Chapter 300 The last moment (end)

Amid Tang Cheng's full of expectations and even curses, the bright white sun above his head finally fell from the horizon at the end of the grassland. The shouts of killing that lasted for a whole day finally ended. The lights on the lamp trees swayed slightly in the tent towards the night breeze that had penetrated through some gaps, dragging out shadows of light and darkness.

Sitting under the lamp tree were two people who were extremely exhausted.

After a long silent silence, Pingcuoda licked his lips, which were still cracked no matter how much water he drank, and asked, "Sir, where have the reinforcements of the Shangguo Kingdom gone?" His voice was dry, and during this period, his hair suddenly turned white and was noticeable under the light and dark lights. In addition, his body also emitted a bloody smell of sweat accumulated because he had not been bathed for a long time.

In just over ten days, Pingcuoda was aging at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye every day. She was clearly a man in his fifties. Now he looked like a 70-year-old man with gray hair. The fatigue that he had no need to hide in front of Tang Cheng was like the oil lamp on the top of the lamp tree. Perhaps the oil was gone in the next moment. "There are feather books to convey emergency military information in the upper country, but the number of horses is changed, and the military books can be run for 500 miles in one day and night. The army that supported Rao Le in the upper country can also be transferred from the border troops of Youzhou as soon as possible. It is time to calculate the time. Lord Sima will urge you again, the men can't hold on." At the end of the speech, Pingcuoda's voice was almost choked.

It has been the sixteenth day since the two armies officially joined forces. The plan of the coalition forces has been seen from the first fight. The Khitan offensive, which was afraid that Ye Changmengduo, was far beyond Tang Cheng and even Pingcuoda's expectations, and this crazy offensive has never weakened since the first day.

Especially in the past three days, as time goes by, the Khitans, who have already begun to go crazy, have no casualties in the battle, just to end the war as soon as possible.

The war lasted for sixteen days, and the shouts of killing lasted for sixteen days, from morning to night, and it continued from morning to night, so that Tang Cheng had now formed an inertia. When the sun was still in the sky, it would be difficult for him to concentrate even if he didn't hear the shouts of killing and even thought about things.

In the past sixteen days, he could not remember how many times he had seen bleeding. The grasslands that the two armies had fought the most were already stained with blood. Because there was too much blood flow and the grassland could not absorb it, it silted on it and slurped into a wet and slippery bloody ground. As soon as he stepped down, half of the Jimo boot was immediately red.

Similarly, Tang Cheng could not remember how many times he had seen the dead after the sixteen days. As long as it was still bright, such a scene happened every moment, so that when he saw the dead again, he was almost numb to the point of indifference.

After sixteen days of purgatory like a 16 days, Tang Cheng was not much better than Pingcuoda. His messy hair, black eyes, high raised bags of eyes, endless tiredness that had solidified between his eyebrows and eyes, and his wrinkled official clothes, also exuded the same stench as Pingcuoda, which made him unable to smell the strange smell on the other person's body when he sat opposite him.

Tang Cheng did not directly answer Pingcuoda's question. After being silent for a while, he asked in a hoarse voice: "How long can my department last?"

"Two days, at most two days. If the reinforcements have not arrived in the country in two days, then it will not be used." After saying this, Pingcuoda stood up, "I still have to see the men and say goodbye!"

There was no need to hide anything in this tent with only two people, so Pingcuoda, who was walking outward, completely collapsed. Looking at his back, Tang Cheng subconsciously emerged from his mind.

"Don't worry, Tang reinforcements will definitely arrive within two days." Pingcuoda, who was the general who walked to the door of the tent, neither turned around nor spoke when he heard this. He just straightened his waist a little bit, then he paused and lifted the curtain and left the tent.

Tang Cheng was filled with respect for this old man who had always only reported bad news but not good news. He knew that Pingcuoda had done his best and the coalition had done his best. If it weren't for the three nobles and Longmen Xi, there was no way out to retreat, if it weren't for the coalition soldiers living behind them, their parents, wives and children, they could not retreat. If Rao Leren did have the tough blood of a wild wolf in his bones, if it weren't for the outstanding generals of Pingcuoda and Tuduozhen, this battle with few against the masses would not have been persisted in today.

The three remnants of the tribes have even been recruited again, and their potential has reached the point where they cannot be squeezed out. Even if they can escape by chance from the Khitan dog paws this time, Rao Le's fifth tribe has fundamentally damaged their vitality and will not recover without a decade or twenty years.

"Two days!" The two words left by Pingcuoda were like two mountains pressing against Tang Cheng's heart, which made him unable to stand up even if he wanted to stand up.

Even though Tang Cheng's tough personality is now on the verge of collapse, the resentment that he had no way to vent, as he was like a mountain collapse and tsunami, was emerging.

Rao Leren has tried his best, and I have done my best. I love the Tang Dynasty, why doesn’t the Tang Dynasty love me?

The documents attached to the request signed by the four tribes of Tuduo, Zhisuo, Dumo, and Pingcuo were sent to the Youzhou Grand Governor's Office and the capital Chang'an in duplicate. With this document, it was legitimate to send troops to Rao Le.

He went into Raole alone, and tried his best to force the four ministries to apply for an envoy, creating a grand and upright situation for the court to send troops to Raole, which could make the Tang Dynasty get thousands of miles of mountains and rivers at its fingertips; in order to prevent the Khitans from taking action to protect the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, he even more powerfully kneaded tens of thousands of Xi soldiers' bloody battles for 16 days. For this reason, he did not hesitate to leave his wife and son, and passed by his family twice without entering; he did not hesitate to commit to nightmares of corpses and blood every night, and did not hesitate to waste his efforts and grow white hair at the age of twenty. The sky can be seen, and the sun and the moon can prove it. Tang Cheng's blood honesty towards the Tang Dynasty has dried up and sprinkled all...

Why, why haven’t we sent troops??? The Youzhou Grand Governor’s Office clearly has 120,000 border troops, and it is clear that as long as we send tens of thousands of troops, we can collect Raole, spread the border for thousands of miles, pushing the Tang Dynasty’s border from the Great Wall to the Khitan border, changing the dilemma of passive defense to great potential offensive defense, and completely breaking the backbone of the Khitans’ attempt to rise... These are the benefits of these related to the 100-year plan of the Tang Dynasty. You guys who are so stupid that they can’t see at all? Why don’t they send troops!!!

The Tang Dynasty is the Tang Dynasty for all the people of the world, and the Tang Dynasty is also the Tang Dynasty for him. No one has the right to destroy it. You are so cold that I will take your life to fill it. Wait, and I will wait, sooner or later, sooner or later, sooner or later...

After the pain and resentment that was surging like the Yellow River, Tang Cheng felt endless hatred in his heart. The stronger the ideals that were born in Yangzhou before, the deeper the hatred now. He could endure any suffering for the pursuit and realization of his ideals, but he would never allow anyone to ruin the efforts he had made for his ideals for any reason, and ruin the glorious Tang Dynasty accumulated by countless people with their blood and tears over the past century.

For this reason, he will be willing to use his life as his bet, the sky can be used to witness it, and the sun and the moon are used as evidence. All those who have failed this matter will definitely pay the price of blood and life.

I don't know how long after sitting silently in the tent, Tang Chengcai asked Zheng San, who was also exhausted, to give some instructions. Then Zheng San disappeared southwards into the vast night.

The fighting sounds of the next day still began in the early morning and ended at sunset. However, compared with the sixteen days before, more blood was shed and more people died. The three generals dripping blood were becoming more silent when facing Tang Chengshi, and the changes in their eyes were even more obvious.

On the 18th day, the last morning of what Pingcuoda said, the Khitan and Shali coalition, who were also exhausted, seemed to feel the call of victory, and the attack became more and more fierce. It was noon. The last line of defense, which had been compressed to the extreme, was frequently in a hurry, and the entire line collapsed in only a moment.

Tang Cheng, whose body was covered with blood, stopped what he had done and walked towards the felt truck. Then, he boarded the shaft of the felt truck, but instead looked north, he turned south.

Toward south, just toward south.

Not far from the felt truck, several middle-level generals who had just retreated and were covered in blood and were covered in blood, did not look at the crumbling defense line. Their eyes only had the felt truck and the same exhausted figure on the felt truck.

The eyes of these people were filled with bloodthirsty despair and madness. It was him, the Tang Dynasty Sima, who said that the Tang army would definitely come. It was him who led the bullshit military officials to constantly incite and supervise the battle. It was him who sent batches of Xi people under the butcher knife of the Khitans.

If it weren't for the hope he made was so beautiful, if it weren't for the agitation and supervision he organized, the people of Xi could have surrendered earlier. Even if they had to bear humiliation and could only be slaves in the future, everyone would always be alive, but now...

The Tang army will not come, and we must not let him, the Tang official, slip back to the thief Tang to continue to be an official and enjoy his life.

After licking the lips of the dead wood, these blood gourds exchanged a look of a broken wolf, no one said a word, but they all picked up the blood-dropping scimitar and surrounded the felt truck.

To die... Everyone dies together!

Tang Cheng didn't notice the dangerous scene under the felt truck, and now he didn't have the time to look back. All his attention was attracted by the increasingly obvious black clouds coming from the south.

Fortunately, Jia Zixing finally did not act like other politicians who were raised by turtles, so he finally came as scheduled.

At this point, Tang Cheng had already played the last trump card in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Cheng held the guardrail on the shaft of the chariot and controlled his shaking body, and then turned around and shouted forward with all his strength: "Tang army is here, Tang army is here."

The blood-like head men not far from the felt car heard the scream and suddenly stopped at the foot. The complexity of their minds at this moment was beyond description.

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Why don't you send a message to Pingcuoda and the brothers ahead, go, go quickly!" Amid Tang Cheng's roar, several blood gourds suddenly reacted, and one of them rushed onto the felt truck and looked south with a few steps.

"Here, it's really here." After trembling with his lips, the guy suddenly turned around and shouted like Tang Cheng: "Here, the Tang army is really here." His roar was so loud that he could not tell whether he was reporting the message or venting it.

After roaring, the guy jumped forward onto the back of the horse pulling the cart, and with only a few swords, he slashed the harness under the horse's neck to pieces. He then rode his horse with half a piece of wood and ran forward, while galloping, "The Tang army is here, the Tang army is here!"

At this time, the other blood gourds had also turned around and ran forward. After a while, the sound of "Tang Army is coming" sounded sporadically everywhere, and the shouts quickly spread like the wind, and soon the sporadic sounds gathered into a thunderous cheer.

Tang Jun is here!

When Jia Zixing arrived with the six thousand cavalry that he had done his best to raise the "Forward" flag, in five days, Shali and the Khitan coalition finally set a precedent for the first time to shrink their troops in broad daylight.

"Does the Khitans have any movement to withdraw their troops?" Tang Cheng, who was lying on the Hu bench like soft mud in Tiancheng's tent, asked Jia Zixing, who had returned from looking at the defense line. Although his body was so tired that he didn't want to move, he still tried his best to straighten his body, and his eyes were full of expectations when he looked at Jia Zixing.

It has been nearly an hour since the Khitans stopped attacking, maybe they...

Jia Zixing shook his head sadly, and said in a low voice as he walked in, "I have seen the defense line outside. As long as the Khitans launch another offensive, they don't even try their best, the defense line of the Xi people will collapse. Lord Tang, it's time for us to leave."

The light of expectation in Tang Cheng's eyes slowly dissipated and frozen into a blanket despair. Yes, although the Khitans did not, and more importantly, they had no capital and strength to go to war with the Tang Dynasty in full swing, after paying such a great price, they would not be willing to be scared away by a team of only 6,000 people at the last moment. Even if the team had tried their best to hit the most eye-catching "forward" flag as he asked.

In the final analysis, Jia Zixing brought too few people, so few that they were not enough to show the Tang Dynasty's full intervention in the face of such a war, nor was it enough to completely break the Khitans' mentality of taking chances.

If the Khitans still do not retreat, they will not retreat again. This also destined that they will become more crazy and desperate in the subsequent attacks.

As long as there are another 30,000 people, no, or even as long as there are 20,000 Tang troops who can come at this time, it is enough to make the Khitans realize that they have completely lost the opportunity in this battle to seize time, and then turn the overall situation around. But now... everything is over.

The Khitans attacked again. After the Xi people's defense line collapsed completely, it would be a bloody clearance. After the venue was cleared, the Shali tribe, who was a puppet, would undoubtedly become the owner of the Raole Grassland, and the Khitans, who were also wearing Sali tribe costumes, would also withdraw.

When all this is wiped out, even if the Tang army really arrives, it will be turned away by the puppet Shali. By that time, everything will evolve into a protracted verbal lawsuit. The Tang army had the Tang army's statement, but Shali would never admit it. According to the current Tang emperor Li Dan's gentle and determined nature, it is impossible to expect him to be able to send troops without regard to the interference of the four foreign vassals and eight hundred vassal states.

This means that the Tang Dynasty will pass by Raole forever at a distance of only one finger.

After playing the last card in his hand, he was still a ray of success. It was this ray of distance that turned all his efforts and efforts into vain. Tang Cheng was completely desperate, slumped on the bench and just repeated the dry voice, "I won't leave, I won't leave."

Jia Zixing looked at the handsome and confident Tang Cheng who was so handsome in the past, and felt an indescribable feeling of grief in his heart, "My good brother, I have put my head in my reply to the prince. If you really have a few years of long time here... Can the prince still tolerate my life? Even if you are poor brother, you have to leave." At this point, Jia Zixing stopped talking and sighed before continuing: "Brother knows that you feel uncomfortable, but now that things have come, it will be for nothing to fill all the army here. I am young, why should I get into this stubbornness? Even if I don't think about myself, I have to plan for my family. Let's go, maybe I can't even leave if I don't want to leave."

Tang Cheng didn't say anything, and he couldn't tell whether he had heard or not from his bare expression. Just when Jia Zixing was quite tricky, he suddenly saw two turbid tears slowly oozing out of Tang Cheng's eyes. As soon as the tears flowed out, his eyes were closed tightly...

"That's right. If you keep the green mountains here, you won't be afraid of burning firewood. People come!" Jia Zixing, who was relieved, whispered to the guards who came in, "Send the order and make everyone ready. As soon as the Khitans launch an attack, we will take advantage of the gap to quickly retreat. Come back, remember, be careful when sending the order. If the news is leaked to the Xi people, you will wait for the meat paste to be chopped into meat. Go quickly!"

After that, Jia Zixing dealt with Pingcuoda and others who came to see him. During this period, he never left the tent. He just guarded Tang Cheng who was ashamed of his eyes and closed his eyes.

After about half an hour, he suddenly heard nearly a hundred desolate horns sounded in the Khitan army opposite. When he heard this, Jia Zixing's face suddenly became tight, and he immediately stood up and walked towards Tang Cheng.

As soon as he helped Tang Cheng up, he heard another burst of rapid footsteps outside the tent.

"His grandma, I won't let me live without leaving." After cursing in a low voice, Jia Zixing was about to issue an order to the guards outside the tent. At this time, no matter who came, he would cut it over and walk.

At this critical moment, the man who was walking quickly outside the tent could no longer control his surprise and shouted loudly: "Son-in-law, here, the army in Youzhou is coming, looking at the darkness."

Tang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, the enthusiasm in his eyes was enough to burn people's skin, "What? Zheng San, say it again."
Chapter completed!