The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

Lun Qinling frowned and looked at the casualties counted by the soldiers, feeling annoyed.

There were three raids, causing far more casualties than Lun Qinling expected.

Chapter 320 Useless people can be discarded

Li Bandao's soldiers raided three times, injuring 4000 Tubo soldiers and killing [-].

You must know that Li Broadband's team has only 1000 people, and these 1000 people have killed four times as many people as themselves.

This record is enough to be a god for an ordinary general.

Lun Qinling was frowning, he really didn't know how to solve Tubo's plight.

The raiding force led by Li Kuan is not only powerful, but also the soldiers are too powerful.

Slaughtering the Tubo army is as simple as eating and drinking.

The most important thing is that the soldiers in Tubo no longer have the will to fight, and some people in the army are even planning to escape.

When marching and fighting, once you have the intention to retreat, you will lose most of it.

At this moment, a broken corpse trampled by a horse's hoof stood up and walked behind Lun Qinling.

The limbs of the corpse were crushed and could only be suspended in the air.

Lun Qinling was considering how to deal with Datang when an old voice came from behind him.

"On the general, I'm fine, I don't want to be sad."

Lun Qinling turned his head subconsciously, saw the corpse with bloody limbs, backed up a few steps in fright, and then yelled in doubt.

"Are you a great sage?"

The corpse nodded, and Lun Qinling was relieved, and hurried up and said.

"Great Sage, our Tubo army has suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, we can only return to Tubo."

"If you don't have a good solution, let's go back. Li Kuan is too powerful. With him, Datang is indestructible."

The great sage sighed slightly when he heard Lun Qinling's words.

"This is the last corpse. If I am killed again, I will have no chance to be resurrected."

"What you said is true. Li Kuan's strength is far beyond my imagination. Even if I am resurrected now, I am not sure to defeat him, or even resist him,"

Lun Qinling, who originally held a glimmer of hope, completely despaired.

The great sage's corpses were used up, and even the great sage, who had always been confident, lost his confidence, and everything fell into a deadlock.

The great sage is the trump card against the masters of the Tang Dynasty. This time, he will rely on the great sage to lead the battle, so he is not afraid of other masters. Besides, the great sage is the spiritual pillar of the army. If even the first Tubo warrior is dead , How could the other soldiers there have the courage to attack Datang.

Going back home, withdrawing from Tubo, and announcing the failure of this attack is already a certainty.

But at this point, Lun Qinling was unwilling to give up.

He managed to sit on the position of commander-in-chief, won the trust of Songtsen Gampo with great difficulty, and failed to attack the Tang Dynasty with a fighting force several times stronger than the enemy. If this matter spread to Tubo, Lunqinling would be ruined.

The Great Sage plays an extremely important role here.

As long as there are enough corpses, the great sage will not die, and his strength will continue to increase. Sooner or later, he will defeat Li Kuan.

Thinking of this, Lun Qinling looked at the great sage with determination in his eyes and said.

"Great sage, I don't want to retreat. If I don't capture Datang, I will die if I go back. Instead of dying in humiliation after returning, it is better to fight. If it succeeds, we can include Datang in our hands. I think Qinling His name can also be remembered through the ages."

Hearing this, the Great Sage narrowed his eyes and asked with a strange smile on his face.

"On the general, if you don't want to retreat, I have a solution, but are you willing to pay the price?"

General Lun nodded and said firmly.

"Great Sage, as long as I can save your life, as long as I can conquer Datang in the future, no matter what the cost, I am willing to do it, even if I bear the infamy, I will not hesitate."

This is what the great sage was waiting for. Seeing that Lun Qinling was so firm, the smile on the great sage's face became brighter, and he pretended to be sad and sighed.

"General, you also know that the reason why I can't continue to be resurrected is because there are not enough corpses. If I have enough corpses, then there is no need to worry."

Lun Qinling nodded and said.

"Great Sage, the villages on the border of the Tang Dynasty have been emptied, no one can slaughter us, we can't get corpses."

Hearing what Lun Qinling said, the great sage's face turned cold, he squinted his narrow eyes, and stared at Lun Qinling like a poisonous snake, and he didn't speak until Lun Qinling was so stared at.

"On the general, do you really want to find a body for me?"

Lun Qinling nodded quickly.

"of course it's true!"

The great sage sneered.

"Since you are sincere, I believe you can find the body for me, and there is no need to talk about the rest."

Lun Qinling was silent, he knew the meaning of the great sage's words, and selected a group of people from the Tubo soldiers, and then these people were tortured by the great sage to make them into qualified corpses.

The Tibetan witchcraft is strange and weird. It is often practiced by the practitioners to refine medicine with human body, and torment their own family members. It is no burden for the great sage.

But Lun Qinling is different, he is a general, and the soldiers are his subordinates, follow him through life and death, go to battle to kill the enemy, if he is sent to the great sage to torture him, he will not be in the bottom of his heart.