Tang Zhangwei stared at Li Keyong's corpse for a long time, and then said, "Why are you doing this? ”

Bai Cunxiao came forward and said, "The Tang army can only leave a team to defend the people of the Tang Dynasty, and all the troops of the warlords of the feudal towns must be wiped out." ※Miscellaneous Zhi ミ虫※"

Tang Zhangwei led the army, constantly following Li Ke's Shatuo cavalry, advancing rapidly.

They drove into the lands of Hedong County, and these people quickly surrounded the Shatuo cavalry, and killed those Shatuo cavalry to the ground.

These Shatuo cavalry, like rabbits, were chased by Tang Zhangwei's army.

In Tang Zhangwei's troops, there is a guy from Lu Xingdong, this person is not heavy, but he has great strength, he has nothing to do, and he can kill a cow with one punch.

When Lu Xingdong encountered a group of Shatuo cavalry, he quickly caught up with these people, and he took a wooden stick and a machete, and beckoned to these people.

Lu Xingdong smashed these people to the ground one by one, and then he laughed wildly, because these people were the strongest Shatuo Ya'er army in the past, but now that Li Keyong is dead, these people are waiting there for Tang Zhangwei's troops to kill.

Even, sometimes Lu Xingdong didn't use a knife, just used his fists to make the cavalry of the Shatuo Ya'er Army stand there, waiting for death to come.

Lu Xingdong led a small group of troops under Tang Zhangwei's command to chase these Shatuo cavalry like rabbits.

Li Keyong's army was lost in Hedong County, and they had to flee to the Khitan grassland in batches, and these people did not dare to rush during the day, they only dared to rush to the grassland at night.

A white wolf roared lone in the desert area, and behind the white wolf was the remnants of Li Keyong's army.

This team lost its coach, and they went to the most desolate place on the Khitan grassland under the leadership of Li Keyong's younger brothers, Li Kerang, Li Kexiu, Li Kegong, and Li Kening.

Li Kerang, Li Kexiu, Li Kegong, and Li Kening believed that only by going to the most desolate place could they get rid of the Tang army led by Tang Zhangwei.

Li Kexiu bent his bow to shoot the white wolf, Li Kegong stopped him, Li Kegong said: "No, you must know that this white wolf is the mascot of our Shatuo people, if you kill him, it will be difficult for us to rise." ”

There is a village less than three miles from this valley. Although the village is small, it is the richest in the area. There is a very respectable farmer in this village. Although he was rich, he was respected mainly because of his character, not because he was rich. But according to himself, he was most fortunate to have a daughter who was very beautiful, extremely intelligent, quiet and well-behaved. Anyone who knows or has seen this girl sighs that God made her born with such a beautiful appearance. She was beautiful when she was a child and became a beauty when she grew up. When she was sixteen years old, she was the best in the world.

Her beauty began to be known in all the surrounding villages. It was not only the surrounding villages, but it had spread far away into the cities, and even into the king's palace and into the ears of all sorts of people. Everyone came running from all directions to see her as if they were looking at something rare or a novelty. Her father looked at her very closely, and she kept herself clean. If a girl does not have self-respect, no iron lock or supervision will help.

"The father's wealth and the daughter's beauty touched many people. Both from the village and from other towns came to propose to her. But like a man who owns a lot of jewelry, his father can't make up his mind who to choose among the many suitors. I am one of many suitors. Everyone thinks I'm promising, because I'm a local, her father knows me, and I'm from a clean and prosperous family, and I'm not intellectually bad. However, the other suitor in my village was on similar terms. Her father thinks that both of us are worthy of his daughter, and he can't make up his mind. So he said to Leandra, "The girl's name is Leandra, and since the two of us are equal, it is up to her to choose." I'm in trouble now. Still, her father's approach is a lesson for all parents who try to arrange marriage for their children. I'm not advocating that children be allowed to choose despicable villains, but that they should be presented with good candidates and let them choose among the good ones. I don't know who Leandra chose, except that her father neither agreed nor rejected us, under the pretext of her young age and perfunctory use of some other general words. My opponent's name is Anselmo, my name is Eugenio, let you know the names of the characters in this tragedy. Although the matter has not ended yet, it can be expected that the ending will be unfortunate.

"Then came to our village a man named Vicente de la Rocha, the son of a poor farmer in the area. This Vicente was a soldier and traveled to Italy and other places. When he was twelve years old, a captain took him away as he passed through the village with his team. After another twelve years, he returned in a colorful military uniform full of glass pendants and metal chains. He wears this dress today and that suit tomorrow, but it is made of thin, flowery, and ordinary material. Farmers are inherently fond of gossip, but they have to have a handle for people to gossip. The men counted his clothes and ornaments one by one, and found that his clothes, though of different colors, were only three sets of garters and socks. However, he used these three sets of clothes to change into a lot of styles. Someone counted him, saying that he had changed more than ten sets of clothes and more than 20 kinds of feather ornaments. Don't think that I say these clothes are inconsequential, it is these clothes that contribute to this story in a big way.

"There was a poplar tree in the open field of our village, and he sat on a stone bench under the poplar tree and told us about his heroic deeds, and we were dumbfounded. There was no place in the world that he had not been, and there was no battle in which he had not participated. He killed more Moors than Morocco and Tunisia combined. He has been through many thrilling martial arts fights, and according to him, far more than Gantt and Luna, more than Diego García de Paredes and many others in his ranks. He won every time, and he didn't shed a single drop of blood. At the same time, he showed us the scars from his past injuries, which he said had been sustained in many firefights. In fact, he didn't have any scars on his body. He also has an invisible arrogance to refer to his peers or those who know him as 'you'. He often said that his backer was his father, that his deeds were his family lineage, that he had been a soldier, and that he owed nothing to the king. In addition to his arrogance, he also pretended to know a little music and could pluck the guitar a few times, so some people said that he was talking on the guitar.

(End of chapter)