"It's the Tang Army!" Cuihua was overjoyed and ran towards the Tang Army. Every time she took a step, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. But she still gritted her teeth and ran towards the Tang Army. That was the fire of survival, that was
The hope of revenge! She wants to avenge her husband and children who died tragically, and she wants to avenge her fellow villagers and neighbors who lost their lives!
"Tang bandits, it's Tang bandits!" Supervisor Tuyuhun threw down the whip in his hand and ran toward the valley on the west side. But he didn't run a few steps. He only felt a pain in his vest, and then let out a miserable cry.
On a green horse in the distance, a young man in black, gray and black armor plucked the string of his bow and put the black bow on his back again.
"Kill all the supervisors and leave no one alive." The young man waved his hand and issued the military order. His cold eyes were full of hatred. These Tuyuhun people are working as slaves and deserve to be killed!
"Help me, help me." Cuihua ran to the black-armored young man's mount. She was exhausted and fell to the ground, moaning repeatedly.
"Hey, General, this Tubo woman can speak Chinese!" A middle-aged man who looked like an adjutant next to the black-armored boy frowned and said in a deep voice.
"I'm not from Tubo, I'm from Tang Dynasty." Cuihua was afraid that the other party wouldn't believe her, so she bit her lips and said bitterly: "I was originally a farmer living in Linzhao, and I was kidnapped here by the Tubo people. They killed me.
My husband and son also burned down my home. I, I have nothing." At this point, Cuihua could no longer suppress her emotions, and tears welled up from her eyes.
"What, you are from the Tang Dynasty? How many people like you were kidnapped by the Tubo people and brought here?" General Heijia raised his head and asked in a deep voice.
"General, there are more than twenty women who were kidnapped with me. They are all honest farmers. The Tubo barbarians are not human beings. They, they..." At this point, Cuihua choked up again and again, but again
I couldn't say a word either.
"Son of a bitch, these beasts!" Pu Dachui understood what Cuihua meant, clenched his fists and cursed.
The black-armored general waved his hand and signaled Cuihua to come over: "My name is Li Kuo, and I am the commander-in-chief of this Tang army. Now that we are here, we will not leave you alone. It's just that our trip is very dangerous. Are you willing to take the risk?"
Come with us?"
Cuihua was overjoyed when she learned that Li Kuo was going to take them in. She wiped the tears on her cheeks and said, "Yes, sisters, staying here would be worse than death. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must leave here!"
"Well, go and gather your sisters together. Today, those who have a grudge will seek revenge, and those who have an injustice will seek revenge!"
"Revenge!" A soldier yelled angrily with his eyes red.
"Revenge! Revenge!" More and more soldiers responded, and the Tang army's fighting passion was completely stimulated.
Pu Dachui smashed his fist and said: "General, none of these Tubo people are good. Kill them all!"
Li Kuo's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, the muscles on his cheeks couldn't help shaking, and finally he said with a serious expression: "Kill!"
Pu Dachui waved the hammer in his hand and said: "Your Majesty the Commander-in-Chief has ordered that all the Tubo people, men, women, old and young, be killed, leaving no one alive! Let's go save our compatriots and take back our things!"
The six hundred Tang troops plunged into the camp set up by the Tibetans like a sharp arrow, stirring up billowing yellow sand.
"Tang bandits, it's Tang bandits!" The clan leader rushed out of the tent and saw hundreds of Tang Army light cavalry rushing towards him. He shouted loudly in Tubo. But the strong men in the clan had gone out to fight, so how could anyone respond to fight?
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Before the patriarch finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck, and the head had been chopped off. Before he died, he vaguely saw someone coming with a black helmet and a sword in the air.
After the Tang army charged into the Tubo camp, more than 250 Tubo tribesmen had been killed. The heads were rolling, and blood flowed into rivers. After the 600 horsemen were swept away by the wind and the remaining clouds, only a few clusters of bonfires were left that had not been extinguished...
Hatred is like a seed. Once it takes root and germinates, it will grow and spread crazily, no longer controlled by human reason. In the eyes of this Tang army, their actions are understandable, and blood debts must be paid with blood. This is an eternal truth.
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When it got dark, Li Kuo and his party returned to their station deep in the dense forest of Fuqi City.
The raging bonfire lit up the night sky, and the newly picked dead wood made a crackling sound in the fire, just like the whimpering of the dead bones when they were roasted. Li Kuo sat beside a mound of earth, looking at the darkness.
In the silent night sky, I was thinking about my next plan.
In the camp of the Tubo people, they found the Tibetan military armor they needed most. Tubo implemented a national policy of all people becoming soldiers, and almost every adult man had to join the army during the war. The able-bodied men of this tribe went out to garrison, but left behind some scraps.
The leather armor just solved the problem of clothing and armor for the Tang army.
But will the Tubo defenders really be deceived by themselves? Will the defenders in Fuqi City really be tricked out of the city after capturing the Bluestone Castle? After annihilating the Fuqi City defenders, will they be able to successfully burn down the Tubo granary?
A series of questions overwhelmed the young man, but he could not back down, nor would he back down. From the moment he took the initiative to ask for help, crossed the Aia Chi Ridge and came to the west bank of Qinghai to serve as a sentinel, he would not take a step back.
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This is a promise, a promise to die tragically in Changcheng Paoze; this is a responsibility, the responsibility of a man of the Tang Dynasty to protect his family and country.
"Dou Qing, have you found out clearly that these women are really Tang people from Longyou?" Li Kuo raised his head and asked loudly.
"Back to the general, they are indeed from Longyou. Before I joined the army, I was also a farmer in Kuozhou, and I can't escape this accent!" Dou Qing touched his head and said happily. Meeting the township party in a foreign and wild land (
Note 1) I am more happy than anything else, not to mention that we have also obtained a batch of Tibetan military armor, which increases the possibility of capturing the Bluestone Fort.
"Well, they are all people who have suffered. I have ordered all soldiers in the army not to bully them. Violators will be punished according to military law!" The young man reminded in a raised voice.
"I will obey my orders!" Dou Qing cupped his fists and echoed.
"Is there no problem with the commander?" Li Kuo looked to the west and sighed. The Tubo people are known for their bravery and fearlessness, let alone soldiers. If the Tubo commander pretended to surrender, he turned back at the critical moment
, that myself and these six hundred brothers will be destroyed forever.
"Humph, I thought he was a man, but he turned out to be a weakling who couldn't lift his head. I only threatened him, and then I obeyed everything." When talking about the Tubo captain, Dou Qing dismissed it with disdain.
Curse your lips. Most people who are willing to be captured are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and the same is true for the Tubo people!
"I hope so." The young man looked into the distance in ecstasy and smiled bitterly.
"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. In the final analysis, it is your brothers who are the ones to rely on to fight with each other!"
Note 1: Xiangdang: Shaanxi dialect, folks. "Book of Yizhou·Officials": "Between monarch and ministers, one should observe their loyalty; between township parties, one should observe their integrity." "Hanshu·Sima Qian's Biography": "Servants"
If you suffer this disaster with your spoken language, you will be laughed at by the local gang and insult your ancestors."
ps: I feel uncomfortable writing this paragraph, but the war is about to begin, and proper preparation is necessary. In addition, next week should be a top-level book. As Li Kuo said in the article, the one you rely on to fight for the sword is your own brothers.
.Brothers, please support me!
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