Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 159 Triumph
That night.

Killing the enemy with a sword in silence all the way, Zhao Wujiang reaped one life after another in this Shura field.

Wang Xi guarded her, she still didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Wujiang's last words.

Future ancestors?This sentence made her feel extremely contradictory, but for some reason, she could feel the sadness in Zhao Wujiang's heart when he said this sentence.

There were tens of thousands of dead bodies, flesh and blood piled up on the battlefield, and the gurgling blood began to become sticky and black.

At dawn on the second day, the battle came to an end. All 6 people in Fusang died, and even those who escaped were chased and killed by boats.

This is Datang declaring that those who violate Datang's prestige will be punished to death.

This is Zhao Wujiang's proof of what he said before the start of the war. The Japanese army is not allowed to surrender, so they can only be wiped out.

The war is chaotic and the personnel are easy to divide.

With the dawn of a new dawn and more than two months of fighting, even Wen Yu, who looks like a young man, seems to have matured a lot, and the whole person looks more resolute.

Only Zhao Wujiang, the wind and frost of the battlefield did not seem to invade his body and face, but remained in his eyes.

There were more than [-] casualties in the Tang Dynasty in this battle. According to the observation history of Hebei Dao and the lords of the sixteen cities, only seven city lords survived. Yang Bingen died in battle. When he died, he looked to the west, as if he was looking at another battlefield in the west.

There, an old man also fell down.

Liu Rengui was cut off with one arm, but his life was safe and he was saved by Zhao Wujiang.

inside the military tent.

Liu Rengui's face was pale. Even though he was seriously injured in the battlefield and his left arm was broken, his old, unshaven face still showed such arrogance.

"Master Zhao, I heard that you go deep into the battlefield to kill the enemy, and there is a strong woman like Miss Wang by your side?" He stroked his beard with his left hand, which always felt a bit strange, as he usually stroked his beard with his right hand.

Zhao Wujiang couldn't help but laugh, and Wang Xi snorted beside him.

"Look at this old man. Those fusang thieves besieged and killed me at that time. I didn't fear at all. Even if my arm was cut off, I didn't even frown!" Liu Rengui didn't feel sad or regretful when he mentioned the broken arm. At that time, it was very smooth to kill all the thieves.

"I don't know who was clutching the broken arm and wailing that Master Zhao, come and save me?" Wang Xi made up the knife.

Liu Rengui blushed, "It hurts, what's wrong with screaming out? This is called expressing one's heart, a man never beats around the bush!"

Zhao Wujiang nodded and approved with a smile.

Liu Rengui coughed dryly:
"However, Mr. Zhao does have the foresight. If we take the water route to attack quickly at the beginning, or take the land route to advance steadily, I am afraid that the price we will pay in this battle will be even greater.

If you travel by water, you will be trapped by food and grass. If you travel by land, when you reach Sibi City, you will be ready to go to Fusang and Baekje, and it will be even more difficult to fight at that time.

Master Zhao's perfect plan, I still approve of it. "

Suddenly, Liu Rengui changed the subject:
"However, I have to say that the old man is really good! He walked directly through the southwestern border of Goguryeo, and beat them so much that they didn't even dare to fart."

Zhao Wujiang smiled and kept wiping the Tang knife in his hand.

Although Liu Rengui is a little arrogant, he is indeed a good fighter.

"It's just a pity that King Baekje escaped." Liu Rengui looked regretful.

"Don't worry, the road you opened up is not just for food and grass, the King of Baekje is just throwing himself into the trap." Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice:
"When Yang Bingen came, he had already fortified the border."

Liu Rengui scratched his head, why everything was in Zhao Wujiang's calculations, and then he sighed: "It's just Mr. Yang."

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?" Zhao Wujiang shook his head with a smile.

Liu Rengui was taken aback, and sighed in his heart. The regrets expressed by literati on the battlefield are different. He wanted to clasp his fists, but sighed with only one arm. He sincerely praised:
"Suwen Mr. Zhao has a brilliant literary talent. If it is true, even this old man can't help feeling that Mr. Zhao is unparalleled in the world.

How many people fought back in ancient times, and how many relatives and friends left in this war. "

"In the last days of Old Brother Yang, he should have no regrets to die for it." Zhao Wujiang inserted the Tang knife into the scabbard, and then got up:

"Okay, Mr. Liu, you can temporarily rest in the tent and go home in a few days."

There are soldiers sweeping the battlefield, looking for usable weapons.

The water of the Baijiang River is clear, and in just a few days, the red river water has faded away.

And on the battlefield under Zhao Wujiang's feet, the blood on the corpses and the pool of blood under their bodies also dried up rapidly in the past few days, and even the corpses showed signs of drying up.

Not rotten, already about to dry up.

The gray and red world, the raging wind and the mooring black crows.

Zhao Wujiang slowly stroked the blood-stained ground, the blood has been weathered into sand.

"How could this be?"

Yang Bingen died in battle. He kept Yang Bingen's body and planned to bring it back to Datang.

But he didn't find such a phenomenon on Yang Bingen's body, only some inconspicuous corpse spots.

Zhao Wujiang lifted the soil with a knife, the bloodstain stretched down to only a finger's width, and there were only black and yellow dry and cracked soil clods below.

"This matter is a bit strange." He said in a low voice. He had seen this kind of black and yellow dry and cracked soil, and he had seen it in the drought-stricken Hebei Road.

"Could it be because of the flames of war?" Wang Xi looked at the corpses around him, the broken flag was still burning, and the cloth on the armor was still emitting black smoke.

"Maybe, maybe it's the cold weather that caused this." Zhao Wujiang got up slowly, it was already winter.

"Let's go. We'll be home in a few days"

The end of the six years of Yonghui.

The Eastern Expedition Army led by Zhao Wujiang took Baekje in just over two months, and even attacked Fusang's nearly [-] troops, beheading them all on the eastern battlefield, which caused shock in the government and the public.

In this battle of Fusang, nearly half of the country's troops were overthrown, and the scorching sun that was trying to rise across the east of the sea was smashed into a blood-stained red sun that fell.

In the heavy snowfall, Zhao Wujiang and others have traveled to Hebei Road, and Yonghui, with the legacy of Zhenguan, has entered the final chapter for six years.

Li Zhi fell ill, the empress dowager fell, the Tang Dynasty ushered in the real emperor and empress, and the court officials changed.

After Changsun Wuji learned that Zhao Wujiang's Eastern Expedition had achieved great results, the horror in his heart gradually turned into panic, his heart was full of depression, and he tried to vent in the court.

He tried to suppress Wu Meiniang like he suppressed Li Zhi, but Wu Meiniang had the power to directly dismiss his Tong Zhongshu from the position of prime minister, leaving only the power of Taiwei.

Although his false name has been removed, his real power is still there.

Changsun Wuji also confronted Wu Meiniang, but Xu Jingzong and his group were watching. They were waiting for Zhao Wujiang to return to Chang'an after his triumphant return. At that time, Changsun Wuji fell from the clouds.

Old stories and people will be covered by new chapters, like the vast snow falling all over the world.

Zhao Wujiang returned to Chang'an with fresh clothes and angry horse, just like when he went.

Beside him, Wang Xi was dressed in white clothes, the coldness between his eyebrows faded away, and he looked at Zhao Wujiang with a smile on his cheek.

"drive!"

Zhao Wujiang rode his horse through the city gate and crossed Yonghui, his year name was Xianqing.

The return of the young man highlights the celebration of the Tang Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)