When Liu Lan heard Hou Junji's perfunctory answer, she couldn't believe it. This was not the attitude a coach should have.

Although the marching chief was the supreme commander of the army, it was impossible to ignore the lives of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

So he asked again unwillingly: "When is the opportunity to wait? Please make clear the matter with the Grandmaster!"

Looking at Liu Lan who was reluctant, Hou Junji's face darkened and said unhappily: "When the opportunity is a military secret, you just need to follow the orders. Besides, I have already said that if you attack again in three days, do you want to ignore the military order? Isn't it only two days in now?"

These words immediately made Liu Lan so angry that the battlefield changed rapidly, how could it remain unchanged?

But I didn't dare to ask again.

In the army, the military is strict and the subordinates must absolutely obey the superiors.

Even as the deputy chief of the marching commander, Liu Lan dared not question him again.

However, some people with great thoughts have guessed Hou Junji's thoughts, and they can't help but secretly scold Hou Junji for being narrow-minded.

No wonder the attack was only three days later, but now it is clear that it is clear when it is connected.

Obviously, it is really shameful to use the trick of killing people by using a knife to deal with a young backward man like Zhongyi Hou.

The army worshipped the strong, and although everyone was angry at Hou Junji but dared not speak out, they became more and more respectful to Yang Fan.

At such an age, Hou Junji, a famous general, was afraid. Once he survived this crisis, his future path would definitely be a smooth road.

Unfortunately, the generals were not optimistic that Yang Fan could survive this crisis.

After all, even Li Jing could not lead thousands of soldiers to escape the roundup of tens of thousands of Tubo troops on the front battlefield.

Of course, there are also gloating, and Changsun Chong is one of them.

To understand people's thoughts, Changsun Chong inherited at least 70% of Changsun Wuji's skills. Naturally, he could see the purpose of Hou Junji doing this. He was already trying to see the tragic image of Yang Fan's corpse on the spot.

When Changsun Chong thought that Yang Fan's hateful guy was about to be removed, he felt like he had eaten a bag of ice in the hot summer of July, which was extremely comfortable.

As long as Yang Fan can be killed, he will no matter whose knife he uses!

*******

On this side of the battlefield, looking at the Tubo soldiers who were retreating like a tide, Yang Fan immediately rode his sword, and his long sword was slanted to one side, and he did not continue to pursue it.

If you look closely, you will find that although Yang Fan seems relaxed, his hand holding the knife is a little trembling.

The tragic level of the battle can be seen from the countless gaps appearing on the blade.

At this time, the entire surface of the knife on the long knife had been soaked with blood, and the bright red blood kept dripping down...

Think about it, no matter who it is, every time he swung his knife, he tried his best to cut and slash for an hour, and as long as he was a person, he would be unable to hold on.

Yang Fan is also a human being, but not a machine, he will be tired too!

What's more, even killing thousands of pigs requires a lot of effort, not to mention that these Tubo soldiers are all warriors who have experienced many battles.

Of course, the guards who stopped were extremely sore and soft, and their arms were not even strong enough to lift them. If the palms were not stiff, they would not be able to hold the long sword in their hands.

If they hadn't been supported by strong will, they would have fallen off the war horse.

However, they were more excited inside. They defeated tens of thousands of Tubo army with hundreds of light cavalry. Which army in the world can do it?

This is enough to make them proud, enough to make them proud...

And the one who led them to win all this was the Marquis of Zhongyi who was like the God of War in front.

In the past, they had complaints about Yang Fan's cruel training, but now they are full of admiration.

No wonder the general always said that he sweats more often in daily life and bleeds less in wartime, which is indeed a famous saying.

These hundreds of new recruits completely realized their shortcomings in this hand-to-hand combat.

Originally, they thought they were already the strongest soldiers, but there was still a big gap compared to the dozens of personal guards of Zhongyi Hou. This was their goal in the future.

Gu Ju

Su Dingfang also breathed a sigh of relief at this time. As a general who was familiar with military strategy, if he was to lead the troops according to him, he would not dare to lead hundreds of soldiers to sprint against the tens of thousands of troops.

After all, once the enemy is not destroyed, they will definitely be destroyed in the chaos.

But Yang Fan did what his predecessors dared not do, and was even more convinced of Yang Fan, a figure like a god of war, and strengthened his determination to follow.

It was not until all the Tubo soldiers disappeared from their sight that Yang Fan then withdrew his gaze.

Looking at the broken limbs and broken arms on the ground, Yang Fan sighed secretly.

It turns out that one battle made famous all the bones woven!

Although the enemy soldiers died, Yang Fan secretly called luck in his heart.

If the Tubo soldiers could hold on for a few more minutes, even Yang Fan would have to regret it on the spot!

This Gar Qinling Zanzhuo is indeed a good move and actually wants to use the war of attrition to drag himself down.

If the Guards had not been equipped with advanced equipment and the personal guards were beyond his expectations, he might have really become a stepping stone for Gar Qinlingzanzhuo's fame.

The setting sun is like blood, and the dim sunset shines on the battlefield, like a pool of blood.

Yang Fan turned around and led the guards to slowly return. The dull footsteps sounded like the thunder rolling in the sky.

Everyone knows that after this battle, Tubo is like the end of the sunset, and is about to fall asleep between the sky.

*******

The next day, it was not clear, Tubo Zanpugongri Gongzan stood at the head of the city, looking at the neat Tang army array under the city with fear, trembling, and her petite body almost fell from the city.

The court officials were even more depressed. Even Zalfunli, who strongly opposed surrender, lost his confidence.

Since receiving news of Gar Qinling Zanzhuo's defeat yesterday, the entire palace suddenly fell into endless darkness.

Although I know that there is a certain gap with the Tang Dynasty and I know that there is only a glimmer of hope when I raise the flag and surrender, anyone will inevitably have some small expectations in my heart.

Who wants to be the king of a country that is destroyed?

Who wants to be a minister of the country that has been destroyed?

There was still a hint of expectation...

I hope the Tang army is not as powerful as it seems!

I hope that Gar Qinling Zanzhuo will lead the army to give the Tang army a heavy blow...

Perhaps the Tang army could not resist the offensive and retreated...

When the dust settles, the court officials will inevitably have some unrealistic fantasies.

Think about it, when people face desperate situations, they always have a little luck!

However, when the 80,000 army led by Gar Qinling Zanzhuo was defeated, this thought was completely overwhelmed.

You must know that the other party only used a few thousand soldiers!

The entire Tubo was trembling under these mighty troops, as humble as dust!

Now these devil-like soldiers turned their heads to siege Lushecheng, which obviously made the Tubo ministers confused.

Jiumo, Tuhamule, Zarfuli and other ministers immediately requested to report.

"Please open the door quickly and surrender. Don't let the Tang army misunderstand and be killed. Otherwise, we will all become Tubo's sinners!"

These court officials met with Feng to change their minds, but they were really shameless and put all the blame on the seven-year-old Gongri Gongzan.

Faced with the mighty formation of the Tang army, Gongri Gongzan dared not object anymore, so he had to let Jiumo Tuhamule order all Tubo soldiers to put down their weapons...
Chapter completed!