Zhang the Fifth continued to cling tightly to the Turkic general's leg, as if nothing could make him let go.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths…
Finally, the Turkic general put down his scimitar."Forget it, catching you is enough.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the general squatted down and lifted Zhang the Fifth up on the spot.
"Speak! Who is currently commanding the battle in your Hexi Province? How many troops does Guazhou have? Where is the main force?”
"Bah! Dog thief, you're delusional!"
He spat on the Turkic general's face.
The general was a little angry, but he forced himself to endure it.
"I respect you as a warrior. As long as you tell me, I will guarantee your survival and personally recommend you to the Khagan. At that time, there would be high officials and rich salaries, and beautiful women would be like clouds. How about it? Think about it!"
"Ha!"
Zhang the Fifth smiled, a contemptuous smile on his face as he looked at the Turkic Great General.
The Turkic general frowned and released his right hand.
Zhang the Fifth fell on the spot.
Suddenly!
As he was falling, Zhang the Fifth suddenly reached out and grabbed the scimitar at his opponent's waist. He then stabbed forward…
The Turkic general slightly turned his body, easily dodging this fatal blow.
In the next moment.
As if he had practiced it millions of times, this person reflexively grabbed the blade with his bare hands and stabbed back.
Chi!
The sharp grassland scimitar easily stabbed into Zhang the Fifth's chest like a piece of paper tearing a robe.
"You…"
The Turkic Great General paled and hurriedly placed this person on the ground, wanting to save him.
"Don't die, don't die. Tang warrior, please don't die!”
But it was too late now.
"Tang…Tang people, forever…never…be slaves…"
Endless blood flowed out of Zhang the Fifth's mouth, dyeing his face and clothes red.
Zhang the Fifth looked up at the sky. The sky was blue, like the color of his hometown.
She was so beautiful, so moving.
Unfortunately, he could never go back.
"Little prime minister, Wulang has completed his mission. Please keep your promise.”
"My wife, I hope you will raise your son well. When he grows up, tell him: His father had been a hero of the Great Tang.”
"Zhang Lie, my son, I hope you can bring honor to your ancestors in the future. When the time comes, remember to come to his father's grave and burn some incense to tell him.”
……
His pupils dilated, and endless darkness enveloped Zhang the Fifth's consciousness.
A hero of the Great Tang had just left this world!
"Hey!"
The Turkic general sighed and began to rummage through the other's robes.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths…
Suddenly!
The Turkic general seemed to have found a thin object and hurriedly pulled it out.
It was an ordinary piece of paper with some words written on it.
In the next moment.
"This, this is…" The Turkic general was stunned.
Tang military strategy secret order 203
He ordered his men of sacrifice, Zhang Wulang, Li Erlang and Wang Dagou, to go to Changle. Assassinate all the Turkic scouts to delay the advance of the Turkic army and buy seven days for the Great Tang soldiers.
Remember, at least seven days. If you can't complete this mission, all the men of sacrifice will be killed!
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What was that? Chen An?
Could it be that famous poet saint of the Great Tang, the Third Yuan and the youngest scholar, the new prime minister of the Great Tang, the seven-year-old child…?
Heavens!
The new emperor of the Great Tang had actually sent a seven-year-old child to be the general manager of the West River Road's army and to take charge of the armies of the eight provinces?
Was he crazy?
Was he stupid?
How dare a child fight against the powerful Turks?
The Turkic Great General was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
At this moment, he realized how " precious " this information was.
Somehow, he seemed to sense many unusual things from this precious information.
No wonder the Tang border troops would abandon the Jade Gate Pass.
No wonder there was no one in Dunhuang County.
No wonder our army encountered so many strange incidents.
The reason for all this was simply because: The eight prefectures in the west of the river were not commanded by the former Qin provincial governor. Instead, it was a child, a seven-year-old child.
It's not that our army is not smart, but no one can guess the thoughts of a little kid!
F * ck!
With this thought, the Turkic general rose to his feet and took the valuable information he had obtained. He quickly made his way to Shazhou, toward the ancient city of Dunhuang.
He had to send this information back as soon as possible.
The Turks have been fooled. We were actually frightened by a seven-year-old child.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
An hour later (the horse was gone and running slowly).
The ancient city of Dunhuang.
"Reporting: General Ashina is back!”
Hearing this, Captain Shi Jie and the other generals were overjoyed and came out to welcome him.
Commander's tent.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Ashina Li said excitedly,""Milord, this humble servant did not fail your mission and brought back a precious piece of information!”
"What information? Take it out and take a look!"
"Yes, sir!"
Ashina Li quickly handed a piece of paper stained with blood to Captain Shi Jie.
Shi Jie quickly unfolded the paper and looked at it.
In the next moment.
"Chen An?" Shi Jie exclaimed.”
What was that? Chen An?
The generals were shocked.
"Could it be that Peasant prodigy and the new prime minister of the Tang?”
"Yes, yes, yes! It's him!"
"Now, this child is not only the prime minister, but he has also been appointed as the general manager of the army of the west of the river, in charge of the military and political affairs of the eight states of the west of the river.”
In the commander's tent, everyone was discussing.
Everyone's face was filled with disbelief. Everyone was stunned by this information.
One of the slogans that the Turks had used to march south to the Central Plains was: The new emperor of the Tang Dynasty was fatuous and appointed a seven-year-old child as prime minister.
Who was the young child?
He was Chen An!
Almost everyone in the Turks knew this name.
"Men, quickly invite the scholar of the Sui Dynasty, Mr. Yun, to come over!”
"Understood!"
The former scholars of the Sui Dynasty, who had long since joined the Turks, hurried over.
"Mr. Yun, quickly help us identify it. Is this Chen An's notebook?"
"What is it? Chen An? That Tang prime minister?" Mr. Yun was very surprised.
"Yes, it's him!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
Hearing this, Mr. Yun quickly took the secret order and opened it.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths…
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Mister Yun nodded heavily.""It's indeed Chen Anzhi's handwriting. It's exactly the same as the 'Twelve Anshi' printed in the Central Plains! According to a merchant from the Central Plains, this was printed by a powerful noble in Chang 'an using the original copy of An Shi. This book was very expensive, selling for twelve strings of coins.”
As soon as these words were said, everyone was overjoyed and then furious.
"Damn it! We were actually deceived by the Tang!"
"We were actually scared by a little kid!”
"The army of one hundred thousand soldiers has been stalled by this child for several days.”
"Damn you, Chen An. When our army takes down the West River Road, we will definitely tear you into pieces!”……
The Turkic generals roared and cursed.
They had an army of 100,000, a total of 100,000.
He had actually been delayed for so long by the "empty city stratagem" and "death warrior stratagem". The amount of food consumed was simply too much to count.
MMP！
"Men, order the entire army to start a fire and make a pot. This afternoon, the army entered Guazhou. He was going to cut Chen An into pieces to vent the hatred in his heart!”
"Understood!"
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