This withdrawal made Li Lost regret it very much, especially that night, after the 150,000 Western Regions Army arrived at the front line to lay a tight defense, Li Lost killed one of his most beloved concubines with his own hands. Vertices are updated the fastest

If you knew that the support of the Tang Dynasty had not arrived, you should be ruthless at noon, and then 50,000 cavalry would be charged, and you would not believe that the new 5,000 people would be able to withstand it.

But it's too late to say anything now, the combat power of the 150,000 Western Regions Legion is not comparable to that of 50,000 Zuo Xiaowei, if you add the gap in equipment, not to mention that he only loses 500,000 people, even if it is two percent more, it is estimated that there is nothing to be done.

However, although he regretted the loss, the young man who disrupted all his layouts at noon was not having a good time at the moment.

After the Western Regions Legion settled down, he was first busy helping Zuo Xiaowei's wounded, and after Lao Duan inspected the wounded, the first thing he did was to whip his son with a whip.

"Father, father is angry, the child will never dare to ...... again" Duan Zan was scurrying around in a tent smoked by his own Lao Tzu, but he still couldn't escape his father's 'poisonous hand'.

"Bastard boy, you kid is capable, right, five thousand people dare to rush up in that situation, you want Lao Tzu to be the last, right? You rebel, you don't know military orders, do you? I don't know how to respond when I encounter an enemy, right? If, because of your mistake, the Western Turks discovered the marching brigade behind them, could you afford this responsibility? ”

In order to save himself, his son went crazy to attack the military formation of the Western Turks, which Lao Duan was actually very conflicted about, but his first thought was Duan Zhan's safety.

He himself is dozens of years old, and he has fought all his life, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he kills people like hemp, and now he deserves to die on the battlefield.

But the son is still young, and the future of the Duan family is still on him, if this kid has some three long and two sections, even if Lao Duan is rescued, what can he do?

So although Lao Duan was moved in his heart, he still decided to educate this kid well.

Cheng Fairy and a group of other old guys were talking at this time, watching Lao Duan go crazy by the way, and from time to time they helped kick Xiao Duan, who ran to the periphery, back to the middle of the tent, so that he could have a good time.

Finally, Lao Duan was tired, threw away the whip in his hand, and looked at Duan Zhan who was hiding to the side: "Get out, you are not allowed to eat tonight, and you should reflect on Lao Tzu." ”

"Yes, Father!" Xiao Duan shrunk his neck and fled like a rabbit, and there was a group of old people laughing behind him, and of course, the ridicule of a group of gloating fox friends outside.

"How is it, Old Duan, I'm not bad about this Western Regions Legion, right? Five thousand against fifty thousand, without the slightest fall. Cheng Biting Jin grinned and gnawed on the roast leg of lamb and said as if showing off.

"Don't come to this set, that's your Western Regions Legion? You're an improvised conductor at best. While Li Daozong sneered.

"What happened to the interim command? An ad hoc command is not a command? Besides, that kid is my Lao Cheng's son-in-law, and his is naturally my Lao Cheng's, if you don't believe it, write to ask him to see if he dares to talk back. Cheng bit Jin and retorted with a stiff neck.

This old man was born with this virtue, and the people around him didn't say much after hearing it, but this old man refused to give up, shaking his head full of black hair and continued: "Do you know why that kid's army is so capable of fighting? ”

"It's not about being well equipped." Next to him, Wei Chigong said with some disdain: "Look at the equipment when you came, that is not the top equipment in Datang now?" If Lao Tzu has such equipment, Lao Tzu's right guard can also fight. ”

"Cut, can you fight the same?" Cheng Biting Jin pouted: "With the same equipment, let half of your people, Lao Tzu's Western Regions Army, overthrow you in the same way." ”

"What do you say? But look down on Lao Tzu? ”

"Lao Tzu looks down on those who don't measure themselves, and they don't even know where others are strong, and they are bragging about it?"

Without saying a word, the two old guys, Cheng Biting Jin and Wei Chigong, instantly turned into two bullfighting bulls, staring at each other with red eyes.

"Okay, okay, you two are more than 100 years old together, so many juniors are outside, it's not a shame to quarrel like this." Li Daozong, Duan Zhixuan and others saw that the two seemed to be about to fight, and hurriedly persuaded them.

"Okay, just tell me where that kid's Western Regions Army is strong, if it makes sense, Lao Tzu admits it, otherwise this battle is over, and Lao Tzu will have to fight with you." Under the persuasion of everyone, the old lieutenant sat back on his letter, glared at Cheng Yanjin and said.

"I'm afraid you won't make it." Cheng Laoxiang also glared back at Wei Chigong, and then said in a show-off tone: "The reason why the Western Regions Legion is strong is because they are professional soldiers, and the Sixteen Guards are at most militiamen. ”

"What? Militiaman? Professional? A group of old fellows looked at each other, a little confused.

"This is the kid's exact words, which means that our sixteen guards don't have much time to train every day, and they have to go home to farm every time they are busy farming, which makes them unprofessional."

"The Western Regions Legion is different, these people are all professional soldiers, in addition to training every day, they often have to train hundreds or thousands of times for one action, which is a condition that the Sixteen Guards do not have."

"Think about it, the Western Regions Legion has to practice physical fitness, martial arts, and equipment every day for 365 days a year. And what about us? Half of the year the soldiers spend their time farming at home, and the other half of the time they come back to practice simple offense and defense. In comparison, even if we have the same training as them, it is half the total training. ”

"The other is the equipment that the black face said, the Western Regions Legion is familiar with those equipment almost every day, how to operate, and how to transport. But what about us? Do we have that time? What if you give us the equipment? It's not that you can't use it? ”

"People can use a crossbow to make flowers, it depends on a long period of training, we don't have that long to train, so we can only operate it in the most superficial way."

"In such comparisons, the Western Regions Legion is naturally a professional soldier, and their daily task is to think about how to kill the enemy and complete the training. But our sixteen guards have to think about how to farm, how the harvest is at home, even if it is training, it is half training and half leisure, so how can it be compared? ”

Cheng Yanjin's tone was full of smugness at the beginning, but he was also a little discouraged when he said it later.

After all, no matter how powerful the Western Regions Legion and the Liaodong Legion are, no matter how awesome they are, they were brought out by Li Chengqian, and these old guys are at most temporarily commanded, and in the end, those sixteen guards who are half off belong to them.