Datang: My God of War identity was exposed by the princess

Chapter 89 The living, the most painful (for collection)
I want to carry the emperor's coffin for the imperial conquest.

Even if I die, the army will not be able to return, and must continue to fight Jieli Khan!

Li Er's words, like a thunderbolt, slammed on the heads of everyone.

He is the proud son of heaven, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty!

He actually said these words.

This is simply unheard of!
It doesn't matter whether Li Er is sincere or false, but as soon as these words are spoken.

It directly blocked the mouths of everyone.

Especially the mouth of the ministers of the peace talks headed by Changsun Wuji.

Even the emperor said so, do they still dare to talk about peace?

Not only that, but everyone knelt down and shouted, "Your Majesty!"

At this time, Li Er had made up his mind to march north, and to fight Jieli Khan forever.

He just flamboyantly ignored the existence of the bigwigs in the court and ignored them at all.

The emperor can keep his promises!
You have no choice but to follow suit.

Not only did he follow orders, but he also completely dispelled the idea of ​​peace in some people's minds.

The ministers of the Tang Dynasty were completely united and prepared for the Northern Expedition wholeheartedly.

At this time, Li Er was already furious, his eyes were red.

"Xiaofan, just wait a little longer."

"When I defeat the Turkic army, I will take you home!"

Li Er looked in the direction of Beijiang and murmured.

Go home, pick up Duan Xiaofan and Tiger and Leopard Riders.

This is the oath that Li Er made long ago.

But now, Duan Xiaofan and the others were all killed in battle, no one survived, no one had a whole body.

Li Er broke his promise.

He can only take a group of loyal souls home!

Li Er's face was full of self-blame and guilt.

……

At the same time, Princess Xiangcheng also learned the news.

"All dead?"

"No one alive? No whole body?"

"It's impossible, it's absolutely impossible!"

"My husband must still be alive!"

Princess Xiangcheng sat paralyzed in the rain and murmured foolishly.

Fan Guogong's mansion.

"Xiaofan, you must still be alive, right?"

"You are not only the pride of father, but also the pride of our Duan family!"

"You must live, live..."

Duan Zhixuan looked in the direction of Beijiang, and murmured with tears in his eyes.

That strand of white hair swayed non-stop in the rain.

The news about the death of the blood-clothed general and his subordinates quickly spread throughout Chang'an.

The reason why it spread so fast is naturally from Li Junxian's handwriting.

And why did he do it?

This is naturally what Li Er meant.

Endless desolation quickly spread throughout Chang'an City.

The common people finally understood the meaning of this rain of blood.

This is something that even God can't stand.

This is universal grief!
Since Duan Xiaofan led two hundred black cavalry to lead away the Turkic army ten days ago.

The people of Chang'an completely changed their views on prodigal sons.

From the previous respect and far away, to now everyone admires and admires him!
Duan Xiaofan's feat of being unparalleled in the country can be said to be famous in one battle.

There are even countless people shouting: "This is the god of war bestowed on Datang by God!"

Not only the people in the city, but even the big boss in the court, His Majesty Li Er, all admire the prodigal son.

Countless people are waiting for the safe return of the prodigal son!
Everyone waited bitterly, but what they finally got was such news.

Duan Xiaofan and his soldiers were all killed in battle.

None survived.

None of the dead bodies.

"How can this happen, how can this happen?"

"Didn't Your Majesty say that he would take the young man home?"

"The young master of Fan Guogong's mansion is a good man, he is a well-deserved god of war, and the country is unparalleled!"

"My Tang Dynasty, when will I rely on a prodigal son to turn the tide?"

"It's a disgrace to let hundreds of people go to distract the Turkic army!"

For a moment, the people of Chang'an were completely overwhelmed.

Many literati even insulted and reprimanded on the spot.

But no matter what, Duan Xiaofan and those soldiers will never come back.

In the night, the city of Chang'an is brightly lit.

Countless people walked out of their homes spontaneously.

They held up the candles and looked in the direction of northern Xinjiang, feeling extremely sad.

"Young master, go all the way!"

"Young master, go all the way!"

"Young master, go all the way!"

The common people looked in the direction of the northern border and shouted with tears.

Because Duan Xiaofan didn't have any fame, let alone any official position.

So the people had no choice but to call him the little prince.

But in the hearts of everyone, Prodigal Son has long been the God of War in Datang.

Li Er stood on the city wall, looking at the candlelight all over the city, his cheeks twitched involuntarily.

At this moment, he is envious of Duan Xiaofan in his heart.

This prodigal son has done countless ridiculous things, but now, he is loved by the common people.

But what about yourself?
When the prodigal son was in Chang'an, how chic did he live and how arrogant did he do things?
Even death is so tragic!
His life is wonderful, which is what Li Er could only wish for.

"Xiao Fan, thank you for doing so much for Datang and me."

"I will never treat your Duan family badly."

Li Er looked in the direction of Beijiang and murmured alone.

At this moment, maybe it is the real him.

However, his truest side was submerged in the night, and no one discovered it.

"Xiaofan, don't worry, I will never kill Jieli Khan, and I will never withdraw my troops and return to the court!"

"Northern Xinjiang soldiers, I will definitely take you home."

"eye for eye!"

Li Er suddenly roared.

Let the courtiers not far away cry when they heard it.

What a good emperor!
For the sake of the blood-clothed general, the soldiers and the common people in the northern border, His Majesty wants to carry the imperial coffin to march north.

This is the only good emperor!
This is Li Er's imperial technique!

……

At this time, on the land of Northern Xinjiang, a horse was galloping wildly.

It's just that the galloping horseshoes became weaker and weaker.

"Boom!"

Finally, the horse collapsed.

Even if this horse, like the tiger and leopard knights, came from the underworld.

But after running wildly for such a long time, it couldn't hold on anymore.

In the end, the war horse also fell tired on the land of northern Xinjiang.

One person, one horse, lying on the ground, panting heavily.

After a while, Duan Xiaofan finally recovered.

But he suddenly laughed "haha".

Then a tear of blood cut through his cheek that seemed to be crying but not crying, half smiling but not smiling.

"Xiahou Dun, have you seen it?"

"Even the heavens are moved by you..."

Duan Xiaofan looked at the falling blood rain, looked up to the sky and murmured.

Recalling the battle outside Hengzhou.

He first summoned [-] tiger and leopard riders, swept the Turkic barbarians, and saved the people of Hengzhou from fire and water.

How arrogant, how domineering!
But now, there is no one by his side.

Three thousand tiger and leopard cavalry soldiers followed him to kill all directions on the land of northern Xinjiang.

Killed the Turkic cavalry to be frightened, and killed the Turkic barbarians to cry for their fathers and mothers.

But now, all of them are dead.

Only Duan Xiaofan was left alive.

Those piercing colic pains made Duan Xiaofan's heart ache.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that living people suffer the most!
(End of this chapter)