Chapter 158

Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times?
Three mornings.

With the white belly of the East, Zhouliu City is full of Tang Jun who is ready to go.

They have been waiting since night, waiting for Fusang's [-] troops to attack the city.

Today is the fourth day since the battle of Baijiang. According to General Fusang, the Tang army in the city must be starving and unable to maintain more combat power. That is, at this early morning, they chose to attack the city.

The humming bugle sounded, and the second large-scale battle between China and Japan kicked off.

Liu Rengui got on his horse, and looking back, it was Zhao Wujiang who was smiling.

Zhao Wujiang nodded.

The gates are open.

But it is not the city gate facing Fusang, but the city gate in the direction of Goguryeo.

The mighty people raised the dust.

Two days ago, Goguryeo's southwest frontier defense was broken, and the horses rode through the mighty people. Now at this early morning, they have arrived at Zhouliu City.

The leader, with mixed silver and black hair, his face seemed to be stained with wind and frost, and his eyes were full of lifelessness, was none other than Hebei Road Observer Yang Bingen.

"Hebei Road Observation History Yang Bingen, come to help Zhao Wujiang!"

Everyone behind him also shouted.

"Hebei Daowen'an City advocates Yuanlin, come to help Mr. Zhao!"

"Wang Chaoyun, the lord of Pingshu City in Hebei Province, is here to help Mr. Zhao!"

"Fang You, the city lord of Dongcheng, Hebei Road, come to help Mr. Zhao!"

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People and horses passed through the city gate, shouting loudly, Yang Bingen personally led sixteen city lords and ten thousand soldiers to reinforce Zhao Wujiang.As they shouted, it was not Datang, but Zhao Wujiang, who they rushed to help.

There are only [-] soldiers and horses, but with it, there is still enough food and grass for the Tang Dynasty to go to Baekje.

Zhao Wujiang had foreseen all kinds of situations before he set off on the expedition.

When marching to Hebei Road, even if Liu Rengui had no plan to cross the southwestern border of Goguryeo, Zhao Wujiang would have sent him there, not to mention that Liu Rengui himself had this plan, and even quarreled with Zhao Wujiang, which made the plan better implemented.

Relying on the powerful cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, Liu Rengui forcibly opened up a passage in the southwestern frontier defense of Goguryeo.

The function of this channel is to allow Hebei Road to help better.

Zhao Wujiang passed his guess to Yang Bingen early in the morning. If there is any problem with the food and grass, he can ask Yang Bingen to bring the prepared food and grass to Baekje.

Since the southwestern border defense of Goguryeo had been broken, Yang Bingen transported the grain and grass as quickly as he had entered the land of no one.

That day in the city tower, 60-year-old Liu Rengui bowed deeply to Zhao Wujiang. After learning about Zhao Wujiang's plan, he understood Zhao Wujiang's good intentions to prepare for a rainy day.

Who raised the grain and grass in Hebei Road?It's Zhao Wujiang!
A steady stream of food and grass for disaster relief has been sent to Hebei Road, and a lot has been hoarded in the Observation History Mansion, which just happened to come in handy now.

Liu Rengui took the lead in riding his horse. He was so angry these days that he led his troops out of the city.

When Yang Bingen saw Zhao Wujiang, the two looked at each other without saying anything.

"You don't have to come here in person." Zhao Wujiang felt the strong death energy on Yang Bingen's body. This death energy seemed to appear suddenly not long ago. Zhao Wujiang knew that Yang Bingen couldn't bear the backlash from Tianshui, so it was like this.

Yang Bingen patted the horse's back, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi said with a smile:
"Let me protect you for the last time. Besides, your brother and I also held a big bow with both hands, and we were also a good player in the army. Oh, isn't this who?"

He saw Wang Xi standing beside Zhao Wujiang.

"Who dares to slash immediately!"

After Yang Bingen finished the last sentence, he rushed out of the city under Wang Xi's puzzled eyes and Zhao Wujiang's gloomy eyes.

Behind him is his trusted lord of the sixteen cities.

At the end of the sixth year of Yonghui, the Tang army went south to Zhouliu City and attacked the [-] Fusang army.

The flames of war ignited for dozens of miles, and the two armies have been fighting for three days and two nights.

The Fusang army became more and more frightened during the Vietnam War. The expected shortage of food and grass for the Tang army did not happen, and the Tang army who fought against them always received sufficient supplies.

Zhao Wujiang was also in armor, surrounded by piles of corpses, broken horses, countless arrow feathers, slanted on the loess, on the corpses.

The dim flames of the red orange burned the surroundings into darkness, and the blood was black and dried up on the ground.

It was difficult for the war horses to move forward, and the corpses piled up on the plain would hinder their indomitable pace. Everyone dismounted and raised their swords to fight.

The roar was mixed with the beacon smoke, Zhao Wujiang walked all the way, and corpses kept falling along the way, Wang Xi followed him with a sword.

Both Wen Yu and Wang Shentong entered the battlefield, but the power of the masters seemed to be unable to withstand the fierce fighting. One person could be worth three thousand armors, but it was difficult to withstand the sky-filled crossbow arrows, and they had to guard against the enemy's strong fighters entering the battlefield to fight.

In three days, Zhao Wujiang held Tang Dao only once, the edges and corners of his face became sharper and his beard grew deeper.

His eyes were bloodshot, and in this field of Shura, he was always tense.

After cutting off the invading enemy with one blow, Zhao Wujiang made another strike.

This has been his habit for the past few days. Whenever he kills a person, as long as there are not many enemies around him, he will definitely make up for it.

He adjusted his breathing all the time, was wearing a bronze armor, and was exhausted.

Since entering the battlefield, he has never flinched. After being stained with a lot of dark red blood, the surface of the bronze armor has dried up and turned into black blood scabs. He is like an ordinary soldier of the Tang Dynasty.

Wang Xi looked at the man in front of him, who had been fighting continuously for three days, every cut seemed to contain a monstrous hatred.

The battle was drawing to a close, and he was still searching for the enemy.

"Zhao Wujiang, leave it to others. You are already exhausted, and you have taken medicine several times during this period." Wang Xi couldn't bear it, and said slowly.

One knife raised blood, one knife slashed away and screamed, Zhao Wujiang killed an enemy twice without turning back, Wang Xi only heard one sentence: "They are the Japanese army!"

This is the second time Zhao Wujiang mentions this word, and it is always called this way in his hometown.

Not all soldiers and horses on the battlefield must die, most of them will surrender and flee.

Three days ago, Tang Jun received an order, "Surrender is not allowed!"

Baekje's black-toothed Changzhi Onimuro Fukunobu can surrender, but Fusang's soldiers and horses are not allowed to surrender.

The fighting continued, with thick smoke rising from the corpses, mixing with a disgusting aura.

Wang Xi didn't understand Zhao Wujiang's reason for doing this, the man in front of him had a different kind of stubbornness at this moment.

Lying in the sea of ​​blood, some generals pretended to be dead, and suddenly launched an attack. Zhao Wujiang was caught off guard in exhaustion, and the long knife pierced his shoulder blades, and he was tightly grasped.

Wang Xi slashed off the enemy's arm with glaring eyes, Zhao Wujiang leaned forward, pressed the Tang knife on the enemy's neck, and pulled out a gushing river of blood, which covered his resolute face.

Zhao Wujiang pierced the sneak attacking enemy general's chest with a knife, then kicked him, and pulled out the blood red Tang knife, sticky and smelly blood dripped continuously.

Seemingly out of strength, Zhao Wujiang staggered and took two small steps back, and was supported by Wang Xi.

There was mist in his eyes, "Leave it to them."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, his face dyed black and red was so stubborn:

"I come!
do you know?Every time I kill one more person, my ancestors will be able to kill a few fewer people in the future. "

Zhao Wujiang vigorously wiped off the blood stained on Tang Dao, and walked towards the place where there were more dead bodies.

(End of this chapter)

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