The next day, on August 30th, it is cloudy, so it is advisable to travel and sacrifices are prohibited. A strong wind comes from the northwest, bringing up thousands of snow on the Wei River, surging waves against the shore, and rushing and rushing.

To the north of the Wei River, a huge ox horn sounded, and the sound spread for ten miles, the black was soaring and melodious, and the Turkic iron hooves were advancing all the way. Jie Li Khan had a horse under his crotch, and a horse was wearing a scholar's uniform next to him. It was Wang Lingyun, who had a face as beautiful as jade.

South of the Wei River, powerful men bravely beat the drums of the snare, thunderously urging people to advance. Li Shimin's face was like quiet water, and he rode lightly dust, followed by ten thousand murderous Xuanjia Army, and behind him were 30,000 infantrymen ready to go.

Swords and weapons are like peaks, flags are waving, and the world is filled with solemn and slaughtering.

The north wind was blowing, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the two ethnic groups advanced slowly. Finally, they all saw each other, looking at each other from a distance across a river.

"It's about to start!" Han Yue stood in the woods south of the Wei River. He felt a little emotional and a little nervous. Since he came through the Tang Dynasty, this is the first time he has experienced the war scenes.

The Weishui Alliance, I hope the historical records are correct!

Yesterday, he was dancing fish and dragons all night, and he was fighting against a family in the Central Army's tent. Although he knew what the history was going, he still felt oppressed in his real experience.

Han Yue reached into his arms and took out a pair of thick telescopes. He made this thing himself, and the lenses were exchanged from the system, but assembled them by himself. There was no way, the exchange of finished products was too expensive. In order to develop the red cannon, he had already emptied his assets, and now there was no inventory in the system.

The effect of the crude telescope is very poor. He can barely see the faces within half a mile. He put the telescope in front of him and stared at the movements on the banks of the Wei River.

But I saw a bridge flying north and south above the river. The bridge was built with white stones, like a giant dragon standing in the water. Li Shimin was far away, and only Gao Shilian, Fang Xuanling and other six people were followed behind him. He was actually a general unused. Jie Li seemed to be laughing at the sky, and also waved his hand to stop. He also brought six horses to the bridge.

Two great powers in this world, the kings of both sides met on the same bridge.

The north wind blew, sending some sounds faintly to the riverside. Han Yue listened with all his might, and heard a little intermittently.

Li Shimin roared loudly and accused Jie Li of betrayal. This was true in history. In order to prevent the Turks from attacking Jinyang, Li Yuan once formed Turkic khans. He even swears with the Khan of the Turkic Khan in the previous generation. The Turkic people borrowed troops from the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty gave them annual offerings.

"Jie Li, are you in vain for the alliance?" Li Shimin shouted and pointed to the sky and said, "I had raised an army and formed an alliance with the Turks, and agreed that our Tang Dynasty and the grassland will be brothers for generations. What courage do you have? You actually invaded the Central Plains!"

Jie Li laughed loudly and said arrogantly: "My grassland is barren and does not produce food. This year's cold winter is harsh. The tribe lacks food and clothing, so he can only take it from the Tang Dynasty..."

Li Shimin shouted angrily: "Don't you ask for it, do you think the butcher knife in my hand is not good?"

Jie Li's eyes flashed with fierce light and he shouted, "I, Turks, also have millions of heroic soldiers."

This seems to be about to break down! But Fang Xuanling and others were not nervous when they rolled their eyelids, and the several Turkic strategists on the opposite side were not worried.

As an emperor, whether Li Shimin's harshness or Jie Li's arrogance is for ordinary soldiers to see. If he really did not speak out in a war, he would have been really good at it.

Hundreds of thousands of Turkic soldiers did not attack, and the guards of the Tang Dynasty did not draw their swords toward each other. The emperors of the two families met on the bridge, which was doomed to be unable to fight the war.

Since the fight is not started, there is a peace talk. This kind of thing is the responsibility of the strategist. After pretending, the two emperors forced each other to stop, looked at each other, and suddenly laughed. The rest depends on how the strategists compete.

Wang Lingyun slowly stepped forward and said lightly: "I, Turkic, sent million troops, and consumed countless troops, horses, food and grass. If we want to withdraw, the Tang Dynasty would need to compensate 1 million dan of military rations and 300,000 pieces of silk, and tea cakes, salt and iron, slaves..."

Fang Xuanling stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "I once heard that Wang had a son named Lingyun. His twelve-year-old poems spread throughout the world. I always admonished my family to take you as the basis. Unfortunately, I was wrong. I didn't expect that Mr. Lingyun was a person who was born to the clan. If my child imitated you, my family's ancestors would not forgive me... You were born in the Tang Dynasty, and the blood of the Han people flowed in your bones. I didn't expect that he would be more cruel than a foreigner. One million harbors of food, 300,000 pieces of silk, and tea cakes, salt and iron, and slaves? The Wang family, you have a big appetite."

Wang Lingyun looked calm. He looked at Fang Xuanling for a long time and suddenly smiled, saying, "The wheel of history is rolling. The predecessors should always give way to future generations. Fang Xiang is old and has a little confused. Why not talk about it if he changes to a young man?"

Fang Xuanling chuckled and said with some meaning: "I am older, so I have a gentle temper. If a young handsome man came over, I'm afraid Mr. Ling Yun would not be able to resist."

His words were very meaningful, and the counselors from the Tang Dynasty all chuckled evilly. Gao Shilian said, "I heard that Master Lingyun used to be more arrogant than the top, but he suffered a few losses from the Marquis of Jingyang several times. Do you want to talk to another young man? Could it be that he wants to find a place?"

Wang Lingyun's face turned cold and said coldly: "Where is Han Yue, let him come out. You are ignorant and do not deserve to confront me."

This is arrogant enough, but the negotiations are about using this momentum to suppress people. Jie Li Khan laughed and said, "Well, Mr. Lingyun is a genius in the world. You and the old ministers of the Han people are really not enough."

Li Shimin immediately responded to the tit-for-tat and smiled: "Khan's words are really ridiculous. Can the title of genius in the world be said to be random? If your Lingyun strategist is also considered a genius, then there are even more strange people under my command." He mocked several words, and suddenly turned around and shouted loudly: "The Marquis of Jingyang is here for me to let Jie Li Khan see the heroic figures of my Tang Dynasty, so that he would not understand what is the real natural magic show and what is the real natural genius."

The strong wind whistled, delivering Li Shimin's voice from afar. Han Yue rolled his eyelids and had no choice but to stuff the telescope into his arms. A general next to him raised his arms with force and sent him to a donkey.

Why donkey?

Han Yue can’t ride a horse!

This day was really eye-catching. The river was surging and the north wind was cold. But I saw a handsome young man riding a donkey and walking out of the woods by the Weishui River.

The donkey's hooves were whispering lightly, and hundreds of thousands of people on both sides of the strait gathered, but the wind blew the boy's clothes and his long black hair fluttered and danced. He was not a warrior, but he had a high spirit.

Cheng Yaojin looked from afar, suddenly grinned and praised, "It's worthy of being born with a magical look. I, old Cheng, admires me, and I will give my own child one in the future."

"Shut up!" Qin Qiong beside him had a blue face, his niece Luo Jinger looked worried, with tears in his eyes. Although he, as his uncle, didn't like Han Yue, was worried about love and the underworld.

On August 30, a young man rode a donkey from the Wei River, and was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of swords and soldiers, and walked in a daze.

The historical trend cannot be changed, and a little abnormality has appeared.
Chapter completed!