Back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty to be the emperor

Chapter 711 The Dead End (1)

At the end of Xu Dynasty, night had already fallen, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the breeze was blowing. It was a rare good weather in the desert, but the officers and soldiers of the Great Food Army stationed on the Amu Darya River obviously had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery. The wailing of the wounded soldiers was heart-pounding. After the disastrous defeat, the officers and soldiers lost all their former vigor, and also lost the hustle and bustle of the previous few days when they camped. They all sat in their respective tents in a daze. Here, the heart is like dead ashes, and people are like wood carvings and clay sculptures.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, several huge tallow candles were blazingly burning, and the dim yellow light penetrated into the thick blackness, but it could not reduce the darkness in the big tent, on the contrary, it made the gloomy atmosphere in the big tent more intense. A few minutes later, Mustafa Ibnyan, whose face was as pale as paper, was covered with a thick blanket, lying on the not-so-wide couch with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he had already passed away. A few steps in front of the couch, Mohammad Subbn Hussain stared blankly at the governor on the couch with a sad face, his eyes were dead gray.

The army was defeated, and it was defeated like this. Since the establishment of the Great Food Kingdom, it has never been defeated so miserably. The 15 army has just fought for a day, and it has sacrificed the lives of nearly 15 soldiers. It was more than ten thousand. When Mohammad Subbn Hussain thought of such a disastrous defeat, he felt shuddering. What kind of monsters were the Tang army ambushing on all sides? Beat the [-] army students of our own side into such a appearance.

"Cough cough cough..."

Just when Muhammad Subbn Hussain was full of thoughts, Mustafa Ibnyan, who was lying on the couch, suddenly let out a violent coughing sound, and his pale face was instantly suffocated. A dark purple color.

"My lord, my lord!"

Hearing the sound, not only the servants around Mustafa Ibnyan rushed forward, but also Muhammad Subbn Hussein rushed to the bed, nervously calling.

"I'm fine, back off, all back off!"

Mustafa Ibnyan straightened up with difficulty, frowned and waved his hands, and drove all the servants around him out of the tent, leaving Mohammad Subbn Hussein alone In the tent, he sighed miserably, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"My lord, it's something that can't be done before the time comes. Tomorrow morning, the general will raise his troops to fight again, and he must break through the valley!"

Muhammad Subbn Hussein has always been favored by Mustafa Ibn Yang, and he has always served Mustafa Ibn Yang as an uncle. Ibn Yang's heart was so sad, and a wave of anger suddenly arose, so he gritted his teeth and swore.

"It's useless, you can't do it again, you can't get angry. Although our army has a hundred thousand people, it's too timid and unusable. It's impossible to be brave enough to break through the valley. Stop thinking about it."

Mustafa Ibnyan could feel the passion and persistence in Mohammad Subbn Hussein's heart, but he didn't say much words of encouragement, but shook his head and stated the facts in a heavy tone.

"My lord treats me like a father, but I can't share my worries for you, I feel ashamed, I..."

Thinking that the reason why the army was in deep siege this time was all because of his greed for merit and eagerness to advance, Muhammad Subbn Hussein was so sad that he couldn't continue, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Stop talking about this, listen up, the old man has something for you to do."

Mustafa Ibnyan led the army for most of his life, and he was not undefeated, but he never seemed to be defeated as badly as he is today. He already had a clear understanding of complete defeat in his heart, but he couldn't just sit back and watch the whole country The Food Empire was in the crisis of destroying the country. At this time, he had the idea of ​​explaining his funeral. He didn't want to listen to Muhammad Suben Hussein's self-blaming words, so he waved his hands and interrupted His speech.

"My lord, you said that the last general will do it even if he dies!"

Hearing Mustafa Ibn Yang's strange remarks, Muhammad Subbn Hussein didn't care to be sad any more, hurriedly wiped the tears all over his face, and responded with a serious voice.

"Today's battle, you participated in the whole process. Let's talk about it. How does the combat power of the Tang army compare with my strong army?"

Mustafa Ibnyan did not rush to make an explanation, but let out a soft breath and asked in a bleak tone.

"Returning to my lord, the strength of the Tang army is still higher than my strong army, especially the advanced military equipment, let alone my big food."

Although Muhammad Subbn Hussein did not want to admit it in his heart, he still honestly expressed his judgment.

"Yes, it is much stronger than my Dashi. The soldiers are ruthless and brave, well-equipped, and they are also very ambitious. This is not a country that my Dashi can fight against. If I want to fight, I will die. There is no land, and it is a trivial matter for the old man to die here. If the caliph cannot get accurate information, he may be furious and raise an army again. Don, this ferocious wolf, there is no place for me to gain a foothold. What the old man wants you to do is to go down the river at night, go down the river on a raft, and rush to Damascus, meet the Caliph, and tell the details of the battle and the old man’s advice I will tell you that you must send envoys to obtain the understanding of Tang Dynasty in order to conclude a peace treaty, remember, remember!"

Mustafa Ibnyan took a few breaths, calmed down, shook his head sadly, and then said a series of words that left Muhammad Subbn Hussein stunned.

"Ah...here, my lord..."

Hearing Mustafa Ibnyan's confession like last words, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, his eyes opened wide and he wanted to persuade, but for a while he didn't know where to start, and his forehead felt anxious. All the veins burst out.

"The old man is fine. These more than ten thousand sons were brought out by the old man. Naturally, the old man should give them an explanation. Tomorrow, the old man will lead the army to try to cross the river. If you can take it off, you can say it. If you can't, everything can only be seen." You, Hussain, don't disappoint the old man, go."

Mustafa Ibnyan smiled generously, the gloom disappeared, and he narrated with pride. At the end, he patted Mohammad Subbn Hussain on the shoulder heavily, and said with anticipation A eviction order was issued.

"grown ups!"

Mohammad Subbn Hussein let out a mournful cry, but didn't say anything more. He kowtowed a few times, then suddenly got up, and strode away from the central army's tent without looking back.

"Tomorrow will be a good day, hehe, I hope so, God is above!"

What should be explained has been explained, and Mustafa Ibnyan's mood suddenly relaxed, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, stretched his waist, and after expressing a word, he fell heavily on the marching couch Go, close your eyes, and there is no more sound... On April 27th in the third year of Yifeng, at four o'clock in the morning, it was sunny, and before dawn, Lin Chengbin woke up, washed up in a hurry, and then strode He walked outside the tent, but before he reached the highest point of the mountain, he saw a sentry rushing up to meet him. Lin Chengbin immediately stopped, raised his brows indistinctly, but he was not in a hurry Ask a question.

"General, the enemy camp by the river has changed. It seems that many rafts and kayaks have been set up overnight. They should be preparing to cross the river and escape. Please tell the general."

The sentinel took a few steps quickly, grabbed Lin Chengbin's body, and hurriedly made a report.

"Oh?"

Hearing that the Great Food Army was about to cross the river now, Lin Chengbin frowned. Obviously, the move of the Great Food Army was beyond Lin Chengbin's expectation. This is why I chose such a road. After all, the Amu Darya River is in the spring flood period at this time. The water is turbulent, and it is difficult for people and horses to cross. In addition, the surrounding mountains and trees are scarce, and there are almost no materials that can be used to make boats. Materials, how many boats can be assembled, even if they are transported back and forth non-stop around the clock, it will take at least ten days for an army of more than [-] to cross the Amu Darya River. It's over, this move is obviously too risky. For a while, Lin Chengbin couldn't guess what the other coach's intentions were, so he didn't rush to give an order, but gave a noncommittal soft voice, and strode towards the highest point of the mountain. go.

The Dashi Army is really preparing to cross the river. Although the sky is not completely clear, Lin Chengbin can still easily see the busy rear of the Dashi Army Camp through the binoculars. The rough boats made from tents were scattered on the riverside, and groups of food troops were busy making the final reinforcement for the boats. Large bundles of leather ropes were piled up half of the boats. Obviously, the Great Food Army did not intend to rely on these small boats to cross the whole army across the river, but planned to build several rope bridges on the Amu Darya River. There are not enough troops on the other side!
"Send an order, send a signal to the other side, all ministries are ready to fight immediately, and must smash the thief's attempt to cross the river!"

After watching for a while, Lin Chengbin was sure that the Dashi Army was really going to cross the river, and it was not designed to lure Tang Jun down the mountain for a decisive battle.

"promise!"

When Lin Chengbin gave this order, the messengers who were accompanying him did not dare to neglect them, and they agreed loudly, and hurriedly waved the two small flags in their hands, and conveyed the order to the people who were ambushing in the mountains on the other side of the river. Xiao Sanlang's department.

At the hour of the hour, the sun had already poked its head out from the top of the mountain, and the golden sunlight dispelled the mist floating on the river like a sharp sword. With the sound of a shrill horn in the Dashi army camp, nearly a hundred people who had been on standby for a long time The small boats sank into the water in unison, and the death eaters on the boat, following the sound of the chant, cut through the water surface with the rough wood pulp they had made, and crossed to the other side of the river with all their strength.

(End of this chapter)