The most powerful emperor grandson of the Tang Dynasty

Modira took out the family's treasured wine. The wines from the Western Regions were all passed down from them. They had been stored for a long time and they were usually reluctant to drink them. Now his son was about to go to the war. If he didn't take them out and have a drink with them, he might not have this opportunity in the future.

The youngest son is in his thirties and is in the prime of his life. If the imperial court recruits people, such people will definitely be at the front of the list. Moreover, the youngest son has served in the army and is the one the imperial court needs most.

"Father."

Modira's youngest son raised his glass, wanting to have a drink with his father before leaving, but Modira did not raise his glass. Instead, he stretched his head to look outside. There were two soldiers standing at the door. It was impossible for him to run away, so he had to say something important now.

"Remember this, everything I told you before about the battlefield, forget it now. Those words are useless now. You only have one goal now, and that is to survive. I don't care what happens to you on the battlefield, you must stay away from danger."

When his youngest son heard what Modira said, he was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that such words came from his father's mouth. You know, his father was a great hero of the empire and was personally commended by the former caliph. If his father didn't like this kind of life, he could easily become a general.

When my two brothers went to the war, my father said something different. They were all about fighting bravely and serving the Caliph. But why is he telling me this now? Is it because I am too incompetent? That's impossible. During those years as a soldier, I was still very outstanding. At least no one in the whole village was better than me. Although it is impossible to reproduce the glory of my father, I am not afraid of death and look for a place to hide, right?
"Father, do you look down on your son so much?"

The younger son looked anxious, and Modira quickly subdued his son. He said he couldn't speak too loudly at this time because the two soldiers at the door could hear him. There were also some neighbors outside nearby. If they heard him, he would not have a good life.

"Our whole family has done enough for the Empire, but in the end we couldn't even protect your bloodline. Look at how old I am now. How many days can I still live? Now my face is useless. I can only buy one night, but your son won't run away yet. What do you think will happen to our family if something happens to you?"

Modira stretched out his hands, a pair of skinny hands. Although life at home was pretty good, he was old after all. No matter what good things he ate or drank, his body could not hold on. Modira was very clear about this.

Looking at his grandson again, he can't even walk now. If the family has to rely on a child like this, the whole family may not be able to support it. The son in front of him is his only hope. He must not have any mistakes on the battlefield. If he can't come back, the whole family will be ruined.

The youngest son was also stunned. He had never thought about such a thing before, but now after listening to his father's words, he did have other ideas in his heart. When his father found him back from the army, he was still a little dissatisfied, but now after listening to his father's words, he did think that his father was right. Two people in the family had died for the country. According to the previous laws of the court, he did not have to go to the battlefield, but the court did not care about this at all. At the critical moment, he was still evaporated on the battlefield. Didn't the court consider how their family could survive?
“Should we tell our fellow villagers that they are also the backbone of their families?”

The youngest son suddenly thought of another thing. The dozen or so people who set out together this time had all grown up together. The relationship between them was very deep, and it could be said that it had continued for two or three generations.

"You fool, if all the people are afraid of the enemy and don't move forward, the general will soon find out and they will all want to escape, then your chance of survival will be even lower. You must tell them more on the way, let them fight bravely as before, and repay the caliph's kindness. This is what you should say."

The old man's face changed, and he immediately brought out his thick black theory. The youngest son had never seen his father like this. All the education he received today seemed to have overturned his cognition in this life. He couldn't even trust his brothers who grew up with him? Didn't he say before that these people would be his back on the battlefield? Now he had to be on guard against them too.

Modila knew it was too difficult for his son to accept all this, but he had to understand it now. If you still don't understand it, then your chances of surviving on the battlefield will continue to decrease. This time our enemy is not someone else, but the Tang Empire, which is more powerful than us. If you don't make preparations from now on, then what will be waiting for you will be a corpse, and the court will tell you the news of your death in battle.

"You don't need to look at me like that. I guess other people in the village think the same way. Our relationship may be solid at ordinary times, but when it comes to the real battlefield, who won't fight for themselves? Who will give up a chance to survive to others? This is the real battlefield. We were all smooth sailing in the battlefields before, but when we fight against such an adverse battle, you will know the wickedness of human hearts. I just hope you can come back alive."

Modira sighed. He didn't want to say too much such cunning stuff. He picked up the wine glass and drank it heavily. His son also drank the wine beside him. But everything in his mind was different. It turned out that the enemy had already appeared before he went to the battlefield, and these enemies were brothers from the same village who grew up with him.

At dawn the next day, all nineteen people in the village came out. Whether they were willing or not, they had to pack their camels and weapons and equipment, and then follow the army. They had to gather in the north of the city and wait for people from the surrounding villages.

After the nineteen people left, Modira looked back at the remaining people in the village. The youngest adult was in his forties... (End of this chapter)