Sejila Mountain, belonging to the Nyainqentanglha Mountains, is the dividing zone between eastern and central and western Tibet in later generations, and is also the watershed between the Niyang River Basin and the Parlung Zangbo River.
Climbing to the pass of Sejila Mountain, you can watch the sunrise, the sea of clouds, the endless forest sea, and the majestic beauty of Namjagbarwa Peak in the distance.
This is the holy land of Bon religion and one of the four sacred mountains in Tibet in later generations.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hooves on the silent mountain road broke the tranquility of the mountains.
Looking from a distance, thousands of cavalry are like a rolling torrent, and the black mass is blowing towards the Sejila Mountain Pass as fast as a dark cloud.
As soon as they reached the mountain pass, the leader lifted the reins, and the war horse under him raised its hooves and neighed toward the sky. The man and horse immediately stopped steadily.
If anyone saw him, they would be surprised by his superb riding skills.
After a proper pause, the leader raised his hand, and the thousands of cavalry flying behind also stopped firmly.
If someone who knows how to march sees it, they will definitely admire this well-trained cavalry.
The leader seemed accustomed to such behavior, and his attention was instead attracted by the majestic mountains.
The top of the mountain in the distance is covered with white snow and the mist is boiling, making it look like a fairyland.
Near the mountains, azaleas are all over the mountains and fields, red, white... all kinds of purple.
Although some azaleas have begun to wither, the glory of their recent past can still be seen.
The leader turned over and dismounted with an elegant posture, then raised his mask and took a closer look. Isn't this Zhongyi Hou Yang Fan?
Songzhou City is nearly a thousand kilometers away from Sejila Mountain. Yang Fan was still in Songzhou City two days ago. How could he appear here now?
It turned out that Changsun Chong went forward to propose a plan to Hou Junji, and asked the forward battalion to jointly attack Gar Qinling Zanzhuo's troops.
For some unknown reason, Gar Qinling Zanzhuo led his army to turn around and retreat the next day.
Because Gar Qinling Zanzhuo marched in a controlled manner and took cover alternately, Hou Junji could only watch the Tibetan army withdraw from the direction of Tuyuhun.
In order to eliminate the last remaining Tibetan forces, the unwilling Hou Junji ordered Yang Fan, who was stationed in the Songzhou City area, to lead the Zuoying Battalion to take a detour to block the retreat of the Tibetan army.
Because the Tibetan army was mainly made up of cavalry and retreated very quickly, in order to reach Luoche City before Gar Qinling Zandhuo, Yang Fan had to let more than 3,000 soldiers from the Zuoying camp ride day and night, in order to cut off the Tibetan army.
retreat.
After all, once Ranggar Qinling Zandhuo leads his army from Luoche City into the grassland, he will not be able to catch up even if he wants to.
However, the total distance from Songzhou City to Luoxue City was nearly 2,000 kilometers. The soldiers of Zuoying had been running non-stop for two days and two nights. This is why Yang Fan appeared in Sejila Mountain.
Fortunately, Yang Fan invented horseshoes, otherwise these horses might have run away long ago!
Generals Zhai Changsun, Su Dingfang, Wang Xiaojie and other generals saw Yang Fan stopped and quickly stepped forward and asked: "General, why did you stop?"
Yang Fan waved his hand and said: "Let the troops camp where they are."
As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but drift to the majestic mountains, the towering Sejila Mountain. Looking down, the sea of flowers was gorgeous and dazzling;
Looking into the distance, the rolling mountains are lush and lush. The azaleas struggling to squeeze out among the layers of green trees are like clusters of burning torches that light up the silent mountains. They are so elegant and so moving.
, so romantic.
The mountains contain a spiritual energy, filled with a watery charm, depicting wisps of red scenery.
Under this all-round visual impact, Yang Fan couldn't help but marvel at the unparalleled magic of nature.
No wonder Sejila Mountain has become an unforgettable tourist destination for future generations.
At this time, it was difficult for Yang Fan to express how elegant and refined the azaleas among the snow-capped mountains and clear waters were.
There are not only snow embellishments here, but also the shy appearance of azaleas in the ice and snow. The azaleas hidden in the deep mountains and forests seem to have a sense of mystery.
The agility of the water, the height of the mountains, and the mystery of silence make people mesmerized.
This made Yang Fan feel relaxed and happy, and he also had mixed feelings in his heart. His admiration arose spontaneously. This is the great river and mountain of China.
After making arrangements, Su Dingfang and others stopped to look into the distance. Seeing Yang Fan's intoxicated expression, they couldn't help but be puzzled: "General, what's so special about this mountain?"
Although the mountains are majestic and extraordinary, they shouldn’t be so lingering!
Yang Fan did not answer, but murmured to himself: "I'm just feeling a little emotional. Such beautiful scenery reminds me of a poem."
Su Dingfang perked up at these words: "Oh? Can I let the general admire it?"
Gu Li
Su Dingfang can be called a Confucian general. Not only did he read a lot of military strategies, but he also read a lot of poetry and classics. Of course, he was a young man of letters.
What's more, Yang Fan has always been known as a talented person, and his literary talents are spread throughout Guanzhong. Of course, Su Dingfang wants to see him.
Zhai Changsun and Wang Xiaojie also looked forward to it. They were deeply impressed by Yang Fan's bravery, and after all, they had not seen it before in terms of literary talent!
Looking at the expectant eyes of everyone, Yang Fan smiled bitterly, it seemed that he was going to be a copycat again!
However, there is no burden if the poems stolen a thousand years later are stolen by me.
After all, being a literary copywriter is not a one-time thing. The author of the poem has not been born yet, so Yang Fan doesn't have any burden on his heart.
Besides, you can not only show off your cool, but also make your subordinates worship you wholeheartedly, so why not do it?
I saw Yang Fan walking to the wind outlet, his deep voice echoing in the wind.
Thousands of feet of melting peaks tower into the purple sky, and fairy bridges are built in poor places along the road.
Looking up, the blue stars are close, and looking down, the world of mortals is far away.
Luocu Mountain is dotted with low green spots, and the line drags far away and the water is white.
The old juniper branches at the gate are difficult to grow, and the pine leaves cannot be carved in the extremely cold weather.
It's only the beginning of autumn and the frost has already fallen, and every spring the snow disappears.
The old nun of Eryan often holds a needle, and the Zen monk spends the summer lazily shaking his fan.
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Su Dingfang was instantly lost in the scene of Yang Fan's poem.
Even Wang Xiaojie and the gangsters couldn't help but show fascination.
Looking at the Buddhist temple in the distance, Yang Fan was filled with many emotions unconsciously.
How cruel is it that such beautiful rivers and mountains have been lost in the long history of war and iron horses.
You must know that in later generations, most of Tubo was also part of Greater China, and Yang Fan did not want to kill too many people.
Although Huasha has a long heritage, it has experienced too much internal strife.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan lost interest and turned around and asked: "What is your ideal? Is the war just for making achievements?"
The generals fell into silence. They traveled thousands of miles to the mountains and were not afraid of all obstacles and difficulties. Is it really just for wealth and glory, to have a wife and a son?
It took a long time before Su Dingfang and the others raised their heads: "The general's vision is narrow and he is a little confused. What ideals does the general have?"
Yang Fan pondered for a while, and then said firmly: "I just want to do my best to make the sun never set on the land of the empire, so that the people of the Tang Dynasty will no longer be bullied by foreigners..."
As he spoke, before the sonorous words were finished, Yang Fan got on his horse and his figure gradually faded away:
"I will go to the front to investigate first..."
Su Dingfang and others were stunned on the spot, a little lost.
Can there really be an empire on which the sun never sets?
If we can really build such an empire, how heroic and proud it will be...
The few people looked at each other, and a heroic feeling suddenly rose in their hearts.
Even if the road ahead may be full of thorns and bumps, so what?
If a man is willing to live long enough to serve his country, as long as he lives up to his conscience, why not go crazy for a while?
Thinking of this, several people raised their whips and roared, riding their horses to chase Yang Fan's back...
Ahead were boundless mountains and ridges, but their steps became more determined and powerful!
They stand on the towering mountains and see further...