Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?

Early in the morning of the third day.

With the white belly of the fish in the east, the Tang army in the city of Zhou was ready to go.

They had been waiting since the night, waiting for the siege of Fuso's 60,000-strong army.

It is the fourth day since the battle of Baijiang, and in the opinion of the chief general of Fusang, the Tang army in the city must be hungry and unable to maintain more combat strength, that is, in this early morning, they chose to attack the city.

The whining trumpet sounded, and the second large-scale battle between China and Japan began.

Liu Ren got on the horse and looked back, it was Zhao Wujiang with a smile.

Zhao Wujiang bowed.

The gates were wide open.

But what was wide open was not the gate facing Fuso, but the gate in the direction of Goguryeo.

Mighty people and horses kicked up dust.

Two days ago, Goguryeo's broken southwest frontier defense rode through the mighty men and horses, and the fast horses and whips have now arrived in Zhouliucheng in this early morning.

The first person, with silver and black hair, his face seemed to be dyed with wind and frost, and his eyes were full of death, it was Yang Bingen, the observer of Hebei Province.

"Hebei Province observed Shi Yang Bingen, came to the aid of Zhao Wujiang!"

The crowd behind him also shouted.

"Wen'an City, Hebei Province, advocates Yuanlin, come to the aid of Lord Zhao!"

"Wang Chaoyun, the lord of Pingshu City, Hebei Province, came to the aid of Lord Zhao!"

"Fang You, the city lord of Dongcheng in Hebei Province, came to the aid of Lord Zhao!"

「......」

Passing through the city gate, the shouts of people and horses shook the sky, and Yang Bingen personally led the city lords of the sixteen cities and 10,000 soldiers and horses to reinforce Zhao Wujiang. As they shouted, it was not Datang who they rushed to help, but Zhao Wujiang.

There were only 10,000 soldiers and horses, but with it, there was enough grain and grass for the Tang Dynasty to go to Baekje.

Before Zhao Wujiang set out on the expedition, he had anticipated all kinds of situations.

When marching to Hebei Province, even if Liu Renliang did not have the intention of crossing the southwestern frontier of Goguryeo, Zhao Wujiang would send him there, not to mention that Liu Renliang himself had this plan, and he quarreled with Zhao Wujiang, which made the plan better implemented.

With the powerful Tang cavalry, Liu Renliang carved out a passage in the southwestern border defense of Goguryeo.

The function of this passage is to make Hebei Province better to help.

Zhao Wujiang passed on his guess to Yang Bing'en early in the morning, and if there was any problem with the grain and grass, he asked Yang Bing'en to kill Baekje with the prepared grain and grass.

Since the southwestern border defense of Goguryeo had been broken, Yang Bingen went all the way into a no-man's land and transported grain and grass as quickly as possible.

On that day, in the city tower, sixty-year-old Liu Renliang bowed deeply to Zhao Wujiang, and after learning of Zhao Wujiang's plan, he understood Zhao Wujiang's good intentions for a rainy day.

Who raised the grain and grass in Hebei Province? It's Zhao Wujiang!

A steady stream of disaster relief grain and grass has been sent to Hebei Province, and a lot of hoarding in the Shifu has been observed, and now it just comes in handy.

Liu Renliang took the lead in riding the horse, and in the past few days, he has been holding back the fire in his belly, and he has already led the troops out of the city.

When Yang Bingen saw Zhao Wujiang, the two looked at each other, and everything was silent.

"You don't have to come in person." Zhao Wujiang felt the rich death qi on Yang Bingen's body, and this death qi seemed to suddenly appear Not long after, Zhao Wujiang knew that this was from Tianshui's backlash, and Yang Bingen couldn't bear it, so it was like this.

Yang Bingen patted the horse's back, Yuan Yu Yuezhi, and said with a smile:

"Let me protect you for the last time, besides, your brother and I have also held a big bow with both hands, and I was also a good hand in the army at the beginning. Yo, isn't that who?"

He saw Wang Xi standing beside Zhao Wujiang.

"Who dares to slash immediately!"

After Yang Bingen finished the last sentence, he fought his way out of the city amid Wang Xi's puzzled gaze and Zhao Wujiang's gloomy gaze.

Behind him was the city lord of the Sixteen Cities, who was close to him.

...

At the end of the sixth year of Yonghui, the Tang army went south out of Zhouliucheng and killed the 60,000 Fusang army.

The flames of war burned for dozens of miles, and the two armies had been fighting for three days and two nights.

The more the Fusang army fought, the more frightened they became, and it was expected that the lack of food and grass for the Tang army did not occur, and the Tang army that fought with them has been fully supplied.

Zhao Wujiang is also wearing armor, surrounded by piles of corpses, broken war horses, countless arrow feathers, obliquely inserted on the loess, on the corpse.

The dim glow of the red orange fire burned the surroundings black, and the blood dried up on the ground.

The war horses were already difficult to move forward, and the corpses piled up on the plains would stumble their indomitable pace, and everyone dismounted and raised their swords to fight.

The roar mixed with the smoke drifted away, Zhao Wujiang walked all the way, and there were corpses falling all the way, and Wang Xi followed him with a sword.

Wen Yu and Wang Shentong both entered the battlefield, but the power of the grandmaster seemed to be unable to withstand the fierce battle, one person could be worth three thousand armor, but it was difficult to resist the crossbow arrows in the sky, and they also had to guard against the enemy's strong people entering the battlefield to fight.

In three days, Zhao Wujiang had only held the Tang Dao once, and the edges and corners of his face became sharper and sharper, and his beard became deeper.

His eyes were bloodshot, and in this Shura field, he was always tense.

slashed the enemy with one sword, and Zhao Wujiang made up for it with another knife.

This is his habit in the past few days, whenever he kills a person, as long as there are not many enemies around him, he will definitely make up for it.

He was constantly adjusting his breathing, wearing bronze armor and full of exhaustion.

Since going deep into the battlefield, he has never flinched half a step, and the bronze armor has dried up on its surface after being stained with many red blood stains, and he is like an ordinary Tang soldier.

Wang Xi looked at the man in front of him, he had been fighting for three days, and every time he cut down, it seemed to contain monstrous hatred.

The battle was nearing its end, and he was still searching for the enemy.

"Zhao Wujiang, leave it to the others, you have exhausted your strength, and you have taken medicine several times during this period..." Wang Xi couldn't bear it, and slowly spoke.

A knife raised blood, a knife slashed away the roar, Zhao Wujiang slashed an enemy to death with two knives and did not look back, Wang Xi only heard one sentence: "They are Japanese soldiers!"

This is the second time Zhao Wujiang has mentioned this word, and in his hometown, it is all called this way.

Not all the soldiers and horses on the battlefield will not necessarily die, most of them will surrender and flee.

Three days ago, the Tang army received an order, "No surrender is allowed!"

Baekje Black Tooth Tsune's Ghost Room Fushin can surrender, but Fuso's soldiers and horses are not allowed to surrender.

The fighting continued, and smoke continued to rise from the corpses, mixed with a disgusting aura.

Wang Xi didn't understand Zhao Wujiang's reason for doing this, the man in front of him had a different kind of stubbornness at this moment.

In the sea of corpses and blood, there was a general who pretended to be dead, and suddenly attacked, Zhao Wujiang was caught off guard in a tired trance, and the long knife pierced his shoulder blade, and he was clutched by him.

Wang Xi angrily slashed off the enemy general's arm, Zhao Wujiang stepped forward, and the Tang knife pressed on the enemy general's neck, pulling out a gushing river of blood, blood covering his resolute face.

Zhao Wujiang slammed a knife into the chest of the enemy general who was sneaking in, and then kicked him, pulling out the bloody red Tang knife, and the sticky and smelly blood continued to drip down.

As if out of strength, Zhao Wujiang staggered back two steps and was held by Wang Xi.

There was a mist in his eyes, "Leave it to them."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, his black and red face was so stubborn:

"I'm coming!

Do you know? For every more I kill, my ancestors will be able to kill fewer in the future."

Zhao Wujiang wiped away the blood stains on the Tang knife and walked towards the place where there were more corpses.

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