Martial Sage

Langxu Mountain.

After a day's construction, the rough altar has been built.

In the early spring, cold wind blew on the low Langxu Mountain.

The howling north wind passed through the mountains, whimpering, making Tang Hao unable to sleep for a long time.

Stepping out of the big tent, he looked up at the starry sky, the starry sky flickered and starry.

Especially on the mountain top with pure air, as if the starry sky is within reach.

Upon closer inspection, Tang Hao suddenly realized that today's celestial phenomenon is exactly the five-star spectacle.

As the ancients said, the five-star linking pearl is a turbulent world of monster stars.

Tang Hao shook his head slightly, and chuckled softly.

What demon stars in this world are just some mysterious tricks played by those heavenly officials.

Almost at the same moment, in the tunnel, Wu Cairen's enchanting and gorgeous face came to mind.

At this moment, Tang Hao's heart was shocked.

Wasn't this powerful person who rewritten the history of the Tang Dynasty exactly the eternal female emperor Wu Zetian?

In the dark, it seems that this astrological phenomenon is inextricably linked with all the phenomena on the ground.

After pondering for a while, Tang Hao's brows stretched out.

As a modern person living in ancient times, is it true that those who are close to Zhu are red and black are black, so he has the breath of the ancients and has become superstitious?

Thinking of this, Tang Hao shook his head, shook off all these random thoughts, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Facing the mountain breeze, looking at the altar that was already built not far away, there was a touch of relief in my heart.

I can be regarded as being in this another world, and I have mixed up some famous people, and this way of fighting and killing is a final return.

Quietly looking at the altar, thinking about own past.

Tang Hao suddenly realized that he didn't know when, he seemed to have melted into this great Tang, and loved this country deeply.

After giving Li Wanqing a good fur quilt, and covering the own fur cloak, Tang Hao returned to his own tent and fell asleep.

Chen Shi.

The first ray of sunlight shone on the formed stone brick altar, and the soldiers became busy.

Sacrifices such as bull heads and sheep heads taken from the Turkic tribe were placed on the altar.

During the Northern Expedition, Tang Hao did not bring any trivial objects used to seal Zen, but just some simple supplies.

Feng Chan is a solemn and Sacred thing.

Although there are very few objects, the ceremony cannot be ignored.

As a soldier of Datang, Tang Hao couldn't do so much etiquette as the Emperor Chaotang defeated him, but he could pay homage in the manner of a soldier.

Noon.

Wearing armor, Tang Hao stepped up the built altar step by step under the attention of all the soldiers.

The majestic and passionate words slowly resounded at the top of Langxu Mountain.

"Da Tang Ding Beihou, Tang Hao, today, Dai Jun entrusted Zen, sincerely, to inform the gods of heaven and earth."

"I lead a mighty teacher to defend the territory of the Tang Dynasty. I have repeatedly committed crimes against barbarians on the border.

"In ancient times, there were Ming instructions. Hua Yi needs to argue strictly and keep justice in spring and autumn. As a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, he died as the soul of the army of the Tang Dynasty.

"Now Zhu Yi has strengthened Tang's prestige, and the vast grasslands have become the territory of the Tang Dynasty!"

The vigorous voice resounded above the vast grassland and spread in all directions.

Tang Hao suddenly drew out the Blue Nightmare Sword and engraved it on the stone tablet standing on the top of the mountain.

"All the barbarians inside and outside, whoever dares to call a soldier will be cut!"

It is also inscribed in the name of Tang Hao, on the left side of the stele.

Below the altar.

Forty thousand soldiers, dressed in bright armor, holding a bright Tang knife, full of solemnity.

At this moment, they were deeply proud and proud of themselves as a Tang resident and a Tang soldier.

The hissing cry, Qi Qi shouted from the mouth of the stretched soldiers.

"Datang, glory!"

"Datang, glory!"

"Datang, glory!"

The voice of forty thousand people was like a thunder that exploded on the grassland.

The herders who are still herding horses and cattle on the grassland seem to feel something at this moment.

The light gathered in the direction of that Langxu Mountain. In those pairs of eyes, there was fear, admiration, and reverence...

This is the majesty of the Tang Dynasty and the majesty of the Han nationality. It is engraved on the stone stele and imprinted in the heart of every grasslander.

The fragrance lingers, drifting along the wind.

Pray for the world, pray for blessings and make wishes.

After a long time, Feng Chan ended.

Tang Hao slowly turned around and walked down the altar step by step.

Tens of thousands of soldiers, looking at the slowly coming figure, raised the Tang Dao in their hands, the swords pointed at the sky, and shouted in unison.

"Dingbeihou!"

"Dingbeihou!"

"Dingbeihou!"

At this point, Tang Hao deserved the name of Beihou.

Undoubtedly, these recruits are lucky, and they will be the witnesses of this northern expedition.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of Datang, under the leadership of this brave and resourceful coach, crushed and surrendered the entire East Turkic tribe step by step.

The army flag of Datang was finally inserted in the golden tent palace of the Yinshan Mountain.

Every young soldier was filled with fanaticism and admiration on his face.

The high-pitched shouts were filled with strong worship for the strong, and endless respect for the strong.

Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand, and the sky-shaking scream just ended.

There was a touch of majesty on Jun Lang's face, and Tang Hao waved his hand.

"The class teacher returns to the court!"

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