Chapter 197: The princess marries

To the north of the valley is the Alai Mountain Range, and to the south is the Wai Alai Mountain Range, and the Five Consciousness Hidden Nation is across the Outer Alai Mountain and the Alai Mountain Valley.

Wuzhiyin is a small country, with nine tribes, a total of less than 30,000 people, scattered in the rivers and lakes between the Wai Alai Mountains and the Green Ridge Plateau. Its land is connected with the Tang Dynasty, leading to the Tang Dynasty through the mountain road, and it has naturally become a vassal of the Tang Dynasty.

The Five Senses Hidden Department is still martial and fierce, and takes pleasure in plundering and slaughtering, and the territory once became a forbidden place for business travelers. However, a few years ago, after being swept away by the passing Tibetan army with the momentum of locust plague, a large number of young and strong people and cattle and sheep were lost. Among them, the most injured part is the Gala tribe on the border with the Tang Dynasty, which is named after the Gala Lake where it lives, and was once the most powerful tribe of the Five Hidden Nine Tribes, occupying the passage to the valley of the Alai Mountains, so it suffered the most serious disasters, and the entire tribe was almost wiped out. Later, the king Busha 'Bo' moved the newly returned Protector and the Secret Department to this place, and finally brought the Gala Lake to life.

Twenty miles in circumference, the lake is a melting water of the surrounding snow-capped mountains, and along the lake's edge, it is covered with dense pastures, where thousands of herders live for a living, and work part-time as other tribes as murderous horse bandits.

Another calm morning arrived, the sunshine, the flat lake, the warm wind, everything was as beautiful as yesterday. By the lake, a group of 'women' and 'women' are repeating the same work as in the past, milking cows. Dozens of children were watching over herds of cattle and sheep nearby, each carrying a basket behind him, and when they saw the dried excrement of the livestock, they hooked it up with a hook and threw it into the basket behind him.

In the distance, there were more than a dozen knights, who were chasing the horses.

Seeing that the quiet and beautiful life goes on like this.

Inadvertently, the dull sound of bull's horns rang out from the hills to the north. Everyone looked up vigilantly, looking in the direction from which the sound was coming from, and uneasiness spread among the herdsmen.

A horse ran out of the heavy hills, and the knight on horseback bent over, shouting two words over and over again.

In fact, there was no need to hear what he was shouting, and the herders had guessed the danger coming. The knights of the hills are the strongest warriors of the Gala tribe, mainly responsible for the safety of the clan and the hunt in peacetime. Unless it is a strong enemy, these knights will not be so embarrassed and run wild at all costs, and the fact that the rest of the hunting knights do not show up probably means that they have encountered an important enemy.

Thinking of the unscrupulous two-haired knights who suddenly appeared a few days ago, the whole clan took up their self-righteous so-called weapons one after another, and gathered together under the shouting of the patriarch, hoping to scare the enemy away by virtue of the terrain.

Reality is exactly as expected. Except for one of the knights who had just escaped, the rest of the knights who had gone hunting did not appear again until a fierce white horse cavalry emerged from the hills.

"It's over!"

This is the thinking of all the people of the Gala tribe.

Hundreds of white-horse cavalry did not make any superfluous movements, and as soon as they appeared, they launched a fierce attack on the thousands of gala old and weak people who had gathered. Instead of a direct impact, they stopped at a distance of dozens of paces, rode on horseback, and kept bleeding Galabe with the horned bow in their hands.

In Dabu Chiqiong's view, there was no doubt about the crowd and sheep in front of him, and their fate was no other than to be slaughtered. Even the more than 100 young cavalry that they encountered at the foot of a hill just now were vulnerable to the 'elite' Tubo knights, let alone these old and weak.

Every time hundreds of arrows fell, hundreds fell in the dense crowd, and the smell of blood, wails, and cries of fear and despair pushed Galabe into the abyss of collapse. Like an ant'hill' that exploded its nest, the gathered crowd scattered in an instant, leaving behind a sea of corpses and blood.

"Slaughter the sheep!"

The Tibetan knights shouted excitedly, drove their horses, and rushed towards the sheep in their hearts, and the 'woman' and 'woman' were their preferred targets.

A "hunting" battle without suspense ended in the blink of an eye.

"Congratulations to the princess, congratulations to the princess. In this battle, more than 1,000 people were beheaded. More than 500 healthy horses, more than 1,000 cattle, more than 60,000 sheep, and hundreds of 'female' slaves were seized. The rest of the treasures and supplies were innumerable. ”

Mo Luosang's face was full of joy, and he reported the results to Zhuoma.

"Well, it's all mine, it's all my dowry. Those 'female' slaves were rewarded to the soldiers. Camp here tonight, so that the soldiers can have a big meal and have fun. ”

Zhuoma was very excited, the sudden increase in wealth made her feel the joy of getting rich, it turned out that the war was like this, no wonder Zampu liked to go hunting in the Tang Dynasty so much, the poor mountains and remote lands are still like this, with the wealth of the Tang Dynasty, shouldn't the wealth be piled up into a mountain?

Compared with the leisure of the Tibetan people, Li Huaitang is much more anxious. It has been almost ten days since she and Ye Ji were separated in Geluling, but there is still no news from Princess Tubo and her party.

When he learned that the Tubo family sending team composed of more than 1,000 cavalry and more than 2,000 slaves was about to pass through Alai Mountain and go to Broken Leaf Town to marry the Tuqi Shi people, the long-lost feeling of fighting sheep quickly occupied his **, and a bold ambush plan began to brew and ferment in Li Huaitang's mind.

The whole army of the Three Cavalry of Bright was extremely excited, it had been a long time since they had beaten sheep, and that taste was almost forgotten. Although Li Huaitang strictly ordered that the combat target should not be exposed, the soldiers still guessed that there were "fat" sheep sent to the 'door', otherwise, the general would not have mobilized his troops to arrange the battlefield in the upper reaches of the Ningyuan River, and all the main forces had received combat orders.

3,000 light cavalry and 6,000 cavalry are gearing up, waiting for the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, especially the 1,000 servant soldiers among the cavalry, who are more eager to use their military exploits to gain recognition.

There is only one mountain pass from the Yellowstone in the valley of the Alai Mountains to the border of Bakhana, although the terrain of the mountain pass is dangerous, but it is not suitable as an ambush battlefield, and the steep cliff cannot provide an ambush place for ambushes, but it is very satisfying as a sniper point.

Waiting is a kind of patience, and waiting is a kind of suffering. However, Li Huaitang knew that this wait would pay off handsomely.

In the valley of Alai Mountain, the figure of the Tibetan people finally appeared.

"What a mighty goshawk!"

In the sky, a black dot evokes the feelings of Molobsanne.

"I really wish I could be like this brave goshawk, flying freely in the sky, hunting all the animals on the ground at will."

Hearing the ideal confession of Mo Luosang, Zhuoma couldn't help but laugh while sitting on the shelf, and said: "The most intelligent Mo family head in Tubo actually envies a goshawk? You must know that although the steppe wolf is fierce, it is also weak, and it keeps running and working for food. And those who know how to drive the wolves do not need sharp claws, but they can enjoy everything well. ”

"What the princess said is extremely true, my last clan is the goshawk of Zampu, and for the sake of the great Tibetan, he can fearlessly pounce on any strong enemy."

Molobsang was not ashamed of what he said, but proud of himself as a goshawk.

Dolma snorted and ignored the cheeky Molosang. She waved the whip in her hand and threw it at one of the slaves in front of her.

In front of the frame, a naked-garde slave was tied with his hands behind his back with a rope around his neck, and the other end of the rope was led by a dolma, like an animal pulling a cart.

The journey to the territory of Turgish was long and difficult, and the non-stop walking all day, coupled with the sweltering heat of summer, made Dolma feel very bored and irritable, especially when he thought that he was going to marry an old man of different races, and his heart was even more unbalanced. So, torturing the slave to soothe her perverted mind was a way for her to relieve her depression.

Along the way, more than a dozen slaves had already died under her whip. Today, it is the turn of the slave who seems to know no pain to endure the terrible test of life and death.

Ever since he was left alive by the Sin Duo River, the idea of strong revenge has always been breeding in Tu Xiulie's heart, and he has wandered from the ghost 'gate' to close the 'door' several times, and he has stubbornly survived, just to avenge his brother and those fellow people who died.

"This slave is really hard-hitting, other slaves can't survive a day, but he can't die three times. I'm curious how long he can hold out. ”

Dolma was a little surprised, the tenacity of the Tang Nu in front of her was beyond her appearance.

Mo Luosang smiled: "If the princess is interested, the old minister is willing to gamble with the princess." ”

When Zhuoma heard this, his interest really came: "Okay, I'll bet that he won't survive noon." ”

"Then the old minister bet that he will live past noon. However, the princess was not allowed to have more whips than usual. ”

Mo Lobsang looked calm.

"Yes, depending on you. Caitou, fifty war horses. ”

Dolma said excitedly.

As soon as the words fell, Zhuoma threw out another whip, and the thorny horsewhip tore a blood mark on Tu Xiulie's body. The pain was so intense that Tu Xiulie's weak legs could barely hold on, and if it weren't for the rope around his neck that pulled his throat tightly, he would have knelt down on the spot.

"I can't die, I can't, I want revenge."

Tu Xiulie bit his 'lip' fiercely, and the thick blood choked into his throat, boosting his 'spirit'.

Dolma raised the long whip in his hand again, and waved it again.

Mo Luosang said urgently: "Princess, slow down. In this way, the old minister will definitely lose. In the past, the princess was less than twenty whips in half a day, and today she is so anxious that she must be greedy for those fifty war horses. ”

Zhuoma did think so in his heart, but he sarcastically said: "The Mo family is rich and rivals the country, why is it so small? Isn't it just fifty war horses, and you're afraid that you can't afford to lose? ”

After saying that, Dolma laughed and waved a whip.

At this time, a horse galloped from the front, stopped on the side of the princess's carriage, and said in a tone that could not hide his excitement: "Princess, there is a caravan found in the mountain pass ahead, they abandoned some of their belongings, and fled into the valley on horseback. The general asked me to ask for instructions, do you want to pursue? ”

"Chasing, why not?"

Dolma seems to have seen a flock of 'fat' sheep waiting to be slaughtered again.

"The general said that if you want to pursue, for the sake of the princess's safety, I hope the princess can follow quickly." The herald said cautiously.

Mo Losanne laughed, and to keep up quickly meant that the princess would have to give up torturing the Donnu.

Dolma smiled wickedly at Mo Luosang's smug gaze, suddenly swung his whip violently, shook it several times fiercely, and under Mo Luosang's helpless eyes, he 'whipped' Tu Xiulie in front of him to the ground.

Looking at the fallen slave, Zhuoma raised his proud head: "You lose, remember to give me fifty war horses." ”

Then he said to the guards: "Go, let the slaves speed up and slaughter the sheep!" "Please keep in mind the URL, if you like the wolf under the moon to write "War Owl in Tang"