First Minister of the Tang Dynasty

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After listening to Luo Louda's words, Samoling remained silent.

If it were a young and energetic general, he would have grabbed the food and grass first, regardless of the number of enemies, and would not have cared about the popular support.

However, Samaling was over sixty years old. He was a general of Chenla during the period of Mahaindravarman, the late king of Chenla. He personally participated in the rise of Chenla. His concerns were more comprehensive. This is what an old man says about seeking a country, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Seeing that Shema Ling was in a dilemma, Luo Louda sighed, "I know your difficulties. If you really can't do it, just retreat."

"Retreat?" Shemoling suddenly raised his head when he heard these two words, punched the map on the desk, and his eyes gradually turned red.

"I, Zhenla, have been planning for hundreds of years, and three generations of people have worked hard to finally reach the gates of Temu City. We are about to climb the holy mountain. If we retreat now, all our previous efforts will be wasted."

At this point, the white-haired veteran covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly.

When Luo Louda saw this, he couldn't help but look moved.

In the tent, two old ministers were worrying about their country. Suddenly, they heard a burst of chaos and shouts of surprise outside.

Shemo Ling sat up suddenly and took advantage of the situation to pull out the saber on one side. "You've bullied someone too much. Do you dare to come again?" Dang even rushed out of the camp and "lighted the fire and beat the drum."

There was a high platform outside the Chinese army's tent, with firewood piled on it, which was quickly lit. Then the drums rumbled, and the Zhenla army rushed out of their tents in panic and gathered towards the fire.

This was the idea that Shemoling came up with. The enemy attacked at night and the soldiers could not tell the difference between south, east and north, so they ordered in advance. When they heard the sound of drums at night, they gathered at the fire on the high platform, so that they would not get into a mess.

But when the soldiers gathered, Shemaling found that he was too impatient because no enemy was found.

"Why were you so panicked just now? That team shouted, get out." Shemolling's face turned red with anger. Some roared in anger.

Soon a small team came forward and said, "General, a rocket just shot into the tent, and we lost two people."

At the same time, people from other teams stood up, holding arrows in their hands, "General, someone did attack just now. The arrows have penetrated the camp, and there is silk cloth on it."

Upon hearing this, Samoling asked, "Where is the silk cloth?"

After taking the silk cloth and unfolding it to look at it, Samoling became furious and ordered through gritted teeth, "All silk cloths should be handed over. Anyone who hides them will be killed immediately."

Then he strode back to the tent, followed closely by Luo Louduoda with a look of surprise on his face. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, Samoling threw the silk cloth in his hand over and said bitterly: "The Han people bully others too much!"

When Luo Louda opened it and took a look, his heart ached.

It turned out that on this coarse cloth, Chen Jiyuan ordered someone to write a threatening letter in Ji Mi script.

Chen Jiyuan stated in the letter: The Tang Empire has sent 500,000 troops to help the vassal state of Funan regain its lost territory. If the Chenla people do not withdraw from the border of Funan immediately, they will be taught that there is no return and so on.

"Half a million? It must be bragging." Luo Louda took a deep breath, and then said directly: "The Han people are best at showing off their military prowess, and their actual strength may be less than 20%."

Hearing this, Shemoling stared at Luo Louda in shock, "It's less than 20%, so that's nearly ten or one hundred thousand?"

Luo Louda was startled when he heard this, and then his face turned pale. Even if it was one hundred thousand, it was a terrifying existence that the current Zhenla Kingdom could not contend with. "Dada, you have been to the place where the Han people were. Can the Han people really mobilize a hundred thousand troops?" Shemoling asked unwillingly.

Luo Louda sat slumped on the couch and nodded with a heavy face, "Fifty thousand may not be practical, but one hundred thousand should, should be possible. I have only been to the southernmost part of the Han people, which is their Lingnan, and the nearest The area of ​​the Jiaozhou Dudufu is larger than that of our three countries combined, and any state or county has tens of thousands of troops, while the Jiaozhou Dudufu has seven or eight prefectures, and Lingnan has hundreds of prefectures."

Shemohui turned pale after hearing this. The two veterans knew the Han people better than the young people. They knew the terror of the super empire in the north. Now seeing Chen Jiyuan's strong declaration of war, they were a little panicked for a while.

"I originally thought that the Han people only came to help Funan on a small scale and did not pay much attention to Funan, but now it seems that the Han people's attitude is so tough," Luo Louda sighed quietly.

"I'll report it to the king first." After hesitating for a long time, Samoling was finally at a loss and immediately wrote a handwritten letter to Ishnavarman explaining the situation in Temu City.

Dayang Mountain, Zhenla Camp.

There is no need to explain the situation like this at Shemo Mausoleum. Ishnavarman is already facing a dilemma. Li Daliang is so quick that he has led 5,000 Jiaozhou soldiers to the foot of Dalong Mountain and is waiting in formation.

After receiving the letter from Samaling, Yishanavarman cursed loudly. He had reached such a situation and was still wasting outside Temu City. There was no doubt that he immediately ordered Samaling to withdraw his troops and quickly come to Dalang Mountain to rendezvous. Shanavarman continued to hesitate.

After receiving the order, Shemoling looked at Temu City for a long time, and finally turned around and withdrew its troops.

"Okay, great."

In Temu City, Zhibovarman beamed with joy and grinned, "The Chenla thieves have finally retreated. This is because the gods are protecting his people."

Chen Jiyuan's mouth twitched. Why did the Zhenla people retreat? Don't you have any idea? When the army came to the city before, why didn't you see your god appear in spirit?

After Zhipovarman recovered a little, Chen Jiyuan said: "Now is the time to expand the results of the battle. I should send troops immediately and pursue them one after another. I will definitely kill the Zhenla people and flee in panic."

Zhibovarman paused after hearing this, and then said with a worried look on his face: "The general only has 500 people. Isn't it too risky?"

Hearing this, Chen Jiyuan's eyes narrowed, "What does King Funan mean?"

Zhipovarman's throat rolled, and he avoided Chen Jiyuan's eyes and said: "I, Funan, have been seriously injured. Now we urgently need to appease the people. We really can't do without the imperial army."

Chen Jiyuan snorted coldly, "King Funan must know why the Zhenla people retreated. Our Tang Dynasty King's Division has intercepted King Zhenla at Dalong Mountain. This battle must be completed in one battle. Don't let King Zhenla escape. Funan Is it appropriate for the king to back down now?"

When Zhibovarman heard this, he was also a little frightened. The Han people were so cruel that they actually wanted to kill Ishana first. Thinking of this, Zhibovarman couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.

"Wouldn't King Funan ask your generals for their opinions?" Chen Jiyuan said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Zhipovarman unconsciously looked at Funan General Kunlin.

Kun Lin immediately lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Follow General Chen's orders."

Zhipovarman's eyes widened, and he pointed at Kun Lin, his hands trembling, "Okay, Kun Lin, you..." He was about to curse, but when he saw Chen Jiyuan staring at him suspiciously, he stopped. After all, Bovarman did not speak, and turned around and left in anger.

When Chen Jiyuan saw this, he just shook his head and murmured: "As a king, he has no courage and is a waste."

Kun Lin and others were silent.