It's night.

Silently raising his sword all the way to kill the enemy, Zhao Wujiang harvested one life after another in this Shura field.

Wang Xi protected her, but she never understood what Zhao Wujiang's last words meant.

The ancestors of the future? This sentence made her feel extremely contradictory, but for some reason, she could feel the sadness in Zhao Wujiang's heart when he said this.

Tens of thousands of corpses were ambushed, flesh and blood were piled up on the battlefield, and the gurgling blood began to become viscous and black.

At dawn on the second day, the battle came to an end, and all 60,000 horses and horses of Fuso were killed, and even those who fled were chased and shot by boats.

This is Datang's declaration, and the power of Datang will be punished.

This is what Zhao Wujiang said before proving that the Japanese army was not allowed to surrender, so it was only destroyed.

The war is chaotic, and the personnel are easily divided.

The dawn of the new dawn, more than two months of fighting, even the young man's appearance of Wen Yu, seems to be a lot more mature, and the whole person looks more resolute.

Only Zhao Wujiang, the wind and frost of the battlefield did not seem to invade his body and face, but only remained in his eyes.

More than 30,000 casualties were killed and wounded in this battle, the observation history of Hebei Province and the city lord of the sixteen cities, only the city lord of the seven cities survived, Yang Bingen died in battle, and when he died, he looked at the west from afar, as if he was looking at another battlefield in the west.

There, too, an old man fell.

Liu Renliang had his arm cut off, but his life was in danger and he was saved by Zhao Wujiang.

Inside the military tent.

Liu Renliang's face was pale, even though he was seriously injured in the battlefield and his left arm was broken, his old beard was still so arrogant.

"Lord Zhao, I heard that you went deep into the battlefield to kill the enemy, and there is a strong person like Miss Wang by your side?" He strokes his beard with his left hand, which always feels a little weird, and he always caresses his beard with his right hand on weekdays.

Zhao Wujiang laughed dumbly, and Wang Xi snorted beside him.

"Look at the old man, at that time, those Fusang thieves besieged the old man, and the old man was not afraid at all, even if he was cut off an arm, I didn't frown!" When Liu Renliang mentioned the broken arm, he didn't feel sad or sorry at all, but felt that he had killed all the thieves at that time, and he was very happy.

"I don't know who was holding the broken arm at the time, wailing that Lord Zhao came to save me?" Wang Xi made up for it.

Liu Renliang's old face flushed, "Pain, what's wrong with calling it out?" It's called being straightforward, and the husband never beats around the bush!"

Zhao Wujiang nodded, smiling in approval.

Liu Renliang coughed dryly:

"However, Lord Zhao did have the foresight, if we had started by storming together by water, or by land, I am afraid that the price of this battle would have been even greater.

If you go by water, you will be trapped by grain and grass, and if you go by land, when you reach Sihyeonseong, you will be really ready to come to Fusang and Baekje, and it will be even more difficult to fight at that time.

Lord Zhao's foolproof strategy, the old man still approves of it."

Suddenly, Liu Renliang's words changed:

"But, I have to say, the old man is really powerful! Directly through the southwestern border of Goguryeo, they didn't dare to let go of a fart."

Zhao Wujiang smiled and kept wiping the Tang knife in his hand.

Although Liu Renliang is a little arrogant, he is indeed a good hand at fighting.

"It's just a pity that the King of Baekje escaped." Liu Renliang looked regretful.

"Don't worry, the road you opened up is not just for food and grass, the king of Baekje is just throwing himself into a net." Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice:

"When Yang Bing'en came, he was already fortified at the border."

Liu Renliang scratched his head, how could everything be in Zhao Wujiang's calculations, and then he sighed: "It's just Lord Yang, he ......."

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have come back to fight in ancient times?" Zhao Wujiang smiled and shook his head.

Liu Renliang was stunned for a moment, and sighed in his heart, the battlefield regret expressed by the literati is different, he wanted to hold his fist, and sighed with only one arm, he praised from the bottom of his heart:

"Su asked Zhao Daren to be brilliant, if this is the case, even the old man has to sigh, Lord Zhao is unparalleled in the world.

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Come to fight a few people back, how many relatives and friends have left in this war."

"In Brother Yang's last days, he shouldn't have any regrets about dying for him..." Zhao Wujiang inserted the Tang knife into the scabbard, and then got up:

"Okay, Lord Liu, you can rest in the tent for the time being, and you will go home in a few days..."

...

There are soldiers who sweep the battlefield and look for weapons that are still available.

The water of the Baijiang River is clear, and in just a few days, the red water has receded.

And on the battlefield at Zhao Wujiang's feet, the blood stains on the corpses and the pools of blood under them have also dried up rapidly in the past few days, and even the corpses have shown signs of drying.

It is not rotting, but it is about to dry up.

The gray and red sky, the rolling scarlet wind and the constant mooring of the black crows.

Zhao Wujiang slowly caressed the blood-stained earth, and the blood stains had weathered into sand.

"How so?"

Yang Bingen died in battle, and he kept Yang Bingen's body and prepared to bring it back to the Tang Dynasty.

But he didn't find such a phenomenon on Yang Bingen's corpse, only a few corpse spots that were not obvious.

Zhao Wujiang lifted the dirt with his knife, and the blood trail extended down only a finger wide, and below it was only a black and yellow dry cracked clod.

"There's something weird about this." His voice was low, he had seen this kind of black, yellow, and cracked clods of soil, and he had seen it in the drought-stricken Hebei Province.

"Could it be because of the burning of the war?" Wang Xi looked at the corpses around him, the broken flags on the side were still burning, and the cloth on the armor was still emitting black smoke.

"Maybe it's freezing and it's causing this." Zhao Wujiang got up slowly, it was already winter.

"Let's go. We'll be home in a few days..."

...

The end of the sixth year of Yonghui.

The Eastern Expeditionary Army led by Zhao Wujiang took Baekje in just over two months, and even attacked nearly 70,000 troops in Fuso, killing them all in the eastern battlefield, causing the government and the opposition to shake.

The battle of Fuso overturned nearly half of the country's troops, and the scorching sun that was trying to rise in the east of the sea was beaten into a red sun that fell on the blood of the sea.

In the midst of the heavy snowfall, Zhao Wujiang and others have traveled to Hebei Road, and the six years of Yonghui, which has been in the wind of Zhenguan, have entered the final chapter.

Li Zhi fell ill, the Empress Wu hung the curtain, the Tang Dynasty ushered in the real emperor and queen of the same dynasty, and the court officials changed.

After the eldest grandson Wuji learned that Zhao Wujiang's Eastern Expedition had achieved the results of the Mo War, the horror in his heart gradually turned into horror, and he was depressed in his heart, trying to vent in the court.

He tried to suppress Wu Meiniang like he suppressed Li Zhi, but Wu Meiniang had the authority to directly remove him from the position of prime minister under the Tongzhong Shumen, leaving only the power of Taiwei.

Although his false name has been removed, the real power is still there.

The eldest grandson Wuji also clashed with Wu Meiniang, but there was Xu Jingzong and his group eyeing them, they were waiting, waiting for Zhao Wujiang to triumph and return to Chang'an, at that time, it was the time when the eldest grandson Wuji fell from the clouds.

The stories and people of the old will be covered by new chapters, like a vast snow falling on the earth.

Zhao Wujiang returned to Chang'an in a fit of rage, just as he did when he went.

Beside him, Wang Xi was dressed in white and Shengxue, the coldness between his eyebrows faded, and he looked at Zhao Wujiang's cheeks with a smile.

"Drive!"

Zhao Wujiang rode his horse through the city gate, crossed Yonghui, and the year name was celebrated.

The return of the boy highlights the celebration of the Tang Dynasty.