The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

In addition, if the story of the great sage torturing the soldiers gets out, the morale of the army will definitely be shaken, and the soldiers who originally wanted to flee will not want to fight even more. The situation at that time will not be under the control of Lun Qinling.

Not even Songtsen Gampo could control the chaos.

It is impossible to sacrifice Tubo soldiers unless it is absolutely necessary.

Thinking of this, Lun Qinling decided to talk to the great sage.

Pushing aside the curtain of the great sage, the great sage saw Lun Qinling coming, and said with a smile.

"Figured out?"

Lun Qinling shook his head.

"Great Sage, I know you have great powers, but I can't do harm to my soldiers. Is there no other way to revive you?"

Hearing this, the great sage's face turned cold.

"It's a shameless thing. Since you don't want to do what I say, then I will deal with it myself. If you go to Datang to massacre a village, you can get my reincarnated corpse."

"It's just that while I'm away, if Li Kuan attacks and comes in, hmph..."

After saying these words, the great sage's body slowly floated, ready to flee far away.

When Lun Qinling saw that the great sage wanted to leave, his heart was burning with anxiety.

If the spiritual pillar is to go, and those who finally block the great sage have to go, then the Tubo army will be more loose and vulnerable.

I'm afraid they all ran away before Li Kuan called.

The great sage can't go, absolutely can't go.

Lun Qinling made up his mind to keep the great sage.

Four thousand Tubo soldiers have died, and more than 1 people have been injured, many of whom are seriously injured.

People who are seriously injured cannot fight in the army and have to be distracted to take care of them, which is a dragging existence.

Useless people can be discarded. . . .

At this moment, Lun Qinling looked at the wounded and howling soldiers and made a decision.

Chapter 320

If people are not ruthless, they will not stand firm, and once they succeed, their bones will dry up.

Glory is built on blood and dry bones, and it is common to abandon the car to protect the handsome.

"Great sage, please stay still."

The great sage turned his head and looked at Lun Qinling playfully.

"General Lun, what else do you need?"

Lun Qinling lowered his head in humiliation, and said in a sad tone.

"Great Sage, I will select a group of soldiers for you to torture. I hope you will show mercy and don't be too cruel. After all, they are soldiers of my Tubo."

After getting what he wanted, the great sage said with a bright smile on his face.

"Since it's torture, naturally you can't be merciful, step back, I'll wait for you to bring people over, let me think about how to torture them."

The gloomy and cruel tone made Lun Qinling shudder. At this moment, he felt a little regretful. At this moment, Lun Qinling even felt that the great sage was more terrifying than Li Kuan.

Looking at Lun Qinling leaving the door, the great sage smiled.

He knew that Lun Qinling would not reject him, that the reputation of a general was far more important than the lives of soldiers, and victory in war was far more important than the blood of soldiers.

However, the necessary greetings still need to be said to Lun Qinling, and the general's face should also be scrupled, otherwise his unscrupulous actions will cause disharmony in the relationship.

Flying into the sky, the great sage looked impatient as he watched Lun Qinling, who was picking out the wounded.

He couldn't wait to torture people and create corpses. If he died and had no place to resurrect, that would be really embarrassing.

He flew directly into the tent, where the heaviest wounded were wailing, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and screams, and the sad atmosphere made everyone feel that they were dying soon.

The wounded knew that they would be abandoned, and everyone could see no hope of life.

At this moment, they saw a man with all his limbs crushed flew into the tent. The bloody appearance made the soldiers even more frightened.

However, although the wounded were terrified, they knew that the terrifying person in front of them was a great sage, and the soldiers yelled with respect for the strong.

"Great Sage, are you here to save us? You must save us. Our wives and children are still waiting to go back. I can't die here."

The great sage sneered grimly.

"Don't worry, I'm here to save you, I will let you be relieved as soon as possible, and end these pains as soon as possible."

Before the soldiers could think about it, thick black mist floated from the great sage's body. The black mist was like thick blood, drilling into the soldiers' bodies along their wounds.

Immediately, the wounded screamed in pain, as if they had experienced inhuman torture, with horrifying expressions on their faces.

As the black mist penetrated more and more into the body, the screams of the wounded became more miserable, and the ferocity on the face became more distorted.

In the end, the skin on the faces of all the wounded began to rot, the blood vessels in their bodies began to burst, and the ground was already stained red with blood. The tents of the seriously wounded were as terrifying as purgatory on earth. If ordinary soldiers stepped into it, they would be terrified.

The great sage had anticipated this, so he installed a sound-proof barrier before entering, and there were soldiers guarded by Lun Qinling outside, so no one would find out what he was doing.

As time passed, the seriously wounded died one by one in fear. Looking at the piles of corpses, the great sage laughed wildly.