Ten years of conquest, the north and the south, the large and small wars, whether it is the destruction of the country and the slaughter of the army, or the siege of the city, the Tang army is well versed in various tactics, and because of the existence of the military academy and the staff office, the Tang army's post-war summary work is extraordinarily in-depth and thorough, and the length of a general in a war can often become the length of the generals of the whole army, so the sharpness of the Tang army is incomparable, not only in the prosperity of the first soldiers, but also in the perfection of the wisdom system and the development of military civilization. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

After the war, the Tang army naturally did not have a reason not to be proficient in the method of pursuit. In fact, to this day, the Tang Army's attainments in various tactics are not comparable to other countries, not to mention that the commander who presided over the Battle of Ganzhou was Meng Ping.

There was a saying in the army very early on that Li Yanchao won the third and Li Shaocheng won the fifth, but Meng Ping was well versed in the essentials and won seven or eight out of ten, which can be called the inheritor of the mantle.

——It is extremely rare to be able to get seven or eight out of ten, and the stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade, and the key point is to integrate it yourself, and form your own unique style according to your own strengths and characteristics. In the early years, Li Congjing followed Li Cunqing to fight in all directions, and was the opponent's personal guard for two years.

All in all, the Tang army's pursuit of the remnants of the Ganzhou army was day and night, without a moment, and there was no chance for Luo Ge Diyin to breathe at all, and he followed him all the way to Suzhou. For these Uighur warriors, to say that their hearts were full of grievances would seem too understated, and the helplessness of fate and personal insignificance were generally the same, and most of the ordinary soldiers on the battlefield had already set foot on the Yellow Spring with their own stories without even figuring out the battle situation, and what was waiting for them was just a bowl of Meng Po soup that had forgotten the past.

Yao Luo Ge Di Yin did not die in the chaos of the army, it is really fateful.

In this sense, Wu Sheng is also very fatal.

Caught in the torrent of the defeated army, when he fled to Suzhou, he saw the Tang army chasing not far away many times, and said to the Uighur warriors that they were slashing and killing indiscriminately, and Wu Sheng felt that his life was at stake more than once. In the midst of the chaotic battle, the Tang soldiers did not have the leisure to listen to the Uighur warriors, and seeing the Uighur warriors who were full of Chinese words fell one after another in a pool of blood under the horizontal swords of the Tang army, Wu Sheng clearly understood his identity.

Now he is a Uighur warrior. Because he wore Uighur clothes, he was in the company of the Uighurs, and he was in the Uighur army. Although he did not have the facial features of the Uighurs, although he spoke Han - so what, in the land west of the river, there was no shortage of Han people, there was no lack of mixed blood, but at the moment they belonged to the Hexi army, and they were the enemies of the Tang army.

At the time of the war, the Tang army would not have the leisure to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality - that was after the war, after victory, and only the victors would do. And unlike the battle of the Central Plains, now the Tang army is facing a foreign race, and now, according to Meng Ping's military order: the forward does not accept surrender.

The best enemy is the dead enemy.

Only by killing the enemy can there be military merit.

Wu Sheng had to face his compatriots raising their swords again and again, and fleeing in a hurry with the Uighur warriors around him, which made his heart cold and made him feel that life was too absurd.

In this case, Wu Sheng and others could not even choose the way to return to the tribe, so they could only be forced to flee to Suzhou.

Fortunately, he finally arrived in Suzhou alive.

However, Wu Sheng's situation not only did not improve, but became more critical because of it.

On the way to escape, Yao Luo Ge Di Yin was in the rear of the team, in order to get rid of the Tang army, he did not hesitate to choose to rush forward, relying on the sharpness of his own soldiers, the quality of the war horses, ruthlessly killed the Uighur warriors who blocked the way, and rushed to the forefront of the rout, so that those Uighur warriors who were left behind by him became his barrier to block the Tang army, and Wu Sheng's group unfortunately fell behind Yao Luo Ge Di Yin—he himself was almost hacked to death by Yao Luo Ge Di Yin's own soldiers.

Naturally, Wu Sheng and the other Uighur warriors were indignant and scolded, but they were helpless. This is war. For those who are in war, the biggest subject of war is not to win, but to survive. Winning is the pursuit of life and life. Why should we always emphasize that honor is more important than life in army building? It is to make you willing to die, and to regard victory as more important than life - if you get three points of soldiers, the army will naturally be extraordinary.

When Wu Sheng and the others fled outside the city of Suzhou, Yao Luo Ge Di Yin had already entered the city, and at this time, the city gate was closed, and no matter how noisy and pleading they were, the city refused to open the door to greet them, because the Tang army had already followed.

In order to prevent the Tang army from entering the city, Suzhou had to close the city gates, and Yao Luo Ge Di Yin had to keep his people out of the city walls.

In the face of Bai Xuan's military exploits, the Tang army naturally had no reason not to want to, and after chasing and killing, they wantonly harvested the panicked Uighur routs everywhere outside the city.

The cry shook the sky and was terrible.

The Uighur warriors scattered outside the city had to crowd outside the city walls and desperately close to the walls in order to gain protection from the archers at the city.

Naturally, the archers on the head of the city did not have a reason not to cover, and the Tang army was not greedy, so they just went around slashing and killing those Uighur soldiers who were far away from the city wall, and they were not close to the city wall a stone's throw away.

The instinct to survive was always extremely strong, and after the Tang army had achieved hundreds of victories, the remaining thousands of Uighur warriors gathered around the city walls.

At this time, the Uighur warriors on and outside the city saw clearly that the Tang army chasing after them could not ride more than 1,000 people.

The garrison in Suzhou City, to say the least, numbered thousands, and the defeated soldiers outside the city far exceeded the Tang Army.

It was almost dusk, the sky was gloomy, and the corpses were everywhere outside the city, and the Uighur warriors crowded outside the city walls looked at the elite cavalry of the Tang army roaming around in front of the city, and found that the other party had no intention of retreating.

The more than 1,000 Tang troops were in a good posture, and they regarded the Xiongcheng in front of them as if they were ten times the enemy army, because those wandering cavalry were still mending the Uighur warriors who were dying.

But if there is a little fighting spirit, ten times the Uighur horse army, rushing to kill the past, more than 1,000 Tang army elite cavalry is not to retreat? But if there is a little fighting spirit, how can Yao Luo Ge Di Yin tolerate more than a thousand Tang troops strolling outside the city and showing off their might?

As the sun fell, the gates of Suzhou were still closed, and there was no idea of a battle between the garrisons in the city and the soldiers outside the city.

Wu Sheng, with his hair scattered, sat on the cold city wall, his desolate eyes looking at the sky gradually falling into darkness, his dry lips slightly opened and closed, and he never said a word after all. Fleeing all the way, physically and mentally exhausted, there is no water and no food at the moment, the leg injury has recurred, and the pain is so painful that he can't move.

Through the heads of countless seated Uighur warriors, Wu Sheng's gaze finally fell on the elite cavalry of the Tang army not far away. In the twilight, the opponent's army is strictly organized, and more than 1,000 horsemen have the momentum of Mount Tai to the top, and the world is mighty, and there is no one who is better than the Tang Dynasty.

The corners of Wu Sheng's mouth moved, and he pulled out a faint smile, which was an arc of honor.

As a Tang soldier and Tang soldier, seeing the mighty army, he should have great pride and feel supreme glory.

A few months ago, it was a comrade who fought alongside Wu Sheng.

However, at the moment, it was the "enemy" who wanted to take off Wu Shengxiang's head.

Wu Sheng's fingers moved, he almost couldn't help but stand up, dragged the wounded leg left by the bloody battle with the Uighurs, strode in front of this elite horseman, crossed the side of the throat, used all his strength and all the pride in his life, and yelled "Wang Shi is mighty, Tang Wannian", and then killed himself in front of the army.

It ended like this, and it was also fierce and intense.

But Wu Sheng didn't move in the end.

In life, there is always more stealing life, and less intense ambition. In life, most of them are content with what is in front of them and steal their lives, and they are afraid to touch the fierce ambition of imagination.

The night swallowed the heavens and the earth, and it was pitch black outside the city walls, and thousands of defeated soldiers were silent in the darkness, humble as maggots in damp places. The city is brightly lit, but it doesn't seem to shine beyond its dimensions.

At some point, a cry rang out out out of nowhere.

In addition to the crying, there was scolding and scolding. From time to time, there was the sound of fighting. Occasionally, a warrior stood up and begged the city to open the door.

Not far away, the elite cavalry of the Tang army had dismounted, resting and eating next to the war horse, but the military formation was still neat, and they could get on their horses and fight at any time.

Of course, the gates of the city will not be opened, and they will not dare to open them. It was as if the elite cavalry of the Tang army under more than 1,000 torches outside the city could enter the city with their own strength, and in the midst of ten times the Uighur soldiers and the people of the city, Suzhou was turned upside down.

"Wu Lang, I'll leave tonight." The old chief walked over from the seated crowd, and he had just gone to contact the warriors of his tribe.

"Where to go?" Wu Sheng's voice was soft and weak, like a dying man.

"It's okay to go anywhere, and you can only wait for death to stay here. When the Tang army came to kill in a big way, it was bound to attack the city, and we gathered here, bearing the brunt of it, and the city gate was not opened, so we could only end up with everyone dying. The old chief said wistfully.

"Perhaps, before the battle, the king will try to recruit us outside the city walls." Wu Sheng said so in his heart, but this is just a possibility, with the Tang army storming the land of Hexi, using the heads of all ethnic groups to deter Hexi, and using the chaos of the Hexi tribes after the final battle, this possibility is really very small, so Wu Sheng can only nod silently.

"I'm waiting for less than sixty people." The old chief sighed heavily, and his brows were locked into a ball showing the color of old age, "If you don't leave at this time, you will be extinct...... Sixty people are too few, even horse thieves are difficult to deal with, and this time they will enter the border of Guazhou when they go west, and life and death are unpredictable...... We have to gather some more people. ”

Wu Sheng suddenly remembered the dilapidated little tent, as well as the tattered and emaciated girl in the small tent who had just lived a full life, and couldn't help but ask, "What about the people who stay in the tribe?" ”

"I can't take care of it." The old chief was silent for a long time before he said such a word, and then he bowed his head and remained silent.