Chapter 82: The Legend of Undefeated - In Progress

The smoke of the fragrant valley cooking in the sunset curls.

After a tiring day, people carried their hoes and burdens from all corners of the Qingxiang Valley back to their places of residence.

Those with family members have already begun to eat, and on the small bluestone table at the door, a few leafy vegetables, accompanied by one or two pieces of red and bright bacon, look very good.

The soup cake in a large bowl of coarse porcelain is now the most common meal in the valley, and there is no need to work at night, and it is most suitable to eat such soup and water.

The guys who didn't have any family could just wait for the bearded cook to help them fill up the unpalatable mush.

In fact, the things here are almost the same as what other people eat, and the ingredients are the same, but the bearded chef is troublesome, and pours the vegetable leaves, bacon, and gnocchi into a large pot to cook......

"Quelen, can't you just cook a good meal for us?" The bachelor with the wooden bowl sighed and said to the cook when he saw the strangely shaped bumps in the bowl.

The cook was obviously full, and after poking a thin signature into his teeth, and a long strand of meat poked out of his teeth, Cook Quillen breathed a sigh of relief, and then stuffed the shredded meat into his mouth again and ate it.

"Won't all the meat that the patriarch gave us be eaten by you, a greedy fellow?" A bachelor who saw Quiren ruminating shredded meat hurriedly asked.

"A few months ago, you camels couldn't even eat camel thorns on the Gobi, but now you have such a good meal.

The guy who has the ability to learn the iron 300, get a mother-in-law for himself, and even his son is ready-made, and he can eat good meals every day.

That's it here, Lao Tzu has to serve fifty of you alone, how can you have the time to slowly cook a beautiful meal? ”

Quillen's words blocked the mouths of all the bachelors, he was right, he had been in the valley for almost half a year, from liking as long as he was eating, to now picking out meals, it was only half a year.

"If you pick and choose, you'll need a maid to feed you, just like Lord Bayi.

Serve your rice bowl and get out of here, there are still people waiting for you. ”

The bachelors scolded Quiren in Turkic aloud, and then took their big bowls to find acquaintances to mix some greens to eat.

Master Compal watched this scene from a short distance with a smile, turned back to Tie Xinyuan, who was sitting on the edge of the table and drank tea, and smiled, "This is paradise." ”

Tie Xinyuan smiled: "If you are full, it is paradise? ”

"Eat well, there is no war, it is paradise, we live freely under the sky, experience birth, old age, sickness and death, we can only endure the disasters that come down from heaven, if there is no man-made disaster, it is the day when the auspicious flowers bloom."

Tie Xinyuan shook his head and said, "I understand the peace and joy you said, this thing will never fall from the sky on its own, but there are exceptions.

Once upon a time, there was a wise man in the Tianzhu Kingdom who wanted to change the fate of everyone around him through non-violent non-cooperation......"

"What is nonviolent non-cooperation? I've never heard of it. ”

"Just sit there and do nothing, against the king, against the army, without paying taxes to the king, without working for the king......"

"Wait, what if the king kills them?"

"Bear with it, the king can't kill them all......"

"Is the last wise man still alive? Did he succeed? ”

"Herein lies the problem, he succeeded, the king gave power to the people, and the wise man was killed by the people he redeemed."

"O merciful man!"

"Yes, that wise man is truly remarkable."

"No, I'm talking about the king who gave up his power, and he is the one who deserves admiration, how kind he is, who cares for the lives of his people and willingly surrenders his power...... Such a person cannot be praised enough. ”

"Do you think that if I learn from that wise man and face the Khitans and Uighurs with non-violence and non-cooperation, will they take the initiative to withdraw from Hami and leave this place for us to build as a paradise?"

"No, the Uighur king, or the Khitan emperor, will kill all those here who are unwilling to pay taxes for him and work for him......"

Tie Xinyuan glanced at Master Rinpo, and said angrily, "Since you know this truth, why do you always tell me in my ear not to use conspiracy, not to kill people, and not to start a war with others?" ”

Compal smiled, "I always feel that you can become a nobler, a greater person." ”

"I'm sure I'll be like that, but ah, not now, but when we're strong enough to look down on all the powers, and that's when we're showing our kindness and fraternity.

The kindness that the weak give to others may be perceived as weakness by others, and they will not think that you give them kindness, they will say that it is a natural contribution.

Only the kindness that the strong inflicts on the weak is kindness, and if you don't believe it, he will whip you with a big stick until you admit that it is kindness.

We Song people have a very reasonable saying that is called - thunder, rain and dew are all Jun'en, which is very illustrative. ”

"So, in your eyes, there is no such thing as kindness at all?" Compal was a little sad.

Tie Xinyuan himself seemed to be a little confused, looked at the sky and said: "I don't know, I used to believe it, but it seems to have changed a little recently, and I said what I said just now......"

Hassan's arm was covered with flesh and skin, and a palm-sized piece of flesh hung from his arm and flicked out with beads of blood.

The long knife in his hand did not pause in the slightest, and he felt that a piece of meat was worth it for the life of a Uighur warrior.

This time, the Uighur warriors did not flee, let alone surrender like the White Wolf Plain, and Zema did not shout, but just sat on the white camel and watched the battle in front of him indifferently.

At the first moment when more than 30 **** big men jumped out, Zema recognized that this was a group of real Tubo people.

At first, she thought it was her father, or her brother chose to snatch herself back here when he learned that he was going to be sent to the Khitan.

After watching it for a while, she didn't think so, there are more cowardly slaves in the Great Snow Mountain, and fewer are warriors who can really go to the battlefield.

Since she is facing the Tubo people, she must maintain her dignity as a Tubo princess, even if she is so frightened by the fierce clansmen that she is about to pee her pants, she still grits her teeth and sits there watching them fight.

Hassan flew into a Uighur warrior who was about to cut off Phuntsok's head, and the Uighur warrior's foot chopped off his face, and a tooth flew out, and Hassan still cut off one of the warrior's legs with his long knife.

In a very short time, the camels did not run away, but crouched down in the gully and slowly regurgitated, chewing the hay they had eaten in their mouths again, and watching with interest the brutal slaughter that was going on in front of them.

The Qingtang warriors who formed the formation were not something that the elite Uighur warriors with eyes above the top could handle.

The Uighur side, which had two charges, soon became the less numerous.

When the wounded Ziguli Pero was escorted by two warriors, the remaining Uighur warriors naturally fled.

After a long chase with his men, Hassan returned to the caravan.

When a knife split open the chest on the camel's back, the gold ingots were scattered all over the ground.

Hassan held the two gold ingots, looked at his comrades who had died in battle, and couldn't help but cry bitterly.

Phuntsok came to Hassan's side with difficulty and said, "With these things, we can exchange for countless spices.

Even if Sundar and they die in battle, it will be worth it. ”

"Thirty-one people when we came, and now, with less than twenty of us standing, how can we keep so many belongings?"

"Hassan, I'll take these things to the man to exchange for spices, you and Barron don't come with us, if we succeed, you will join us again, if we fail, you must rush back and bring someone to avenge us!"

"What about the two women on the white camel? Kill them? Hassan nodded, then turned his gaze back to the two women on the back of the white camel.

"Can't be killed, someone has escaped, if we kill these two women from the Great Snow Mountain, we will be in trouble.

The Great Marshal doesn't care how many Uighurs we kill, and if we kill the princess of the same clan in the Great Snow Mountain, it's hard to predict what the outcome will be. ”

Seeing that Hassan's red eyes were full of animality, Phuntsok hurriedly opened his bow and arrows, and the feathered arrows were nailed to the hind buttocks of the white camels, and with a high hiss, he turned around and ran away along the edge of the sand dunes.

Hassan slammed his fist into the sand and left Phuntsok to help him with his wounds.

Tetsuzo looked up from the sand indifferently, and the white camel carried the screaming Zema and the maid to the depths of the desert that stretched far away.

He ignored the woman, there was never a word about this woman in Tie Xinyuan's plan.

This woman is just an inconspicuous green leaf in Tie Xinyuan's vast plans.

Before Hassan was alert, Tetsusan quietly retreated into the thick night with his own people.

As long as he is fast enough, he should be able to kill most of the Uighur warriors before they escape back to Hami, leaving a few people to report to Asalan, and people like Ziguli Pero will have to be dealt with anyway.

After waiting for two days in Hami, Tie Xinyuan got the news from Tie San.

On the way back to Hami, he saw many corpses, and the Uighurs, including Ziguli Pero, were all dying of thirst in the desert, and they fled in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to take water with them.

Even if there is no water in the desert for two days in July, the living people will be roasted dry by the hot wind of the desert (stepping on the sand with a high temperature of more than 40 degrees, one day is enough to kill, and I have tried, in that environment, I drank four bottles of water in two hours, and I was still thirsty. ）

The Uighurs on foot took at least four days to get out of the desert. (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 2