Robbery along the way, the city lords of the Tocharian city-states are always changing, so! You can achieve your goal by killing very few people. Yun Ye is very satisfied with this. Cheng Chumo breathed a long sigh of relief. Since then,
Having gone to the Western Regions to kill people, I have become numb to killing. As a general, I will not get tired of killing no matter how many enemies I have, because this is the source of my own achievements. It is different now. Yun Ye coldly ordered his cavalry troops to satisfy everything in Tuocheng.
Tian Yuanyi was like a vampire constantly asking the cavalry for various needs, including everything from nails to food and grass.
No matter how much supplies he sent, Tian Yuanyi would always hand him new documents with a smile. Now that he had found a way to solve the problem once and for all, the enemy would plunder his own people, which would greatly alleviate Cheng Chumo's guilt.
The martial arts inherited from his father's generation are not something he should use to kill civilians. As a professional soldier of the Tang Dynasty, Cheng Chumo has always been full of resistance to killing civilians.
After looting three city-states, Tian Yuanyi finally told Cheng Chumo that the supplies for the army were ready, and from now on, the cavalry no longer needed to obey his command.
"Every nation has weak points and people who are blinded by immediate interests. Such people are the greatest help for our Western Expedition. They use the power that originally belongs to them to appease them. I think we must vigorously do so in the future.
Implement it, and at the same time report this kind of thing to the country, and your own citizens need to have a clear understanding of this kind of thing."
Yun Ye and Du Ruhui were inspecting grain and grass. After carefully checking all the material reserves, Du Ruhui took a long breath and said to Yun Ye.
Yun Ye was smiling bitterly. Only now did he understand why later generations carried out patriotic propaganda. Du Ruhui had already considered this issue, and the entire nation needs to learn from it.
The leading camel hissed, and the camel city began to move slowly again. The long queue could not be seen from the beginning to the end, which gave the Tocharian people the strongest shock.
Zhang Jian returned to his handsome tent and took off his armor. This was the first time in half a month that he took off his heavy armor. Four beautiful Goryeo female slaves lifted Zhang Jian up on a stool and walked to the hot air.
The lingering bathroom started to help him take a bath.
The sour big feet stepped on the slave girl's plump chest. Accepting the slave girl's most gentle massage, Zhang Jian raised his head and looked at the roof blankly. The last few days of fighting had squeezed out the last bit of energy from him.
The Silla people and the Baekje people finally retreated, and the mountains of corpses could not fill the trenches of the Goryeo capital. The Pyongyang city defense designed by members of the Gongsu family ten years ago was indeed indestructible.
Niu Jinda's reinforcements were still trekking hard. The endless rebellions forced the reinforcements to attack and advance. Zhang Jian knew how difficult their march was, so he never rushed it. Niu Jinda was not a new soldier and knew how critical the situation in Pyongyang was.
Zhang Jian was just curious. Why did the Silla people, who had always been messy in fighting, know their city defense deployment so accurately this time? Every attack hit the weakest point of their defense, and they fought fiercely for fifteen days.
, the army suffered heavy casualties. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty relied on their own strength to barely repel the enemy's attack. Why is this?
Lying on his big bed, he accidentally saw the Korean slave girl Zhang Jian who was helping him clear the table and closed his eyes in pain. Even now, anyone who is a Korean is his enemy.
The captain of the soldiers came in and Zhang Jian gave the order without expression: "Kill all the Koreans in this big house. After I wake up, we will move to the military camp."
Seeing that the slave girl who claimed to have never understood the Chinese language began to tremble, Zhang Jian no longer hesitated. The captain of the soldiers agreed and dragged the beautiful Korean slave girl to the backyard...
There are enemies all over the world, countries and people who are full of hostility to the Tang Dynasty. Excessive emotions will only affect his combat. Zhang Jian believes that what he needs most at this moment is adequate sleep. The only way to maintain a strong
Only your body can cope with the violent storm that follows.
The moment he fell asleep, he seemed to smell the strong smell of blood. This strong smell of blood seemed to be mixed with a wisp of sweet fragrance...
After sleeping for four hours, Zhang Jian found that the sky was still dark when he got up. He listened to the sound of clappers and then determined that it was the fourth watch.
The guard standing at the door heard Zhang Jian cough, opened the door and walked in. After lighting the candle, he began to help Zhang Jian get dressed.
"If you don't want to wear casual clothes, just put on your armor." Zhang Jian gave a calm order and stretched out his arms to let the guards put on his armor. The guards were so clumsy that when they tied up the armor silk ribbons, they almost cut Zhang Jian into two pieces.
Zhang Jian slapped the guard's hand away, untied his armor, tied the silk ribbon again, and began to sit at the table and enjoy his breakfast.
The breakfast was very unappetizing. I called He Ji and saw the guard looking at me strangely. Then I remembered the order I issued before going to bed last night. I smiled bitterly. God forbid that I have any contact with the Koreans, even if
He Ji is already pregnant with her own child.
In order to ensure He Ji's safety, I deliberately did not teach her the Tang language. I didn't expect that she would have learned it a long time ago. Who knew that the General's Mansion, which thought it was already solid, was full of loopholes. Wuli Sima had warned him a long time ago,
I didn't take it seriously at the time, but now that something like this has happened, I can only knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.
A streak of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, and it was about to dawn. Zhang Jian picked up his horizontal sword and hung it on his waist. When riding out, he said to the guard captain: "Give her a good burial!" After saying this, he hit the horse.
Zhengyangmen ran over.
Zhengyangmen was the site of the most brutal fighting. The bloodstains on the city wall had not yet dried, attracting a large swarm of flies, which densely covered the city wall, preparing to lay eggs on the bloodstains.
Flies are always inseparable from death. The place with the most flies is the place with the most corpses. Ever since they heard that the Turks were defeated at the hands of Yun Ye, the people of Silla and Baekje went crazy, always trying to kill them in the shortest possible time.
After annihilating themselves in Pyongyang, they can only regain Pyongyang and push their front line to the Yalu River, across the river and backed by dangerous mountains. Only then can they have the capital to fight the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, they will be like the Tang Dynasty.
Retrieve your elite from the west and north, and there is only a dead end waiting for Silla and Baekje.
I don’t know how regretful the Queen of Silla must be at this time, and I don’t know how scared the timid King of Baekje will be.
Whether it is regret or fear, when it reaches the extreme, it will turn into a kind of hysterical hatred and madness. In this battle, the kings of the two countries have personally gone to the battlefield, ready to complete their victory in one battle.
Zhang Jian felt extremely bitter in his heart. After fifteen consecutive days of strong fighting, his men were exhausted. There were less than 30,000 defenders in the entire city of Pyongyang, and more than half of the 50,000-strong army had been lost.
The kerosene, crossbow bolts, and gunpowder in the army have long been used up. Most of them were consumed during the battle in Yuanshan. In the past fifteen days, in order to make up for their mistakes and ensure that the city was not lost, they only had a little bit left.
All the gunpowder bombs have been used. Now that he is defending the city, he no longer has any sharp weapons to draw from. With only the horizontal sword in his hand, Ma Shan fights the enemy in a desperate battle.
There was a row of wild geese forming a herringbone overhead, flying slowly towards the warmer south. Zhang Jian couldn't help but look to the south. Zhang Liang's navy could no longer provide assistance to him. The Silla people had long since completely blocked the river.
If it is the sea, Zhang Liang doesn't care. Now sailing a sea ship into an inland river is completely asking for death.
Yun Ye is so lucky. In such a situation, he can defeat the strong with the weak. I wonder what his camel city is like. Why is he so powerful? 7 The Turkic cavalry is famously powerful.
, how did he make the Turks suffer death obediently?
This incident made Zhang Jian scratch his head. The situation in the east was originally very similar to that in the west. One part was surrounded in the city, and the other part was ready to rescue. Guo Xiaoke, who was surrounded in the west, heard that he had died in the battle, and
The entire army was wiped out, but Yun Ye turned the tide, turned defeat into victory at the last moment, and was advancing westward.
Do you mean that you also need to die in battle?" Commander, the enemy seems to be very calm today, as if they have no plans to attack the city. Lieutenant General Wang Jun saw that Zhang Jian had climbed up the city wall and hurried over to report.
"Junke, you go and have a rest. Now I will take over the city defense. Where has Sima Wuli gone?" Zhang Jian asked Wang Junke curiously as he did not see Sima Wuli.
"Zhang Tai went to the city to rest. Later, I saw that he was really sleepy, so I replaced him." Wang Junke quickly made it clear. He didn't want Zhang Jian to think that Zhang Tai was lazy.
While the two were talking, a blanket in the corner was suddenly lifted. Zhang Tai crossed his legs and stared at Zhang Jian with blood-red eyes and asked: "Have you found the traitor?"
Zhang Jian nodded and said, "I found him and he has been killed."
Zhang Tai sighed and said: "This matter is difficult for you. If the traitor is not eliminated, the morale of the army will be uneasy. But I, Old Zhang, also know your difficulties. The heirs of your Zhang family are in a difficult situation. Now we finally have some good news. You are being treated like this."
Even if you want to scold me, I will never complain."
"Now is not a good time to have children. As long as we win this battle, we will have children in the future." Zhang Jian is not surprised at all that Zhang Tai knows his words and deeds. Wuli Sima has a duty
, who specializes in talking about these things. He has the right to supervise the general.
Zhang Tai hugged his fists at Zhang Jian and said, "That's it for now. It's okay for you and me to know. Since you've woken up, it's my turn to sleep now."
After saying that, he fell down on the ground, covered himself with a blanket and continued to sleep...···