"Stop, attack Datang officials on the street, do you want to provoke a war?" The incident happened suddenly, but Zhang Qian didn't even have a stick in his hand. I had no choice but to turn my heart sideways, rush up, and open my arms to block the front of the Tubo people's mounts.

Although it is an eight-grade green parrot, it is the eight-grade of Datang after all. The Tibetan warrior on the opposite side froze, screamed and shoved his blade into the scabbard, and re-grasped the horsewhip hanging from his wrist.

Using knives to slash and kill Tang officials near Chang'an City, they really didn't dare. Otherwise, if the war between the two countries resumes, even if they are not cut down by the angry Tang army, they will have to be ordered by the Empress Dowager Wu Lu, the regent of Tubo, to divide the corpses of the five horses after they go back!

However, it is impossible to let them die there.

For many years, although Tubo has been defeated repeatedly in the war with the Tang Dynasty, it has always been the side that took the initiative to attack. After losing the battle, she can also return to the plateau with a lot of looted property.

Therefore, although the upper echelons of Tibet have decided to try their courage in order to marry a princess, they have obtained craftsmen, farm tools, seeds and books from the Tang Dynasty. The Tibetan warriors at the bottom still have contempt for the Tang people. resolutely refused to suffer a loss in the daily interaction with the Tang people.

"Durile, Nande, Hula, you three, this way!" I saw one of the leaders dressed as a guy, with a horsewhip to the left dotted point, giving orders. Immediately, he quickly pointed the horsewhip to the right side of Zhang Qian's body, "Norbu, Baila, Sergen, Wuya, you, over there." Whip the two scholars in the mouths. Save some face for the Tang Emperor, don't touch this green robe in the center! ”

"Order!" The Tibetan villains were divided into two groups, left and right, and began to accelerate again. The leather whip in his hand was raised high again, making a snapping sound in midair.

Zhang Qian is only one person, and he lacks skills, how can he stop so many villains at the same time? I was so anxious that sweat beaded on my forehead. When the fire was burning, he heard the mournful screams of the war horse on the left side of his body.

Turning his head to take a closer look, he saw two Tibetan villains outflanked from the left side, one of whom was hit on the forehead by dirt and fell to the ground. The other person lost control of the mount because the nose of the war horse under the crotch was broken, and he was so anxious that he screamed on the horse's back.

Looking at Wang Zhijuan again, he hid his body within the protection range of Wang Han's sword, and waved his arms again and again. Every time I throw a fist-sized piece of dirt or a stone, I don't miss it!

The distance between the two sides was too close, and the mounts under the crotches of several Tibetan villains could not increase their speed at all, so they could only rely on their height advantage to attack Wang Han with their horse whips. And that Wang Han, although he is tall, his hands and feet are extremely flexible. He actually walked around the circle on foot, using his sword or stabbing or pumping, blocking the path of several Tibetan villains, so that the latter's mount could never cross him and get close to Wang Zhilian's side.

It's too late, it's too soon. In total, it was only seven or eight finger kung fu, and there were already four Tibetan villains who were beaten under the mount by Wang Han and Wang Zhilian. And the leader of the Tubo villains who led the army went around two circles in a row, and the mount was forced away by Wang Han with a sword, and his eyes were so angry that his eyes were on fire. He slammed his heart sideways, bent down, and drew the steel knife from the saddle again.

"Hannu, die!" cut Zhang Qian, an eight-grade official, he didn't have the guts. cut Wang Han, a white-faced scholar, but he only needed to grasp the measure, not to hack to death on the spot. So when he was angry and angry, he immediately became ferocious.

I thought that this knife would at least unload half of the scholar's arm. Unexpectedly, the sword flashed everywhere, but the scholar disappeared. Immediately after, I felt a chill at the base of my thigh, and the pain in my heart went straight to the top of my head from between my legs.

"Go down!" That Wang Han is really not a cruel person. A sword pierced the thigh of the leader of the Tibetan villains, followed closely, drew his sword, jumped up, and rose into the air. Sit firmly on the back of the opponent's horse with both legs, and push forward with his left hand.

"Ahh He pushed him off his mount and rolled back and forth in the bare farmland with his thighs in his hands.

Wang Han, who snatched the mount in his hand, didn't bother to look at this person, and gently knocked his legs on the horse's belly, urging the mount to meet the nearest Tibetan villain, and pierced the opponent's arm that was drawing the knife with a sword.

"Ahh

Seeing that the situation was not good, the last villain decisively gave up the attack on Wang Zhilian, and ran away. Where is the time? I saw that the king let out a long howl and quickly caught up from behind. First a stone threw him under the horse, and then a beautiful jumper jumped steadily onto the mount.

"Brother Zhang, get on the horse, the Tubo slave in front has turned back!" Drawing a steel knife from the Tubo people in his hand, Wang Zhilian was full of pride, "Let the three of us brothers teach them how to behave today!" ”

"Brother Zhang, get on the horse quickly, beware of the Tubo slave being annoyed and ashamed!" Wang Han also pulled a Qinghai horse with an empty saddle, approached quickly, and at the same time loudly sent a warning signal to Zhang Qian, "Those people are crazy, but they don't care!" ”

"Up, I'll be right away, right away!" Zhang Qian also saw that the group of Tubo people who had blinded the horses before all roared back at this moment. Stammered in agreement, stiffened his head to take the reins from Wang Han's hand, and tried to lift his left foot to step on the stirrups.

In the twenty-first century, a good racehorse is more expensive than a BMW. A horse in a tourist area also costs at least thirty dollars per ride. As a poor student who is like a fake, how can he master the art of riding? It took three consecutive struggles to finally put his body in the saddle. His legs couldn't hold the mount at all, and he relied on his body's excellent balance, gritting his teeth and struggling to support him.

Wang Han and Wang Zhilian, both of whom have a good family background, have been learning the six arts of gentlemen since they were young. Therefore, just after watching Zhang Qian's first step on the horse, he understood that this person might not be able to sit steadily on the saddle, let alone fight side by side with him. So, they simply shook the reins and took the initiative to greet the Tubo warriors who came back. In the process of accelerating, they moved closer to each other, like two door panels, blocking Zhang Qian behind him.

"Drive, drive, drive......" Seeing that his friend went to fight with the Tubo people, but he became a burden, Zhang Qian was ashamed of himself. Hold the reins with your left hand and shake it vigorously. The right hand was raised high and slapped the horse's neck.

"Ouch, sigh—" The mount under his crotch was in pain, and snorted and moved its hooves. But because the reins were pulled too tightly, the corners of his mouth ached, and he couldn't accelerate boldly. I had to keep going around in circles.

Zhang Qian was dizzy, and he didn't know what to do. Just when I was in a hurry, a soft voice suddenly sounded in my ears, "Stop, like meaty, stop immediately!" If the three of them have any damage, I will only ask you!! ”

"Is that you?" Zhang Qian instinctively turned his head and saw a familiar and unfamiliar woman's face.

Brocade hat, light fur, long hair in the wind.