you get used to it! Look at those veterans, didn't they also come from this way."

Having said that, Cheng Chumo was still worried and said.

"Seeing that they are about to enter the grassland area, they are so flustered that their subordinates are afraid that they will miss major events!"

While talking, the scout's shout came from far away following the wind.

"Report! Something!"

In a blink of an eye, the scouts galloping in the opposite direction have come close.

Before Tang Hao asked, the scout responded first.

"There is still a village ahead, Zhuangzi...Zhuangzi already..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hai interrupted him directly.

"Also... no more?"

When the scout heard the words, he nodded slowly.

Although it had been predicted, Tang Hao's heart suddenly sank after the scout said this.

"Speed ​​up the march, let's go and see!"

The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the sunset glow in the sky, hanging on Yun Tian in the west.

In a village with less than a hundred people hidden in the jungle canyon, Tang Hao, who had rushed to the hill, had a big glance.

The corpses were scattered everywhere in the tribe, and Blood Qi was permeated.

Burnt tents, granaries, and sporadic flames.

The charred corpse was curled up on the ground, waiting to converge.

Lao Ya stood on his fingers and wailed, showing a dilapidated and messy color.

Tang Hao slowly closed his eyes, his expression extremely gloomy.

Once upon a time, Tang Hao led a large army to avoid Turkic chasing and blocking, and this is the valley where he walked.

After learning about the Han people, these simple villagers slaughtered sheep and cattle, and even took out all their food and gave them a warm hospitality.

Unexpectedly, after a few months, I returned to my homeland again, and I was separated from these villagers, Yin & Yang.

This time, the recruits were not afraid, but there were endless sadness and anger.

Some soldiers carrying the corpses even cried out in pain.

In half an hour, all these villagers were buried.

Tang Hao stepped on top of Wu Hao, with a touch of sadness in his eyes, glanced at the recruits who were touching the tears, and shouted.

"It is a soldier's duty to protect the family and the country! If you fail to protect these Datang citizens, the commander is also responsible!"

"Today, the people who fell here are the people of Datang, the compatriots of Datang!"

"I hope you will remember today's hatred, and return these angers to those barbarians who are hand-blade compatriots in the near battlefield!"

After that, Tang Hao shook the horse's rein, glanced at the soldiers with red eyes, and shouted.

"It's no use crying! It's a man, so just pick up my weapon."

"Fight for the people of Datang, fight for the families far away in their homeland!"

War is cruel and bloody, cold-blooded, and even unreasonable!

Just like these people who died tragically, their village is nothing but a post station.

It is nothing more than a hub for the fur and grain trade between Datang and Turks.

The reason why they were slaughtered to death was just a way for the Turkic barbarians to vent their anger towards Tang.

But what is wrong with these people?

The road ahead is long, unintentionally sorrowful, and the army, under the leadership of Tang Hao, continues to pull out.

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