The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

The sun shines at noon, and the people come out of their tents to bask in the sun to keep warm.

At a glance, there is no light in the eyes of the people.

Many people were lying on the ground. When they saw Zhao Chen walking past them, they didn't even think of raising their eyes.

It seemed that all the things lying on the ground were corpses, or in other words, they were just walking corpses.

This place is half a month away from central Sichuan. It is impossible to reach it by walking. If there is no rescue, and Songzhou City cannot get it back, most of them will starve to death.

Niu Shuai is afraid that the Tibetan spies mingling among the people will take the opportunity to cause trouble, but he doesn't know how to deal with it. Brother Zhao, you are from Chang'an and are no better than us countrymen. Is there any good way to do it? Wang Xiaowei continued to explain. , but looked at Zhao Chen expectantly.

Although Captain Wang doesn't know Zhao Chen's true identity, the person who can always follow Niu Jinda must be from Chang'an.

And every time Zhao Chen chatted with Niu Jinda, he always made Niu Jinda laugh.

These generals all saw these things in their eyes.

Zhao Chen just happened to come over. If this problem could be solved, wouldn't it be perfect?

Master Captain, it's time for dinner. A Tang soldier behind him said.

Behind him were two soldiers, pushing a cart with several sacks on it.

The sack was bulging and probably contained about a hundred kilograms of rice.

There were about five thousand people in front of us, and there were hundreds of kilograms of rice. Even the soup had to be watery.

Go. Colonel Wang nodded.

There is nothing we can do about it. Soldiers fighting on the front line cannot go to the battlefield hungry.

If I had known that Songzhou City would be destroyed, I would have brought more food. Captain Wang sighed.

Only when they heard that there was food, the people lying on the ground moved slightly.

Some people stood up, picked up firewood on the ground, and placed it under the big pot.

Looking at the boiling water in the pot, a trace of rosiness appeared on his pale face.

An elderly man held a broken bowl, trembling, and fell to the ground.

The other people nearby just glanced at him and then looked away indifferently.

No one cares about the life or death of the fallen old man.

In other words, they can't even control their own life and death, so how can they not care about others.

Zhao Chen turned his head away from looking at the old man lying on the ground.

Get used to it in Chang'an City,

I always feel that even when I come to the Tang Dynasty, life is interesting.

But self-righteous people will always be slapped hard by reality.

Brother Zhao, you look like you haven't been crowned yet at your age, right? Captain Wang looked at Zhao Chen and said with a smile.

Zhao Chen nodded, but took another look at the people squatting on the ground.

No wonder, once you see this kind of thing a few more times, you'll start to take it lightly.

You didn't have lunch for lunch? I'll take you to have something to eat. Captain Wang patted Zhao Chen on the shoulder.

Zhao Chen shook his head. He was still in the mood to eat.

Captain Wang, I have a way to help you catch those Tibetan spies... Zhao Chen and Captain Wang echoed.

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War is never kind.

Blood and shouts intertwined outside Songzhou City.

Whether it is the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty attacking the city or the soldiers of the Tibetans defending the city, life and death often only take place in a short moment.

Thousands of kilograms of boulders were thrown, dense rain of arrows, rolling stones and trees tumbling down from the top of Songzhou City...

With every breath, scores of soldiers from both sides fell on their respective positions.

The rumbling drums covered up the miserable howls of the soldiers.

Every time they took a step forward, a Tang soldier fell down.

If you are lucky, you can still climb the ladder, but if you are unlucky, you will be killed by an arrow fired from the Songzhou Tower as soon as you lift your foot.

Outside Songzhou City, trebuchets hurled boulders and crossbowmen fired thousands of arrows.

Under the rain of arrows and boulders, countless Tibetan soldiers were separated from their flesh and blood, and their heads were missing.

Niu Jinda is absolutely right, human life in war is like child's play.

Zhao Chen came from the camp at the rear, looking a little disgraced.

Niu Jinda just glanced at him and then returned to the battlefield ahead.

The ladder has been sent to the opposite tower.

The soldiers climbed up the ladder as if they were desperate, and the Tang Dynasty crossbowmen a little further away used their bows and arrows to cover them.

The Tibetan soldiers were also furious at this moment, and they pushed the ladder away from the city wall with hooks, sickles and spears.

The stone in the hand is desperately

It hit the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty below.

They even poured boiling hot oil down from the top of the city.

Zhao Chen rode on the pony and watched helplessly as the hot oil, which was steaming under the low temperature, was poured onto Pao Ze's body.

The screams were endless, and the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were smashing down like falling stones.

White smoke curls up...

Zhao Chen has never experienced such a scene.

The cruelty of the war made his face turn pale, and the sound of drums was like beating on his heart.

Zhao Chen didn't vomit. What he was most worried about at the moment was Cheng Chumo.

Cheng Chumo is an infantry captain.

Zhao Chen didn't know if he also went to the first siege battle!

If he really went, could he come back safely after such a brutal battle?

If he hadn't gone, based on today's situation, the city would definitely not have been captured.

What happens after that?

Can Cheng Chumo escape this disaster?

Zhao Chen hesitated in his heart.

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu didn't have anything to say about themselves. Even their respective fathers, Cheng Yaojin and Qin Qiong, regarded themselves as their nephews.

If something happens to them here, how can I go back and tell them?

Boy, do you still think human life is important at this moment? Niu Jinda suddenly turned around and said to Zhao Chen.

But Zhao Chen couldn't see any emotional changes on his face.

It was as if the Tang soldiers who had just fallen on the charge had nothing to do with him.

Indifferent, calm, or accustomed to it!

Important. Zhao Chen nodded.

Oh? I thought you would change after going through such an experience. Niu Jinda seemed a little surprised.

None of them were raised by their parents. Everyone is very important. Zhao Chen's eyes fell on those soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who were not afraid of death and still charged forward.

Hmm! Niu Jinda responded, nodded, shook his head, and finally sighed and said, That's it for today.

In an instant, he returned to his previous indifference, waved to the captain beside him, and shouted, Retreat!

Dang Dang Dang——

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Chen heard the sound of gold clanging coming from two other battlefields.

I want to come to Hou Junji and Liu

Lan and the others also understood that attacking the city in this way had no practical significance other than a simple sacrifice.

Only then did he choose to retreat in time.

The Tang soldiers who surged up to the city like a huge wave did not even pause after hearing the sound of gold, and they retreated like a tide.

More than a thousand corpses lay quietly under Songzhou City.

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The first siege failed and thousands of soldiers were lost in just one battle.

Niu Jinda felt very uncomfortable.

As soon as he returned to the camp, he summoned his generals to discuss military affairs.

Zhao Chen was originally a gangster sent by the emperor, and Niu Jinda didn't count on him.

He also forgot about this discussion.

Zhao Chen was worried about Cheng Chumo.

Since Niu Jinda didn't bother him, he was happy and at ease.

Sneaking out of the Central Army, I was worried all the way.

It wasn't until he saw Cheng Chumo training at the military academy that Zhao Chen let out a sigh of relief.

Zhao Da, why are you here? I heard that you also went to the front line to watch the battle today. How do you feel? Cheng Chumo saw Zhao Chen coming, put down the long stick in his hand, and walked towards Zhao Chen with his shirt off.

After wiping the sweat from his head, he was about to put his arm on Zhao Chen's shoulder.

You didn't go into battle today? Zhao Chen took a step back, slapped Cheng Chumo's hand away, and asked Cheng Chumo.

No, I'm leading the Mo Dao team. Unless it's life-threatening, I won't go to the battlefield easily! Cheng Chumo didn't mind Zhao Chen's actions and said with a smile.

The Datang Modao Team is the main force among the Infantry of the Tang Dynasty.

Modao is expensive to build, and building a Modao team is enough to support several ordinary teams.

If it were not a matter of life and death, he would not be sent to die.

On the other hand, Qin San, I don't know what the situation is now. I heard that Qin San and his cavalry killed too many Tubo dogs outside, and they were grudged. Tubo also sent cavalry to intercept Qin San and his cavalry. Cheng Chumo was a little worried.

The Tubo cavalry has little to offer.

But there are too many people and horses to hold them back.

He punched the old master to death.

It would be a lie to say you are not worried!

It's okay, Xiao Qin got the true inheritance from Uncle Qin and is famous for his ability in riding and fighting. It's just Tubo, so what the hell! Zhao Chen said with a smile, comforting Cheng Chumo.