Chapter 271: The Invitation of the Tibetan People

For the Tibetans, Molobsang was a lucky man, and he was lucky enough to see a magnificent town. The tall and thick city wall of Ningyuan City made him amazed, and when he entered the city, he sighed even more, the unfinished inner city buildings were in full swing, the residential areas were in good order, the avenues in the city were spacious and smooth, and the industrial and commercial areas that had begun to take shape were faintly prosperous in the future. All these things were incomparable to their humble cities.

The next time he saw Li Huaitang was in the parlor of the General's Mansion. Under Li Huaitang's gaze, Mo Luosang was uncomfortable, he really couldn't see through the power contained in this magical general, if he regained the self-confidence he had lost a few months ago from the powerful Tubo, then this trip to Ningyuan City had reduced his self-confidence by half. Mo Luosang is well-informed, the magnificent Ningyuan City on the surface, its essence is a display of strength, there is no corresponding manpower and material resources, to build a town of such a scale is a fool's dream, it is conceivable where the strength of Ningyuan City went. It's ridiculous that those Tibetan nobles are still clamoring for a large army to overwhelm the border, but fortunately, Zampu is wise and did not follow their advice, otherwise, tens of thousands of troops are likely to hate the city.

The look of the Tubo people completely fell into Li Huaitang's eyes, and this shocked expression almost without exception appeared on the faces of the merchants who visited Ningyuan City for the first time, Li Huaitang was not used to seeing it, he was more concerned about the Tang people sent to him by the Tubo people.

Ningyuan City has a population of more than 100,000, plus the remnants of the broken leaves that have just been rescued, the proportion of Tang people in it is only one percent. Li Huaitang is not a racist, but the reality is that the Han civilization is obviously more advanced than the ethnic groups in the Western Regions, and Ningyuan City, which is guided by the Tang people, will go further and better. On the contrary, if there are too few Tang people, they will be integrated into the mixed Hu, and the lessons of history cannot be expected to be how tolerant and prosperous the civilization dominated by the Hu people will be.

Li Huaitang has a dream, a dream that he can bring together the Tang people in the Western Regions and even in the hands of various powerful Hu, and even attract more talents from Datang at any expense to build an open and inclusive Ningyuan City. All the Tang people in Tubo are Li Huaitang's targets, although he knows that it is impossible for the Tubo people to release all the Tang slaves for the princess in his hand, however, those who can rescue one by one are counted as one, and those who survive as slaves are all tenacious and have a strong foundation, and among them there must be the future backbone of Ning Yuan City.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Mo Luosang, who obviously came empty-handed, made Li Huaitang very angry.

"In the eyes of your family Zampu, the princess is not as good as a mere slave? Aren't you afraid that I will sell your princess into slavery? ”

Li Huaitang's tone was very cold, but it was full of murderous intent in Mo Luosang's ears. He wasn't a lone hero, and if Zampu hadn't forced him to come, he wouldn't have come to see this madman, and he would have gone alone.

Mo Lobsang hurriedly explained: "The general has misunderstood, in order to redeem the princess, we Zampu have spent a lot of time and patience. The general didn't know that many of the Tang slaves in our territory in Tibet were in the hands of those nobles, and my last family could say that as long as I spoke out, no one dared to object, but it was more difficult to make those arrogant nobles spit out the meat in their mouths than to kill them. ”

Mo Luosang carefully completed a swallowing action, always paying attention to Li Huaitang's reaction, and seeing that there was nothing wrong, he continued: "For this reason, Zampu offended many aristocratic forces and gathered thousands of Tang slaves. It's just that the road is not easy, and the slaves' bodies are weak, resulting in a very slow speed. My family was worried that the general would be upset, so I asked me to take the first step and inform the general to receive it. ”

"Receiving?"

Li Huaitang looked at Mo Luosang vigilantly, and all kinds of conspiracies flashed through his mind.

As if he already knew Li Huaitang's reaction, Mo Luosang continued to pour out the prepared words: "Yes, receive." There are some things that Zampu can't say because of his face, so I'll put it bluntly. Along the way, people eat horses and chew a lot. That damned little Bolu stood in the way, and not only refused to supply food, but also left us in trouble at every turn, seriously hindering the speed of our march. Seeing that the weather was getting cold and the food was running out, I was forced to ask the general for help, otherwise, those Tang slaves would have to die of hunger and cold. Please also ask the general not to blame and make a decision as soon as possible. ”

From the moment Luo San spoke, Li Huaitang's eyes never left Luo Sang's eyes, as if he wanted to find a trace of cunning in his eyes.

"Tell me, where do you receive it?"

Li Huaitang threw out a sentence coldly. There is a princess and this death-afraid Mo Luosang as hostages in his hands, not afraid of what kind of trap he pretends to be in Tibet, and as Mo Luosang said, Tubo is here, thousands of miles away, thousands of mountains and rivers, even if the Tubo people have enough food and people are not tired, Xiao Bolu, who is halfway across the road, sees them such a grand army, and he will definitely not let them come if he is facing a great enemy. It is estimated that the little Bolu will only put 2,000 men and horses plus some slaves at most.

Mo Lobsang said truthfully: "The five senses hide the country. It is estimated that when the general arrives there, Zampu and his party will also arrive. ”

Indeed, Zampu explained this, and so the actual situation is the same, so far, he knows no more than Li Huaitang.

"Well, it's a deal! Three days later, the princess and you will set out with my army, don't think about playing tricks on me, or you will regret it, I will do it. Come on, bring the distinguished guests down and entertain them! ”

Li Huaitang refused Mo Luosang's request to meet with the princess, and unceremoniously called the guards to take Mo Luosang away.

When the figure of Mo Luosang disappeared, Wumeng, who had not spoken for a long time, finally spoke: "General, I'm afraid the Tibetans are not so simple, at least they will not achieve our requirements so easily. ”

Li Huaitang immediately fell into thought, and only spoke out in the middle of a sound, as if he was answering, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "Well, according to common sense, Tubo is strong, we are weak, and the strong will definitely not be willing to be bitten by the weak, if they don't want to retaliate, I don't believe it." If they want to retaliate, they have to use soldiers, but can their soldiers get by? ”

Wumeng said: "What the general said is very true, common sense should be so, just like when the general went north to raid the Turian Shi people, the common sense of the Turian Shi people is that there is no strong enemy in the south. ”

"Shhh

Wumeng's words reminded Li Huaitang that water is impermanent, soldiers are impermanent, and the things in the world are not afraid of not being able to do, and the most afraid of not being able to think of it.

"Trap? Unless they swallow Little Bolu first, how can they overcome the dangers of Little Bolu? ”

Wumeng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can't figure this out either, but Wumeng thinks it's better to be careful." Those Tang people can't help it, but the premise is that we must ensure our own safety. ”

"Well, be prepared, let the eagle ride to the Five Senses to see the terrain and the situation first. If I were a Tibetan, the first choice would be an ambush. Well, ambushes require terrain coordination, so where will the terrain be chosen? ”

Li Huaitang's analytical reasoning is becoming more and more detailed.

"Why don't you look at the map?" Umeng blurted out.