The strategic, organized and disciplined retreat of the Tang Army before this was in sharp contrast to the chaotic and chaotic retreat of Tibet.

But now no one in the Red Palace Square pays attention to the battle at the foot of the mountain. All of them looked dull and pale, as if they still had ears in front of them, and there was still the deafening sound of the thunder rolling that day, and the huge fire that could rise into the air.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the night sky, but no one knew why it smelled after the thunder explosion that day.

Garzandra was equally pale, with a dull expression of disbelief, and his lips squirmed and he didn't know what he was muttering.

Just now, there was a resounding word, the extreme yin power of the full moon can suppress the power of the extreme yang of the heavenly thunder.

For example, the thunder was rolling in front of his eyes today, the deafening sound, the fire that rose into the air, the thick smoke that covered the night sky like a dark cloud, and the peerless power of the earth shaking the mountains all made his mind blank at this moment.

After the foot of the mountain was blown off by the explosion, the first half of the Tibetan soldiers scattered and fled to both sides. In the second half of the period, the Tubo soldiers, who were originally going forward one after another, bravely and invinciblely rushed forward, actually stopped their advance after the explosion sounded.

The dust was flying all over the sky, the smell of gunpowder smoke was permeating, and after a while, the remaining Tubo soldiers who had not been affected by the explosion in the second half were already covered with dust.

At this moment, an expression of shock was shocked, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground without realizing it, and when they couldn't understand what was in front of them, they were often classified among ghosts and gods.

"The snow god is powerful, we can't be enemies of the Tang people, you see, this is the end of being an enemy, run." Ashnu didn't know when he was wearing the clothes of a Tibetan soldier and yelled in the Tibetan language.

"Run, if you don't run, the thunder will blow us up, and it almost blew us up just now." A soldier next to Ashinu who did not look like a Tang man looked at Ashinu and shouted in the same way.

"Withdraw ......."

Behind him, I don't know who shouted, and the Tubo soldiers who were trembling and slowly retreating were scattered all of a sudden, and all kinds of weapons were thrown all over the ground.

Immediately, they all followed the group that fled first and began to run out of the city.

"Li Hong, Xin Rao Miwo Buddha will not let you go, you demon king! You're going to hell! Princess Wencheng looked haggard, her face was full of painful sorrow, and she scolded Li Hong in pain.

The Buddha of Sinrao Miwo, the founder of their Bon religion, was slowly evolved into a god in the evolution of Bon and was listed as the head of all the Buddhas of the Ten Directions and the Third World.

Princess Wencheng cursed Li Hong with Xinrao Miwo Buddha, which was already the most hated curse among the nobles.

"Whether it is a god, a Buddha, or a demon, where I Li Hong is, I must retreat, and I will be the master. I stand here, I am the Buddha here, the god here! Even if I'm a demon from the eighteenth layer of hell! I'll be standing here too, dominating everything here! Li Hong was unmoved, his eyes were fixed on the fleeing Tubo soldiers from beginning to end, and he said lightly.

The red cloak fluttered in the wind behind him, like a fire burning. The black trousers on the lower body shook with the night wind, and the strong upper body seemed to glow with a layer of treasure light in the moonlight.

With sharp and cold cheeks, cold eyes that look at the world, and long black hair scattered behind his head, the whole person is like a god, exuding a momentum of dominating the world.

Princess Wencheng looked at Li Hong like a king in a daze, at this time, she had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know who was right and who was wrong in this world.

The victor, the prince, the loser, finally bitterly realized the meaning of this sentence.

"Who is the mastermind?" Li Hong faced the wind and asked lightly again.

If you don't get to the bottom of this matter, in the end, the conquest of Tibet will be like a dream, and sooner or later it will be empty.

Only strict investigation can make them fear themselves from the bottom of their hearts, and plant a fear of themselves as demons in the hearts of all the courtiers in Tibet.

No one spoke, everyone had a heavy expression, and everyone knew that at this moment, Tubo was going to really perish.

Even their Zampu was still kneeling at the feet of this demon king at this moment.

The shouts and killings at the foot of the mountain didn't seem to wake up their numb nerves, until the Tubo soldiers who had escaped in the second half of the mountain, when they were about to reach the gate of the Potala Palace, the Tubo people in the Red Palace Square, including Princess Wencheng, all knelt on the ground.

Countless torches suddenly lit up at the gate of the city, and the arrows looked like dark clouds in the distance under the moonlight, and the Tibetan soldiers who were originally running in the front suddenly turned into the alley.

And many Tibetan soldiers who had not yet come to their senses behind them, led by a leader, were about to ponder whether to go out of the city or dodge first, when a rain of arrows attacked them.

In an instant, the first few rows of Tibetan soldiers, as if the crops in the crop field had encountered a strong wind, fell in a large number of pieces in a short period of time.

Blacktooth Changzhi rode on a war horse, the bright horse lance in his hand glowed with a compelling cold light, and behind him were still rows of cavalry battle formations holding horse lances, and further back, there was the crossbowman who shot a rain of arrows just now.

The unilateral massacre did not last long, and less than four or five thousand people, and less than a stick of incense fell on the streets at the city gates.

The lance in the hand of the black tooth Changzhi was still dripping with blood, riding on the street full of corpses, the cold wind blew, and there was a strong and disgusting smell of blood.

The eastern sky revealed a hint of fish belly white, and the sky shone with a slight light, indicating that today is no different from the usual day.

It's just that the people in the city of Luo, who were supposed to get up early, stayed at home at this time and didn't dare to go out.

The groans of pain in the streets, and the occasional heart-rending cry, sounded in the calm of the morning.

The Jokhang Temple and the Jokhang Temple on both sides of the Potala Palace are the only two places in the city, as usual.

The melodious bell rings slowly, heralding the arrival of a new day, and the monks who get up early to recite the Buddhist scriptures get up as quickly as they do every morning.

A rush of footsteps sounded at the gate of the Jokhang Temple, and the gate of the Jokhang Temple suddenly toppled over, papping up a cloud of dust.

Gu Xin (the king of law or the national teacher) of Tubo Zampu, looked at the Tang soldiers who poured in, closed his eyes and didn't know what to say, so he followed him in the direction of the Potala Palace.

In the palace where the Red Palace Zanpu handled government affairs, Li Hong held a horizontal knife in his hand and quietly looked at Mangsong Mangzan, Garzanzhuo and Chidu Songjie below.

Princess Wencheng got up from the chair and said coldly: "Li Hong, this is all done by the old man, think about it with your brain, you will know that in Tubo, except for me, who has the ability and prestige to gather such a person over!" ”

"I heard Ashnu say that most of these people are the warriors of the Yang tribe, the poor Wada is the first warrior of the Yang tribe, and Xue Lie is the first warrior of Tubo. Many members of the Zhangzhung tribe were also involved in last night's rebellion, and you really planned these things? Li Hong's right arm was once again bandaged by Banmei.

"Yes, I am the one who planned it, and I am the mastermind you are looking for! Mangsong Mangzan didn't know the news beforehand, otherwise, do you think that with your fifty people, you can guard him? Before he was killed by our warriors, he was snatched by me! Princess Wencheng tried to convince Li Hong that she had done all this.

Leaving Mangsong Mangzan, for Tubo, there is still a glimmer of hope for the restoration of the country, but if there is no Mangsong Mangzan, the bloodline of the Tubo royal family will perish, and Tubo will also be officially destroyed.

"Garzandra, who do you think is the mastermind?" Li Hong didn't pay any attention to Princess Wencheng anymore, looked at Garzanzhuo below and asked.

"I was the mastermind, I secretly contacted them and made an appointment. It has nothing to do with Zampu, Holy Salvation Buddha Mother and others. As your courtiers of the Tang Dynasty often say, the lord deserves to die if he insults his ministers. I can't watch our Zamp being treated like this by you, and our country can't be dominated by outsiders. Garzandra said with a solemn expression and a calm voice.

Li Hong sighed slightly, the purpose of Liwei has been achieved, Liwei is to give many Tibetan people and other courtiers Liwei, so that they can believe that the Tang Dynasty is strong and undefeatable.

As for these hard bones, Li Hong does not have the luxury of what kind of impact it can have on their psychology.

Gar Zanzhuo and several of his brothers, that is the Tubo elite who were secretly sent into the Tang Dynasty by Lu Dongzan to study Tang culture, if it weren't for these tricks, you would be able to crush his heart and beliefs.

Although he said at the beginning that explosives would be suppressed by the full moon of the extreme yin at night, if it was placed in other places in Datang, even Chang'an City, wouldn't it be the same as this or that remark?

It is even possible that there will be even more foolish remarks than those of Garzandr.

Moreover, this remark naturally also includes their Zanpu Gusin, their Dharma King.

No wonder this guy has been shrinking in the Jokhang Temple and not coming out, thinking that he would hold back some good tricks, and after a long time, he gave Gar Zanzhuo a fallacy that the heavenly thunder belongs to the yang and the extreme yin can be suppressed.

Li Hong held his chin, thinking in his mind about how to end this endgame of Tubo, although he won now, but just like the US army in the previous life, the next thing is probably the more troublesome thing for him.

Mangsong Mangzan can't move, and if he moves, it is equivalent to returning Tubo to Tubo, but it is returning to the era before Songtsan Gampo, so this method is not advisable.

The position of the great minister of Garzandra must be removed. He and Mangsong Mangzan can only keep one of them in his place, otherwise, they will repeat the mistakes of last night.

Princess Wencheng? Thinking of this, Li Hong couldn't help but feel a big head.

What should this aunt do? Even if all the people in Tibet help her cover up, they can't get rid of the suspicion that she is the mastermind of planning this incident.

What to do with her was definitely a tricky and headache for him. If you leave halfway through, press CTRL+D to save the current page to your favorites so you can watch it later!