The Great Tang: World Martial God

Everything is subject to conditions.

While reaping the benefits, it will inevitably pay in return.

The future life and work of the Ge Shuhan family is not a trivial matter, and the price to be paid is definitely not a simple trip back in Tang Hao's mouth.

A defeated general is like a dog in a lost family.

Going back to the original Western Turkic tribe will be executed!

Sitting blankly on the icy ground, Ge Shuhan looked at the deep starry sky, and his mood drifted.

An hour.

Two hours.

For three hours, the burly body looked like a stone statue, until the brilliance of the silver plate in the sky became dim.

With his big hand on the back of the neck, he slowly rubbed the stiff neck, and Ge Shuhan looked at a house in the city and slowly bowed.

The deep voice sounded like tiny insects in the night sky.

"General Tang, the captain will fulfill his mission."

Slowly took off the scimitar around his waist and placed it gently on the steps.

After stroking affectionately for a moment, the burly figure suddenly turned around, walked out of the city, rolled over and straddled his horse, and disappeared into the darkness of night.

...

The tooth tent is completely boiling!

Overnight, the seven chiefs all received arrows tied to secret letters.

The content of the letter is surprisingly similar.

"It is the right way to disperse the soldiers and return to Datang."

Holding a letter with Turkic handwriting, a few Turkic leaders gathered together, had a discussion, and went to Yacang.

In the tooth tent.

The red hot charcoal was scorching the dark bottom of the pot, and with the sigh of air, the lid of the pot was lifted from time to time, making a slight click.

A maid came up, picked up the water bottle in her hand, picked up the empty bowl on the desk, and poured out brown and white milk tea.

An ethereal female voice with a touch of grassland sounded softly.

"Khan, drink a bowl of milk tea to warm up your body."

In the words, the bronze jade arms climbed onto the back of Tianxiang Khan's bear and kneaded slowly.

Tianxiang Khan, who was sitting cross-legged at the desk, glanced at the expanded note again, moved the tea bowl, and placed it in front of him.

"Shocking Tang! My desert tribe is fearless!"

"How can the bravery of a wasteland warrior be comparable to his thin-skinned and weak soldiers? It's ridiculous? Absurd!"

A bunch of notes on the table were held together, and they were thrown into the burning Lucky Beast candlestick at the desk.

The enchanting woman encircled Tianxiang Khan's chest from behind, and her vermilion lips were close to Khan's ears, exhaling like blue.

"It's just a note, why should a big man take it to heart?"

"It's just an ugly man who wants to disrupt the advancement of the army."

Roughly pulling the Gentleman who leaned into his chest, he placed Wenxiang Nephrite in front of him, Tianxiang Khan said with a lewd smile on his face.

"It makes sense, the beauty thinks, which leader will this be?"

As soon as the voice fell, the tent curtain suddenly opened, the sturdy leader strode in, and the other leaders also filed in and walked in swaggeringly.

Seeing the appearance in front of him, Yan Lu, as Chief Wudulu, showed a sneer on his face, pressing his **** on the wolfskin seat.

"The war is in desperate situation, and I am afraid that it is not optimistic, but Khan is having fun. It's not right."

The deep beautiful eyes looked at the chief, and he stood up, slender fingers around his neck, quite reluctant.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Tianxiang Khan's face, thinking of the many soldiers under the chief, but it didn't happen.

Pulling down his face, he scanned the seven leaders who were sitting down one after another, and said in a deep voice.

"The scout hasn't arrived yet, how do you know about the frontline?"

"Could it be that Chief Yan Lu was worried about his son and could not protect the Mukun tribe for seven days?"

In response to Tianxiang Khan's contemptuous gaze, the chief sipped Yan Lu, his brow raised, and his face trembled.

"The righteous son Zumucuo is extremely brave, and there are 20,000 brave men under him, why worry for seven days?"

"Even for half a month, the fifty thousand Great Tang soldiers will definitely not pass!"

Speaking of this, Yan Lu narrowed his eyes.

"This Muyang City is a barrier for the people of our tribe, the guardian of the safety of the four major ethnic groups."

"If Tang Jun were to pass this place, it would be like a wolf into the flock, and the lives of our people would be precarious."

"in addition."

The rough palm raised the note in his hand and asked.

"This letter, one hand, spreads rumors and shakes the military's mind."

"Khan, don't you know it?"

Looking at the shaking note, Tianxiang Khan's pupils tightened.

Isn't it the same as the note I got?

One man?

Obviously someone did it deliberately, like to stir up trouble and shake the military's heart!

Suppressing his anger, Tianxiang Khan propped his hands on the desk and waved to the guard on the side of the tent.

The note in the hands of the chief was in front of Tianxiang Khan, with the same Turkic writing and the same words.

At the critical juncture of the assembly of the army again, someone deliberately spread the distraction of the army!

Bang.

The big palm slapped the table top, half a bowl of milk tea was overturned to the ground, and it slammed onto the ground with a jingle.

Tianxiang Khan's grumpy roar resounded through the tent.

"Who is so bold! Dare to spread rumors and make troubles, to spoil my army assembly!"

"His heart can be punishable! His heart is punishable!"

The leader who hugged his chest looked at the palace head with interest and said.

"Khan, could this not be done by the subjugated general?"

"I heard the report from the scout. I have seen this person in the area of ​​Yazhang."

Originally wanted to explain, Tianxiang Khan suddenly violent after hearing this.

"Passing orders! Bring in Brother Shuhan for this king!"