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Chapter 339 Chang'an Storm Chapter 135 The Battle to Establish Prestige

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    Under the command of Chen Wanrong, the artillery reorganized their formation in an orderly manner, but the Tibetan soldiers were all stunned.  They had never been on the battlefield, lacked training, and lacked adaptability. They were stunned by the stormy artillery strikes.

    Puwang struggled to accept the fact that his army suffered heavy casualties under the artillery attack. His face turned blue, he was trembling, and there was no order passed down at all.

    It only took a moment for the artillery troops to reorganize their formation. Chen Wanrong shouted: "Bows and arrows, prepare!" and rushed out.

    The artilleryman took off the bow and arrow from his back, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and pointed it at the Tibetan army.  Although Chen Wanrong is not very familiar with bows and arrows, he still bends the bow and sets an arrow. It would be a shame for himself if he didn't shoot a few arrows at this time.

    Rushing into the firing range, the artillery fired a volley of arrows, and the arrows flew straight towards the Tibetan army with a sharp whistling sound.  The arrows were like rain, and the Tubo army was stunned. After a shower of arrows, dozens more people fell off their horses.

    After receiving this round of blows, the Tubo army woke up and shouted to flee.  However, the artillery had already rushed over like the wind, and the mud splashed by the horse's hooves was like a reminder from King Yama. Seeing the artillery getting closer and closer, the Tibetan soldiers mechanically waved their weapons to meet the enemy.

    "It's a pity that Ma Shan was followed by Hengdao. The artillery offensive was fierce, like thunder. There was no way they could withstand it.  After the artillery troops rushed through, there were many more stumps and broken arms on the ground, and the blood dyed the mud red. In the evening, it looked like the ferocious face of a demon.

    Chen Wanrong waved his hand, and Wu Shaoxing led ten cavalrymen and rushed towards Puwang.  Puwang was stunned, but before he could react, Wu Shaoxing stretched out his hand and captured him alive.

    Seeing something was wrong, the remaining Tibetan soldiers beat their horses and fled.  But where can they escape?  Under the fierce pursuit of the artillery, there were countless corpses abandoned, and only a few dozen people escaped.  Even if they escaped, everyone would be injured and no one would be left intact.

    Zhuang Dachu and the others absolutely did not believe that the battle would end so quickly.  From what they thought, even if the Tang army was good at fighting, it would still be a hard fight against a thousand Tibetan soldiers. However, the fact is that the artillery was 300 against 1,000, and only two charges determined success or failure. The entire battle was completed in less than half an hour.  it's over.

    The Tibetan army was an accomplice of the slave owners, and the slaves were very angry with them. Seeing that they were in a disadvantageous situation, they were all gloating about their misfortune, and had the idea of ????beating the drowned dog. The slaves did not need to say hello, and joined the battle one after another, waving their fists at the Tibetan soldiers.  Hit him.

    Logically speaking, no matter how weak the Tibetan soldiers are, they are not something that unarmed slaves can handle. But they are so frightened by the cannon fire that they are afraid of people when they see them, so they dare not fight.  By the time the battle was over, nearly two hundred slaves had killed more than twenty Tibetan soldiers with their fists, which was a miracle.

    Chen Wanrong came with his artillery, his body stained red with blood, like a red-faced devil.  Zhuang Dachu and the others were like welcoming a hero, cheering and cheering around Chen Wanrong and saying simple words of praise.  Some slaves knelt on the ground, recited Buddhist scriptures, and thanked the Buddha for appearing and sending them such a capable army.

    From now on, Zhuang Dachu and the others have great confidence in the Tang Army. In their minds, the Tang Army is omnipotent!

    Three hundred against one thousand, the battle ended in such a short period of time. This is a miracle in itself, and is rare in the history of war.

    "Zhuang Dachu, I'll leave it to you to clean up the battlefield. Remember, pick up all the weapons, they are still useful." Chen Wanrong ordered.

    Zhuang Dachu responded happily and took his slaves to clean the battlefield.

    Chen Wanrong then came to check the casualties. Two people died. One was shot in the throat by Leng's arrow, and the other had his neck cut off by Leng's knife. They were so unlucky.  Five had broken arms and about twenty had minor injuries.

    There are too many uncontrollable factors on the battlefield. It is impossible to avoid death or injury.  To achieve the result of annihilating thousands of enemies at such a small cost, this kind of casualty ratio is rare in the history of war.

    The reason why such results were achieved was not only because the artillery was good at fighting, well-trained, and equipped with advanced equipment, but also because the Tibetan army was not well-trained, and fighting them was no different from massacre.  The most important point is that Puwang is an idiot and has no talent for adapting to emergencies. If someone with a little bit of brains were to take command, the battle would not be so easy.

    After thinking about it for a while, Chen Wanrong came to the conclusion: "This battle can be a show of force, but it cannot be praised!"

    Although Chen Wanrong issued an order not to survive, more than 300 Tibetan soldiers were still captured. Under the orders of the artillery, they stood on the open ground. Everyone was dejected and lifeless.

    In Wang Zhongsi?Remind: "General, although this is a good thing, there are also hidden dangers. With more people, there will be more things. Besides, these slaves are like headless flies and do everything in a swarm, which is very detrimental to us."

    "Blessings come from misfortunes, and misfortunes come from blessings. This is absolutely true.  There are people and supplies, which is a great thing, but the slaves need someone to take care of them.

    Chen Wanrong pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Wang Zhongsi, I have an idea, do you think it will work?" Chen Wanrong whispered in Wang Zhongsi's ear for a while.

    Wang Zhongsi nodded and praised: "General, this is a brilliant idea!"

    Immediately, someone called Zhuang Dachu, and Chen Wanrong asked him: "Zhuang Dachu, do you want to serve as a soldier and eat the emperor's food?"

    Zhuang Dachu didn't understand what he heard. He touched his forehead and rolled his eyes. He was stunned for a while and then said: "General, if you have something to say, just say it. I don't understand what you mean."

    "Answer me honestly, do you want to be a soldier and eat the royal rations? I'm straightforward enough." Chen Wanrong repeated.

    Zhuang Dachu still didn¡¯t answer: ¡°I haven¡¯t thought about it.¡±

    "It doesn't matter if you haven't thought about it. Just think about it now. I'll give you some tea time to think about it." Chen Wanrong did not urge him to answer immediately.

    Zhuang Dachu smiled and said: "General, do you need to think about it? Of course I do, but I am a slave. Even if I want to, who wants me?"

    "A slave is just an object in the eyes of the slave owner. He has no freedom and no property. Zhuang Dachu has never thought about this in his life, so he was so stunned.

    Chen Wanrong¡¯s answer made Zhuang Dachu absolutely unexpected: ¡°I want it!¡±

    "Reallyreally?" Zhuang Dachu was so surprised that his eyes fell out: "General, are you kidding?"

    The smile on Chen Wanrong's face faded, and he said seriously: "Can we joke about such a big thing? The Tang Dynasty is different from Tubo. In the Tang Dynasty, there is no difference in race or origin. As long as you work for the Tang Dynasty,  You are from the Tang Dynasty!"

    The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty was very attractive to slave owners. However, the most attractive thing about the Tang Dynasty to slaves like Zhuang Dachu was freedom and equality.  There were no slaves or racial discrimination in the Tang Dynasty. As long as you were talented, you would be promoted. It was a paradise in the eyes of slaves.

    These are the consequences of Tang Taizong's policy of equal treatment of all ethnic groups.  It is precisely because all nations are equal and only value talent, character and loyalty, and nothing else.  Only then could there be famous generals from ethnic minorities such as Ge Shuhan and Gao Xianzhi, and of course An Lushan's rebellion.

    "General, I am willing, please accept me!" Zhuang Dachu, who understood, was so excited that he shed tears, his voice trembling.

    What Zhuang Dachu didn't expect was that what Chen Wanrong said next made him almost go crazy with joy. What Chen Wanrong said was: "I don't want you to be a soldier, but I want you to be a general!" (To be continued,  If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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