Martial Sage

The tiger father has no dogs.

Both are blood-blooded people on the battlefield, and among the usual educated children, these thoughts of giving their lives for the country are interspersed.

It is said that the person who fought many battles but finally stood firm is called a general.

No general is hiding in a safe corner, praying for victory in the war, and then inexplicably able to sit in this position.

The cupped fist thanked the two veterans, Tang Hao said loudly.

"Even if the two generals have such trust in Tang, then I, Tang, will definitely be able to refuse to accept the general's entrustment, and I will definitely win this Goguryeo!"

The big deal was done, but the wishes of the two veterans were defeated, and the sorrow on the faces of the two veterans finally disappeared.

Cheng Zhi beat Tang Hao on the shoulder, his face was full of bleakness.

"Tang Hao, the old man and the old brother Yuchi at that time were all people who had experienced that disaster."

"But no one knows, the most powerful lieutenant under the old man's command has never been to sleep in that land."

The veteran has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and there is a trace of wounds on his cheeks, and tears are looming in the red eye circles.

There was a sense of sadness in the mumbled words, and he fell into memories.

"The recovered bones were in shattered condition. The old man searched for a day among the bones of the mountain, but he only found a leg bone that was chopped."

"The old man knows that the leg bones belonged to him. They were left behind when he ran away from the bandit's den with the old man on his back, but the other bone horrors, the old man can no longer tell..."

In the quiet hall, there was no sound, and the air exuded a sentimental breath.

For a long while.

Cheng Zhijie raised his head and rubbed his wet eyes.

"Tang boy, do you know what the old man has been looking forward to all these years?"

Without waiting for Tang Hao's reply, Cheng Zhijie let out a long sigh of relief, with killing intent in his eyes.

"The old man only hopes to go to Liaodong again, to stab the guards and guards of the past and poke them into ashes!"

Tang Hao had never had the experience of losing his comrade-in-arms, and Tang Hao didn't want to have it.

I once remembered that during the battle of the East Turks, Cheng Chumo was deeply surrounded by the enemy, was shot by Liu Ya, and his life was hanging by a thread.

At that moment, seeing the bloody stubborn figure falling down, Tang Hao was really afraid that at that moment, he would be separated from Deva, the former comrade in arms.

"Uncle Cheng, don't worry, the old hatred and hatred will be left to us Juniors."

"Senior's blood can't be left for nothing! The barbarians must pay for their blood!"

"You can rest in the imperial city and wait for the news of our victory and triumph."

With good words to persuade the two veterans, and finally persuaded the two to let go of their obsessions and send away the two elders, Tang Hao fell on his seat and thought carefully.

Today's navy tribes are all trained by General Yan from the south of the Yangtze River. This general Yan has specified that he wants to show off in this battle. As for whether he listens to own instructions, it is still a headache.

This time the battle is bound to cooperate on land and water, so that Gai Suwen has no extra time to defeat each one.

If this General Yan was to act as a hero himself, I'm afraid it would be a big deal!

Thinking of this, Tang Hao got up and wrote a note, took a small parcel and handed it to the servant at home, handed it over to the vegetable farmer, and sent it to the newly built barren mountain barracks.

There is not much time delay at the moment. Tang Hao has been in such a few days and has no time to control the military camp that is on the right track, and there are important things to prepare.

Wu Tong in the arm house slowly walked out, looking at Tang Hao who was slightly irritated, and was about to comfort him. Tang Hao's words came first.

"Pass the book to the Jiangnan land, and let the public and the Quercus party prepare some black oil."

"It must be as fast as possible, the quantity must not be small, and the quantity that can hold dozens of bath tubs is better!"

The so-called black oil, which is the name of the Tang Dynasty, is actually the oil originally dug out from the mountains.

It is thick and thick, with a pungent smell. Although the people of Datang at this time knew about this object, they did not use it on a large scale.

After all, this oil mixed with too much mixture is unpleasant, and it also has thick black smoke. When you cook a meal, you smoked the whole house to the bottom of a pot.

Over time, even poor families are reluctant to use such things.

Of course, not wanting to use it does not mean that no one will sell it! These kinds of things are used more often in the burning of crops in the wild, and in some earth kilns in the wild.

Wu Tong twisted his brow slightly.

"This is the way to break the enemy?"

Tang Hao smiled.

"Our gunpowder is limited. Today's gunpowder is all made into cannonballs. Perhaps the black oil that can burn can be made into some incendiary bombs and thrown into the city to offset the consumption of our cannonballs."

After listening to Tang Hao's words, Wu Tong stopped asking more questions, turned and left the house, and went down to prepare.

One bite can't make a big Fatty.

All things need to be done one by one before we can continue with the work behind him.

After finally returning from the barracks to Tang Mansion, Tang Hao didn't want to just settle military affairs in a hurry, occupying this last warm time.

I got up and went to the warm house, talked some love words with the two ladies, and hugged the two lively and chaotic babies. Those troubles that had just happened seemed to have been diminished by this slow sense of happiness.

At dusk, Tang Hao hugged the thin quilt, sinking into his dreamland.

It is a good thing to have the opportunity to sleep, and when you enter the land of Liaodong, I am afraid that only the starry sky and the flames of war will accompany you.

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