The Great Tang: World Martial God

When the four thousand Turks raced against the Yinshan foothills, Tang Hao also rushed here non-stop!

Tang Hao knew well that the most critical moment of this operation was to exit this canyon.

Whether it can be repatriated to Datang smoothly depends on a few moments!

Tang Hao rode on his horse and scanned the mountains on both sides of the gorge. It was surrounded by mountains on both sides, and there was only this long and narrow mountain road. The terrain was dangerous, and there was no way to escape in the ambush!

Cheng Chu kept his horse beside Tang Hao and said in confusion.

"Brother Tang! The royal garrison is extremely loose and has no combat effectiveness at all."

"I think that the army that came from that big camp was more of an adult, although the formation of troops is quite a bit of a military class."

"With such a tribe, why don't we make a breakthrough in one fell swoop, behind this garrison is the Golden Tent King Court!"

Tang Hao vigilantly glanced at the mountains on both sides and the front part of the gorge, and said lightly.

"We are afraid that there is no time."

Cheng Chu said silently.

"There is not much difference between the distance based on the grassland and the King's Court of the Golden Account. Are you afraid that when we attack the King's Court of the Golden Account, the prairie cavalry will come to support?"

Tang Hao nodded slightly when he saw that Chen Chumo was still analyzing it.

However, Chen Chumo seemed to attach great importance to the pompous contribution of attacking the Golden Tent King Court and capturing the royal family alive.

"Brother Tang, based on our current strength, we will work together to break through the imperial garrison and capture the imperial family alive. He also has the weight of threats in his hands. We don't dare to mess around when measuring these garrisons. Even the 20,000 Turkic troops who rushed thereafter will not dare to act rashly. ."

Seeing Chen Chumo's analysis was good, Tang Hao asked.

"Then how long do you think the Turkic imperial weight can be held in your hand?"

Chen Chumo said: "If we get the news that we are squeezing the royal family, the Turkic front will surely be broken, and General Li will surely swallow the main Turkic troops in one fell swoop..."

Tang Hao interrupted Chen Chumo's words, looking at Chen Chumo with scorching eyes.

"Hope is what you hold in your own hands. I don't worry about building hope on others, especially this General Li."

Chen Chumo's idea really fits Tang Hao's disposition. Tang Hao also thought about this strategy when he drew up this plan, but he quickly rejected it.

Everyone wants to take credit for the splashing sky, especially these sergeants who live a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife every day.

I may bury my bones on the expedition one day.

Tang Hao patted Ma Qiandian's retching eldest prince, and smiled happily.

"Isn't it a free gift? What's the difference between taking over the Golden Tent King Court."

After that, Cheng Chumo looked at each other and laughed loudly.

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Turkic camp.

"Report!"

A loud voice of the scout rang through the camp.

This scout was dressed in a fox fur. A wolf head totem on the fox fur is particularly eye-catching. What is more attractive is the yellow ribbon wrapped around the thick arm.

This is the sign from the royal family.

The appearance of the royal scouts of the Golden Tent King Court quickly caused a lot of speculation in the army.

Some Turkic soldiers looked at Lie Ma, went straight to the scouts at the Khan Camp, and began to whisper.

"You said that now that the war is about to come, the royal family has actually come to scout. Could it be that something happened to the King's Court of the Golden Tent?"

"Isn't there the Golden Tent King Court, can the Queen and the Prince sit in town? What can happen?"

"Looking at that scout's face is solemn, maybe it's the prince who has an accident, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense! You are not afraid of being pulled by the Khan to behead your head!"

And these Turkic hunches are unbiased, guessing right.

Just as Jie Li Khan first saw the reaction in the heart of this scout.

The scout knelt on the ground, curled his eyebrows, and said solemnly.

"Khan! Just yesterday, in the Yinshan generation, I found the traces of Tang Jun."

Hearing that it wasn't his son's business, Jie Li Khan felt a little relieved.

In an instant, a heart came up to his throat again.

Tang Qi, who had been making waves in the grassland, appeared in Yinshan!

Could it be that Tang Jun's idea of ​​playing the Golden Tent King Court?

Jie Li Khan only felt cold in his back!

In this conquest of the Tang Dynasty, all the elites of the Turkic tribes have been exhausted. The ones who stayed in the Palace of the Golden Tent are only the old, weak, sick and disabled!

Although sitting on eight thousand troops, it is actually not as good as Yu Ye's elite combat effectiveness.

How could these golden tent king courts resist the tiger and wolf divisions of the Tang army?

Unconsciously, Jie Li Khan's forehead was sweating, and he asked.

"How many people?"

"More than two thousand people."

Hearing this familiar number, Jie Li Khan shook his heart.

Could it be that this is the team that killed General Yu Ye and defeated General Ashina Sheer?

Jie Li Khan walked quickly to the scout and stared at the scout for fear that he might have heard it wrong.

"But... can you see what the young general looks like?"

The scout was stared at his back and stuttered, "Yes... it's a general in white clothes."

"what!"

Jie Li Khan's face suddenly changed, and he sat on the carpet, his eyelids jumped.

The current Jie Li Khan can be said to smell white!

This Tang general, who has been unpredictable for him and whose whereabouts are weird, would be a fatal blow to him if he hit Yinshan directly, so there is no mood to deal with the current battle.

After putting these things in my mind like a movie, Jie Li Khan is basically certain that this Tang will upset his grassland.

At this moment, this Tang Qi was pointing straight at his rear, which was like a sharp blade about to be inserted into the heart.

Jie Li Khan couldn't sit still, and the idea of ​​withdrawing troops was born.