In front of you is an endless mountain meadow, and at the end of the meadow is an interlaced valley.
The vulture was hovering over the valley, making an annoying sound or two; the wild wolf was pricking his ears and howled dozens of feet away.
Night, wilderness, valley, death.
The valley was in a gourd shape, slightly closed on the north side, and formed. Two pieces of loess next to the entrance of the valley were pushed up, crowding with trembling Tang soldiers. Some of them had pale faces, their lips were blue and purple, and they were painfully leaning against the rocks.
He grinned and let out a faint moan of flies; some of them took the ash pole in their hands and walked forward tremblingly, fighting desperately with the wolves surrounding them.
There were endless crying and cursing. They spoke in various accents, cursing the wolves in the dialects of their hometown, cursing the Tubo people, cursing the robes, and cursing the world of people-eating.
A small hole gradually cracked in the depths of the sky, and a golden shiny light immediately shot in. It seemed to be inspired by the gods. The crack became bigger and bigger, and finally it transformed into a black hole the size of a five-color stone. The orange-red sunlight
He ejaculated in without hesitation, dyeing the sky red. The red red was so dazzling that Li Kuo subconsciously pulled out his scarred left hand to protect his presence.
"call!"
"call!"
Rockets shot to his side, igniting haystacks and piles of dead trees. The red flames leaped, writing a hideous smile. The flames burned firewood, burned life, and venting the accumulation in his heart.
After a long fury, the dead trees immediately crackled and splashed out sparks.
Countless Tubo people rode on plateau horses and dragged their scimitars all the way, chopping down their exhausted robes to the ground.
"Ah!" Li Kuo was about to shout and signaled his robe to evacuate. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any sound. His dry throat seemed to be blocked with a fish thorn, slowly being roasted by charcoal fire.
"Ah!" The young man pulled up and rushed forward to help his robes, but found that he could not move at all. He could only watch the Tubo cavalry slaughtered his brothers in front of him, and watched them slaughter his brothers!
The veterans of the Tongwu Camp fell down unwillingly and died with their eyes open; the former comrades were cut off their heads by the Tubo people who were approaching them, and built pagodas to build temples in Beijing.
Suddenly, a monk wearing a cassock flashed out from the Tubo army. He had a green-faced and fanged mask on his face, staring at the bronze warriors and recited the scriptures.
"The merits of chanting mantras are indescribable. Men, women, young, rich, poor and humble can be recited, day and night, walking, standing, sitting and lying down, all of which are suitable." He first recited in Tubo language, paused slightly, and then used Tang language to speak.
Repeat it. The ancient Sanskrit sound seemed to have magic power. The Tang soldiers stopped resisting one after another, snatched the ground with their heads, and burst into tears.
The Tubo cavalry then drove forward, cut off their robes and heads comfortably and easily, throwing them all into their pouches.
"Let them go! Let them go! Get out!" The boy was almost crazy and scolded him repeatedly. But the Tubo people couldn't hear what he was saying, and they were still smiling and reaping their lives.
The blood dyed the dead wood red, the fragrant grass red, and the blood-red red color in the sky, the boy couldn't bear to look up.
His former friends and brothers seemed to be possessed by the Tubo Buddhist monks, and cut off the flesh on his arms with one knife.
One knife, two knife, three knife...
"ah!"
The boy glared, his hands and feet trembled, and his lips stinged like fire burning charcoal.
"Om-Ma-Ni-Ba-Mi-Hum."
Suddenly the Buddhist monk took off his mask and shouted a spell.
With the blood redness of the morning light, Li Kuo saw the man's face clearly.
He is clearly a Tubo monster monk in the valley of Zhongnan!
"Well!"
"Well!"
The boy could not make any sound, so he could only subconsciously wave his arm to attack the Buddhist monk. But as soon as his arm was swung to the air, it seemed to be tied up by a hemp rope, and pulled back to its original place.
Black smoke suddenly ignited from those tragic death robes, and they rose and drifted into the distance.
"Still the la la!"
"Still the la la!"
The headless corpses stood up one after another and walked slowly towards them.
"Rubb! Rub!" One head after another burst out of his neck, but it no longer looked like the robe of the Tongwu Camp.
Through the wisps of black smoke, the boy could clearly see the clear bull head, horse face, and the hideous and terrifying smiling face.
"Don't come over, don't come over! Get out of here, get out of here!"
The flames dyed the sky, and the red earth was filled with tragic situations of brothers slaughtering each other and eating each other.
"Soon!" The ghosts pulled the bran off the ground in a short while, revealing their original appearance.
"Ah!" the young man shouted and retreated repeatedly.
Gao Xiu, Gao Xiuyan! Li Lin, Li Linfu!
These Ran Ran ghosts and monsters instantly turned into all the ministers of the court, and became Gao Xiuyan, Geshuhan and other Longyou generals.
They formed a square formation, arranged on both sides according to civil and military positions, and moved in small steps.
Not long after, the square stopped solemnly and stood on both sides, giving way to the twilight man wearing golden armor.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Li Kuo clearly saw the outline of that man, and it was clearly what Li Longji, a son of today!
The imperial road was a turf stained with blood. Li Longji slowly walked out amid the cheers of civil and military officials in the court, stepped on the red red carpet, and waved arrogantly.
"I am here today to ask everyone, can our passionate men in the Tang Dynasty recover the former land of Hehuang for me, and to protect the Tang Dynasty's prosperity for generations! I am here, I see you.
They are all good things, they are all my strengths, you didn’t disappoint me!”
He straightened his hunched back and cleared his throat: "The Tubo people captured me, rob me, rob me, kill me, kill me, do you teach me a good lesson about this ignorant barbarian? Can you please be the people of Tang Dynasty?
Have a sigh of anger?"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The generals waved their fists and said vigorously.
"Apart from a mountain, can you take down the stone castle city for me?" Li Longji nodded with satisfaction and chuckled.
"Snatch! Snatch! Snatch!"
"Father, I will take over the stone fort, and I will have no worries for fifty years!" The prince Li Heng, who was tall and wide, had wide sleeves, and sang out loud and said: "My son congratulations to my father for his great achievements for his great achievements for thousands of years, and is comparable to Taizong.
Emperor Wen!" (Note 1)
"It's rare that you have this filial piety." Li Longji nodded and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Your Majesty, if you take the nine bends, Hexi will no longer be worried. Will the Hetao generation become the horse farm for my Tang Dynasty?" Li Linfu stroked his three beautiful beards and said with a bright smile.
"Thanks to Lin Fu's assistance from his loyal ministers." Li Longji was very proud, but had to pretend to behave.
"Sanlang, if you win this battle, how do you reward me?"
Concubine Yang fell from the sky like a fairy and leaned against Li Longji's arms.
"Oh, if the battle in Hehuang is won, my beloved concubine will be the first to win!" Li Longji kissed Yang Yuhuan's face fiercely and said, "Do you know that I have rebuilt the road for you, and calculate the time, Lingnan
The lychees should arrive too!”
"Long live your Majesty, long live your life, long live your life!"
"Long live your Majesty, long live your life, long live your life!"
The tide of singing is endless, and one wave covers another.
"Your Majesty, Longyou Tongwu Camp was besieged by Tubo people! The last general begs for assistance!"
Li Kuo shouted desperately, but no one noticed him at all.
"The last general begs His Majesty to send military assistance quickly!" The young man cried, shouted, and waved his fists hard.
"Hey, isn't this guy the young man who plays polo?" Yang Yuhuan seemed to recognize Li Kuo and said softly.
"Report to Empress, this spy who has already surrendered to the enemy and traitor, is no longer the Li Xiaolangjun you know." Li Linfu bowed and said slowly.
"Oh, so that's how it is." Yang Yuhuan suddenly felt bored: "I want to ask him to teach archery skills."
Li Longji was slightly angry when he heard this: "There are warriors who can shoot archery everywhere. In a while, I will find another one for my beloved concubine. But those who betray me and those who betray me and the Tang Dynasty must not stay! Lin Fu, you know what to do!
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A strange smile rose from the corner of Li Linfu's mouth: "I obey the order!"
The prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, Gao Xiuyan, used a color to fight against Gao Xiuyan, and then stood up and said nothing.
Gao Xiuyan took tens of thousands of soldiers and ran towards him with a fast rider and a sabre.
Zhang Yanji, Zhou Wuzui, Dou Qing, Xian Yucheng, these brothers who were desperate fell to the ground one by one, moaning. Blood flowed out along the three-foot-long hole, dyeing the ground with decayed grass red.
"Woo--Woo--Woo--Woo!" A low horn sounded, and the Tang cavalry rushed over and chopped down the remaining soldiers of the Tongwu Camp one after another.
"Go to die!" Gao Xiuyan had already come to his side, raised his sword, and slashed his neck hard.
"Ah!" Li Kuo woke up screaming and clearly saw the rising sun rising outside the sour paper window. Li Longji, Li Linfu, Li Heng, Yang Yuhuan, and the Tubo people disappeared. He was dreaming, but it turned out that he was dreaming!
This is no longer Jiuqu, and the Hehuang Battle has been completed!
The boy smiled bitterly and slowly supported himself to wear clothes.
After taking a light step off the ground, the boy walked to the window, went to the wooden stent, and looked out.
I am still alive, I have already returned home, I am still alive, I have already returned home.
He is still alive, in the sun, in Chang'an City!
"Brother Xiaoqi, you are finally awake!" A voice like a silver bell suddenly sounded, and Li Kuo's heart felt warm.
"Guess what I made for you? A whole pot of Du's fried eggs! You have left so much blood, you have to replenish your body!"
A smile rose from the corner of the boy's mouth, and raised his hand to wipe away the sweat from the forehead.
Isn’t it worth being grateful for living in the present?
Note 1: Emperor Taizong of Tang was posthumously named: Emperor Da Guangxiao, the great sage of civil and military affairs.
The third volume of Qingpingle officially opened! I thought it took me five or six hours to start this. I currently think it is the chapter I have written with the highest level, and it contains a lot of information. It is really tiring. But we have been together, right?
After the Battle of Longyou, Xiaoqi can take a break, we can take a break. I am confident that I will write Chi Tang as a homeland, a masterpiece like Mo Shangxing. Do you have confidence?