Li Kuo stood on the high platform in front of the shed, looking at the dense head of the audience, but only felt that the nose was gradually sour. According to the detailed statistics of the brothers of Tongwuying, these Tang Min had 2,37 people in total, one more than one more person, and one more person.
Not much, one less person.
The expression on their faces was very beautiful, and they looked at themselves timidly from all angles. Li Kuo intends to evoke the self -esteem in Tang Min's bones, and he ordered the people to drag the killed Tubo corpse to the shed.
The head of more than a dozen Tubo ductive heads has been picked up by the brethren on the predicament, and it is inserted beside the pit next to the shed. Li Kuo thought that these Tang Min would be bravely stepped forward and chopped those bodies to crush.
Thick sputum. But who knows that Tang Min, when you see the blessed Tibetan pastoral and blessing in the past, there is no joy in the first place.
Dynamic, for fear that I will end like a word because I say something wrong.
Although Tang Kou is quite brutal and brutal, do you have to do not need to make artificial Wrangler work? Tubo people need to eat meat. Do you have to eat porridge for Tang Kou?
What's more?
Do not want to have merit, but do nothing. This is the experience that they have passed down from generation to generation.
Son -point, from their dad, grandma, and even father, grandma's father, grandma, they do so. As long as they are careful not to do something extraordinary, the shepherds don’t
There will be a leisurely mood to find trouble with a slave.
Li Kuo looked at these Tang Min, but felt that he was kept being pierced by his heart. He once tried to communicate with Tang Min's eyes, but found that no matter how hard he worked, these so -called Tang Min was dull like a stone.
Standing on the side, Mu Ran looked at him.
"The township party, the Tibetan people who oppressed you have been executed by us, you are free!" Li Kuo tightened his fist and said loudly.
Surprisingly, these Tang Min did not cheer, did not fight against each other, and even no sound did not make a sound!
Silent, deadly silent.
Aren't they Tangmin who was plundered by the Tubans? Why did they become like this in just dozens of years?
The teenager kept asking himself this question, but he couldn't get even a answer.
These Tang Min's skin has long been exposed to dark black due to long -term pastoral horses, but through the folds, the yellow bottom quality can be seen.
, But the immortal black is carried in the deep yellow; although the fluffy hair that looks like a grass appears yellow due to malnutrition, the foundation is the style of the Han people.
That is the black black, that is unyielding, that's the color of the night! That is the simple yellow, that is diligent, that is the color of the earth!
But why did they change their tastes? Through this body like a walking body, Li Kuo did not see a trace of soul jump at all.
Oh! The teenager suddenly felt that this feeling was so familiar, and it seemed to have encountered it. It was in the Nanshan Mountain! In the mountains of the end of the Nanshan Mountain, the expressions of those believers are so similar to them! But those believers are clearly fascinated by them.
The medicine was bewildered or even unclear, but these Tang Min was because of the cowardice in the bones!
This kind of shrinking, silence, and hurting people are even more sad!
Li Kuo jumped off the Takaitan and walked in front of Tang Min, who was more healthy, and reached out to give him the sword in his hand.
Then Tang Min saw that Li Lang pulled his knife in front of him, and his legs fell subconsciously to the ground: "Master, don't, don't come here. Master I will cut grass, I will cut me.
I ca n’t eat much food, just give me the green 稞 吃 吃 吃 吃 吃, do n’t kill me, do n’t kill me. ”
!,, 咚!
The three sullen sounds came in the air. The soldiers of Tongwuying only felt that there was a thick sputum blocked in the throat, and it was very dull.
"Holding this knife, cut a knife on the corpse!" Li Kuo mentioned the tone, and the corpses of the more than a dozen Tubo pointed at. "Cut them, you are my brother!"
That Tang Min took a bit, and finally understood that Li Kuo was going to kill him. The Tubo people can kill extra slavery to save food. Why are the brutal Tang Koulai in their mouths more civilized than them?
"Master Tang? How much can the Tibetan Master get a sword?" The Tang Min asked tentatively, his eyes were full of expectations.
Li Kuo only felt that the evil fire rose in his chest and drank: "Don't call my master. There is no master and servant here, only brothers and robes!"
"That, that ..." Seeing that he caused Master Tang to be angry, Tang Min was horrified, but he couldn't think of any other name instead of it for a while, and stomped his feet anxiously.
"This is our captain, we all call him the general!" Dou Qing hated the iron, and he threw out a word angrily.
"Will, the army?" That Tang Min tried to spell out these two monolithic words. Hey? Although this word has never said before, why is it so excited?
"Hmm!" Li Kunchang took a sigh of relief. Although Tang Min had a certain distance from his expectations, he took the most difficult first step. As long as he persisted, he had hope to evoke such a dusty mind!
The teenager's throat choked and choked: "You cut him, you are my brother's brother. What can I eat when I eat it in the future?"
Then, then
"Then, Master Tang, oh no, you can eat a few green crickets in a meal?"
"Haha, hahaha. Hahaha ..." Tang Jun burst into laughter, and the soldiers of Tongwuying were teased by him.
"He, um, General Li can eat a lot of green crickets with a meal. How much do you want, full of control! Not only that, but also fresh milk wine supply, control!"
Zhang Yanji wiped off the tears in the corner of his eyes, and encouraged it.
"Then, then, I did it! Isn't it just a few knives to go to his mother? It is no different from the killing of sheep to kill cows." That Tang Min took the knife and ran towards the corpse of the Tibetan soldier.
PS: The performance of these Tang Dynasty survivors is very similar to the underlying figures depicted by Mr. Lu Xun. Liuyun I always think that the death of the nation is directly reflected in ideology.
If you are slavered, you can only be assimilated ...
I was a bit annoying recently, but still that sentence, come on!