Datang broom star

"Go ahead."

Jia Pingan came to the front.

He is waiting for news from Li Jingye.

That mallet, don't just focus on killing!

"Marquis Wuyang, Li Jingye is right ahead!"

The cavalry came back to report.

Jia Ping turned around, "Prepare the horse!"

He rode out, and Xu Xiaoyu and others guarded him vigilantly.

Li Jingye stood in the center of the battlefield.

A group of Turkic people knelt down in front of them.

"Get up and fight!"

Li Jingye cursed with a sword: "Yeah, I finally wanted to have a good fight, but you actually surrendered? Get up!"

He kicked and beat the Turks.

This mallet!

Jia Pingan looked at him coldly.

"The Marquis of Wuyang is here."

Bao Dong kindly reminded him.

Li Jingye looked up, "Brother!"

"Damn it!" Jia Pingan dismounted and came over, kicking him away, "I told you to take Baodong and the others to find a place to hide, and come out after the war, and your motherfucker... turned around and cleaned you up!"

Li Jingye said with a sneer: "Little brother was thinking of killing people at that time, brother, don't tell me, I can't control myself when I smell the smell of blood... Do you think this is a disease?"

"Yes."

"My little brother thinks that this disease must be cured only by shaking his ass with Hu Nu..."

Jia Pingan rode horses on the battlefield to inspect.

Three hundred Tang cavalrymen followed behind.

"Mobilize three thousand Huihe cavalry to gather the captives."

"Yes!"

The captives were taken back in piles, and then their hands were tied with ropes.

"Not enough rope."

The supply battalion complained.

wooden club!Jia Ping'an ordered: "Take off the clothes of the enemy's corpse, and rub it casually to make a rope."

The people in the supply camp suddenly realized when they heard it.

"Who came up with the idea?"

"Marquis of Wuyang!"

The supply battalion immediately left with their tails between their legs.

The war is over.

He Mo and Zuo Su rushed into the city.

"close the door!"

They hurriedly boarded the top of the city, only to see dots of torches in front of them.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Tang Jun was cheering, and the sound shook the whole field!

Zuo Su's face turned pale, "We lost."

Homer turned his head, "Look how many people are there!"

Someone to count.

"More than [-]."

"Fortunately!"

He Mo smiled wryly, "At least the city can be kept."

Zuo Su sat down paralyzed, clasped his head in his hands and howled, "I just killed, killed, killed...but I was defeated by his three hundred cavalry. The night attack is also killing and killing, but he was already prepared... so what?" Fight? How to fight?"

"Open the door!"

Someone outside the city was knocking on the door, shouting loudly.

He Mo ignored it and slowly squatted down.

"Our only way is to hold on, and there is hope if we hold on..."

He probably felt that these words were not convincing, "Khan will come."

……

The good news started at dawn, and Jia Pingan wrote a letter home by the way.

——Wu Shuang, my wife Su He, has already gone to the Western Regions as her husband.

In the letter, he said something about the things he encountered on the road, and then...

——For my husband, I dream of you every night, tossing and turning, so I wrote a poem... But my heart is full of the two of you, and I only got two sentences.

Jia Pingan, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem in six steps, but he only had two lines for his wife.