The Human Emperor

The other vultures, however, were in a bad position and quickly turned their heads and fled towards the distant Kung Wang.

Zhang Bird and others saw, another long whistle, and soon summoned his rock eagle back. The phrase "poor Komo chasing” applies not only to the war between the two armies, but also to the war between eagle birds.

“Pass the word and prepare for battle! ”

Wang Chung looked at the vultures fleeing from afar and slowly put away the smile in the corner of his mouth, the divine color became incredibly serious. More than a dozen vultures flocked, just the first wave of reconnaissance, just run them off.

But this is not the most important thing, and it is important that if the vultures detected by Us Tibetans are here, it means that their army is not far away.

“Phew!”

The waves were uneven, the waves rose again, and shortly after the vultures escaped, another tsunami was heard, but this time, it was quite different from the previous ones. Just on the right hand side of Wang Chong's army, a completely different, unexpected direction, several eagles spread their wings and suddenly flew over.

The eagles were not close to each other, and they stopped about seven or eight hundred feet away, circling in the air, seemingly reconnaissance something.

“Interesting! ”

Looking up at the hawks hovering in the air, Wang flashed a hint of unexpected divinity, but quickly laughed.

“Grandpa, do we need to destroy those eagles? ”

A young, tender voice came from the side. Zhang Biao looked up at the eagles circling in the sky, with a strong sense of war and killing aircraft in his eyes. The grandfather's plan must not allow any poor pool, nor must anyone be allowed to scout unbridled.

Whoever those people are, as long as they fly in the sky, if the Hopper gives his order, he will definitely destroy them clean.

The mistake of white male soldiers attacking the city once is enough, Zhang Biao will never allow himself to make the second time.

“No need. ”

Wang Shou faintly waved and rejected Zhang Biao's suggestion:

“Some eagle birds you can remove, but some eagle birds you can't remove. These eagles don't have to worry about it. Let them go. It will have no effect on us. ”

After all, Zhang Biao is a teenager, out of caution, it is normal to want to clear all ears and eyes of the sky, but Wang Pang recognized it at a glance. The gold rings on the right paw of the eagle are the symbols of the Xidu Guard. Obviously, his construction work here not only attracted Us Tibetans, but also attracted the attention of the nearby Xidu Guard.

In the same military system, Wang Chong certainly cannot eliminate his own eagle.

“Li Jiye, you used to be a mistress in the North Court. Do you know any other famous generals besides the Shinto Protectorate? ”

Wang Chung asked. His voice had just fallen, a strong and thick voice, coming from behind:

“It seems that there are also Syrona, He Batano and Tsunanton, where Syrona is stationed in the grassland area between the western Turkic Khan State and the western Turkic Khan State. It is defended by the Western Turkic Khan State's soldiers and horses, whose status and servant Langhe are sitting flat and even higher. In addition, Chenington cooperated with him in the defense. No accident, after the death of Servant Langhe, now he is replaced around the plateau, the western Xidu Guard should be He Batano. ”

Li Jiye was a bad teacher in the North Court. Although he has not yet achieved the rank of warlord, he has also achieved the rank of school captain. He is also the most senior school captain. He is about to promote the kind of captain. As a purely military man, Li Jiye still has some knowledge of some things in the military.

Together with the close proximity of Beiting and Xiangxi, there are often things that need to be coordinated and communicated with each other, so there is also some understanding of the military aspects of Xiangxidu's protectorate. Though not quite as knowledgeable as it sounds, at the basic level, famous generals are known.

“He Batano...”

Wang punched this fluctuation in his mind, revealing the divine colour of memories.

He still had some knowledge of the name, and was relatively more aggressive than the servant Langher, Herbert, and more offensive action against Us Tibet than the servant Langher was when he took power. Unfortunately, however, his shortcomings in this regard are also quite evident.

It is that, once positive action fails to achieve the desired results, or worse, after failure, He Batano becomes unusually conservative and more conservative than any biological conservative martial arts general, and cannot be called “turtle shrink” at all.

The Shixidu guards on the near-Us Tibetan side were able to occasionally launch some proactive operations in the early days, but when He Batano took power, he began to contract the entire line and enter a situation of total passive beatings.

Wang Zhong remembered that he happened to have turned to his file and also made a review of several military predecessors when they assessed themselves:

He Batano is really the kind of positive person, even at his most conservative time, he is actively graded the opportunity for such an attack, but his positive progress must be based on the situation where he needs to have complete certainty in everything he does, in other words, “conservative aggressiveness”.

There is no way to find that chance of victory. So later, He Batano went to the other extreme, became extremely conservative, never risked, and didn't take any risks.

“Turns out it's him! ”

Wang shook his head and smiled. He quickly threw it behind his head.

“Ready, all beehives, crossbows, horses, check them all again...”

Wang punched a pony belly and quickly walked forward.

And in the sky, an eagle circled a few times in the sky, and quickly flew in the direction it was coming.

“What! The people of Wounded City are building on the plateau? ”

A moment later, in the battalion on the eastern front of the Xidu Guard, a man with rough skin like gravel, but a very resolute martial artist stood up from his seat and looked stunned.

“Yes, my lord. They prepared a large amount of steel, recruited at least 5,000 craftsmen, and six or seven thousand others! There should now be more than 10,000 people in total. ”

The scout fell on his knees on the ground.

“ ”

He Batano stared wide-eyed and couldn't speak. What a surprise, the young man who was wounded, he knew more or less about it. He just built a steel city in Uhura, so what are you doing on the plateau? Didn't he know it was the territory of the Shinto Guard?

More than 10,000 people. What exactly does he want to do?

“My lord, by the time we arrived, we had found the vultures of the Us Tibetans flying back. It is expected that the Us Tibetans will send troops soon after they know their movements. Do we need to send troops to help? ”

He fell on his knees on the ground.

Guard Yingxi and protect all Datang people and business brigades passing through here, which is a duty understood by all of Yingxidu's guards. The army of Us Tibetans cannot withstand the wounding of more than 10,000 people alone and more than 5,000 craftsmen.

“No!”

He Batano refused if he wanted or didn't want to. The 10,000 people who were wounded by the army were obviously important, but the safety of the Xidu Guard was even more important. He could not risk the lives of tens of thousands of generals. But soon, He Batano hesitated again:

“No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. In addition, I need to be informed of any wind and grass blowing at any time by sending out scouts and eagle birds to keep an eye on the movement. The wounded city owner is the youth of Datang. The Holy Emperor himself gave the words to the heavenly son. If something happens, none of us can afford it! ”

“Yes!”

Reject the Horseman's orders and leave in a hurry. For a moment, wow, a pigeon flew quickly and rushed towards the nearby guardian of Xidu.

……

“This vertical, what does he want to do! ”

In the capital, Fumon Lingcha was drinking tea in his seat, and was told that he stood up from his seat in shock. From Wang Chong's entry into the wounds to now, this is arguably the most unexpected news he has received. Fumon Lingchawan didn't think that the first thing Wang Chung did to stabilize the roots of the wounds was to run to Us Tibetan Plateau.

“My Lord, it doesn't make any sense! What the hell does this royal boy want to do when he gets wounded? Does he want to fight the Us Tibetans? But with his 10,000 men and 5,000 craftsmen who don't know martial arts, isn't that ridiculous? ”

A voice of doubt came from the narrative. It was not only Fmonlitscha who was bewildered by the incident, but also the western generals who were protecting him.

“But if it wasn't for Us Tibetans, what would he do on the plateau? Will he not be aware of the risks? ”

Another Kuanxi ministry will be on the road.

For a moment, there was silence in the hall. Wang Chong participated in the Battle of the Southwest, and the day after tomorrow, he brought so many men to the plateau, not to deal with Us Tibetans, nobody believed. But if he was fighting the Us Tibetans, no one would believe it.

The plateau is bitter, extremely high altitude, and the air is thin. Every once in a while, even Hu Meng Lingcha, their army retreats inland and keeps changing its guard, let alone the Han people. Besides, Us Tibetans can't beat it and run away. It's their territory. Who knows it better than them?

If Us Tibetans avoid war, whatever Wang Zhang wants to do, it becomes meaningless. Not to mention, the plateau is already suitable for Us Tibetans to fight in the field. Wang Zheng's 10,000 people will probably end up with all the scum left to be eaten.

So the question is, what exactly did Wang Chong do to mobilize such a crowd?

Is he really confused?

For a while, Yu is an experienced elder general in the palace, a war march in Jomá, knowledgeable and confused.

“Hey, I was wondering what to do with that kid. I didn't expect him to run against Us Tibetans, he asked for it. Even if the court pursues it down, we can leave it clean. ”

Finally, Humong Lingcha broke the tranquillity, narrowing his eyes and revealing the cold light in his eyes:

“Pass on the order and tell Ho Batano to hold his troops still. Without my order, he is strictly prohibited from rescuing. Also, if the Royal Kid dies in battle, notify me immediately. We're not gonna help him, but we're gonna get the body back. Don't let the old royal history in court get me in trouble again. ”

“Yes!”

The voice dropped and the warrior's servant quickly left.

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