Martial Sage

The golden sunset rises.

This green, gem-like grassland finally escaped a catastrophe.

Among the Turkic tribes, young women beat their blood-stained robe and armor by the stream.

The children touched the bright armors of the Datang sergeants, speaking words that the Han people could not understand.

The men took out their own jerky and stuffed them with the shirking Datang sergeants.

The whole camp presents a peaceful atmosphere.

Li Wanqing, with a gauze strap tied to her hand, sat on Gaopo side by side with Tang Hao, looking at the tribe with smoke under her feet.

The breeze came slowly, blowing the hair, sweeping across the clean jade surface.

"Don't they hate it?"

Hearing this, Tang Hao smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes moved with the running and frolicking children in the tribe.

"Yes! Why not."

"Datang has washed the grasslands twice, and there were hundreds of thousands of dead and wounded soldiers."

"There must be their relatives, brothers, and friends among these bones."

After that, Tang Hao slowly retracted his gaze and looked at the figure beside him.

The profile picture outlined by the golden sunlight is moving and makes people look a little silly.

Tang Hao's faint voice came.

"It is precisely because these people have experienced the heart-piercing separation of life and death that they have a special desire to live."

"Most of them were originally just a pile of corpses lying on the ground, but the life that still lives and lives is here. This is a gift from Datang."

"By the way, do they still have a choice now? Or, do they have the right to hate under the power?"

Li Wanqing listened to Tang Hao's words and laughed.

"You are just a twenty-year-old man. How come you hear that you have entered the world deeply and vicissitudes of life?"

The listener smiled faintly and answered unintentionally.

The two lives are human, the memory is still there, and the experience is not richer, that is a strange thing.

He whispered beside him.

"The tribe who is ambushing Yinshan Mountain has entered the royal court. Thanks to your general, you can eat a few meals of great wine and meat."

Speaking of this, the sound stopped abruptly, and said with an exclamation.

"Ah! The Turkic Tiger Master is still wandering in the grassland, what do you plan to do with it?"

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"Dogs of the bereaved family, so what is it?"

"The vast grassland, let them run around."

After that, Tang Hao said nothing, smiled lightly, pillowed his head, and lay down slowly.

He snapped off a wild grass and held it in his mouth, looking at the blue sky, the thin clouds were like flakes, and the clouds were soothing.

It seems that all this has returned to that Wu You careless, self when she was herding cattle.

At that time, it was so calm, leisurely, without killing...

Li Wanqing turned to look at the leisurely figure beside her, leaning on her side, and slowly lying down.

The hand inadvertently touched the Helishu in the pocket of his sleeve, and there was a tangled in his heart.

Shouldn't it be mentioned?

Tangled for a while, turning his head slightly.

In the eyes, the handsome side face closed his eyes, the weeds swayed, and it was particularly leisurely.

Li Wanqing turned her head and looked at the pair of birds in the sky, with a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.

In the breeze, there was a faint whisper, like a whisper, like a whisper, floating like a thread.

"If time could stay in this moment, it would be great..."

Saying goodbye to the Turkic tribe, the two armies are full of bags, and set off again to Langxu Mountain.

The mighty Tang Qi team stretched for several miles.

The large and large Tang character flag, floating in the breeze, is tumbling and floating.

Breathing the fresh air with green grass and soil, Tang Hao only felt very comfortable.

This battle did not cause much damage, but completely conquered the East Turks.

History is often surprisingly similar.

The fourth spring of Yuanshou in the Western Han Dynasty.

The Martial God of the Han Dynasty ordered Wei Qing and Huo Qubing to lead 50,000 cavalry troops to leave Dingxiang and Daijun to seek and annihilate the main force of the Huns.

At that time, Huo Qubing was on the western front.

Crossed Lihou Mountain, crossed the Gonglu River, and fought with King Zuo Xian of the Xiongnu.

More than 70,000 people were wiped out, and only more than 10,000 people were lost.

In this time and space, during the Zhenguan period, Tang Hao led the Datang cavalry all the way north.

Also led 50,000 soldiers on the Western Front.

In the end, he broke the Turks and lost more than 10,000.

If someone compares them, they find that the two people are really surprisingly similar.

They all did the same extraordinary things in their young years.

On the slowly walking horse, Li Wanqing turned her head to the side and looked at the young boy who was distracted.

Tang Hao's figure is full of a pair of clever eyes.

In these days in the Turkic tribe, Li Wanqing accompanied Tang Hao all day, almost inseparable.

As Tang Hao said, people who have experienced separation often cherish the reunion in front of them more.

Watch the morning sun rise in Yinshan, watch the sunset fall in the evening.

Look at the leisurely gnawing grass, watching the eagle soaring in the sky.

It seems that in Li Wanqing's world, the man in front of him is indispensable in life.

With a touch of tension and anxiety, Li Wanqing asked softly, tentatively.

"If it's Heli, are you... still willing to marry me?"

As soon as the voice fell, Li Wanqing's heart suddenly became guilty, holding her breath and waiting for the answer from the person beside her.

However, the figure on the opposite side was silent.

Li Wanqing's heart was tight, didn't he think that way?

When I was disappointed, I quietly raised the corner of my eyes and saw the figure outside the wandering things.

Suddenly, Li Wanqing's heart was choked.

It turned out that this person did not answer.

But I didn't even hear the questioning like a mosquito and fly.

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