The Great Tang: World Martial God

The sky was getting dark.

The sporadic fighting is still going on in this night.

The Turkic soldiers who were hiding were picked out one by one, and the gleaming Tang Knife gave them a taste of tooth for tooth.

At the south gate of Xiangcheng, Cheng Chu silently stared at the dilapidated gate and walked back and forth several times.

No matter how many times I watch it, it's hard to calm the shock in his heart!

Even now, he still couldn't imagine what was going on with this trembling noise!

Three thousand soldiers said that this was the help of the gods, and they lowered the thunder to help them break through the strong city gate.

And Tang Hao is the big Tang young general who summoned the gods.

Cheng Chumo was full of complexity, and he could only explain it in this way. If not, why was Tang Hao so indifferent in the first place!

After looking at the city gate again, Cheng Chumo turned around and returned to the city, looking at the highest tower in the city.

At this moment, Tang Hao was standing on the top of the city, and the silver armor was already covered with dried blood.

Chu Chen went upstairs silently, came behind Tang Hao, and asked suspiciously.

"Brother Tang, is this your first time on the battlefield?"

Hearing the questioning behind him, Tang Hao slowly turned around, said with a faint smile on his face.

"Why? Doesn't it look like?"

Cheng Chumo, who received the reply, was shocked, looking at the weakly crowned boy in front of him, his heart was extremely shocked.

It's hard to imagine that this young man went on the battlefield for the first time and killed someone for the first time. It was so cruel and decisive!

Especially Tang Hao rushed into the Turkic army, as if entering the realm of no one. The super reaction speed, the straightforward fighting, and the invincible superb marksmanship were no more than the veteran on the battlefield he had seen.

At this time, this young man was so calm and free!

But where did Cheng Chumo know that, not long ago, in that quiet corner, Tang Hao vomited dimly.

Tang Hao is also an ordinary citizen. No matter in his previous life or in this life, he has never experienced such a scene, especially the scene where the stumps are all over the floor, the blood is flowing into the river, the corpses are all over the street, and there is a strong **** atmosphere.

Tang Hao smiled faintly, the coagulated blood stains covered his pale cheeks, and said slowly.

"Brother Cheng, Xiangcheng has been breached. Tonight, we will rest here for the whole night. Tomorrow, we will go north."

Seeing Tang Hao whose expression was as indifferent as before, Cheng Chumo felt admiration in his heart.

Previously, he was still puzzled by the boy's stupid siege behavior, annoyed and even a little angry.

But now, he understood why his majesty and Li Xiaogong, the coach of the conquest of the Turkic army, would send this son-in-law of the Li Mansion to take on the important task of this raid.

Courageous, courageous, innovative, courageous and strategic, such a person is born to be a commander!

Cheng Chu silently reported with a smile and respectfully arched his hands.

"You are the head coach of this raid, and everything will follow your arrangements."

Tang Hao turned around and said.

"Do you still have wine there?"

Hearing this, Cheng Chu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud and said.

"I don't have it here, but there will definitely be in this city. I ordered someone to search for it."

The night is getting darker.

This **** Xiangcheng finally returned to peace.

After Tang Hao poured a jar of wine fiercely, the discomfort in his heart disappeared slightly, and he fell asleep with a little drunkenness.

Early the next morning.

Tang Hao got up from the bed.

The soldiers outside the house have already begun to prepare breakfast. These Turkic people are rich in wine and meat, which saves a lot of dry food brought by the soldiers.

Looking at the soldiers feasting in front of him, Tang Hao remembered the more than three hundred brothers who died in the battle. When the Datang army re-occupied this area, he would definitely bury the corpses of these martyrs in their hometown.

Putting away his thoughts, Tang Hao looked around, eyes full of ruined walls and mountains of corpses of Turkic soldiers.

That kind of discomfort gradually came to his mind again, Tang Hao frowned slightly, it seemed that he hadn't gotten used to it yet, took a deep breath, and Tang Hao strolled down the long street.

"Tang Xiaoqi!"

"Tang Xiaoqi!"

"Tang Xiaoqi!"

Watching Tang Hao walk out, the soldiers gnawing at the mutton stopped one after another and bowed to salute.

In their eyes, Tang Hao could feel that this was a kind of awe from the bottom of his heart.

Tang Hao smiled faintly and said loudly.

"Move quickly, after breakfast, I went north."

"On the road ahead, there will be no such meat and wine, only endless rushes!"

The strong voice echoed on the long street.

Some soldiers handed over the meaty leg of lamb, and Tang Hao was also rude, sitting between the soldiers and nibbling.

After this stop, the young soldiers finally faced the blood, and the military order had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. They were packed within a stick of incense, turned on their horses, and left the ruins of Xiangcheng with Tang Hao.

Above the sky, flying eagles hovered, between the vast fields and vast grasslands.

As Tang Hao said, they have already entered the Turkic region. They may be discovered and surrounded at any time. Of course, they have become a lone army at this time because the Datang reinforcements behind them have already been with them. Lopsided.

Tang Hao galloped across the boundless grassland and said loudly.

"Release the scout out."

Cheng Chu silently smiled.

"Brother Tang, three waves of scouts have been released."

Tang Hao said with a stern expression.

"Not enough! Not enough, now we can no longer tolerate any difference!"

"Really!"

Cheng Chumo took the order and rode his horse forward to make arrangements.

At this time, on which mountain and river to the east of Datong Mansion, the endless Datang Camp was supported.

In the coach's big tent, Li Xiaogong, the king of Hejian County, stood in front of the map, staring closely.