30,000 cavalrymen dressed in neat and bright armor held spears of the same size and specifications as they surrounded the Tibetan soldiers who were like frightened birds!
The cold wind howled!
The red tassels on their helmets fluttered in the wind, showing the prestige of the Han soldiers.
There was a wisp of red on his head, and on his shoulders were the words "country"!
Compared to the equipment of the rebel soldiers, the scale armor formed a sharp contrast with the backward leather armor.
The burly man in front of him was compared to the Tibetan general.
One was wearing a radiant armor, shining brightly under the sun. Every shining scale was of the same size. All of this fully demonstrated that the people with thousands of years of culture were definitely the best in the world in this era.
The level of metal craftsmanship and weapon craftsmanship had already formed a basic standard.
Looking at Basang Jiaba's chainmail, it was obvious that it was passed down from his family. It was probably stolen by his ancestors.
In an instant, Yang Hao was once again certain of his initial analysis.
Why did their Zanpu want to marry the Great Tang so badly? It was just because he wanted all kinds of technology!
As a transmigrator, he knew the consequences. As the old saying went, once the Great Tang declined, they would bite.
"I really want to teach Great Ming's rules to everyone in the Great Tang.”
In the Ming Dynasty, there was no marriage, no tribute and no compensation. Whatever it was, they could just meet on the battlefield.
It was also at this moment that Yang Hao had such an idea.
To do this, he had to live on, live well!
Suddenly, a rough and gentle 'child, are you alright?' pulled the weak Yang Hao back to reality from his inner world.
He looked up and saw a big man blocking the light. Then, a big hand covered in calluses gently wiped his blood.
Ouch!
It was a little embarrassing!
The calluses on his hands were worthy of his martial arts skills.
Ba Sang Jia Ba and him were simply not on the same level.
Yang Hao looked at this gentle big man, this big man who felt sorry for him, and his heart suddenly became restless.
Obviously, he knew his client.
This was Su Lie, a Second Grade Great General of the Great Tang.
What should he do? What do you mean? He would not be exposed.
"Child, child!"
Tears appeared in Su Lie's sharp eyes. He looked at the only child of his old friend's family who had become like this.
The white robe had turned into a red robe!
"Child, you can't die!"
Two large hands grabbed Yang Hao's shoulders and shook him violently. If he didn't die, he would have died from the shaking.
Yang Hao was indeed covered in injuries and blood, but none of them were fatal. At most, she had lost a little more blood and her face was a little ugly. She was tired.
The 30,000 Han Family cavalry all sighed and lowered their heads.
When they raised their heads, their eyes were red and they were extremely angry. They used their sharpest gazes to look at the rebel soldiers who were like stray dogs.
They were waiting for Su Lie's military order.
As long as Su Lie said the word 'kill', they would unleash all their anger on those rebel soldiers with their spears.
Wuuuu!
"Uncle is here, uncle is here to save you!”
Uncle?
When Yang Hao heard Su Lie call himself uncle, that was right.
Previously, he had revealed himself more than once in front of Jiang Ke because he had spoken first.
He had been thinking about whether he should call him General Su Lie or something else. If he wasn't sure, he really didn't dare to speak!
"Uncle, I'm not dead. I'm just tired.”
When Su Lie heard this, he immediately smiled and held his shoulder tightly. He was so happy that he almost cried.
"Brat, you're not dead. Why are you standing there without blinking?”
Yang Hao had a hard time saying anything. Wasn't he hesitating on how to address him?
"I didn't expect the Imperial Court to send you here," Yang Hao said weakly.”
"I was just too tired just now. I was so tired that I couldn't speak!”
Even Yang Hao himself felt that this sentence was a little far-fetched. How much strength did it take to speak? To be able to say one sentence before death!
However, Yang Hao was still alive. The only child in his old friend's family was still alive. Su Lie was very happy and did not pay much attention to this detail.
He had passed this stage.
"Men, bring the young general back to the General Manor to treat his injuries.”
As soon as he finished speaking, two cavalrymen dismounted and helped Yang Hao leave.
As for Su Lie, he pulled out the black iron rod that was stuck in the ground and walked towards Basang Jiaba with an imposing manner step by step!
Yang Hao looked at Basang Jiaba. He was afraid of such a big guy just now?
As Su Lie took a step forward, he actually shrank into the corner of the wall.
General?
This was a Tibetan general. Even a fake general like him couldn't compare to his courage.
When he thought of the fake general, he thought of one person, his client.
"Uncle Su Lie!"
Hmm?
Yang Hao did not need the support of the cavalry. He could stand, walk, and fight.
He had rested enough and drank water. He could still fight.
"Uncle, give me his life."
"He killed my father."
Su Lie looked at Yang Hao. His voice regained some vigor. It seemed that he was indeed tired. Now that he had recovered some of his stamina, he could still fight.
"Kid, that guy's strength is not bad!" Su Lie reminded.”
"I can win." Yang Hao smiled faintly.”
Yang Hao stepped forward and looked at Basang Jiaba with a mocking smile,"General, are you worthy?"
"Get up!"
"Pick up your saber and fight to the death."
"You win, I'll let you go."
Basang Jiaba glanced at Su Lie, who shouted,""He has the final say."
He knew that the Han family general was a man of his word, even when facing an enemy. Therefore, he picked up his weapon.
He thought that since Yang Hao was so weak, he definitely couldn't beat him now.
"Brother, this battle is for you, to avenge our father!”Yang Hao looked at the sky and thought to himself.
Ahhh!
An empty space appeared in the encirclement.
The scimitars of the barbarians clashed with the swords of the Han Family.
In just three rounds, just three rounds, the victor had already been decided.
Yang Hao grabbed Basang Jiaba's scimitar, blood flowing down the blade.
At the same time, Yang Hao's sword pierced through Ba Sang Jia Ba.
Ugh!
"Yang Hao, I lost."
"However, my descendants will definitely make a comeback.”
Before Basang Jiaba closed his eyes, he said something that was full of the barbarian's true thoughts.
This once again proved Yang Hao's point of view!
Actually, there was no need to prove it. When the Great Tang was in decline, the Tibetans did this.
Haha!
"Those who offend our Heavenly Dynasty will be destroyed for generations!”
Yang Hao also gave him a response, a response that a Han blood man should give!
The stamina that he had just recovered was used up, and his body felt empty.
Right after Basang Jiaba fell to the ground, Yang Hao's vision went black and he fainted.
Su Lie carried Yang Hao on his back and headed to the General's Mansion.
Before he left, he only said one word with his back facing the army.
"Kill them!"
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