Martial Sage

Occasionally, there was a scorching smell of burning corpses in the wind.

Wearing a scarlet cloak, Tang Hao looked at everything in the city indifferently. Those burnt marks were everywhere in the city, and there were faint screams from far away.

The knife was not sealed for three consecutive days.

This was the last order Tang Hao gave.

In the continuing chaos, the killing gradually stopped.

The citizens of Muyang City, who walked staggeringly on the street, numbly hugged a woman who was crying hoarsely, and beside her was her mate, headless body.

There were occasional voices of resistance in the entire city, but they disappeared without a trace in a moment.

The cavalry, who had gained a lot, unloaded the heads of the Muyang City Tigers from their horses' necks and held them in their hands. The other hand, holding the plundered trophy, showed off his own harvest to his companions, and then went to the military camp outside the city in twos and threes.

These slashed heads will be recorded in the book, and in the end they will be the proof of the reward.

Out of humanity, Tang Hao ordered these soldiers not to bully women like barbarians. Of course, they would not resist, except for those who refused to surrender to Tang.

Stroking the blood-stained and dried city wall, with a crystal clear jade lamp on it, containing rose-red grape wine, Tang Hao picked up the jade lamp and gently clinked glasses with Wu Tong beside him.

"You have to learn to enjoy this exotic brew, just like enjoying the victory built of flesh and blood."

Listening to Yun Danfengqing's words, Wu Tong frowned and looked at the liquid like plasma in the wine glass.

Tang Hao's words were full of emotion.

"Look at this castle. It is now devastated, like scars embedded in a person."

"The men in the city, those who do not follow are like beasts, and the women who survived will combine with the Han people stationed here, and even give birth to offspring."

The breath exhaled between the words swayed the wine in the jade lamp into circles of tiny ripples.

Tang Hao slowly took a sip, looked at the soldiers holding their heads and laughed, and took a breath.

"Weak countries have no diplomacy, and without a strong weapon, they can only be slaughtered."

"Think about the unarmed people on our border, how helpless they are when facing these tall horses, copying the burly body of the cold blade?"

"I can't fight all over the world, and I can't fight the union of the nations on my own. We can only make sure that wherever I go, there are only those who are obedient and obedient."

"There are only such people, only such people who are fearful from the bottom of their hearts, that will truly surrender to the feet of our Datang!"

Listening to the words in his ear, Wu Tong frowned and took a sip of the rose-red fermented fermented rice just like Tang Hao.

The entrance is soft, sweet tannins, silky and round, not as sour as expected.

"The wine is good and unexpected."

After the heartfelt praise, Wu Tong ended up talking about Tang Hao.

"So we slaughtered the city before, not only for the Western Turks, but also for the countries that looked forward to it?"

The wind blew across his cheeks, and the great cloak behind him turned with the wind, Tang Hao said lightly.

"A country's strength does not depend on how rich it is, no matter how much money it has, it can't be kept, everything is in vain."

"Just like this plump oasis, no matter how many horses bred that can travel thousands of miles every day, you will eventually escape the fate of being enslaved by Datang!"

In the sight of the city, the slaughtered, scorched, and blood-stained corpses were being carried out from every corner and under the ruins by the remaining obedient citizens.

Throwing onto a wheelbarrow, dragged it toward the huge pit outside the city.

Among these corpses, regardless of high or low, there were soldiers who died in war, innocent civilians, and wealthy people with flocks of cattle and sheep, and some corpses were even covered in gorgeous fur.

Pointing to the piles of corpses on the wagon, Tang Hao slowly exhaled, his tone also becoming extremely heavy.

"Look, we appreciate the tragedy of the aliens at this time, but what about our Datang people who are lying there now?"

There was silence on the wall, Tang Hao squeezed the jade lamp in his hand and slowly put it down.

"A country's real strength depends on whether the soldiers dare to die, whether the emperor dares to fight, and whether the civil servants and generals work together!"

"Only by turning our Datang's soldiers into fierceness, and only by increasing our Datang's national strength to the level that other countries can stand behind, can the surrounding countries be trembling, and such a tragedy will not fall to our heads. ."

After listening to Tang Hao's long talk, Wu Tong, who held the wine cup, fell silent.

He knew that Tang Hao was not alarmist, let alone talkative, but to guide him how to become a qualified general.

In other words, it is about how the instructor Wu Tong became a Martial Sage who is in charge of a party, or a country that frightens the world!

It seems that at this moment, Wu Tong fully understood why Tang Hao had to build so many workshops stupidly, why he had to build such a big restaurant, and even such money that everyone else could put into his own pocket. Invest in shipbuilding.

With one's own strength, prop up a country's sailing dream, prop up a country's pursuit of strength!

A world chess game with a long way to go!

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