Hearing Hou Junji's perfunctory answer, Liu Lan couldn't believe it. This was not the attitude a coach should have.
Although the marching general is the highest commander in the army, it is impossible to ignore the lives of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.
So he asked again with some unwillingness to give up: "When should we wait? Commander, please make it clear!"
Looking at the reluctant Liu Lan, Hou Junji's face darkened and he said displeasedly: "When the time comes is a military secret, you just have to obey orders. Besides, I have already said that we will attack again after three days. Do you think you want to violate the military order? Isn't it only two days ago?"
These words immediately made Liu Lan very angry. The battlefield was changing rapidly, how could it remain the same?
But he didn't dare to ask again.
In the army, military law is strict and subordinates must obey their superiors absolutely.
Even though Liu Lan, as the deputy general manager of the march, did not dare to question it anymore.
However, some thoughtful people have already guessed Hou Junji's thoughts, and they couldn't help but secretly scold Hou Junji for being narrow-minded.
No wonder the attack was ordered three days later, but now it suddenly becomes clear when the connection is made.
It is obvious that he wanted to use the borrowed knife tactic to deal with a young underachiever like Zhongyi Hou, which is really shameful.
The military worshiped the strong. Although everyone was angry at Hou Junji and dared not speak out, they respected Yang Fan more and more.
Being able to make Hou Junji, a famous general, fearful at such a young age, once this crisis is over, the road ahead will definitely be a smooth one.
It's a pity that the generals are not very optimistic about Yang Fan's ability to survive this crisis.
After all, even if Li Jing were here, he would not be able to lead thousands of soldiers to escape the tens of thousands of Tibetan troops on the frontal battlefield.
Of course, there are also those who take pleasure in others' misfortunes, and Changsun Chong is one of them.
Changsun Chong had at least inherited 70% of Changsun Wuji's skill in trying to figure out people's thoughts. Naturally, he could see Hou Junji's purpose in doing this. He already wanted to see the tragic image of Yang Fan's body lying on the ground with a hammer.
Thinking that Yang Fan's nasty guy was about to be eliminated, Changsun Chong felt as if he had eaten a bag of ice cubes in the hot July heat. He felt extremely comfortable.
As long as Yang Fan can be killed, he doesn't care whose sword it is!
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On the battlefield, looking at the Tibetan soldiers receding like a tide, Yang Fan immediately stood up with his sword held diagonally to one side, and did not continue to pursue.
If you observe carefully, you will find that although Yang Fan seems relaxed, the hand holding the knife is trembling slightly.
The numerous gaps in the blade can tell how brutal the battle was.
At this time, the entire blade surface of the long knife was soaked with blood, and the bright red blood kept dripping down...
Thinking about it, no matter who it was, every time he swung the sword, he tried his best to kill for an hour, and anyone would be a little unable to hold on.
Yang Fan is also a human being, not a machine. He can get tired too!
What's more, even killing thousands of pigs takes a lot of effort, not to mention that these Tibetan soldiers are experienced warriors.
The stopped Guards were of course extremely weak, and they didn't even have the strength to lift their arms. If the palms of their hands hadn't been stiff, they wouldn't have been able to hold the long knife in their hands.
If it weren't for their strong will to support them, they would have fallen off their horses long ago.
But they were more excited in their hearts. They used hundreds of light cavalry to repel the tens of thousands of Tibetan troops. Which other army in the world can do this?
This is enough to make them proud, enough to make them proud...
And the one who led them to win all this was the war-god-like Marquis Zhongyi in front of them.
In the past, they had some complaints about Yang Fan's cruel training, but now they are full of admiration.
No wonder my general always said that the more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed in war. This is indeed a wise saying.
These hundreds of new recruits completely realized their shortcomings in this hand-to-hand fight.
Originally they thought they were the strongest soldiers, but there was still a big gap compared with the dozens of personal guards of Marquis Zhongyi. This was the goal of their future efforts.
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Su Dingfang also breathed a long sigh of relief at this time. As a general who was familiar with the art of war, if he led the troops according to his instructions, he would not dare to lead hundreds of soldiers to charge against tens of thousands of troops.
After all, once the enemy army is not overwhelmed, they will definitely be annihilated in the chaos.
But Yang Fan did something that his predecessors did not dare to do. He was even more in awe of Yang Fan, a figure like the God of War, and became more determined to follow him.
It wasn't until all the Tubo soldiers disappeared from sight that Yang Fan withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the broken limbs and broken arms on the ground, Yang Fan sighed secretly.
Sure enough, he became famous in one battle and lost his bones!
Although those who died were enemy soldiers, Yang Fan secretly said he was lucky.
If the Tibetan soldiers could hold on for a few more quarters of an hour, even Yang Fan would have nothing but hatred on the spot!
This Gar Qinling Chanzhuo is indeed very clever, and he actually wants to use a war of attrition to bring down himself.
If the Guards hadn't been equipped with advanced equipment and the Guards were stronger than he expected, he might have become a stepping stone for Gar Qinling Zandro to become famous.
The setting sun was like blood, and the dim sunset reflected on the battlefield like a pool of blood.
Yang Fan galloped around and led the Guards back slowly. The dull footsteps were like rolling thunder in the sky.
Everyone knows that after this battle, Tubo is like the sunset, about to disappear in the sky.
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The next day, when the sky was still dark, Tubo Zan Pu Gong Rigong Zan stood at the top of Luoshou City. He looked at the neat array of Tang troops under the city with trembling fear. His legs trembled, and his petite body almost fell from the top of the city with his legs weak. .
The courtiers were even more ashen-faced, and even Zarfurili, who strongly opposed surrender, no longer had the confidence he had at the beginning.
Since receiving the news of Gar Qin Ling Zanduo's defeat yesterday, the entire palace suddenly fell into endless darkness.
Although we know that there is a certain gap with the Tang Dynasty, and we also know that only by raising the flag and surrendering can we have a chance of survival, it is inevitable that some people will have some small expectations in their hearts.
Who wants to be the king of a subjugated country?
Who wants to be the subject of a subjugated country?
There was still a glimmer of hope...
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 severe blow...
Or maybe the Tang army couldn't withstand the offensive and retreated...
When the dust settles, the courtiers will inevitably have some unrealistic fantasies.
Think about it, when people face desperate situations, they always have a sense of luck!
But when the 80,000-strong army led by Gar Qinling Zandhuo was defeated, this thought was completely eliminated.
You must know that the other side only used a few thousand soldiers!
The whole of Tubo trembles under these mighty masters, and is as humble as dust!
Now this group of devil-like soldiers turned around and besieged Luoxe City, which obviously confused the Tibetan ministers.
Jiumo, Tuhamul, Zarfurili and other ministers immediately requested the memorial.
"Please Zanpu open the door and surrender quickly. Don't let the Tang army misunderstand and be killed. If not, we will all become the sinners of Tubo!"
These courtiers followed the wind, but they were also shameless and put all the blame on the seven-year-old Gongri Gongzan.
Facing the vast and powerful formation of the Tang army, Gongri and Gongzan dared not oppose any more, so they had no choice but to ask Jiumo Tuhamul to order all Tibetan soldiers defending the city to put down their weapons...
