In front of us is an endless alpine meadow, and at the end of the meadow is a criss-crossing valley.
The vultures were hovering over the valley, making one or two annoying calls from time to time; the wild wolves were howling dozens of feet away with their ears pricked up.
Night, wilderness, valley, death.
The valley is in the shape of a gourd, slightly converging on the north side and converging into shape. Two handfuls of loess pushed up next to the entrance were crowded with trembling soldiers of the Tang army. Some of them had pale faces and purple lips, leaning against the rocks in pain.
They opened their mouths and let out weak moans; some held the white wax poles in their hands and walked forward tremblingly, fighting to the death with the wolves surrounding them.
The cries and curses in the southern and northern accents were heard endlessly. They spoke in various accents and used their hometown dialects to curse the wolves, the Tubo people, the Paoze, and the cannibalistic world.
A small hole gradually opened in the depths of the sky, and a golden light shot in. As if inspired by the gods, the hole opened wider and wider, and finally transformed into a black hole the size of a five-color stone. Orange-red sunlight
He shot in without any scruples, dyeing the sky red. The red was so dazzling that Li Kuo subconsciously took out his scarred left hand and protected it in front of his eyes.
"call!"
"call!"
Rockets shot at his side, setting haystacks and piles of dead wood on fire one after another. The crimson flames danced, writing a ferocious smile. The flames burned the firewood, burned life, and vented the accumulated savings in the heart.
A long-lasting rage. The dead wood suddenly crackled and splashed with tiny sparks.
Countless Tibetans rode over on plateau horses and dragged scimitars, cutting down the exhausted Pao Ze to the ground one after another.
"Ah!" Li Kuo wanted to shout out, signaling for Pao Ze to evacuate. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound. His dry throat was like a piece of fish stuck in his throat, being slowly roasted by the charcoal fire.
"Ah!" The young man pulled away and wanted to rush forward to help Pao Ze, but found that he could not move at all. He could only watch the Tubo cavalry slaughter his brothers in front of his eyes, and helplessly watch them slaughter his brothers!
One by one, the veterans of the Tongwu camp fell down unwillingly and refused to rest in silence; each of their former comrades had their heads cut off by the Tubo people who came up to them, and built them into pagodas and temples in Beijing.
Suddenly, a monk wearing cassocks appeared from the Tibetan army. He wore a mask with a green face and fangs on his face. He stared directly at the bronze warriors and read scriptures.
"The merits of reciting the mantra are indescribable. Men, women, old and young, rich and poor, can recite it day and night, whether walking, standing, sitting or lying down." He first recited it in Tubo dialect, paused briefly, and then spoke in Tang dialect.
He repeated it once. The ancient Sanskrit sounds seemed to have magical power, and all the soldiers in the Tang Dynasty stopped resisting, grabbing the ground with their heads, and burst into tears.
The Tibetan cavalry then rode forward, chopped off their robes and heads with ease, and threw them into the merit bag.
"Let them go! Let them go! Get out of here!" The young man was almost crazy and scolded him repeatedly. But the Tibetan people couldn't hear what he was saying, and they kept laughing and harvesting their lives.
The blood dyed the dead wood and the grass red, and combined with the blood-red sky, the young man couldn't bear to look up.
His former friends and brothers seemed to be possessed by a demon, with the Tubo Buddhist monks controlling their minds and gouging out the flesh on their arms.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
"ah!"
The young man stared angrily, his hands and feet were trembling, and his lips stung like burning coals.
"Om-ma-ni-ba-mi-hum."
Suddenly the Buddhist monk took off his mask and shouted a mantra.
Through the blood-red color of the morning light, Li Kuo could clearly see the man's face.
He is clearly the Tubo demon monk from the Zhongnan Mountain Col!
"Well!"
"Well!"
The young man could not make any sound, so he could only subconsciously wave his arms and attack the Buddhist monk. But as soon as his arms were swung into the air, they seemed to be bound by a hemp rope and pulled back to their original place.
Black smoke suddenly ignited from the bodies of those who died tragically, rising and floating into the distance.
"Jab Lala!"
"Jab Lala!"
The headless corpses stood up one after another and walked slowly towards him.
"Runk! Rub!" Heads suddenly emerged from their necks, but they no longer looked like Tongwuying Paoze.
Through the wisps of black smoke, the young man could clearly see the clear bull's head, horse's face, and that ferocious smiling face.
"Don't come here, don't come here! Get away, get away!"
Fierce flames dyed the sky, and the red earth was full of tragic scenes of brothers killing each other and eating each other.
"Suddenly!" The ghosts tore off the bran from their lower bodies in a short time, revealing their true colors.
"Ah!" the young man shouted and stepped back.
Gao Xiu, Gao Xiuyan! Li Lin, Li Linfu!
These random ghosts suddenly turned into the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, Gao Xiuyan, Ge Shuhan and other Longyou generals.
They formed a square formation, divided into civil and military groups on both sides, moving in small steps.
After a while, the phalanx stopped solemnly and stood up on both sides, making way for an elderly man in golden armor.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Li Kuo could clearly see the outline of the man. He was clearly the emperor of the day, Li Longji!
The royal road was a turf stained red with blood. Li Longji slowly walked out amid the cheers of civil and military officials, stepping on the red carpet and arrogantly waving his hand.
"I came here today to ask everyone if we, the passionate men of the Tang Dynasty, can regain the old land of Hehuang for me and for the Tang Dynasty, so that the Tang Dynasty can last forever! I'm here, I saw it. You guys
They are all good, they are all my buttocks, you did not let me down!"
He straightened his rickety back and cleared his throat: "The Tubo people kidnapped me, robbed me, humiliated me, and killed my people in Longyou. Can you teach me a lesson to these ignorant barbarians? Can you help me, the people of the Tang Dynasty?
Let out a bad breath?"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The generals waved their fists and said loudly and forcefully.
"We are separated by a mountain. Can you take down the Stone Castle for me?" Li Longji nodded with satisfaction and chuckled.
"Take! Take! Take!"
"Father, once the stone fort is captured, Longyou will have no worries for fifty years!" Crown Prince Li Heng'e, with his crown and broad sleeves fluttering, Shi Shiran came out to sing and sang: "My sons and ministers congratulate my father on his great achievements for a long time, and he will be as good as Taizong."
Emperor Wen!" (Note 1)
"It's rare for you to have such filial piety." Li Longji nodded, raising the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Your Majesty, once Jiuqu is taken, Hexi will no longer have worries. Will not all generations of Hetao become my horse breeding farm in the Tang Dynasty?" Li Linfu stroked his three strands of beautiful beard and said with a bright smile.
"Thanks to the help of such a loyal minister like Lin Fu." Li Longji was very proud, but he had to put on a show.
"Sanlang, if you win this battle, how will you reward me?"
Concubine Yang descended from the sky like a fairy and leaned in Li Longji's arms.
"Oh, if the battle of Hehuang is won, my concubine should be the first to contribute!" Li Longji kissed Yang Yuhuan hard on the cheek and said: "My concubine, do you know that I rebuilt the Chi Road for you? Count the time, Lingnan
It’s time for the lychees to arrive!”
"Long live your Majesty, long live, long live your Majesty!"
"Long live your Majesty, long live, long live your Majesty!"
The chants are endless, one wave after another.
"Your Majesty, the Tongwu Camp in Longyou is besieged by the Tubo people! The general is begging for help!"
Li Kuo shouted desperately, but no one noticed him at all.
"General, I sincerely request your Majesty to send troops for assistance as soon as possible!" the young man cried, shouted, and waved his fists vigorously.
"Hey, isn't this the young gentleman who plays polo?" Yang Yuhuan seemed to recognize Li Kuo and whispered.
"Reporting to your Majesty, this man has surrendered to the enemy and is a traitorous spy. He is no longer the Mr. Li Xiaolang you know." Li Linfu cupped his hands and said slowly.
"Oh, that's it." Yang Yuhuan suddenly felt bored: "I also want to ask him to teach archery."
Li Longji was slightly angry when he heard this: "There are warriors everywhere who can shoot arrows. I will look for one for my beloved concubine in a while. But those who betray me and the Tang Dynasty must not be allowed to stay! Lin Fu, you know what to do!"
"
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Li Linfu's mouth: "I obey your order!"
The Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty made a show of respect to Gao Xiuyan, and then stood up without saying a word.
Gao Xiuyan led tens of thousands of soldiers, riding fast horses and dragging sabers and running towards him.
Zhang Yanji, Zhou Wuwei, Dou Qing, Xian Yucheng, these dead brothers fell to the ground one by one, groaning. Blood flowed out from the three-foot-long hole, staining the dead grass on the ground red.
"Woo--Woo--Woo!" A low horn sounded, and the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty rushed over and chopped down the remaining soldiers of the Tongwu Camp.
"Go to hell!" Gao Xiuyan came to his side, raised his sword, and slashed at his neck with all his strength.
"Ah!" Li Kuo woke up shouting and clearly saw the rising sun rising outside the sour paper window. Li Longji, Li Linfu, Li Heng, Yang Yuhuan, and the Tubo people were all gone. He was dreaming. It turned out that he was dreaming!
This is no longer Jiuqu, the Battle of Hehuang has already been fought!
The young man smiled bitterly and slowly stood up and put on his clothes.
Stepping lightly off the ground, the young man walked to the window, moved to the wooden support, and looked out.
I am still alive, I have gone home, I am still alive, I have gone home.
He is still alive, living in the sunshine, living in Chang'an City!
"Brother Xiao Qi, you finally woke up!" A voice like a silver bell rang suddenly, and Li Kuo felt warm in his heart.
"Guess what I made for you? A whole pot of Douchi omelettes! You left so much blood, so you need to recuperate!"
A smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he raised his hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead.
Isn’t it worth celebrating to live in the present?
At least at this moment, the young man was so happy.
Note 1: The posthumous title of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty: Great Sage of Civil and Military Affairs, Emperor Da Guangxiao.
The third volume of Qingpingle is officially open! I think it took me five or six hours to start this chapter. I currently think it is the best chapter I have ever written. It contains a lot of information and is really tiring. But we are always together, right?
The Battle of Longyou is over, Xiaoqi can take a rest, and we can take a rest. I am confident that I will write Chitang into a masterpiece like Homeland and Mo Shangxing. Do you have confidence?
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