The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

This scene made Murong Yue and Wu Jiangxian think about each other.

The commander of the Western Turks, wearing a half-covered slanted suit and holding a Guan knife, laughed cruelly when he saw the Tang army rushing forward.

"Brothers, Tang Jun's trash are here to die again, kill!"

Yellow sand was flying, smoke and dust filled the air, horseshoes sounded like thunder, and the two sides gradually approached.

"Changshan Zhao Zilong is here, take his life!"

There was a roar of anger, and a little bit of cold light rushed out through the yellow sand like a dragon, and the three thousand Western Turkic people were shocked.

One shot pierced the hearts of five people. The battle armor was like paper. There is no doubt that more people were not stabbed to death because the gun was too short, not because of lack of strength.

Pulling out the gentian gun, blood gushed out, and the ground was stained red. The Western Turkic soldiers around them were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, and they retreated one after another.

The leader held Guan Dao and slashed from top to bottom. Zhao Zilong stabbed out with the spear pointed directly at the blade.

"Crack."

The Guan knife of the commander of the Western Turks broke, the spear flashed, and his heart was pierced.

Zhao Zilong is so powerful, Li Kuan is not to be outdone.

The sword light lingered all over the body, and every time it flickered, a Western Turkic person would die.

One person with one sword, one person with one spear, the two of them are incomparable, like a god of hell, screams can be heard all over the body, when Fang Yiai and other Tang soldiers enter, there will be no more people in their path.

Cruel and bloody, but it's particularly refreshing. If you dare to violate the territory of the Tang Dynasty, you must be prepared to be overthrown by the Tang Dynasty.

In a quarter of an hour, the army of three thousand Western Turks was killed and surrendered.

At the back of the battlefield, Ziluan Qingxuan, Murong Yue and Wu Jiangxian were also dumbfounded.

Chapter 62 [-] troops, immediately approaching the city

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a continuous sound of kneeling, and five hundred captured Western Turkic people were pressed to the ground with their hands behind their backs.

exclaimed one of them, a young man dressed in unusual splendor.

"My lord, my lord, don't kill me. My brother is the main general who will attack Diezhou City this time. If you kill me, he will attack the city like crazy."

As the man said, he looked at Wu Jiangxian and Murong Yue at the side, swallowing his saliva.

Li Kuan took a panoramic view of this scene, glanced at the soldiers who surrendered, and found that they were all sizing up several women.

The one with the most eyes is lingering on Wu Jiangxian. Compared with the others, Wu Jiangxian with his heroic appearance is obviously more attractive to them.

These wastes, when are they still thinking about looking at women.

Suddenly, Li Kuan thought, Wu Jiangxian, as a female official of Yang Guang, with white silk and satin weapons, would be good at singing and dancing.

"Mr. Zhuge, let me use your empty city strategy here once."

Thinking about it, Li Kuan's eyes lingered on Wu Jiangxian.

Although it is a bit risky, it is still a good way, and it is also the best way Li Kuan can think of at the moment.

There are less than 2000 people, no matter how you resist, you can't stop the 30,000 people of the Western Turks. Even if the Mohist mechanism is in hand, there must be enough materials and time to make it.

However, when marching and fighting, it is often not based on the number of people, but on the strategy. Back then, the military god Li Jing brought 5000 people to attack the [-] Eastern Turkic army at night, and returned with a big victory, relying on the strategy.

Wu Jiangxian noticed that many people were looking at her, and her pretty face was cold, which made her look even colder, but when she saw that Li Kuan was also looking at her, Wu Jiangxian became puzzled.

At this moment, Fang Yiai stepped forward.

"His Royal Highness, these people..."

"killed!"

Li Kuan said indifferently.

When the Western Turkic soldiers heard this, they rioted and prepared to flee, but before they stood up, their heads were already chopped off with a big knife.

As soon as the big knife cut into the meat, the heads fell to the ground one by one, and the blood gushed out, turning the ground into a blood-red color.

Those who violate the territory of the Tang Dynasty will be punished!

Murong Yue frowned deeply. He realized that this murderous crazy man in front of him would never show mercy to anyone who would harm the development of Datang.

Then, Li Kuan shouted.

"All the soldiers obey the order, hang the head of the Western Turk on the horse, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the head of Mr. Huagui just now, and hung it in front of the horse.

Zhao Zilong picked up the commander's head, and Fang Yiai found another person to do the same, and followed Li Kuan.

The horse's hooves were stomping, and the head of the Western Turkic with a frightened face was like a trophy, following the ups and downs of the horse, announcing Li Kuan's achievements.

The army of the Tang Dynasty galloped faster than the army of the Western Turks, and would arrive at Diezhou City first.

Outside the city of Liangzhou, the sun was scorching like fire, and the yellow sand was long.

Hou Junji led an army of [-] to set up camp here, guarding Liangzhou City, which was a vital line of defense for Datang.