The Great Tang: World Martial God

The magnificent sky clouds floated in the sky, the red glow came like a tide, and the distant stretch of mountains surrounded the entire Turkic royal tribe.

Tu Yu, covered in blood, stood on a high platform built of huge rocks, overlooking the entire tribe.

"I said earlier that the road to Khan is very long."

"But I forgot to remind you in advance that this road is still very bloody."

The sound of leaning against the stone pillar limp beside him, listening to the words of each word, his body trembled.

The tear-stained face was pale as paper, and he shivered as he watched the wolf smoke rising from under his feet and the screams full of screams.

"General...in this position, I...I can't sit."

The burly figure leaning on the high platform was holding the hilt of the knife at his waist, gritted his teeth while looking at the figure chased by the remaining tiger masters and the clusters of flames rising on the secluded grassland.

"Sit or not, you don't count."

"It has always been the same with the competition between royal families. But this time, without the barriers of those royal defenders, it was the smoothest..."

To say that it is smooth, is just a pronoun of massacre.

Changing dynasties, this is the destiny of the royal family!

The collapsed figure wanted to say something, but was picked up by the burly Tu Yu.

"You are Khan, you are the king who Tang Jun puts in this position!"

"From the moment General Tang points to you, your life does not belong to this wasteland, does not belong to the longevity heaven, do you understand?"

The figure with tears and tears was in a trance, shivering with the smell of burning in the air.

Suddenly he grabbed the general who was holding his neckline and asked in a flustered manner.

"General Tu Yu, in this life, you are the one I admire the most..."

"Now...what should I do now..."

At the end of the words, it was completely replaced by a whimper.

A touch of seriousness flashed across Tu Yu's solemn face, gently lowering the collar, pulling the wrinkled corners of the clothes for the person in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"From this moment on, don't talk about war anymore. Anyone who wants to provoke revenge again can't stay!"

"Datang's soldiers are strong and powerful, and they have magic weapons..."

"I can't match it, there is only surrender right now..."

Shaking the bewildered figure, Tu Yu said firmly.

"You remember! There is hope when you live! You are so, and so are our Turkic people!"

"Like Datang in recent years, cultivation and health, shepherding sheep and horses, much like Datang contact, introducing their mulberry farming skills..."

"In this world, the weak will eat the strong, and the weak will be beaten!"

Tu Yu solemnly patted the newly appointed Khan with some eyebrows.

"Okay, that's it."

"Come with me, prepare some apologizes for Datang, and send away these murderers first!"

Half a month is not far away.

Tang Hao's soldiers received a reply from the Western Turkic scouts before they even had enough beef and mutton on the grassland.

All the trophies prepared are ready, and they have been packed in the motorcade outside the city.

Facing the gentle sky, Tang Hao led a group of veterans and generals, striding to the temporary stone fort.

The new Khan wore a brand-new animal skin jacket, leading the generals, carrying boxes of treasures, and filed in.

In the stone castle, among the accompanying group, the enchanting beauty of the Western Regions covered her face with light gauze, accompanied by the vocal music of Hu Jinghou, barefooted on the spread red carpet, twisted her waist hard, and her face showed only beautiful eyes. , Charmingly glanced at the generals on both sides.

After the dance, the four-cornered soldiers slowly walked up holding the box, opened the lid of the box, and showed the treasures piled in it.

Perhaps it was the Yu Wei who was still afraid of Tang Hao, Xin Khan tremblingly held the sheepskin scroll, stood at the head of the hall, and read the name of the treasure to Tang Hao.

"Fifteen pairs of ivory...Three white jade pot bottles, one Daqin rhino horn cup, one Nanban chain mail..."

"Liu Li Zhan, Luminous Wall, Bright Moon Pearl..."

"Three Dawan Baoju, 15 cans of craft wine..."

Perhaps it was because of being too close to the killing god, the new Khan's stuttering voice contained a tremor, and the bronze-colored forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

A pair of eyes glanced at Tang Hao from time to time, with his head open and his eyes closed, his heart trembled every time he said the name of a treasure.

Most of the rare and exotic treasures that Tianxiang Khan has scoured bit by bit in less than ten years are now present here. Twenty boxes of gold, silver and jadeware were taken out, and they were added together.

This kind of gift is not only the New Khan, but even Tu Yu, who has been favored by honor, secretly smacks his tongue.

But right now, where does the subjugated general still have a choice?

Everyone prayed for the murderous **** of the Tang Dynasty and saw countless rare treasures that would be able to make a difference to all the Turkic tribes, even if the number of cattle, sheep and horses turned in each year was less.

It wasn't until the new Khan read that his mouth was a little dry, and until the sheepskin roll in his hand was dragged to the ground, the treasures he presented were all collected.

Respectfully bowed to the figure half lying on the stone chair, Xin Khan clasped his fists in a salute.

"General Tang, the gifts are ready."

"Do you see what else you need to add?"