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

"His Royal Highness is too modest. I, Cheng Yaojin, have galloped on the battlefield for many years. Even Li Jing, the god of war, is not as brave and courageous as His Royal Highness."

Don't say he didn't dare to plan an empty city, even Li Jing didn't dare.

No one objected to this sentence. Even if they knew about this plan, few people would have the courage to do it.

Li Kuan didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say, "The situation is urgent."

Everyone stopped talking, and when they were about to go back to their rooms to rest, the sound of galloping horseshoes came from a distance.

"It should be my scout arriving."

Cheng Yaojin explained.

In the blink of an eye, the scout went up to the tower.

"His Royal Highness, General Cheng, we have discovered the location of the [-] Huns."

Everyone couldn't help being vigilant, and Fang Yiai even put his hand on the hilt of his sword. It seemed that a big battle was inevitable tonight.

Cheng Yaojin gripped the twin axes tightly.

"Where are those beasts, I'm going to tear them into pieces!"

The scout said quickly.

"It's just a hundred miles away, and it only takes two quarters of an hour for a fast horse to gallop, but..."

As he said that, the scouts glanced at Li Kuan, wanting to speak but dared not.

Cheng Yaojinhu stared.

"But what! Don't fool me."

"But they are all dead, and their death is strange."

When the words came out, everyone was shocked, only Zhao Zilong and Li Kuan remained calm.

Cheng Yaojin continued to ask.

"What kind of strange method is dead?"

This question revealed the doubts in everyone's mind.

The scout swallowed his saliva, trembling slightly, as if a little scared.

"Thirty thousand Western Turkic soldiers died in a coma. They all died with their throats blocked. There was no sign of resistance or struggle at the scene."

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help shouting.

"A sword to seal the throat! There is no resistance!"

It's not that no one has ever done a night raid. Li Jing had also wiped out a [-]-strong army of the Eastern Turks in a night raid before, but the fight was brutal and he narrowly won.

Fang Yiai, Murong Yue, Wu Jiangxian, Zi Luan, etc. all couldn't help but focus on the man with a calm face.

Sealing the throat with a sword reminded everyone of the dead soldiers of the Sui Dynasty when they were in the wooden house, as well as the fairy soldiers in Li Kuan's hands.

On the city wall, Li Kuan waved his hand.

"It's getting late, since the Western Turkic people are dead, everyone should go back early to rest, and check tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Li Kuan left, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and all went back to their rooms.

But when something so big happened, no one could sleep.

At dawn, outside the city of Diezhou, the horses are ready.

The rest of the people had already mounted their horses and were ready to go at any time, but the steed in the middle was empty, so they didn't dare to leave first.

Until the sun was high, Li Kuan came slowly after breakfast.

"His Royal Highness, can we go?"

Cheng Yaojin asked quickly.

Li Kuan got on his horse.

"Let's go."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they were afraid that Li Kuan would say, "The weather is too hot, we will go in the evening."

The horse galloped, and within two quarters of an hour, they arrived at the camp that the scouts had mentioned.

A long distance away, suddenly, a stench mixed with blood came rushing, Murong Yue vomited directly, and when they arrived at the camp, even Cheng Yaojin, who had fought in the battlefield for many years, couldn't help being frightened.

Corpses exuding a stench, scattered all over the place, stretched in a row as far as the eye could see, occasionally dyed the khaki-yellow wind and sandy earth into dark red.

Murong Yue and Wu Jiangxian frowned coldly and turned away.

Cheng Yaojin took a double ax and went to a high place to look far away, and found that wild wolves, grass dogs and other wild animals were eating the corpses.

Then, Cheng Yaojin began to explore on foot.

Fang Yiai, Ziluan, and other accompanying soldiers also followed behind Cheng Yaojin.

The further you go in, the higher the official rank of the corpse, until seeing the corpse of Zhenzhu Yehu, everyone has already walked around.

Indeed, as the scouts said, they were all killed with a sword sealing their throats, and there were no other wounds, let alone any traces of resistance.