Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 96: Mortals are like ants to me

The next one is Zhang Gongjin.

This was also taken away on the hospital bed.

This made Luo Shixin sigh again.

It is said that those who did not have the chance to enjoy too much wealth and glory would have no idea how happy the Duke's life was for twenty years.

The next person to be taken away from prison was Xue Wanjun.

He is actually a better fighter than his younger brother Xue Wanche, but his younger brother is more famous because he is involved in bigger things.

Then there is Li Daoxuan, who imitated Li Shimin but did not have the halo of the protagonist and ended up dying on the battlefield.

This person was also killed by Liu Heita, so the Hebei Group has to fight against the Guanlong Group.

Next one...

"Everyone, please?"

Yang Feng stood on the hillside, looking at the valley below.

Behind him stood the heroic spirits of the Tang Dynasty, including not only the renowned generals but also over four hundred cavalrymen. These were Guo Xiaoke's subordinates, truly elite warriors. Even in the early Tang Dynasty, at the height of its combat power, those who could make the arduous journey to the Western Regions were truly elite. Furthermore, they were all versatile: they could charge into battle with their lances on horseback, wield their Mo Daos on foot, and wield their bows with unerring accuracy. At this moment, they were all mounted, following the renowned generals in front of them, also gazing at the river valley below.

A bloody battle is going on there.

A large number of soldiers wearing armor of a style that was somewhat unfamiliar to them were besieging nearly a thousand Tang soldiers who were obviously fighting desperately in a cornered situation.

The latter they can confirm.

Among the Tang army, a general bravely charged into the enemy camp. Although his body was full of arrows, he continued to kill off the enemies one by one.

But there were too many enemies, and the number of his subordinates was decreasing.

He had obviously reached his limit, and his body was covered in blood.

"Who is this? He has the style of us!"

Zhang Gongjin said.

"Don't worry about who it is. If he keeps watching, he'll be hacked to death."

Said Li Daoxuan, the youngest and the one with the most experience of being hacked to death.

Then he urged his horse forward.

"Kill them, and let these descendants see how their ancestors killed the enemy!"

Xue Wanjun roared excitedly.

The next moment these ancestors began to charge.

On the accelerating war horses, their lances were held horizontally as they gradually spread out into a goose-shaped formation on the bare hillside covered with only grass. Relying on the advantage of downward charge, they moved forward unstoppably, leaving behind dust trampled by their horses' hooves.

The besieged Tang army also saw them and immediately erupted in roars, like beasts responding to a herd. The fierce general quickly turned around and led his men madly forward among the enemy, closing the distance between them. Meanwhile, the enemy besieging them also sent some cavalry to block the attack, but due to the haste of the situation, they were unable to form a true formation, nor could they attack upwards. They could only form a chaotic and scattered defense line, and most of them were unable to even get into position in time.

In a blink of an eye, Li Daoxuan took the lead and charged into the enemy army. The lance in his hand instantly pierced the enemy and then rushed straight through, while relying on his strength to knock the enemy down. Luo Shixin and others who followed closely behind him also used almost the same movements to knock down the enemy and rush in.

Then came the Tang army soldiers who followed them.

The huge goose-shaped formation broke through the blocking line of defense almost instantly when fighting with the enemy.
The enemy troops at the foot of the mountain immediately gave up fighting and turned to the wings to avoid.

Like cattle and sheep frightened by a group of lions.

But it's of no use.

Our ancestors were too fast, and this charge made the war horses accelerate to almost the limit.

In the chaos of the enemy, they could even crash into them. Amid the countless shouts and neighs of horses, the enemies who were turning or fleeing were constantly knocked over and trampled upon, both their horses and men.

Our ancestors continued to move forward, stepping on the corpses of the enemies, and quickly joined up with the Tang army at the foot of the mountain.

"Which general will come to rescue us?"

The leading general, covered in arrows and blood, saluted while staggering on his horse.

But after he finished speaking, he fell down and fell unconscious.

"His name is Wang Haibin, from Zheng County, Huazhou. He's from an aristocratic family. Perhaps you know his ancestors.

As for now, it is nearly a hundred years after your time. The emperor is the great-grandson of Li Shimin, and the ones besieging them are Tubo. This is north of Lintao. Their main force is actually not far away, but because of his great military achievements, people are jealous of him, so no one comes to support him. Their commander should be preparing to sacrifice him, use his desperate battle to severely damage Tubo, and then attack with the entire army, in order to inflict heavy damage on Tubo.

Ah, their commander’s father, perhaps you know him too.

Longmen Xue Li."

Yang Feng walked over with a nine-section staff and poked Wang Haibin in.

The soldiers looked on in amazement.

Xue Na sacrificed Wang Haibin to ensure a great victory.

After all, Wang Haibin, who fought desperately, would inflict heavy damage on the Tibetans who besieged them.

And Xue Na did succeed.

After Wang Haibin died in battle, he immediately led the main force of the Tang army to attack with all their strength, and finally won a great victory with nearly 20,000 heads beheaded.

"Has the Tang Dynasty now fallen to the point where even the Tibetans can penetrate Lintao?"

Qin Qiong said.

The year he was taken away, Tubo had just invaded Songzhou, now known as Songpan, and was defeated by Zhishisili and Niu Jinda.

It can be said to be a scabies problem.

But now it has actually penetrated deep into the heart of Longyou.

"It's not just Lintao; they'll capture Chang'an multiple times in the future!"

Yang Feng said.

"Now the Tang generals can't even work together?"

Zhang Gongjin said.

"Ha! In a few decades, they'll still be killing each other! Go back and tell Xue Na..."

Yang Feng looked at the remaining soldiers.

"Whatever you say!"

He said.

He couldn't take these people away.

Even those who were injured could not be taken away.

Because Xue Na had won a great victory by sacrificing Wang Haibin in this battle, the Tang army was the victor. They would then clean up the battlefield. If the bodies of these men could not be found, they would be considered deserters. The Tang bureaucracy at that time could not guarantee the clarity of Li Shimin's time. Wang Haibin himself was not a big deal, as so many soldiers would testify for him, and he had no motivation to flee. Why would he abandon everything and flee, a son of an aristocratic family with a high official position and a promising future?
But if he disappeared with a large number of soldiers, it would be suspicious...

What if he has ambitions?
An ambitious young man from a noble family fled to the enemy side with a large number of trusted soldiers and was supported to establish his own regime.

This is one of the standard routines.

Then the Wang family would be raided and exterminated.

But the fact that he was the only one missing, and all the soldiers, whether intact or seriously injured, proved that he was rescued by an immortal, is another matter. The process of Yang Feng taking Qin Qiong, Zhang Gongjin and others away was public, and he even specifically told Li Shimin about it. Records must have been kept in the palace. Li Longji should have known that such an immortal had taken away many meritorious officials in the past.

Their Li family originally worshipped gods and immortals.

Perhaps these are directly recorded in official history.

Therefore, the fact that Wang Haibin, who died in battle for his country, was taken away by the gods was worthy of Li Longji's attention. He would happily announce that he, like Taizong, had been recognized by the gods.

This is a blessing from heaven!
"Who's next?"

Zhang Gongjin said.

"His son, that's not right. When his son died, he was much older than him. He was old enough to be his father. How should we talk about the future of this father and son?
Calling each other brothers?"

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he directly split open a crack in space.

Qin Qiong and others hurriedly rode their horses and carried their lances and walked in one after another. At the same time, there were crazy dog ​​barkings and even a few terrified shouts, but then there was nothing. After the last subordinate went in, Yang Feng looked at the Tang army who were still stunned, and then he walked in. Qin Qiong and others were surrounding a middle-aged man who was lying on the bed with a knife in his hand. He looked weakly at these people who suddenly broke into his room.

There were still some servants outside, but they had been held down by the soldiers.

"Is this his son?"

Qin Qiong said.

Then he looked at Wang Zhongsi, who could obviously reverse the relationship.

"Tell me, what did Li Longji say about your father?"

Yang Feng squatted in front of Wang Zhongsi and said.

"My father fought against the Tubo in Longyou and was seriously injured before being rescued by an immortal."

Wang Zhongsi said weakly.

"I can let you see your father again, but there's something you have to think about clearly. Your father was only in his twenties at the time, so you were seeing your father in his twenties. I can't hide it from you. After all, you'll know about his own affairs when he talks about them later, but he doesn't know what happened to you after he left, so he won't think of you as his son who was only a few years old at the time. Whether you want to recognize him or not is up to you."

Yang Feng said.

“Does this man have the courage of his father?”

Luo Shixin looked at Wang Zhongsi, who was comparable to Qin Qiong before, with some disdain.

"Whether he has the same bravery as his father is hard to say, but his official position is much higher than his father's. He serves as the governor of four towns and controls almost half of the main forces of the Tang Dynasty."

Yang Feng said.

"That would be a million troops, wouldn't it? Is the emperor so foolish as to allow one person to control such military power?"

Li Daoxuan said angrily.

It is obvious that he is more sober than Li Longji.

"So, in a few years, the world will be in chaos. The drums of Yuyang will shake the earth, startling the dancers of the colorful skirts and feathered robes. Smoke and dust will rise from the nine-story city walls, and thousands of chariots and horses will march southwest. Furthermore, half of your Tang Dynasty's main force is less than a million, at most two hundred thousand. Your imperial troops have been dismantled and have no fighting power. The only ones capable of fighting are the 480,000 border guards under the nine military governors."

Yang Feng said.

"Is An Lushan about to rebel? I want to see the Saint..."

Wang Zhongsi struggled to get up.

"Look, this is a loyal minister!"

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he poked Wang Zhongsi in.

Then he looked at Qin Qiong and others behind him.

"Everyone, do you want to see the Tang army fighting against the Tang army?"

He said.

After saying this, he created another spatial rift.

"Please come in. Welcome to the sea of ​​blood and corpses you are familiar with. However, this time it is not the Sui Dynasty, but your Tang Dynasty."

He said.

Tang army fights against Tang army...

"Chang'an."

Qin Qiong stood on the top of the mountain and looked towards the north with a bitter look on his face.

Everyone around him had a similar expression, because at this moment, at the foot of the mountain, there were countless deserted villages and ruins in the wilderness, and countless soldiers were fighting.

Although they couldn't actually see Chang'an from this location due to its distance, the area south of the city was their primary destination. Furthermore, the nobles all had farms in the area, and climbing the mountains to gaze at Chang'an was something they all enjoyed. Therefore, they knew it instantly without even needing to see Chang'an. However, the foot of the capital, once dotted with countless villages and densely populated areas, was now reduced to countless ruins. Even below them, ragged, pale-faced civilians shivered in fear in the mountains, watching the bloodbath unfold in the distance like they did.

The infantry in formation were mixed together and killing each other, teams of cavalry were galloping on the battlefield, and the dense bows and arrows made the sky look a little strange.

The village that was set on fire to isolate the enemy was filled with flames and thick smoke.

The rivers on the battlefield were completely dyed red with blood, flowing on the autumn land. Countless corpses stretched on the river banks, and more blood flowed into the river, making the blood color of the river different shades of darker or lighter.

In fact, they were all familiar with this scene. After all, except for Wang Haibin and his son, the others had experienced the chaotic times at the end of the Sui Dynasty. The mountains of corpses and seas of blood were not unfamiliar to them, but this was their Tang Dynasty, this was the city they lived in, and Wang Haibin and his son had experienced a prosperous era. Looking at this land that had become a hell of death, they even forgot everything else. Wang Zhongsi knelt in the mountains and cried for all this.

"Saint, where is the saint?"

He said crying.

"He's hiding in Chengdu now. This guy messed up the world like this, and he ran away quickly, but his son has kicked him out, and now he is the emperor.

You wait here, I'll go down and get some for you to serve as my men."

Yang Feng said.

"God, aren't you here to save the Tang Dynasty?"

Wang Zhongsi grabbed him and spoke in a pleading tone.

"What's there to save? This isn't the end of your nation. Don't worry, the Li family made it through this. Although the price was that they could never go back to the past, they did hold on for over a hundred years. Then, another world in chaos like this happened, and it was even worse than this time. In the end, they didn't make it. I'm going to take you to save the next chaotic world."

Yang Feng said.

"God, if you are willing to lend a helping hand at this time, wouldn't that mean there won't be another chaotic world?"

Wang Zhongsi said.

This kind of brain that commands hundreds of thousands of troops is very useful.

"Indeed, it seems that it is possible."

Yang Feng said.

"God, since you can predict the future, then after saving the Tang Dynasty, you can eliminate the hidden dangers and restore its prosperity. This way, there will be no more disasters, and the people of the world can be saved. Isn't this better than waiting until the next time?"

Wang Zhongsi said hopefully.

"Indeed, you can. What you said makes sense, but why should I do this? The Li family has nothing to do with me, and it seems that the people of this world have nothing to do with me either. Mortals are like ants to me. Do you care about what happens to ants? You have to understand that I am here to do what I want to do, not to help you or anyone else. I help you only because I like it. Similarly, I don't care about the current Tang Dynasty only because I don't like it."

Yang Feng cruelly shook off Wang Zhongsi, then walked down the mountain leaning on his nine-section staff. But the next moment, he transformed into a streak of golden light and flew towards the chaotic battlefield...

(End of this chapter)