Martial Sage

In the seventeenth year of Zhenguan, on January 20th, the cloud of war was overwhelming.

The mighty 150,000 army, with banners covering the sky, concealing everything in the field of vision, the huge sea of ​​people is divided into several paths, winding in the plains, hills and mountains, stretching back and forth for more than ten miles towards the northern generation of Jinshan March, there will be the first tribe of Turk, the Mukun tribe.

A large number of scouts radiated across the fields, running back and forth, delivering the latest marching news.

Countless soldiers and horses stunned into birds and crows, eighteen horses and two thousand special training soldiers guarded Tang Hao's side.

Although the whole army is not moving fast, the huge number of 150,000 soldiers is advancing densely, and it feels like a flood overturning the earth.

The wind is blowing in the desert, the dust is flying, and the raised Tang-shaped tooth flags are hunting and hunting, and countless flags are guarded around them, stretching into a piece.

Several horses of horse-drawn chariots drove slowly through the undulating road. Tang Hao was standing with a sword in silver armor, looking northwest.

"This time, your Majesty has given us such a big battle. He has no other purpose. He quickly disintegrates the Western Turks. With thunder strikes, he is devastated and decayed, amazed by the nations, and feared by the barbarians."

Su Dingfang was the commander-in-chief of the war, but after the expedition, his cupped hands were handed over to Tang Hao.

Hundred-legged insects die but are not stiff. Even though the Western Turks are inferior to the Western Turks in combat power, they are not at all slaughtered.

Su Dingfang thought it was difficult for the world to be determined by World War I.

This is a battle without suspense. If you want to fight beautifully, I'm afraid it's not that simple!

Su Dingfang looked at this energetic young man, and a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Tang Hao, how do you think this battle should be fought?"

Hearing the question, a sharp look flashed across Tang Hao's eyes.

"Looking at the world, there are a lot of enemy nations surrounding Datang, Pubu, Tubo, Shiwei, etc."

"Let's say that Gaochang, Qiuci, although it was a disastrous defeat, this time there are signs of recovery."

"We can't finish it if we fight!"

Tang Hao put away Qing Yan, hung it around his waist, and continued.

"In short, even if we take all of them, our Datang soldiers will not be able to disperse such a huge force and occupy all regions."

Staring at the yellow sand in front of him, Tang Hao gradually retracted his gaze and looked at Su Dingfang, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"If you want to fight, let's look for one, and defeat the biggest Western Turk, and be afraid!"

"Today's Mu Kun Department is where we practice!"

The sonorous and cold voice made Su Dingfang feel a bit chilly. This decisive young man seemed to have a better insight into the overall situation during the course of a year.

"Master Tang, what do you mean..."

A cold voice came again.

"Split the troops, don't stay a moment!"

...

In the ice and snow, the city gate slowly opened, and the flag representing the Mukun tribe was hunting and hunting in the cold wind.

It is close to the territory of the Tang Dynasty and is influenced by the Tang people. Although it is a desert steppe tribe, it still retains a lot of the architecture of the Tang Dynasty.

The gates of the four cities were wide open, footsteps rang neatly, and amid the roaring wind, many people half pushed the door open and watched the situation outside.

Soldiers with spears walked through the market, the streets, and the city like a long dragon.

Upon hearing the news of Tang Jun's advance, this big town became completely busy, and the soldiers had a determination to defend the city to the death!

Mu Kun Moye walked up to the city head, his cloak stroking in the wind and sand.

"Everything is impermanent!"

Talking about the words his father said before his death, and looking at the soldiers at the gate of the city, he never expected that the Chinese army was so fast!

Just before the battle, he was still in Tianxiang Khan’s tent, cynically cursing Tang Jun as shameless and unwilling to give more food to the Turkic tribe at the time of the new year.

The next moment.

But he didn't expect that when he received the military report, the small tribes on the border were all reduced to Tang's iron cavalry.

In the two days, Tianxiang Khan mobilized 20,000 soldiers and stationed in the city in order to defend the city.

Up and down the city, 30,000 soldiers, plus the people in the city, less than 60,000 soldiers, this is the limit of the Mukun tribe.

The city was not as strong as the Tang Dynasty, and there were not as many soldiers as the Tang Dynasty. It was said that they were defending the city, but they were delaying the time, dispatching troops and generals for the tribes, gathering in the Tianxiang Khan’s tent on the Golden Tooth Mountain, and buying time.

Looking at the clear sky, the sand-blasted desert, and the western scenery built on an oasis, Mu Kun Moye felt nothing but shudder...

Ugh.

A soft sigh came from deep in the throat.

"If there is no such battle, both countries can have a happy new year!"

People may be like this, and they will never rest in peace.

Datang's reluctance to sell more food was to make the people of Western Turks surrender, but these barbarian people swallowed that tone.

Complaining and verbal abuse flooded all tribes.

But when this war broke out, I missed the peaceful days very much.

after all!

War is mortal!

Putting away his decadent mood, Mu Kunmoye turned and walked down the low city wall, flipped his cloak and turned on his horse, his yellowish beard trembling in the wind, and he began to drink violently.

"Let's go! Let's meet the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Even if it is defeated! I must be defeated upright! Otherwise, what qualifications do the Han people have to let me wait to surrender!"

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