The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

In the early morning, the sun shines on the land of Rangcheng.

There were corpses everywhere, scattered everywhere, with almost no place to stand.

The broken flags, rolled-up weapons, and the wailing horses lying on the ground all spoke of the brutality of the battle last night.

Two Japanese soldiers carried the body of the Baekje soldier and threw it straight into the trench.

The corpses in the trenches had been piled up until they were as flat as the ground. At a glance, all the trenches visible to the naked eye were covered with corpses.

Many Japanese soldiers simply sat beside the pile of corpses, eating breakfast with tired faces.

Yamamoto and his soldiers couldn't help but look aside when they saw the tragic situation in front of them.

But it was the same scene everywhere, with corpses and blood everywhere.

"General, please let us use these corpses to fill the Tang people's trap." The Japanese soldier on the side reminded Yamamoto.

Yamamoto nodded and waved gently.

More Japanese soldiers were involved in the work of carrying these corpses.

Time passed slowly until noon, when they finally filled all the trenches with the corpses of Baekje soldiers.

At a glance, it is a complete hell scene.

And just when Yamamoto was about to go back and report to Otsuka Yoshio, a Tang Army team suddenly appeared in the distance.

And there seemed to be quite a lot of them.

"Array!" Yamamoto shouted immediately.

The soldiers behind him quickly formed a formation, while in front Xu Shiji commanded 50,000 Tang soldiers and stopped five hundred meters away from the Japanese army.

Although Xu Shiji was used to seeing corpses, he also knew that there would be countless casualties on the battlefield.

But now when he saw the corpses of Baekje soldiers in front of him, filling all the trenches they dug, Xu Shiji couldn't help but twitch in his heart.

He could never have imagined that the Japanese country

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Yoshio Otsuka is so crazy.

Except for the 3,000 people they captured, all the remaining Baekje soldiers were killed by the Japanese.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, Xu Shiji truly realized it at this moment.

"These Japanese people really have no conscience at all. The Baekje soldiers have helped them a lot. Now they don't even leave a single person alive!"

"No wonder His Highness hates Japanese people so much when he talks about them. Japan is the first country to do such cruel actions."

"No, I didn't understand why His Highness resented Japanese people in the past, but now I understand!"

"Nana, even the enemy would not kill like this, not to mention that they were a united front before."

"The Japanese people really deserve to die!"

Many generals around Xu Shiji were scolding the Japanese people for being hateful.

Xu Shiji did not express his position.

As far as he is concerned, no matter whether the Japanese are good or bad, they must be punished today.

"The pikemen are in front, the archers are supporting them, kill!" Xu Shiji immediately gave the order to charge without much hesitation.

Yamamoto on the opposite side didn't even react. He was still wondering where this Tang man got the courage to come out and seek death.

Unexpectedly, the other side actually took action directly.

"Baga!" Yamamoto was furious and immediately commanded his Japanese soldiers to fight: "The archers fired arrows, and the shield soldiers blocked the pike soldiers on the opposite side."

Dense rain of arrows came from a distance, and soldiers on both sides continued to fall down after being struck by arrows.

But neither side retreated, and soldiers from both sides were slowly approaching the battlefield in the middle.

Between every breath, at least two soldiers fell

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Soon, the air in Yangcheng was filled with the strong smell of blood.

An hour later, Yamamoto could already feel that his soldiers were decreasing and retreating.

The attack from the other side is too strong.

Yamamoto even believed that the other side had already used all its remaining troops on this battle.

"Withdraw!" Yamamoto knew that the thousands of men under his command were no match for the Tang army opposite him.

After an hour of fierce fighting and half of the losses, they immediately retreated with their men.

Otsuka Yoshio already knew the news of the attack by the Tang army ahead, but he did not panic in any way.

He still has more than 70,000 Japanese soldiers under his command. Isn't it easy to deal with 50,000 Tang troops?

Seeing Yamamoto retreat, he immediately sent out another team in an attempt to block Xu Shiji's army.

But Xu Shiji had no intention of continuing the attack.

Instead, they camped on the spot, blocking the center of Yangcheng.

This move surprised Otsuka Yoshio. Even though he knew that he had more troops than him, the Tang army did not withdraw, but stood in front of him.

"Report——"

A rushing voice came from outside the camp.

"Sir, the South City Gate has received news that the three thousand troops we left behind were attacked by the Tang people and have been completely wiped out."

"Now the south city gate is closed, we can't go back!"

"Nani?" Otsuka Yoshio's expression changed drastically.

The three thousand troops he left behind at the South City Gate were attacked by the Tang army and completely wiped out?

Yoshio Otsuka's first instinct was that it was impossible.

I have 3,000 troops, but the opponent needs at least 10,000 to 20,000 troops to capture them in such a short time.

But now the Tang army’s 50,000 troops

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Standing in front of them, how could there be other 20,000 Tang troops coming around behind them?

"Who asked you to fake the military report? The remaining 50,000 people from the Tang Dynasty are in front. Where did they come from to attack us from behind?" Yamamoto's expression also changed drastically, and he even directly said that the person who sent the order was fake.

"General, it's true. Many people from the Tang Army came. Three thousand of us were directly surrounded. There was no way to escape."

"I also escaped by pretending to be dead. Look, General." The messenger revealed the long knife marks on his back.

Yamamoto turned pale.

If it is true as the messenger said, there are still 50,000 Tang troops at the south gate, they will be really in danger.

"Sir." Yamamoto called Otsuka Yoshio.

Otsuka Yoshio's face was ashen, but he pointed at the messenger in front of him: "This guy must be sent from the opposite side. He wants to disturb the morale of our army. Come and kill him!"

"grown ups!"

"My lord, I am a subordinate of General Doi Madoka. My lord, I am...ah!" The messenger's head was chopped off, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Otsuka Yoshio drove out the others, leaving only Yamamoto alone in the camp.

"Sir, what happened?" Yamamoto still hasn't figured out what happened.

Why did so many Tang troops suddenly appear?

Otsuka Yoshio's eyes were fierce. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he believed that Tang Jun must have deceived him.

It is definitely not true that Cheng Yaojin and Cheng Chumo were fighting in Xincheng.

Otherwise, where did Tang Jun get so many people?

But if that thing is false, then the Tang army will not only have 100,000 people.

Instead, two hundred thousand!

Thinking of this, Yoshio Otsuka broke out in cold sweat on his back for the first time, but his clothes were wet in an instant.