The commander of the Tibetan guards looked unloved, and Sambuza looked confused: "Brother, brother, you wait first!" ”

"What's wrong?"

"You said it was us Dorjee!"

"Ahh

"Someone buys arrows from you!"

"That's right!"

"Or the hunter's flat arrows?"

"yes!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm a little messy......"

Sambuza muttered in a low voice: "Do we use Dorjee to buy arrows?" Every herdsman has a quota, and their own armor-piercing arrows are enough......"

"Do you want it or not, the money has been given, why don't you want the arrow? Look at the one who tired my donkey! Ay! Or that's it, I'll give you the arrow, and you guys who bought it back and ask for yourself! ”

The old man took down the two baskets of arrows and rode away on his donkey......

Sambuza looked at the arrows......

Fan Tongluo shouted with a strong voice: "Hit him!" "Nasullund!

The Tibetan captain of the guard crept against the wall......

Sambuza pulled out an arrow: "Who bought these unnecessary things?" It's not true, someone bought it in the name of Dorjee......"

After finishing speaking, his eyes were fixed on the commander of the Tibetan guards!

At this time, Fan Tongluo spoke: "That~ General Sambuza, look~ You can't use this arrow, it's better to sell it to us!"

I'll give you double the price......"

"That won't do! This thing is controlled by our Datang Dynasty, and it can't be sold blindly, Khalba, you find a few people and deal with this arrow! ”

Sambuza threw the arrow in his hand into the basket, clapped his hands and commanded!

"No!"

The big man in the back beckoned, and a few Dorjee people came out, carrying two baskets and leaving......

The commander of the Tibetan guards has tears in his eyes~ Don't go! It's mine! That's mine! You come back for me......

Of course, he is just shouting in his heart, dare to speak out? Didn't you see that there was a wine Mengzi over there who was going to beat him?

"Let's go! Let's go! Don't crowd around here! Let people see what it looks like......"

The crowd dispersed, leaving behind the Tibetan guards, who had lost their souls......

Karba: "Hey! Get it on! After lifting the arrow out, the old man riding the donkey was waiting at the corner of the street, and when he saw the carba coming, he hurriedly came: "Why did you still carry it over?" Look there's no one over there, you can send a letter, old man, how good it would be for me to drive the donkey over! ”

Karba shook his head: "It's better to hurry up like this, you don't know, the Tibetan barbarians are about to cry, there is enough for them to feel distressed!" He won't go in without standing at the door until the curfew! ”

"The! What are I doing with these eyes, old man? Even if General Sambuza didn't say it, I could tell at a glance that they were Tibetans! If the general hadn't wanted to trap them, I would have sent him to the Yamen ......."

Carba ......

Old man, I advise you not to think about it! No matter how you say it, it's a regular army, you are an old and frail old man......

The old man also saw the impatience in Kalpa's eyes: "Huh? You don't believe it? I've been a soldier, old man! There is no shortage of fighting on the battlefield......"

"I believe it!"

"No, you don't believe it! I can see the old man! ”

"I really believe it!"

"And what kind of eyes do you have? Why don't we practice? ”

"I throw in the towel!"

"How can you admit defeat? If you don't fight, for example, my trick~ Oops! Waist! ”

"Huh? What happened to dude? What's wrong? ”

"My waist is twisted!"

……

Kharba not only has to help the old man send the arrow back, but also has to carry the old man back! Fortunately, the old man's house is really not far from Honglu Temple, otherwise it would be miserable Karpa!

Khalba thought as he walked~ Didn't you touch porcelain? I didn't touch you here, and I took you and twisted your waist myself......

When he arrived at the old man's house, Kharba carried the old man into the yard, and a little boy about seven years old came out of it: "Grandpa, what's wrong?" ”

After saying that, he put down what he was holding and went to check.

"Nothing! Nothing! It's an old problem! Duofu poured a bowl of water for this warrior of Dorjee......"

"No, no......"

"Yes, yes, how can you not even drink a bowl of water when you get to the door?" The old man pulled the carba and said!

Khalba didn't dare to break free, in case he flashed the old man's waist, it would be a big sin!

Duofu was very good, grabbed some tea leaves from the jar, boiled the water for a while, and made a big bowl of tea: "Please tea!" ”

Karba thanked him, took the tea bowl and sat on the chair drinking tea, looking around!

It can be seen that this family is doing well, and everything is newly added! The standard Prince Residence! With two floors, it seems that the good days have just passed for so many years!

In the main hall, two plaques of martyrs are hung on it......

Karpa walked over and looked at the ...... carefully

"Oh! Those are the two sons of the old man, one was not when he beat Dou Jiande, and the other was not when he beat Jieli! The old man and the little grandson are left in the family!

Ay! Fortunately, Your Majesty still remembers them, so that our old and young can survive......"

Khalba gave a chest-beating salute, turned around and said to the old man: "They were all sacrificed for the toiling masses, how can the country not remember them?" ”

"Hey! Just Datang remembers! The old Han ancestor went to the military household, who remembers? The dead become earth, and the living cannot live......"

……

By the time Karpa returned to Honglu Monastery, it was already about to be curfew!

Sambuza looked at Khalba: "What's wrong?" Why are you so frustrated? ”

Khalba shook his head: "After sending the old man back today, the old man's family only has the old man and a little grandson, and the old man's two sons died in battle!"

Because the old man is a family member of a military martyr, the steel mill has arranged a job for him......"

After a long time of chattering in Khalba, Sambuza finally understood, why did so many people die in the old man's family for the war, and only two are remembered?

Only two of them can survive through the shadow? Shouldn't they be remembered for their deaths?

Sambuza patted Karbad on the shoulder: "So ~ Datang can replace Qiansui!" Don't think so much, those who win people's hearts will naturally exist for a long time!

For example, let's do Dorjee! What did we have in Dorjee before? Nothing, only a rotten life, not to beat the group of people who think they are born nobles to defeat one after another?

Why? Because the more their people fight, the less our people fight, the more our people fight!

Why does everyone want to come to us? Because on our side, he can live as a human being, a living person, not an animal that is cut down at will!

Don't think so much! There's something to do tomorrow! Go to bed early! ”

Sambuza was gone, and Khalba sighed and turned back......

~On the side of the Tibetan envoys~

The commander of the guard was scolding Luo Sang: "Didn't you say that I could send it to you?" Look, where is it now? Let the Dorjee thief sell the arrows again!

How did you do it? Isn't it that the Dorjee thief is used to it these days, and I really think that I am a Dorjee thief who provoked you......"

Luo Sang Jiancuo didn't even dare to wipe the spit on his face, and he didn't have to pay for it there......

What can I do? Who knew they would be back early today? The old man who sells arrows has four arrows all over the floor, and if I don't have sharp eyes, I may not see them!

Only this old man's booth has no Dorjee people in front of it! What do you want me to do? I'm desperate!

Luo Sang pondered his tone for a moment: "Head! You see~ This Duoji thief is too close, otherwise~ we won't buy ironware......"

"Don't even think about it! Don't buy? How can we live without buying our tribe? How many things did I get into for this trip to the Tang Dynasty? If I don't buy something back, won't I take it for nothing? ”

Oh! That's the idea you played! No wonder you're so positive!

"Tomorrow, no matter what method you use, even if it's stolen, you'll have to bring me some iron!"

……

~Day 2~

Luo Sang lowered his head and looked left and right~ It's still early, no one!

"Let's go!"

Twenty people slipped through the crack in the door and ran out into the street!

Luo Sang made the final order: "Do you know everything?" ”

"Remember! Remember! ”

"Don't worry!"

"Got it!"

"Let's go!"

……

After they left, Sambuza walked out of the door with the Karba, followed by a group of Dorjee: "Did you hear their ideas?" ”

"I heard you!"

"Good! Then let's give him a real or fake Monkey King this time! Walk! ”

……

Luosang's method of surrendering is very simple, find an opportunity for a while to let the Tibetan people who pretend to be Dorjee people and the real Tibetan people pretend to fight!

After attracting away the Zhenduoji people, he took the opportunity to sell iron pots and ran away on his back!

After taking a good look at the stall, Luo Sang lowered his eyes ~

"What do you see? The dead barbarians of Tibet? ”

"I love to watch what I see! What does it have to do with you? ”

"Oops? Looking for a fight, right? ”

"I've put up with you for a long time!"

"Crackling"

"Brothers, there is a Tibetan barbarian here whose flesh is tight, let's loosen it for him!"

Originally, this plan was well arranged, as long as they fought, the Tibetan people who pretended to be Dorjee immediately pretended to be invincible and called the nearest Dorjee people to help!

After the Dorjee people went, the Tibetan people pretending to be the Dorjee took advantage of the chaos and fled! As for the Tibetan people who are fighting~ the target is too big, and it is difficult to run away! Fortunately, they will be beaten up in the sky, and no one will die! (Probably not!) ）

When he bought the pot, Luo Sang went back in person! And then go back and do it somewhere else......

I have all gone according to the script of Luosang Zhuangcuo before! It's just that when it came time to call for help, something went wrong!

Which fake Dorjee person pretended to be invincible and shouted: "Brothers, help!" "Of course~ for fear of inviting collective revenge, he used the Tibetan language!

When Datang shouted out, he was afraid that even he wouldn't be able to leave!

"Okay!" The neat shouts startled the people who called for help!

Luo Sang Jiancuo still wanted to take advantage of the chaos to buy a pot, but he was just about to ask, "Dang!" "A soft sound!

A stick was clubbed in the pot! Luosang Jiancuo looked up along the stick~ Sambuza looked at Luosang Jiancuo with a smile!