Chang'an, in the left prime minister's mansion, Pei Jun paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, Cui Yuan continued to be harmless to the right side, and he could also retain the position of the left prime minister, and he remained neutral in this matter, so when the queen mother used the pretext of stabilizing the overall situation as an excuse to postpone Cui Yuan's right prime minister indefinitely, he was silent.

But Li Miao was appointed as the prince, but he couldn't accept it, Li Miao was only three years old, Cui Yuan would definitely slowly use the increase of imperial power as a means to deprive the cabinet of power one by one, and pinch it into his own hands, it must be like this, coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes.

Tall! Pei Jun had to admire Cui Yuan's superb layout, and he even suspected now that Cui Yuan planned that the emperor was trapped in the West Surrender City, otherwise, how could it be so coincidental, the little ambition that the emperor had just shown was immediately strangled by Cui Yuan.

ruined the future of the Li family, and therefore extended the position of the right minister, and then used the queen mother to establish the crown prince, it can really be described as killing three birds with one stone, he does not object to the extension of the right minister, after all, the Cui family has strong strength as a backing, but the prince is different, he Pei Jun also has a chance.

Pei Jun slowly stopped and stared at a proposal on the table, which was a joint proposal by his Pei Jun, Zhang Ruohao, Wei Ge, and Chu Xingshui, proposing Li Yao, the eldest grandson of Yongwang Li Mao, as the crown prince, and was supported by a group of old ministers such as Guo Ziyi, Chang Gon, Ji Guangchen, and Yan Zhenqing.

But Pei Jun still seemed worried, in terms of the right to speak on royal affairs, the role of the Queen Mother was obvious, if she forcibly appointed Li Miao as the prince, they would be helpless.

Pei Jun pushed open the window and looked at the north anxiously, but what can be done to save the emperor?

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As night fell, the prairie grew darker, and at the end of the sky there was a strong wind, which tore up the black clouds that filled the sky, which were cold and heavy, and from the top of it split many small clouds, and galloped in front of it, swallowing up the stars one by one.

Zhang Huan stood on a gentle hill, a few miles away, at the foot of the swarthy Wudeqi Mountain (now Hangai Mountain), the outline of the city wall was reflected white under the lightning bolts, clearly visible, there was the pearl of the grassland, the capital of Hui Han Erbali, now there were only 5,000 defenders.

Zhang Huan stared at the dark clouds above the city, as if the black mountain peaks were pressed down, a dazzling lightning bolt swept through, failing to tear apart the thick dark clouds, and the huge thunder rolled through the low clouds.

A heroic young man drove Pegasus to Zhang Huan's side, he jumped off the horse, and gave a military salute to Zhang Huan with a resolute gaze, "General, I'm going!" ”

He is the youngest officer Zhang Huan picked up, named He Lou Wuji, is the grandson of the famous general He Lou Yurun in Anxi, he is only eighteen years old this year, but he has been in the army for three years, and he is about to lead 300 warriors disguised as Uighur soldiers to blend into the city as an internal response.

Zhang Huan nodded silently, He Lou Wuji turned over and got on his horse, with a wave of his hand, three hundred warriors saluted Zhang Huan on the horse, and rode westward, their expressions were cold, and the cold light on their helmets disappeared into the thick night in a moment.

"Mr. Gao, I'll leave everything to you." Zhang Huan bowed deeply to the accompanying guide, and Mr. Gao raised his head and smiled, and galloped away with the three hundred warriors to Han Erbali.

It wasn't until they were all far away that Zhang Huan turned his horse's head and ran northwest under the escort of several personal soldiers.

The big raindrops fell drop by drop, a bright lightning bolt lit up the whole sky, and in an instant there was silence, a thunderclap sounded overhead, and the downpour poured down, and the whole grassland was shrouded in boundless*.

On the vast grassland, nearly 3,000 Tang troops stood in the torrential winds and rains, and the number of tents was not enough, so they simply did not tie any of them, and all officers and soldiers stood quietly in the rain, as if they were being tested by the sky before the war.

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Han Er Bali in the Hui language is the meaning of the city of the emperor, it is located in the upper reaches of the Orkhon River today, since the bone force Peiluo in Tianbao three years to unify the nine surnames of the tribes, and Ba Ximi, Ge Lulu and other departments to unite after the Turks to establish the Hui Ya tent here, the later period of the Anshi Rebellion, the Hui Empire began to grow, Dengli Khan drove hundreds of thousands of slaves from various countries to build a city here.

It is the only city on the steppe, inhabited by Uighur nobles, and the huge royal palace is covered with rich Persian carpets, jewels from Samarkand and porcelain and silk from the Tang Dynasty.

The supreme ruler of the Hui Dynasty, Dengli Khan, personally led an army of 300,000 to besiege the city of Xishou, and he left 20,000 troops to protect the city, but more than 10,000 people have been used to urge food and protect food, and there are 5,000 troops and horses in the city at this moment.

At this moment, he stood in front of the window with melancholy eyes, looking at the torrential rain and fell into deep thought, the Khan had led the army to besiege the city of Xishou for nearly twenty days, but he had not taken the city for a long time, he knew that the Khan wanted to bargain with the Tang Dynasty and win the greatest benefits.

Last year, a drought took nearly seventy percent of the livestock, and now it is the time for cattle and sheep to give birth, but almost all the young and strong have been taken away, and once the season is missed, this year will be another disaster year.

Luju Modaghan's idea of rebuilding the Silk Road and profiting from transit trade to compensate for the losses caused by last year's drought was supported by the pro-merchant Sogdians, but was firmly opposed by the Muslim aristocracy and Manichaeans, who traditionally pastoralized the country.

Lu Ju Mo Dagan sighed, his thoughts returned to raising military rations, the 50,000 cattle and sheep that had just been raised recently had been transported to the Khan in ten batches, but 50,000 cattle and sheep were still a cup of money for the 300,000 army, Lu Ju Mo Dagan was very anxious, he had sent troops to the countries of the Western Regions to ask for cattle and sheep, but he didn't know when there would be news?

At this time, heavy footsteps came from outside the door, interrupting his train of thought, and then a soldier reported outside, "Xiangguo, there is news from outside the city that someone has found a suspicious army twenty miles to the northeast!" ”

"What?" Lu Ju Moda turned around and said in surprise: "How many people?" ”

"I heard that there are more than 1,000 people, and they are dressed quite like the Tang Army."

"More than a thousand!" Lu Ju Mo Dagan relaxed slightly, the number of people is not large, it is estimated that it is the sentinel of the Tang army, and the army in his city is enough to deal with it.

Suddenly, he remembered something, his face turned pale, the eldest prince Le Mo and a group of noble children went out hunting three days ago, and they came back in these two days, but don't meet them.

Lu Ju Mo Dagan couldn't sit still any longer, he jumped up and ordered: "Hurry up and send people out of the city to find them, to prevent them from returning to the city!" ”

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It rained overnight and one day, and as the third day approached dawn, the tyrannical rain finally got tired, withdrew its unbridled indulgence, and regained its gentle side, becoming fine and dense, and the clouds in the sky became thinner and lighter, showing a gray blue smoke color.

On a high ground about three miles north of the city of Han'er, hundreds of white tents were densely packed, some Uighur soldiers were untying their ropes and preparing to pack up and return to the city, while a few beautiful women stood in front of the tent curtain and looked up at the rapidly changing clouds in the sky, clapping and laughing, the atmosphere was calm and peaceful, full of the vitality peculiar to the morning.

But, just a few miles away, an army full of murderous aura was silently attacking, like a sharp horizontal knife unsheathed.

The horse's hooves stepped through the waterlogged depression, splashing white and bright water, experiencing the baptism of the storm, making the eyes of the Tang soldiers more and more cold, the knife has been unsheathed, the bow has been wound, and the long lance is held horizontally, like a group of wolves on the grassland rushing to the sheep two miles away.

Getting closer and closer, the white tent was already faintly visible in the rain, Zhang Huan wiped the rain from his face, pointed the long knife to the left and right, and more than 2,000 cavalry immediately divided into three teams and outflanked hundreds of tents.

"Kill!" The roar shattered the silence of the early morning, and the shouts of thousands pierced the rain and fog for miles, alarming the defenders of the city, and some soldiers crawled to report.

Lu Ju Moda's dry face turned green, Le Mo Di is the first heir of the Khan, if he has three longs and two shorts, how can he explain to the Khan, "Quickly send three thousand people out of the city to respond, and you must rescue the eldest prince!" Lu Ju Mo Dagan shouted repeatedly, but he was still not at ease, and personally rushed to the city wall to watch the battle.

But it was too late, the merciless slaughter was coming to an end, the tent had been trampled by the horses, no longer white, but red, and everywhere there were people who had been hacked to death, the Hui soldiers who had time to put on their armor, the noblemen who were gorgeously dressed, the young women with empty eyes looking at the sky, the heads, broken arms, and bloody limbs, the air was full of pungent fishy smell, and the red blood soaked the tent, converging into sticky blood streams, constantly rising clumps of foam, slowly flowing towards the grass.

"General, this person claims to be the eldest prince of Chief Hu." Several soldiers pushed a young nobleman in his twenties and stumbled to Zhang Huan's horse.

Zhang Huan looked at him, only to see that he was short and strong, with small eyes, and a round face like a cake, but the clothes he was wearing were very elegant, and they were actually sewn with Shu brocade.

Zhang Huan picked out the gold medal in his arms with the tip of his knife, and the gold medal was engraved with words on both sides, one side was Turkic, and the other side was Chinese, it seemed that his official name and name were actually Prince Ye Hu.

"Your name is Lemo?"

The young nobleman raised his head proudly and ignored him, Zhang Huan smiled faintly, he didn't care about the other party's attitude, the important thing was that he had already got the first chip, he immediately turned his horse head and ordered: "Ignite!" ”

A puff of black smoke rose into the sky in the rain and mist, it was the Tang army burning the corpses to attract the troops in the city, but it seemed that there was no need to do so, and a mile away, a group of 3,000 Hui cavalry was galloping in formation.

The 2,500 cavalry Tang army quickly formed a team, and they were about to meet the most severe test, and if they were taken, Han'er Bali City was in the bag.......

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(One day a more old Gao is really guilty, changed to two days and three more, there are updates every morning, and then every other day, around 12 o'clock in the evening, add a more chapter, and the book is scheduled to be on the shelves on November 1st, this is the editor's high hopes for this book, I hope it can go to the new book monthly ticket list, it seems that there are not many gods on the shelves in November, I still hope to be on the list, please support it then.) ）