The Great Tang: World Martial God

If it were just simple tricks, sneak attacks, and other small tactics, this old-fashioned general would definitely sneer at them and disdain such small tricks.

But right now, it will faint in the water, turning the entire city into a sea of ​​flames!

Such a strategy has become like a slaughter city, a ruined existence!

With a punch on Tang Hao's shoulder, Yuchi Jingde's eyes were full of admiration.

"You kid! This is to cook the soldiers in the city!"

"You are still young, and you can't rule out that causing such tragic killings will attract the scourge? In history, like a man Tu Baiqi, Xiang Yu, the king of the Western Chu, are extremely hostile killing gods, and no one will have a good end all year round!"

"Boy, you should stand on the top of the hill to supervise and command the battle! It's good for the old man to do such overkill things!"

"The old man is already a person with loess buried on his neck, even if he is condemned by the heavens, he can still express the evil spirit of the year, and he will die!"

Tang Hao laughed, and took the veteran's shoulders, a touch of warmth in his heart.

These Korean veterans always consciously or unconsciously guarded themselves behind them, even if they were violent, they could also stand in front of them and resist the cold-blooded and brutal notoriety.

"Father, don't listen to those nonsense, **** things, or retribution, it's all shit."

"War is cruel. If everyone can think of this retribution, there is blood and killing, and there are border disputes?"

Yuchi Jingde arched his hands happily, as an expression of gratitude to Tang Hao for such comfort.

According to Jun Lue's plan, Yuchi Jingde and Tang Hao walked out of the handsome account together. When they looked up, the silver plate was already hanging high.

Outside the tent, you could hear the snoring of the soldiers sleeping soundly, and only a few lieutenants and soldiers patrolling.

After speaking for a long time, the two had no desire to speak anymore, and they walked side by side on the barracks as they stepped on the silver-white ground illuminated by the moonlight.

Tang Hao took out a flat glass bottle from his arms.

The bottle is exceptionally delicate, with threads carved, and the cork lid is unscrewed. A burst of fragrance emanates from the bottle, lingering around the tip of the nose.

With a smile, he handed the bottle over and pounded Yuchi Jingde's arm.

"Master, take a bite? To relieve the lack of breath?"

When Yuchi Jingde saw the glass bottle, his eyes lighted up, and the moonlight was reflected in him and praised.

"Good boy, this colored glaze has become a bargain on the bad street in your Tang family!"

"At the market, the blue and white porcelain vases are already treasures in the hands of the masters of the country. You actually use this colored glaze, tsk."

Good things go with good wine.

Seeing this luxurious packaging, Yuchi Jingde already knew that the wine in this bottle was superb. He put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed the fragrance of the spirits, took a sip on his mouth, and laughed.

"Good thing! After this war, the old man has no other requests. You have to give me some pots of this delicious brew!"

"That's right! This glassware must be filled with cans, nothing less!"

Two words of familiarity, the inexplicable dignity before the station disappeared, and the air didn't seem to be suppressed.

"Sufficient wine to raise grandchildren, this is the old man's greatest wish!"

After tasting another sip of the fermented rice, Yuchi Jingde handed the fermented fermented rice to Tang Hao, and murmured as he watched the bonfire burning in the camp.

"The old man had a glorious time in the previous dynasty, and finally defeated the hand of his majesty today. The reason why he did not lead his troops to disarm and return to the mountains is to consider this for his grandchildren."

"Tang boy, do you know that this time the dog has also gone with the old man. The old man only has such a vigorous child. The old man does not want him to be in vain under such wars, and he does not want him to stay on this battlefield forever."

When he said this, Yuchi Jingde suddenly seemed to have changed his taste, and smashed Tang Hao's arm.

"Hey! Don't guess wildly, kid, I'm not asking you to protect you!"

"It's his own ability to kill the enemy in the battlefield. Our Datang is a country that relies on merit. I only hope that you can place him in a position that can perform. As for whether he can grasp this opportunity, it depends entirely on him. He is capable of it!"

Tang Hao looked at the serious face of the veteran and smiled lightly.

"General Yuchi, if it's about qualifications, my junior is less than half of yours. You can also transfer military positions. Why do you need to go through my hands?"

"Furthermore, if I were you, I would arrange a position at will. After this battle, you don't need to be a vanguard. Even when you receive the reward, you can completely pull your son out, and you will be on the battlefield. One of his credits is completely enough!"

Yuchi Jingde shook his head like a rattle and waved his hands again and again.

"I can't use it, I can't use it!"

"Although this dog is the only hope of our Yuchi clan, now we have a family wife and children, who are responsible for the family's thoughts, but this must be observed still must be observed."

"Datang is not the world of our high-ranking officers and generals, nor is it a place to cede credit. If he does not have this strategic ability, sitting in a high position is nothing more than a corpse position vegetarian meal. When the time comes to lead the war, it will only be our Datang who entraps him. , And those young soldiers who left their hometown."