The city of Tibet, mostly dependent on the fortress, heavier than the outside, and lighter than the inside, the plateau is surrounded by the Langqiong Zhao, and the junction of the Great Zhou and Tuyuhun and other places, there are many city fortresses, in the plateau, in addition to the capital city, there are few big cities, most of them are the dock fort tulou of the tribal aristocratic slave owner, which is used to encircle the pasture and imprison the slaves.

The smuggling caravan entered Tibet from Mangkang City, along the border of the Tibetan Plateau all the way to the north, their customs clearance documents were issued by Zanpo, and the local officials and tribal leaders were either the henchmen and lackeys of the Qinling, or they did not dare to provoke this strong family, and there was no danger all the way, even so, the people and the guards, due to the climate and physique and other reasons, fainted and bleed, and nearly 100 people were killed and wounded.

At the beginning of August, the smuggling caravan arrived in Cold Spring City, seeing that the hour was already the end of the unitary hour, there were still stars in the sky of the plateau, reflecting the tall snow-capped mountains in the distance, barely able to see the road clearly, most of the people seemed to have lost their feelings, numbly pushing and pulling mules, horses and carts, occasionally someone fell to the ground, they would only raise their feet and step over, try not to trample, as long as more than half a month of boring trip, everyone made people not like people and ghosts, no one can take care of anyone, occasionally raise their eyes to see the road ahead, a white shadow floated by, He quickly lowered his head again.

The people have determined that these guards are not the people who first took them to set off from Nanqin County, when they set off, there were hundreds of people, and now I am afraid that it is not thousands, and they spent the night in the river valley outside Mangkang City, and hundreds of people evaporated out of thin air, leaving only a dozen or so leaders, and the days are also spent with their tails, and a leader whipped the people, and was pierced through the throat by a sword, taking away a small life, the leaders were of course frightened, and the people did not dare to receive this bloody favor, These cold-faced and polite guards are terrified to the bone.

"Stop, camp on the meadow outside the city," shouted clearly, and the white-clothed guards and their horses stopped at the same time, and dismounted in unison.

The men skillfully drove the cattle and rammed the stakes with sledgehammers, and it didn't take long for the camp to be set up in a circle.

The white-clothed guards did not hide in the cart according to the rules, but dug a pit outside to make a fire, but it was very fresh, and they did more than this new thing, in the past, the caravan saw the city, and was as happy as wild ducks, since they took over, the caravan has never entered the city.

"Captain, so many people, such things, it's a pity" The two big men stood upwind, the wind speed was very strong, and they whistled, like a real slap on the face, and it hurt like a knife cut.

"Deputy lieutenant, you can't take things away, and people can't be taken away" The lieutenant closed his eyes, and actually enjoyed the feeling of this cold wind pumping his face, leaving no room for anything.

"It's okay to do things, people, but they are all the people of our Great Zhou, Dongdu Qianniuwei is our mother's womb, and they all pay attention to being like a fish and water with the people, if you really throw it on the plateau like this, I'm afraid you won't survive a few" The lieutenant's brows furrowed.

"Do you think you're smarter than Kwon Lang-kun?" Du Wei's eyes were still closed, but the aura on his body was different, a little cold.

"This, don't talk nonsense, don't dare" The lieutenant was frightened, danced and denied, and paused, "If we take them together to Anjung City, we must be able to survive some, somewhat, it's also a helper."

"Can you save a few" Du Wei's eagle-like eyes opened, and he turned his head to stare at his deputy, "If you miss the military plane, tell me, how many will die in Songzhou?" ”

The lieutenant opened his mouth and sighed gloomily, looking at the ragged people by the firelight, stunned.

"I advise you, look less, see more, you will dream" Lieutenant patted the lieutenant on the shoulder, strode away, and waved his hand to his guards to distribute liquor and dried meat to the people.

The same ancestor has the same blood, this little heart, I handed it over, and looked at it in the sky, there is really a day when I think I Zhang Wei should die, and I will continue to fight no matter how much thunder I make.

Not far away, a herdsman's horse caravan drove a small herd of yaks and other cattle towards the city, this horse team was very strange, there were more people riding horses than yaks, and the sight kept passing over the caravan camp.

On the city gate, there is a pair of eyes, staring at the two sides outside the city, snorting coldly, the courage of the Han people is getting bigger and bigger, in the past, the plateau is feared, the businessmen who do business are soft bones, and they kneel down when they see a person in the snowy region.

"Send a messenger to Anjung City"

Anjung City, the General's Mansion, on the younger brother of Qinling, Zanpo, summoned the generals under his account to discuss important matters on the front line.

"Yo, this is General Mansong, your illness is cured, it's a great event, you don't need to burn down a house or anything, celebrate" A bald general with a scruffy beard stopped a Bon wizard wearing a black veil and a tambourine around his wrist at the door of the big tent.

"What should be regarded as a god, the gods have their own will, he will only bless the devout believers, even if mortals burn the entire snow-capped mountain, the gods will not have a moment's heart" The sorcerer's eyes were bloodshot, his expression was gloomy, what was his disease, he had croton disease, someone threw croton in the food of him, his servants, and his horses, and it was so dark that the whole camp was stinking.

"Yes, become a god, become a god is to fly, General Mansong, I will help you, let you fly, your god will definitely catch you" The bald general said just do it, his hands passed under his ribs, and he threw it into the air.

"Ahh

"Oops, the gods didn't catch it, it's a pity" The bald general was very regretful, and waved his hand at Mangsong's stunned subordinates, "What are you doing in a daze, General Mangsong is sick again, don't carry it down quickly, your body is important, and you can discuss what kind of war"

Zanpo is not very old, with a square face and a wide forehead, her face is black and red, she is on the seat, she looks around, she doesn't see the black gauze tambourine, she is very satisfied, and her mouth is fake, "The sorcerer has brought us the voice of the gods, you must take good care of them, today and every day."

His generals were swept away.

"Here is the news sent by Cheng Shouye, Songzhou is forced to go to war with us, Han Xian doesn't want to use swords with us, and proposes to bluff, what do you think?" Tsampa got down to business.

There was a buzz in the lobby, and everyone doubted the reliability of the news.

Zanpo stretched out her hand and pressed it, "Cheng Shouye is loyal, I sent someone to keep an eye on the caravan, there is news back, there are indeed soldiers and horses from Songzhou near the caravan, if the negotiation fails, I am afraid that I will take people away, and the news is seventy percent true."

"In this case, the bluff is very serious, you should take the opportunity to go straight to Jiacheng County and swallow this Songzhou in one go" The bald general spat and expressed his opinion.

"No, some cities are in critical season, if you are not careful, make a mistake with a star, I am afraid that it will cause trouble to the prime minister" Someone immediately objected.

"I'm afraid of a fart, if Songzhou is hard stubble, where can I use this ghost brain in private, piggybacking on things, what mistakes can go wrong, we are not in trouble, we are making money for the prime minister" There are also many bald supporters.

There was a lot of buzzing in the lobby, and Zanpo couldn't make up her mind.

"Report, general, the Qiang tribe near Daliang Mountain is secretly gathering Qingzhuang, and the intention is unknown"

“……”

The noisy lobby can be heard pin dropping.

"Damn, this Han Xian is holding back bad water, is this going to copy our back road?" The bald general burst the beans, slapped the table and kicked the bench, "No, we have to find a way to teach this turtle son a lesson"

Zampo raised his hand and pressed it, stood up, full of confidence, "He doesn't dare, and neither do the Qiang people, he doesn't want to copy our back road, but to prevent us from making a fake and really swallowing his Songzhou"

"Shhh...... The general is right, that's what happened" The generals in the lobby snorted for a while, "Han Xian, this old thing, that's all there is to it"

"How much can you expect him to be, that is, to instigate the Qiang tribe to be bold, maybe how much benefit will be allowed to go out?"

"Hahaha"

The lobby was filled with a cheerful air.

Zanpo also smiled between her eyebrows, "Okay, shut up, General Ben will accompany him to play, but it's not a trivial matter to draw soldiers and horses, how much to give to the Qiang people, let him double"

(End of chapter)