Training Wu Zhou

The next day, noon.

The high temperature in the desert is like a hot pot, and the newly arrived Tang Jun is almost ready to take off his armor. Every once in a while, he has to pour water on his armor. Weapons and armor are divided into light and heavy. It is a reconnaissance unit with less heavy armor and is mostly equipped with cavalry.

It is not an exaggeration for the heavy cavalry to call it a tank at this time. Although the Jianghu masters are strong, as Chang Ying said, even Ma Lie will become a sieve under the dense arrow rain.

No matter how brave a person is, it is impossible to fight against the hammer of the army, but war is exactly what Tang Guan once thought. The fight is not as simple as you having one more man than me, and I having one more horse than you.

Just like now, hundreds of thousands of Tang troops were stationed here, and there were no ghosts of Turkic people. Wu Zhao's trip suddenly seemed a little ridiculous.

Tang Guan walked on the sand with his hands behind his back, leaned over and grabbed a handful, his hands were hot, and immediately flew away.

"Brother Qubing, why don't you go forward?"

Behind Tang Guan, He Qiyue approached and made a sound. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the camp behind him. The camp was divided into several sections. At one glance, the Great Tang Empire came down in the sea of ​​sand with the most powerful posture, but only Can wait.

Tang Guan shook his head and smiled when he heard the words, and said rather self-deprecatingly: "This battle cannot be fought." [

He Qiyue was taken aback when he heard the words, frowned and said, "How?"

"If you can train a group of elite cavalry that can go deep into the desert, maybe you can still fight."

With his hands behind his back, Tang Guan kept silent and pondered for a whole night. He could only come up with this one feasible solution. Emperor Wu of the ancient Han Dynasty spent his whole life trying to send down two generals, one named Wei Qing, who guarded the Great Wall, and Called Huo Qubing, far away from the latest chapter of Mobei Dzizhu Qiyuan.

Now Cheng Wuting's situation is very similar to that of Wei Qing, he can hold the Great Wall.But he didn't have the ability to go far away, and besides, there was no second Huo Qubing available in the court. Tang Guansheng's wonderful work took up the word of General Huo, but it was very different.

Tang Guan laughed at himself, let alone Huo Qubing.Even if it does exist, it may not be possible to repeat history. Datang is more than several times better equipped than Dahan.It's a pity that cold weapons are not fighting with equipment. The Han people at that time were the most martial arts in the entire Han civilization. Their national fanaticism was comparable to that of Japan during World War II.

Piercing with a sharp sword is death, and hitting a brick with a stone ax is also death. Fighting weapons is only one aspect, the main thing is who dies first!

"Hahahaha." Thinking of this.Tang Guan suddenly laughed with his hands behind his back.Looking at the emptiness in front of me.He suddenly felt that sometimes things that seem complicated are so simple that it makes people laugh, but things that are obviously simple are so complicated that it is shocking.

This is the so-called history. All kinds of materials can be found in the text. Tang Guan didn't think it was a big deal when he read it, but he felt a little silly. But now that the so-called historical records summarize people, they can't summarize the country.

He Qiyue saw Tang Guan laughing.Puzzled: "Brother Qubing, why are you laughing?"

Tang Guan laughed and said: "What we were able to do hundreds of years ago, but now we can't do it, is it ridiculous?"

As soon as these words came out, He Qiyue was taken aback for a moment, but Tang Guan had already shook his head and left with a wry smile.

If there are no accidents, Wu Zhao's trip may only be regarded as a tourist.

Deep Desert, Ashina.

An uninvited visitor came from a distance, and the guarding tribe members stared vigilantly at this outsider who rode into the fortification area. [

He was wearing Han clothes, and the two sides were fighting at this time, and the business had already stopped, but when this man drove in, even these Turkic people who were used to barbarism and didn't care much about their appearance couldn't help being surprised.

I saw that this person was ugly, with horrible scars all over his face. As soon as he reached the fence, he immediately dismounted and put his hands behind his back. It was Ma Lie who acted secretly last night. At this time, he really only used one It took a day and a night to rush here.

There are only two kinds of people who can go deep into this place, one is the Turks, and the other is the Sand Pirates. The Sand Pirates often deal with the Turks, ranging from four or five people to as many as twenty. Attention, and sometimes even individual people into the clan.

Seeing this, the guards looked at each other, chattered for a while, and one of them walked out with a scimitar in his hand, and yelled at him. The man frowned and said, "Get someone who can speak human language!"

As soon as he finished speaking, although the Turkic guard didn't know what he was talking about, seeing his bad tone, he slashed at Ma Lie in a rage.

Seeing this, Ma Lie didn't dodge, until the knife reached the front door, and suddenly kicked up, the Turkic guard almost flew upside down by his kick, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Suddenly the sound of horns sounded from all around, Ma Lie didn't move when he heard the sound, and he still stood there with his hands behind his back.

Immediately, Ma Lie was completely surrounded, and all these people stared at Ma Lie vigilantly, as long as he made a slight movement, he would not be impaled immediately.

Seeing this, Ma Lie raised his hand, threw the burden on the ground, and said with a smile, "I'm here to join Ashina Khan."

Those around were all native aborigines, how could they understand Ma Lie's words, but seeing that he seemed to give up resistance, one of them stepped forward to check the burden, his complexion changed.

"Luo, Beng Bu Nuo Luo."

As soon as this person uttered his voice, one person hurried to the tribe, and the rest of the people looked at Ma Lie with a strange look in their eyes.

After a long time, the two riders drove out from the camp, and everyone stepped aside when they saw this, and the two did not get off their horses. One of them looked at Ma Lie up and down, approached the horse, and said in Chinese: "Are you a Han?"

The Chinese language is very jerky, and the dialect is not similar anywhere, but fortunately, it can be understood. Ma Lie raised his head and said without hesitation: "No."

Then he added: "I am from Xianbei."

The man was stunned when he heard the words, then raised his head and laughed, this is really a guy pretending to be stupid, Xianbei had perished a hundred years ago, and they got a share of the pie at that time, and the whole ethnic group disappeared , Someone came out and said in Chinese that he was from Xianbei.

Immediately, this man didn't want to entangle with Ma Lie any more, and waved his hand to leave. The Turkic soldiers drew their knives out one after another, and Ma Lie shouted: "I have come to defect to Ashina Khan. I have information about the Tang army." !"

As soon as he said this, the knight stopped for a moment, turned back and dismounted Ma Lie in large numbers again. Upon seeing this, Ma Lie said, "I want to see you Ashina Khan about the matter of the Great Tang Emperor."

The knight was shocked when he heard the words, and got off his horse to investigate, and saw that the armor of the Tang army was indeed in the bundle, so he hesitated for a moment and said: "We Turks are not afraid of spies, and there are no spies, you Xianbei, haha."

Speaking of this, even he himself couldn't help laughing. Xianbei has long been a non-existent nation. Not only the Han people know this, but they also know it very well.

But before he finished laughing, his throat tightened suddenly, and his feet left the ground.

"Bakong!"

The people around shouted loudly when they saw this, but Ma Lie suddenly picked up the knight and grabbed him tightly.

"What happened to us Xianbei people?"

Hearing Ma Lie's cold voice, as if he had been greatly insulted, the knight shrank his eyes when he saw Ma Lie's serious appearance, he really looked like a Xianbei man, and felt that he possessed such strange strength, that the Turkic people were brave and good at fighting , was mentioned by him at the first time, but he was not afraid, and continued to laugh: "Then what is your name?"

"Ma Lie." Seeing him like this, Ma Lie was also shocked. This was the first time that someone was not afraid of him. If it was a Han Chinese, most of them would have already fought against each other.

But after finishing speaking, Ma Lie added again: "Yu Wen Ma Lie."

"Yuwen Malie, okay, Xianbei people, put me down, and I'll take you to see Da Khan."

Such a direct dialogue makes Ma Lie, who has always been in the shadows of people's hearts, a little unbelievable. To be honest, this is also his first contact with Turkic people. God gave him a great opportunity. After waiting for so many years, he not only met a person who gave him The person who exceeded his expectations gave him such a good opportunity!

Ma Lie put the man down slowly, and sure enough, the Turkic soldiers put away their weapons one after another. The knight got on his horse and said to Ma Lie, "Come on."

Seeing this, Ma Lie followed him into the army, which was unbelievably simple, but Ma Lie didn't know that what the knight said was not a lie. Tang Jun's war against the Turks had always only arranged for scouts in the front, but he had never been worried about inserting spies.

The reason is very simple. It is useless to place spies around the Turkic people, because their wars have no formations or pre-war preparations. run.

This spur-of-the-moment matter cannot be detected by spies, and the policy is simple and clear, that is, count as much as you can kill, and count as much as you can take away.

This is called "guerrilla warfare" in later generations, and it is called "rogue politics" in Tang Guan's mouth. The Turkic War is a complete hooliganism.