Is this the rhythm of fishing with Li Laoer? Li Jing, are you brave and have sex?

His eyes swept over the calm Li Shimin, and then looked at Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Li Chengqian who had no unexpected performance seemed to understand something.

"Father, these should be discussed in advance, right?"

Li Shimin waved his hand calmly and glanced at Li Chengqian with a very contemptuous look: "How can everything be discussed in advance on the battlefield? I am just setting a major direction with you uncles in advance. Other things are all based on adapting to changes."

Well, it's very good.

This pretending caught me off guard.

But what can be arrogant about an emperor who was beaten to his doorstep by foreign races?

Looking at the past five thousand years, although such emperors cannot be said to be rare, there are not many!

However, for the sake of his own leg, Li Chengqian did not dare to express his true thoughts and touched his nose: "The father's achievements in war and his martial arts are extraordinary. Even if he has been practicing for decades, he will not be as good as his son."

"Yes." Li Shimin enjoyed such flattery and nodded constantly while stroking his short beard under his jaw.

Fortunately, the great imperialist leader did not forget to fight and was lost in the favor for a moment and came back to his senses: "Okay, stop talking, let's step back and see how Father taught the Jie Lippi."

What do you think of Li Shimin’s military talent? It’s actually very ordinary.

Li Chengqian squatted behind Changsun Wuji, listening to the old man who was placing troops there, Chai Shao had 10,000 troops defending the left wing, Hou Jun gathered 10,000 troops defending the right wing, and Duan Zhixuan had 10,000 troops in the center to support him.

Li Chengqian thought he could hear something extraordinary, such as someone who was ambushing wherever he was, and someone who was receiving him, and heard three cannons at the same time.

As a result, after listening for a long time, I felt lonely and depressed, and couldn't help but whisper: "This is over? If that's the case, I can do it too!"

When Changsun Wuji heard his complaint, he turned his head and smiled and said, "Does Chengqian think your father's arrangement is too simple?"

"Isn't it?" Li Chengqian curled his lips: "If it were me, he would send someone to cut off the Wei River at this time. When the Turks were halfway through the attack, they would suddenly blow up the dam and flood the seven armies. Then the 50,000 troops took the opportunity to cover up and capture Jie Li in one fell swoop."

Changsun Wuji nodded and shook his head again: "Not to mention that your father is only responsible for formulating strategies, not for how to fight in detail. Even if your father really commands the battle personally, how do you think the Wei River, which is several feet wide, should be cut off in just half a day? Even if you can cut off the Wei River, the Turks are not fools, can't they find that the river water suddenly decreases?

What's more, Chang'an is surrounded by plains and cannot store water at all. The method of stopping the flow you mentioned is simply not working."

Li Chengqian also felt that his thoughts were a bit novice, but he didn't want to give up: "Then you can use other methods, such as sneak attacks or something."

"Chengqian, the key to the reason why strange strategies are called strange strategies is that they are not common. In most cases, in marching and fighting, they still fight head-on with a dignified army. Take this war for example. In fact, the gunpowder you buried before is considered strange strategies, and the rest is mainly due to the lives of the soldiers."

Well, it seems that I really don’t have any military talent at all, so I’d better be the emperor in the future.

The book is brief, and most of the day passes by.

In the afternoon, hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides of the Wei River lined up across the river and stood on the newly built high platform. Li Chengqian could clearly see the Turkic camp that was black and invisible on the other side of the river, and countless ladders in front of the camp.

Yes, it is a ladder, a ladder that is several meters long, and a ladder that has not even been peeled off from the bark.

I have to say that the environment in the Tang Dynasty is good.

In later generations, even if you give the Turks a month, they would never have made so many wooden ladders.

Woo...

The dull horn sound came from the other side of the river, and teams of Turkic soldiers began to come out.

At the same time, Li Chengqian, who was standing behind Lao Li, clearly saw that the Tang soldiers in front of the formation bent down.

Juzhangnu, the most powerful single-soldier long-range weapon in ancient times, can shoot at a distance of up to 320 steps.

At this time, thousands of crossbows had been pulled open in front of the Tang Dynasty's military formation and would send a life-threatening blow at any time.

Woo woo...

Dongdong....

The sound of horns and war drums suddenly accelerated.

The battle begins instantly.

Amid the shouts, the Turkic soldiers were like locusts passing through the border, rushing towards the south bank of the Wei River like a tide, facing the arrows falling from the sky, paving the way forward with their flesh and blood.

The tragic tragedy of cold weapons combat was revealed in front of Li Chengqian for the first time, and life became like grass at this moment.

Soon, the first wooden ladder hit the sides of the river bank heavily, then the second and third ones...

A wooden ladder quickly formed an attack passage for the Turks on the river surface. Countless Turks flocked to the south bank of the Wei River, stepping on the bodies of their companions.

Li Chengqian had never fought a war, nor did he go to the battlefield. His greatest achievement in his previous life was that he had a group fight with the next class in high school. There were more than twenty people in total. The fight, which was considered a heavy weapon with a table leg, was not even a child playing house.

The fight continued, and when Li Chengqian watched more and more Turkic people rush through the Wei River, he couldn't help but feel anxious: "Father, is it almost done?"

"It's still far from the gap. There are less than five thousand people, and it's not as good as the bones."

Five thousand?

Li Chengqian did not want to question Li Laoer's professionalism.

But, is there really so many 5,000 people? Because Mao felt that the entire river bank was occupied by the Turks.

Seeing that Li Chengqian seemed to be confused, Li Jing added from the side: "The prince does not need to worry. The Turks are still in the temptation stage, and they should not be too hasty."

This is still a test?

Seeing that the Tang army had begun to fight with the Turks in close combat and fighting each other, Li Chengqianci had a deeper understanding of the situation without taking charge of the troops.

Flesh and blood splash, shouts, screams, and weapons hitting.

Li Chengqian clearly saw that a soldier from the Tang Dynasty smashed his head with a chain as big as a fist, and then the Turkic soldier was stabbed through the neck by another soldier from the Tang Dynasty.

As more and more Turkic soldiers rushed across the river bank, the Tang Dynasty soldiers arranged on the front battlefield also changed from advantage to disadvantage, and their formation was constantly squeezed.

Seeing the Tang soldiers in front of him falling down, Li Chengqian finally couldn't help it and pulled Li Shimin's sleeve: "Father, don't we have thunder in our palms? Use it quickly, blow those bastards to death and save our people from the front."

"Don't worry, wait a little longer, and if Jie Li doesn't pay any more, he won't take out real capital."

Li Shimin squinted his eyes, his face calm and his tone was as simple as saying something to eat at night.
Chapter completed!