The Great Tang: World Martial God

The empty valley is quiet and the stream is gurgling.

For three full days, the two thousand soldiers had already figured out the environment of this barren mountain.

The dense forest is lush and thorny.

Many soldiers had fine wounds on their legs, with blood scabs all over them.

The half-day dry food that I brought was also eaten one after another in three days.

The hungry soldiers followed Cheng Chumo, looking for wild animals, eating raw fish, sleeping on tree trunks, and wandering in mud.

The silver armors that were originally gleaming have now become muddy and filthy.

At the foot of the mountain, General Zheng's recruits, who had experienced three breakouts and suffered heavy losses, lost more than one-third.

Maybe it was the tempting gambling money, maybe it was General Zheng's strategy of winning stably.

Uncharacteristically, General Zheng no longer sent a team to the mountains to search for the presence of these two thousand soldiers.

Instead, the remaining nearly 8,000 soldiers were divided into three roads, each guarding one exit of the mountain.

He vowed to besiege these two thousand soldiers in the mountains, run out of ammunition and food, and voluntarily surrender.

A young general, a veteran who has experienced many battles.

At this moment, in this wilderness and mountains, fighting wits and courage.

Through the gap of the dense forest, Cheng Chu silently watched the unextinguished campfire not far away, and said in a low voice.

"Soldiers, the three breakthroughs have ended in failure."

"If you continue to be reckless, you will only die and break the net and hurt both sides."

"This time, do you have a good plan?"

After that, Cheng Chu turned his head quietly and looked at the soldiers hidden behind him in the forest.

In front of his eyes, although the soldiers were muddy, but in those pairs of eyes, the desire for victory was undiminished.

This drill was cruel to these soldiers.

Not only has it surpassed the physical limit, it has also increased the psychological endurance by a lot.

Once, Tang Hao talked about the survival skills in the solitary forest in the wasteland, they sneered at it.

But never thought that within three days, it really happened to them.

During the three days of adaptation, they also became more and more admired for this general.

A muddy-faced soldier jokingly smiled.

"General Cheng, today, I just know what it means to fight hard."

"At this time, I only hate being above the academy. I take General Tang's words as a fantasy. At this time, I only hate that I didn't remember it with my heart."

Cheng Chumo said with a wry smile.

"General Tang is prestigious, but who knows the pain of going deep behind enemy lines."

"Since the Battle of the East Turks, we have captured the tribe, ate meat and drank alcohol. Trapped in the cracks of the army, we gnawed grass roots and drank dew."

"Pretending to be a scout, inquiring about intelligence..."

At this point, Cheng Chumo's eyes lit up and said happily.

"Right! Disguise!"

"We can pretend to be a patrol force and capture General Zheng alive!"

"In this way, it is not only a successful breakthrough, but also annihilation of the recruits!"

As soon as the voice fell, the soldiers showed joy.

This time the drills were all for Datang soldiers, and the difference between the two sides was only the streamer on the tasseled helmet.

The recruits who had been captured earlier had no less than two thousand streamers. If they were replaced with this one, they would be no different from the recruits.

Cheng Chu silently put his finger up and motioned for everyone to silence.

Looking at the silent recruit camp not far away, Cheng Chu silently waved his hand and whispered.

"Go back to the creek, eat and drink, let's get into the new barracks!"

...

Viscount Mansion.

Sitting in the hall of the North Room, Tang Hao looked at the blasting gun in his hand, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

Don't look at the small objects, they are very troublesome to make.

The barrel in which the gunpowder and sub-holes are stored in the gun body is very particular in terms of capacity.

Too small, the tongue of fire spitting out, the distance is not enough, and the speed of fire of the Ziyu has no strength.

If it is too large, it will cause the barrel to burst, and the person holding the gun will inevitably be injured.

After repeated visits and guidance by himself, he barely managed to create a look in Tang Hao's heart.

While fiddling, the female steward walked in and said with a blessing.

"Master Hou, there is a small servant outside the door, begging to see you."

Tang Hao said casually.

"who?"

The female steward said truthfully.

"This person is our servant Hu Yuelou's servant."

Hearing this, Tang Hao gave a slight shock, and stretched out his hand to signal to let her in.

Not long after, a small servant walked in behind the housekeeper, bowed and said respectfully.

"Meng Oiran fought for the little one to come over and let the little one hand this letter to Lord Hou."

After all, Xiao Si took out a letterhead from his pocket and handed it up.

Tang Hao took the letterhead, thoughts abound.

It was a few months ago that I went in and out of Hu Yuelou by myself.

Even this triumphant return, because of the delay of many things that followed, he never went.

Looking at the graceful lettering on the envelope, Tang Hao was in a daze and fell into a memory.

Meng Yuqi, this mortal woman who was destined to have nothing, Zeng resolutely helped herself a lot.

But so far, I have never really thanked her once.

Even all the maidservants in the house are handled by this strange woman alone.

Putting away his thoughts slightly, Tang Hao gently unfolded.

Among the letter paper is a piece of fragrant cloth.

At the entrance, there is a beautiful line of handwriting.

The end of the world is separated, a long time apart.

Today the son returns to Chang'an, and the slave will travel far.

At the time of parting, expect to see the son.

Looking at these short jargons, Tang Hao watched for a long time.

After a while, Tang Hao slowly gathered the cloth and said.

"Tell the dream oiran, and Tang will definitely go."