The Great Tang: World Martial God

Cheng House.

The old and the young usually ride back to the house in a carriage as in the past. The difference is that when the two men got off the carriage, they were supported by a personal guard.

Hou had already greeted the two Madam Cheng at the gate of the mansion long ago. Seeing the two of them look like this, he hurriedly greeted them.

Supporting his father-in-law, through the thin single shirt, he could feel the coldness of his arms, and his stiff arms were still trembling faintly.

Madam Cheng was horrified and looked at Cheng Zhijie's pale cheeks, only to feel that he was also a little vain when he walked.

"Msang Gong, but something happened to the court?"

"About our Cheng family?"

Cheng Zhijie did not respond, but silently waved forward and motioned to the house to elaborate.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition surged into my heart.

Subconsciously turning around to look at his son, Cheng Chumo's legs were already weak at this time, and he was directly framed by the two guards and walked towards the house.

In an instant, Mrs. Cheng only felt a buzzing in her head, and a feeling of imminent disaster swept over her instantly, staggering under her feet, grasping the only man in the family who could rely on her bare hands.

Cheng Chumo's lady held the one-year-old Xiaobao in her arms, and heard that the carriage at the gate of the palace hurriedly greeted him.

Turning the corridor, looking at the oncoming relatives, their expressions were not good, and the greetings that came to the mouth were swallowed abruptly.

Xiaobao in her arms was playing with a wooden doll, and when she saw Cheng Zhijie coming back, he cried out immaturely.

"Grandpa, hug."

Cheng Chumo's wife took her raised little hand, put it into her arms, and said softly.

"Bao'er, behave, grandpa is sleepy today, let's come and play with grandpa again later."

When Cheng Zhijie passed by his daughter-in-law, he barely squeezed out a smile, his voice somewhat weak.

"Boa, good."

He glanced at his grandson after stopping slightly, and hurried to the back room.

After setting up the father and son, Mrs. Cheng made a cup of tea for both of them uneasy, leaning against Cheng Zhijie, kneading her arms, and asking softly.

"Husband, but our Cheng Mansion, something happened?"

Cheng Zhijie has always been bold and cautious, but this time he walked around the gate of the ghost, drinking a few sips of hot tea, and then healed. With a sullen face, he looked at Cheng Chumo with his head hanging aside.

"You should ask this rebel!"

"He did a good job, almost nodding!"

Madam Cheng's face turned pale suddenly, and she didn't expect things to be so serious.

"What happened?"

Cheng Chu sighed silently and took the stubbornness.

"Am I not thinking about the power of this artillery?"

"Furthermore, the artillery made by this heart must always be tried. There must be an estimate of the power, range, pressure and so on..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Zhijie was already irritable, and stood up with a ‘swish’, pointing at Cheng Chumo and cursing.

"Your kid has been in the army for more than a few years. Wouldn't you know the rules in this army?"

"My old man, let me ask you, private military orders, unauthorized use of ordnance, which is not something to lose your head?"

"Could it be that your words before your Majesty are all acting?"

Between the words, Cheng Zhijie had already rolled up his sleeves and opened his big eyes, looking at the posture, he was bound to convince people with martial arts.

Madam Cheng hurriedly took Cheng Zhijie's arm and persuaded her again and again.

"What are you going to do? If you know what you are wrong, it is!"

In the current situation, Mrs. Cheng, who is very heart-warming, did not know that it was her Majesty who was thinking about the predecessor of the war, so that Cheng Chumo's death penalty was avoided and he was guilty and meritorious.

Thinking of this, the tension that had just disappeared a little.

"Quite your breath, clear your breath, isn't it good right now!"

"Mo'er was also confused for a while before committing this kind of mistake that shouldn't be made."

"By the way, Mo'er is also thinking about this battle. The conquest of Goguryeo is right in front of him. If something goes wrong with this powerful artillery, it will not be lighter than the automatic use of ordnance!"

The matter had already happened, and it was in vain to get entangled. Cheng Zhijie collapsed on the seat and glanced at Cheng Chumo obliquely.

"This war is about to come, so I'll warn my father, don't stab anything in the barracks, it will cause a catastrophe, the father of the country will not be able to protect you!"

"In the Battle of Liaodong, the loyal bones of the Datang martyrs were left in the Outland. Although they were later retrieved, they still hurt our face. Under any dynasty, no citizens of that country would like to watch their warriors buried in another country. And was regarded as a glory by other countries, erecting a Jingguan."

"Our men in Datang are bloody. We will not forget what Goguryeo did in the past because we are older. At least this conquest must let Goguryeo see our military power! At least let Goguryeo pay. The price it deserves!"

Cheng Chumo's fists squeaked and squeaked, and there was a firm expression in his eyes looking at Cheng Zhijie.

"Father, you are right. Goguryeo is a dog with fangs."

"The last emperor treated us with great respect to the Tang Dynasty and came to borrow Buddhist scriptures from us, saying that he was going to realize the profound meaning of saving sentient beings. But behind his back, he secretly built the Great Wall, splashing high walls, and always on guard."

"With the sneakiness of the previous monarch, this generation of Gai Suwen unscrupulously enlisted militias, made great efforts in civil engineering, and even made evil in the Tang Dynasty, harassing the border people."

"For such perfidious people, I will definitely let them suffer on the battlefield!"