Martial Sage

Huh~

There was a burst of eagles from the sky, and Tu Yu stood outside the big tent, looking at the gloomy sky.

Last night, Mengshan was slaughtered and the youngest son of Axijie was held hostage.

Datang's soldiers were in Muyang City, and he had not advanced yet, but his heart was vaguely uneasy.

Surrendering to Datang, this may be the stain of his life, especially the massacre of the generals of the same clan, and the kidnapping of this child, it is a shame on the grassland!

But he has no choice!

Thinking of the ruthless Tang general who was stationed in Muyang City, his mind could not help but see the pictures of those wives being cast down on the city wall. He closed his eyes, and all that revolved in his mind were the pleadings of the late wives and concubines. Both pleading eyes!

Now that he embarks on this road of no return, he can no longer look back!

He never doubted that the Tang general who lived in the stone castle would kill his own family without hesitation without hesitation!

Tu Yu couldn't forget the look in General Tang's eyes, like a wolf, cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel!

When he saw those living lives disappearing before his eyes, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, or even waves.

Thinking of this, Tu Yu couldn't help shivering, and the scimitar in his hand shook slightly, dripping red blood stains.

Turning his head to look at the trembling child with his hands and feet tied up on the desk, Tu Yu walked over step by step.

"You are not young anymore, and you know that I am the brother who killed your father, your only relative now!"

Tu Yu slowly stopped taking a step in front of the child, and the scimitar in his hand was slowly raised. The blood stains flowed down the blade and stained Tu Yu's palm.

The boy bit his lip, his tears fell down, shaking back.

"I... I don't want to die..."

The candlelight flickered, and Tu Yu was about to slash with a knife for a moment. This scene seemed quite similar.

It's like the child who is about to be put on the wall.

The next moment, a voice appeared in my mind.

"Father, save me...save me..."

The lifted knife was slowly put down, and it was inserted into the scabbard with a bang, and he leaned down to look at the shivering boy, stretched out his blood-stained hand, and touched the boy's cheek.

"If you want to survive, you must be obedient!"

Mengshan is dead, and many things need to be dealt with.

Tu Yu knew in his heart that if he did not handle well at this moment, it would be difficult to get out of this tribe with 20,000 militiamen and 2,000 soldiers!

And now this boy is his best tool.

The boy summoned the generals who were already lying down in the big tent, and Tu Yu and the boy sat side by side in the first seat of the tent.

Mengshan's body was so abruptly in the center of the big tent, which was particularly conspicuous.

After a glance, his face was astonished, and Tu Yu said in a deep voice, pressing his hands on the generals with knives around their waists.

"Next, let's talk about..."

...

The campfire rose and crackled.

Su Dingfang walked slowly among the hurried soldiers and inspected the camp with Duan Zhixuan.

"Since General Tang entered this Western Region, he has become more and more murderous."

The gray-bearded Su Dingfang slowly turned his head and looked at Duan Zhixuan.

"When it comes to ruthless methods and changeable tactics, no one in this generation of Datang can match them."

A low voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Tang Hao slowly walked out of the military tent with his hands behind his back.

"Uncle thinks I shouldn't slaughter the city, let alone use Tu Yu's family as a weapon to threaten him?"

The two of them walked to the side of the Chinese army's big tent without feeling while they were talking, and they happened to collide with Tang Hao while whispering.

But in the barracks, it doesn't hurt to talk about it. After all, this is not a strict palace, and Tang Hao is not a superior king.

Stroking his white beard, Su Dingfang's expression became a little serious.

"Perhaps it's getting old, you don't see these unarmed people being put on a cutting board, letting mermaid meat, let alone women and children being treated like this."

After a pause, Su Dingfang reminded him, looking at the face that did not show happiness, anger, sorrow or joy.

"You are young and promising, and you have made outstanding contributions. You have become the pillar of the Tang Dynasty."

"Too many murders, the old man is afraid it will cause criticism from future generations."

Tang Hao glanced at the busy soldiers around him, found a campfire, and sat down.

"That's okay, at least after this battle, our Datang Army will not suffer much damage."

After that, he pointed to the soldier who was carrying the wounded soldier who came oncoming, and said slowly.

"You see, even against these pawns who have gone, we still cannot ensure the safety of all pawns."

Holding down the simple stretcher sliding past him, Tang Hao uncovered the sheet, looked at the torn wound on the wounded soldier's leg, and ordered.

"Don't be stingy with herbs, so as not to cause leg problems later."

After that, Tang Hao turned his head slowly and continued.

"The moat of Muyang City is the main place to enter and leave the Western Regions! If they can't be completely surrendered and attacked again and again, have you ever settled the bill, how many people are we going to die?"

"Think about how many people died in the two attacks on the East Turks."

Su Dingfang sighed and sat down.

"The way is a bit extreme..."

"You trade your reputation for the least loss of the three armies, hey! Not everyone will understand!"

Duan Zhixuan also frowned and squatted by the campfire.

The flames reflected on the flickering cheeks, looking sad and solemn.

"Tang Hao! The old ladies are not worried about other things, but your reputation!"

There was a smile on his serious face, and he threw a branch into the campfire.

Amid the crackling and burning sound, Tang Hao's voice came faintly.

"It's okay!"

"What I care about is whether Tu Yu can play this game well."

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