Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 549 There is no trick at all

Li Shimin can kill people at will, but Li Yuan can't. All he has to do is wait for Xia Lin to come back. Only when Xia Lin comes back can he live up to his reputation!
But if you ask him whether he was angry or not, his hands were shaking with anger, but he seemed to have forgotten that he was one of the people who forced Emperor Hongbao to move south.

As a human being, your head is always guided by your buttocks, which is understandable. The tricks he used in the past are now being used on himself. He accepts it, but he must do this thing.

"What do you think, Keming, about how to deal with these people?"

"Your Majesty." Du Ruhui bowed in Li Yuan's study and said, "I heard that there is a spring in Zhongnan Mountain, a hot spring. Since the new Xianyang is being built now, why not build a villa in Zhongnan Mountain? Your Majesty is not young anymore, and the years of fighting have added new wounds to the old ones. It would be better for you to go into the mountains to practice for a few days to heal your mind and body."

"It's already so late, Keming, you..."

Du Ruhui lowered his head and didn't say anything else. After a moment's silence, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes, frowned, and then began to pace back and forth in the study with his hands behind his back.

"Emperor Jingtai left everything in the court and fled to the Central Plains in the name of visiting the troops. Does Keming mean that I should follow the example of Emperor Jingtai?"

"I just want to ask Your Majesty not to work so hard and take a good rest. Your Majesty has been working so hard for many years."

Li Yuan did not answer directly, but raised his hand slightly: "No hurry, wait for the front line to return victoriously, after all, I can't control that side."

"It's not that easy. Your Majesty, just cut off his food supply."

"Keming." Li Yuan looked at Du Ruhui deeply and said, "Then I can only send you to lead the troops to fight him. You should prepare well these days and study the art of war."

Du Ruhui slowly turned his face away: "I am just saying... Your Majesty, please don't worry."

Xia Lin's progress was not fast at the moment, he was not in a hurry, because he only had to retreat before winter came, the food and horses left by the Turks were enough for him to digest for a while, the remaining 50,000 to 60,000 horses would be spoils of war if he returned now, but if they were ridden back by the Green Forest Army, they would be military equipment. No matter how shameless Li Yuan was, he couldn't just take the equipment from the soldiers on the front line, right?

They advanced slowly, traveling only about twenty miles a day, eating and camping at designated times, resting for one day after marching for three days, or stopping to help rebuild and repair villages or towns destroyed by the Turks if they encountered them.

Even though it's so slow, Xia Lin's intention is not just to chase the enemy, but to let the people in the northwest who are trapped in the rolling sand know, and even more so to let those villains who covet the land, people and money of the Central Plains know.

There is not an inch of Chinese land left unclaimed. Not a single Chinese citizen can be abandoned!
In the beginning, many local people were actually very afraid of them. When they saw the Green Forest Army coming from afar, the first thing they did was to hide their food, valuables, and wives and daughters.

But the Green Forest Army had very strict military discipline. When passing through villages, they would occasionally use the terrain to avoid the spring sandstorm, but they would not touch the civilians even with a strand of yarn.

The temperature difference between day and night in the northwest is extremely large, and they never requisition people's houses. At most, everyone would huddle in the corner and light a fire to avoid the wind.

Just the day before yesterday, they came to a place called Tiegou Town. This place is very similar to the scene in Northwest movies with yellow sand all over the sky. However, there has been a lot of rain in the past two years, and the surrounding area seems to have more life than before.

Before the army entered the city, the people were all terrified, thinking that the Turks had just plundered them once and were going to plunder them again. Unfortunately, a strong wind blew at this moment, and the full of sand made it impossible for the army to move forward, so the army temporarily stationed in Tiegou Town.

But their military discipline was so strict that the people in the town couldn't believe it. The main camp was set up to the north of the town, only a few dozen feet away, but no soldier entered the town to cause trouble. Even when they traveled, they traveled in groups of three or four, without weapons. They paid for things and would help the people in the town if they encountered any difficulties.

The people in the town were curious. Originally, the people in the Northwest were tough, but they had been caught up in wars over the years, and their tempers had been worn out. In the end, it was the mayor of the town who took the initiative to contact them.

The townspeople now realized that these were the Green Forest Army from the Central Plains, who had come to pursue the defeated Turkic soldiers and had temporarily come here to rest after encountering the sandstorm.

"That kid, you Green Forest Army, don't they rob money and women?"

"Old man, we have discipline. If you see anyone making trouble, even if it's stealing fruits, you can tell us." The soldier pointed to his white hat and said, "Old man, if you see this white hat, you can go up and ask. We are here to enforce military appearance and discipline."

"I see... Then you guys just rest here peacefully. I'll ask the people in the town to bring some food to you soldiers."

"No need for that, old man. We have plenty of food. We will leave once the sandstorm ends."

The good military appearance and discipline coupled with strict codes of conduct have given the local people a great sense of security along the way.

Zhuo Heng’s work here is indispensable. He really brought out a concrete civilized army, a mighty army, and an innate political and labor holy body...

The sandstorm blew for about ten days. During these ten days, the Green Forest Army helped Tiegou Town repair the houses. Then the engineering team dug a canal about two miles long to divert water from a nearby river. However, the diverted river water gathered on the east side of the town, seeped into the underground river, and then washed out a collapse hole about fifty meters square in that area.

The Green Forest Army ran away.

The engineering team wrote in their subsequent summary: "Article 139 of the Engineer Operation Manual states that earthwork, blasting, water conservancy construction and excavation are not allowed without knowing the specific topographical characteristics."

After about ten days, they finally left Jiayuguan. However, there was no Great Wall in this place now. It was just a ghost town because it had been looted by the Western Turks when they came. When they arrived, there was only the long river and the setting sun.

After passing Jiayu Pass, it was only three hundred miles away from the royal court of Western Turks.

After forty days of marching, the army was finally approaching the royal court of Western Turkic Khanate. However, Xia Lin did not advance rashly at this time. Instead, he ordered the army to stop, as if he was waiting for someone.

At this moment, Prince Ashina had already fled back to the royal court of Western Turkic. After reading his battle report, his father, old Ashina Duobi, beat his beloved son with a stick until he was bedridden for five days.

Eighty thousand elite troops were wiped out in one battle, along with the horses that were regarded as treasures on the grassland, and the weapons and armor sent by the Han people.

Those things were so precious that even if one died, they could not be abandoned. If this idiot Ashina was not his own son, the fleeing Turkic king would not simply beat him up. "Report! The Han army has stationed in Zhangye County and will march north soon."

Upon hearing this news, the Western Turkic king Ashina Duobi sneered and turned to look at his pale-faced son: "Look at what you have done! Trash!"

Little Ashina didn't say anything, but struggled in his heart, and almost cursed out loud. It was not until the old Ashina left that the little Ashina said to Han Can: "Fuck, the Han army has a problem with their brains. The damage is high when you build tanks, and the mobility is high. You have displacement and real damage. Your equipment is several generations higher. I have to use my full army to charge and use my ultimate to have the same damage as their basic attack. Tell me, how can I win!? I'm fighting 30,000 heavy armors, how can I win? I only have a few light cavalry and light infantry, and then the soldiers below all exploded. I went to fight in a group, and I didn't even walk on the way. When we got there, everyone was dead. We dug a trench, and 100,000 people attacked. They were all dead before I even got there. What could I do? I told them to retreat, but my teammates brought the enemy back. Isn't that driving me crazy? Tell me how to fight? Then the Han army started throwing fireballs, and our soldiers were like crazy women, stepping on their own people with their feet. Then the enemy rushed in and killed them. The rest of them were lying on the ground, saying, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much," and they surrendered. You stinky bastard, tell me how to win? How can you win if you're just lining up in a group?"

"Your Highness, please wake up..."

"Oh..." Little Ashina was silent for a while: "It's not a crime of war."

Now the entire Western Turkic people are dumbfounded. The enemy is now gathering strength three hundred miles away, and it is still unknown how they will attack. The tens of thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled people left here are not enough for them to practice with heavy armor, and there are people from the Turkic royal court in the east who are eyeing them covetously.

Didn't they say that they would cooperate with the outside forces? Oh, so they would cooperate with the inside forces, right? Damn it, even if they didn't cooperate with the inside forces, they could at least send some remnants of the army. What's the point of sending the heavenly soldiers directly? They were trying to trick the dog in and kill it, right?
But now is not the time to hold teammates accountable. The aristocratic family is really unreliable. They were beaten like this before. It was an unprecedented defeat. It was inevitable. They were chased home like a dog with 140,000 against 70,000, and the door was blocked by someone.

Old Ashina's eyes darkened when he saw the two words "Xia Lin" on the battle report. It was this BYD that drove him here. After operating for a few years with great difficulty, the company finally recovered some vitality, but now it's back to the way it was before it fled.

And the most critical issue now is not that foreign enemies are coming soon, the most critical thing is that the low morale is contagious like a plague. Now the Western Turks have no generals to fight and no soldiers to fight in the battlefield. Being beaten to this situation, he can save the country from being destroyed. Ashina Duobi is already the greatest emperor of the Turks in history.

"These Han people are sick!" Old Ashina pounded the table and cursed loudly, "They are sick! Where have they heard of the principle of chasing for two thousand miles?"

The prime minister of Western Turkic next to him bowed and said, "Great Khan, what we are most afraid of right now is that those Han thieves will collude with the rebels in the royal court."

"Rebels, rebels! If they really want to unite, we will be the rebels!" Ashina stood up and said, "No, we can't let this happen. Quick! Send an envoy to contact the Han army. Give them whatever they want, anything is fine!"

At this moment, at this moment, hundreds of horse-drawn carriages drove into Chang'an City. They stopped on Zhuque Street and began to move things down. They were wooden boxes one by one. When they were opened, they contained human heads pickled in lime and salt.

The head had been pickled to the point of being dehydrated and blackened, and the upturned lips could not cover the sharp white teeth. The appearance of a foreigner could be vaguely identified from the eye sockets and cheekbones.

Hundreds of horse-drawn carriages, loaded with human heads, were piled up in the street. Some people began to pound them up layer by layer to form a Jingguan. There were so many heads that the Jingguan was ten feet high, so a platform had to be built to continue piling them up.

The Tang Emperor Li Yuan came, and all the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty also came. The soldiers in the city came, and the people all came.

They looked at this huge mound of human heads piled up layer by layer, with candles and lights lit outside and a flag planted on the top, and they were extremely shocked.

The people realized that the people of the Central Plains were not incapable of fighting against foreign races. The Turkic soldiers who had defeated the Central Plains soldiers twenty years ago were now only fit to build a Jingguan here.

"Seventy-eight thousand two hundred and fifty-five heads! Your Majesty Emperor Li Tang, please light the fire."

Li Yuan took the torch and looked at the huge human head Jingguan that he had to look up to see clearly. He took a deep breath, but all he smelled was the scent of death.

Sanniang was also nearby, she was also looking up at the Dajingguan. She knew that the Fuliang New Army was powerful, but she didn't expect them to be so powerful. If the two armies really faced off one day, she knew that she would probably not be able to fight against that damn devil.

"No hurry to light the fire."

Li Yuan hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at the civil and military officials behind him.

At this time, a soldier came forward. On his armband was the word "Xia". He did not kneel when he saw the emperor, but walked up to Li Yuan with a letter in his hands.

"General Xia has a letter for His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty."

Li Yuan opened the letter, which contained only two short lines: "The inner treasury was burned to ashes, and the streets were trampled with the bones of the nobles."

Seeing these two groups of people, the murderous intent in Li Yuan's eyes suddenly ignited. He turned his head again to look at the pale ministers behind him and revealed a sinister smile.

He handed the letter to Sanniang and turned away.

"You will stay in Jingguan for seven days. Let me have a good look at everything."

At night, the lights on top of the Jingguan glowed with a dark green light because they were soaked in corpse oil. It was very scary to look at, but below, children were holding hands and singing and dancing, common people were drinking and singing nearby, and scholars and writers came forward to express their feelings, as if decades of repression had all vanished in an instant.

Yang Ying was standing on a tall building at this time, looking expressionlessly at the tower of human heads on Zhuque Street not far away, his hand tightly gripping the fan.

"Master, let's run. If we don't run now, it may be too late."

"The world is so big, where can we find a place to stay?" Yang Ying took a deep breath and turned back to ask.

"The world is so big, there is always a place for us! If Li Yuan can rebel, we can too! Let's go to Xuzhou to find Wang Shichong."

"You are crazy! Wang Shichong will definitely tie us up and send us to Emperor Jingtai."

Yang Ying's eyes suddenly turned: "Li Mi, Zhuo County..."

(End of this chapter)