Martial Sage

More than one hundred thousand travels, there is no end in sight.

Tang Hao walked along with his horse, and occasionally stopped at nearby higher ground to see if the entire army showed signs of disconnection.

Since stepping on this vast expanse, I have become accustomed to the soldiers from the Central Plains, and some of the soldiers have suffered from altitude sickness such as chest tightness, sweating, and shortness of breath.

Especially since childhood, Life is in Jiangdong, and the soldiers along the coast are especially obvious.

In this era, it is almost impossible to overcome this reaction, but fortunately, for this type of disease, as long as you get enough rest, reduce consumption, or go to low-lying places, it will alleviate, and it will not cause most of the attrition.

Cheng Chumo stared at some sick and feeble soldiers lying prone on horseback and lying on the wheelbarrow.

"Brother Tang, what's the reason for this?"

"It was good when we came here. We only raised a few troops, and we were a little uncomfortable."

"How come so many soldiers are all sick? Could it be that the jerky that the Western Turks gave us is poisonous?"

Tang Hao glanced at Cheng Chumo, who had been tanned by the plateau sun these days, and Tang Hao gently waved his hand.

"If they really poisoned us, can we still live to this day?"

"Give him 10,000 courage and dare not gamble with the life of the whole family."

"This is altitude sickness. It is normal. If the order is passed down, the soldiers will slow down a bit. Don't worry."

"When we came here, all of them were almost the same as the shopkeepers. Now you can see that there are no less than 50 trolleys for transporting goods, and each rut can be pressed half an inch deep. With continuous trampling, the ice and snow have some signs of melting. The road is muddy, and every foot is pushing like a cow. It’s fortunate not to fall down."

Tang Hao had no choice but to rotate the cavalry and the feet to move forward.

Although only nearly a thousand soldiers experienced altitude sickness due to unacceptable water and soil, the falling of their companions and the cold sweating scenes that seemed to be choked by their throats still made the soldiers around them panic.

Occasionally, when they were resting, the soldiers would gather together and talk quietly, but the whispers of more than 100,000 people were still noisy.

After the military order was passed down, everyone felt relieved.

Duan Zhixuan glanced at the soldiers lying flat on top of the cargo on the truck, feeling quite thankful.

"Fortunately, the old man has been guarding the border for many years. He has stayed in this grassland and high mountains for a long time, and he is quite comfortable here."

Su Qingjie, the rich young man who grew up in the imperial city with a golden spoon in his hand, has a pale face, a nausea in his chest, and more or less altitude sickness.

Tang Hao knew that the current situation was not optimistic. Only by quickly shifting to the lower plains could this symptom be relieved.

Otherwise, stay on this plateau forever, and if this continues, those soldiers who are already serious will probably have their lives worried.

After the marching team was full again, there was a commotion.

Although the commotion hadn't reached the front, many of the soldiers on the move still couldn't help but glance back.

Tang Hao's attention was also attracted, and his steps stopped.

"What happened over there?"

"Chu Mo, you take someone to have a look."

Cheng Chumo was about to turn his horse's head and leave, when the captain galloped over from behind.

"General, General Su, who is in charge of supervising the grain and grass, fell off his horse and fainted."

Not all generals on this road were the same as Tang Hao, leading and leading the battle.

Su Qingjie, for example, supervises the infantry, unifies the coordination of infantry, shield soldiers, and archers, and Duan Zhixuan, who is mainly responsible for guarding the soldiers of the siege equipment family...

If any link is lost, it will affect the march of the entire army.

Hearing this news, Tang Hao turned around.

"I'll take a look, Chu Mo, you continue to move forward with the army."

The group of people gathered along the advancing, and the stagnant team moved forward slowly again.

When he arrived at the bottom of the grain and grass tribe, Su Dingfang had slowly regained consciousness.

After taking off the water bag tied around his waist, Tang Hao handed it over to Su Qingjie and poured it down on Su Dingfang.

With an apologetic look, Su Dingfang looked at Tang Hao in front of him, with a wry smile on his pale cheeks with cold sweat.

"People are old and useless."

"Just now I was riding the horse well, and suddenly I saw gold stars, and my eyes went dark, and I couldn't remember anything."

Tang Hao leaned the old man on a rock to rest for a while, and sat down on his back.

"It's not to blame you, it's not uncommon for those strong soldiers to have such a situation."

"Or you can get on our chariot and cultivate for a while. As for the soldiers, I will send a personal guard."

Hearing Tang Hao's suggestion, Su Dingfang waved his hand again and again.

"How about that?"

"This is the last time the old man has played. If he sits on a carriage like this, his feet are not touching the ground, and his eyes can't witness the westward journey of this road, how can it be considered a complete conquest?"

Taking a look at this persistent old general, Tang Hao secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart.

With this strenuous effort, our Datang Barracks can't worry about it!

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