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Unfortunately, after the outbreak of the Battle of Weishui, the Turks went south in a large scale, burning, looting and committing all kinds of crimes!
This happy little family also failed to escape the tragic fate of family ruin, and the only one who survived was Gongsun Jian!
It was the son who came in time and rescued him from the Turkic sword.
From then on, he swears to stay by Lin Xuan's side to the death, and asks his son to teach him martial arts. He studies military strategies every day, and the wind, frost, rain and snow never stop every day!
He believes that only when he is strong, he will finally have a chance for revenge!
Now this opportunity finally arrived!
How could he not be ecstatic!
The other people also felt that the young master's words were very reasonable, and the memory of the Weishui battle three years ago came back to their hearts, and everyone felt very heavy.
Yeah, it's been three years.
It's time to avenge the bloody revenge owed by the Turks!
Everyone clenched their fists and said in unison, sonorous and passionate: "Young master, we are all ready, please give me your orders! I will wait until death!"
Lin Xuan looked at the excited brothers, and said emotionally: "Brothers, destroy the Turks and avenge our revenge! We will win this battle!"
"We must win! We must win! We must win!" The heart-wrenching rhetoric of the people reverberated in the basement for a long time.
All the pre-war preparations were going on in an intense and orderly manner, and Lin Xuan arranged them in an orderly manner.
. . . . . . .
Two days later in the morning.
Lin Xuan and Li Lizhi are having breakfast in the hall.
Suddenly, the guard Feilang walked in, pressing down a barbaric foreigner in an ordinary gray shirt.
"My lord, we discovered this sneaky man during our patrol, he is a Turkic man."
"When we escorted him back, we encountered a small group of Turkic dead soldiers. There were more than 20 people in total."
"After a lot of fighting, all the survivors bit their tongues and took poison and committed suicide. We only brought him back!"
"Please show me, my lord."
The guard Feilang threw the dying Turkic prisoner on the ground and reported respectfully.
"what?"
"Turkic barbarians!"
Li Lizhi stood up in shock, her eyes wide open.
The Turks entered the territory of the Tang Dynasty so quickly!
How come so fast!
It seems that the war is about to start soon!
What can we do with this battle?
Turks are not third-rate barbarians like Tuyuhun!
They are grassland nomads, with sturdy war horses, living on the grassland for generations, very brave and fierce!
Every time the Turks invaded the border of the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty had to invest several times its troops to resist the Turkic army!
Since the Battle of Weishui, our army strength in Datang has always been weaker than that of the Turks. Even if brother Xuan solved the urgent need for military rations, this battle will be less victorious and more defeated!
Will the royal father let her go for a kiss?
After a few days, when the people sent by the emperor come, it will probably be clear.
"Changge, don't panic! This person is dying, don't be afraid." Lin Xuan comforted him lightly.
"Take it to the firewood room for interrogation!" Lin Xuan's cold eyes swept over the Turkic man, and said coldly.
"Okay!" The guard Feilang reported respectfully.
Lin Xuan immediately walked with them to the firewood room.
Seeing this, Li Lizhi also followed.
Lin Xuan hurriedly stopped him, and said coldly: "Changge, the interrogation and torture are very bloody, so don't come with me."
"Yes...but..." Li Lizhi hesitated to speak, but nodded in compromise and said, "Yes, Brother Xuan, Changge is not going."
Li Lizhi went back to her room after speaking.
Lin Xuan followed, and still had someone take the Turkic prisoner to the underground secret room.
"What do you want to do when you enter our territory of Tang Dynasty?" Lin Xuan stared at the Turkic prisoner coldly, with majesty and awe-inspiring aura.
The guard Feilang immediately picked up an iron thorn whip and walked slowly in front of the Turkic prisoner.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
"Tell me, what are you doing here in Datang? Don't tell me I'll make your life worse than death!"
Flying Wolf picked up the iron thorn whip, and slapped the prisoner fiercely!
He hated this Turkic barbarian to the core!
Three years ago, his wife and daughter were bullied to death by Turkic people during the Battle of Weishui. Turkic people are simply beasts!
The deep-seated hatred of humiliation, the hatred of killing his wife and seizing his daughter, are irreconcilable!
He swore that he would kill all the Turks in his life!
Never die!
"Speak or not?!"
Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Feilang's face immediately became resentful, he slapped a few times, and lashed hard again!
"Your Great Tang will be wiped out by our Turkic army sooner or later!"
"This time, we will definitely snatch all the women from your Tang Dynasty, and kill all the men!"
"Just wait, you will all die by then!"