Li Hong ignored Mangsong Mangzan's condemnation and looked up at the moonlit sky, as for the long dragons that were still swimming at the foot of the mountain, he was not the slightest worried.

"Whose idea was it?" Although Li Hong's tone was calm, his cold face was still filled with murderous intent: "This is your last chance." ”

After finishing speaking, the horizontal knife in Li Hong's hand was slowly raised and placed on the shoulder of Mangsong Mangzan, whose face was even paler.

Li Hong's decisiveness in killing is famous, and the retribution is about to be known to the world.

Even if Mangsong Mangzan doesn't know, I'm afraid Princess Wencheng will mention it to him.

Feeling the choking smell of blood on the horizontal knife made him feel a little difficult to breathe.

The sharp blade exuded a cold chill under the refraction of the torch, which made the cold hairs on Mangsong Mangzan's neck stand up involuntarily, and his back was already dripping with cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were wet in an instant.

"I ...... I don't know, why can't it be that they can't get used to seeing you Tang people occupy our holy palace and spontaneously organize a riot? Feeling the killing intent on the bright blade, Mangsong Mangzan said calmly.

"So those Tibetan soldiers at the foot of the mountain were also spontaneously organized? Why are you so easy to deceive when I'm a three-year-old? Li Hong was furious, and slapped the back of the knife on Mangsong Mangzan's face.

The way that was almost humiliating was still not able to lead Princess Wencheng and others.

They were still waiting, waiting for the shouts of killing that had already sounded at the foot of the mountain, and whether Tubo would be able to break through the Tang army's defense and recapture the Potala Palace.

Now that Li Ying has been defeated by Li Hong, all the hopes of the Tubo royal family are pinned on the 70,000 soldiers who have poured all the strength of Tubo.

One of Mangsong Mangzan's cheeks was suddenly red and swollen when he was slapped by Li Hong with the blade of a knife, as if he was holding a steamed bun in his mouth.

The angry eyes wanted to glare at Li Hong, but as soon as they came into contact with Li Hong's eyes full of cold murderous intent, they immediately moved their gaze to other places.

"Why can't it be spontaneously organized, you attacked our holy city in Tibet, occupied our holy palace, and they rushed to rescue them when they heard the news, why not?" Mangsong Mangzan retorted with his head down.

"Tubo, as soon as I go in and out, even if it takes so long to travel? If you don't tell whose idea it is, do you think I really don't dare to kill you? The horizontal knife in Li Hong's hand stood on Mangsong Mangzan's shoulder.

The blade slowly sank into his clothes, cutting through them, and already touching the skin on Mangsong Mangzan's shoulders.

With the strength of Li Hong's hand, Mangsong Mangzan's shoulders sank, and a trace of blood dripped from Mangsong Mangzan's shoulder and fell to the ground along the blade.

"Li Hong, stop!" Princess Wencheng flashed out of the shadows, followed by Concubine Mang, Poor Wadaze, and Gar Zanzhuo.

As a few people walked out, more Tibetan courtiers behind them followed behind and walked out together.

"Let him go." Princess Wencheng approached, glanced at Li Hong, whose face was full of blood, and then at Mangsong Mangzan, who was about to kneel down by the horizontal knife in Li Hong's hand, and stopped again.

Li Hong didn't seem to hear it, the silk scarf on his right arm that was originally tied by Banmei had already fallen off, and the wound on his right arm that was turned over with flesh began to bleed out again because of the force on his arm.

"Poof." Mangsong Mangzan finally failed to withstand the pressure on Li Hong's horizontal knife and suddenly knelt on the ground.

At this time, Li Hongcai squinted at Princess Wencheng with an angry face, and the ministers who were lined up in two rows behind him.

"Whose idea was it, who planned this riot, the soldiers at the foot of the mountain, who secretly summoned it, who was the mastermind of this incident, stand up and let him go." Li Hong ignored the arm that was still bleeding, and steadily pressed Mangsong Mangzan, who was kneeling in front of him, with a calm and cold tone, without the slightest emotion.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Wen Cheng looked at Li Hong, who seemed to have changed into a person, the ruffian but very gentle Li Hong, as if he had disappeared overnight.

"What do I want to do? I should ask you this sentence, right? Li Hong's pupils were shrinking, and everyone around him looked at Li Hong, and they were also soaking cold.

Banmei had a pale face, and slowly walked to Li Hong with an embroidery needle and a thread in her hand.

Xun Lan took a jar of spirits and walked over pretty, and the two girls glanced at Li Hong, and when they saw that they didn't pay attention to them, they began to automatically help Li Hong stitch up his wounds.

According to the method taught to them by Li Hong, the two of them have long been proficient in the past few years, and they have helped Li Hong sew big injuries and small feelings no less than a dozen times.

Xun Lan took the little high-concentration alcohol left, first lifted the wine jar and poured it on the wound on Li Hong's arm, as Li Hong's arm trembled because of the burning pain of the alcohol.

Mangsong Mangzan, who was kneeling on the ground, was also trembling, afraid that the knife full of choking mouth and nose and extremely strong smell of blood would accidentally cut his neck.

Wen Cheng and the others didn't speak, they all looked at Xunlan and Banmei in shock, skillfully helping Li Hong deal with his wounds.

All the people present, except for the battle-hardened soldiers, including Princess Wencheng and other Tibetan ministers, had never seen the treatment of wounds with their own eyes.

What's more, the skin and flesh on Li Hong's arm are turned over, and the bone wound is deeply visible.

Princess Wencheng glanced at the wound on Li Hong's arm, which made people panic and numb on her scalp, and she didn't have the courage to take a second look.

This is different from looking at a corpse that is already dead on the ground, people subjectively think that he is dead, so in terms of senses, they are not very afraid.

However, when they see a deep wound on the body of a living person, everyone will involuntarily subjectively guess the pain of the wound, so it also causes visual pain and impact to people.

Watching Banmei take the threaded needle and thread, and then a pair of white jade hands used the wine in the wine jar, carefully washed it, and then began to try her best to put the wound on Li Hong's right arm, the skin and flesh that had been turned over, and began to sew it together like sewing clothes.

Looking at Banmei's movements and pale little face, everyone was shocked, their hearts shook violently, and even the sound of their heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Li Hong's face was expressionless, and his outstretched right arm trembled slightly, but the horizontal knife was held in his hand, still pressing Mangsong Mangzan, who was kneeling on the ground.

Princess Wencheng wanted to remind Li Hong to put down the horizontal knife, but hurriedly glanced at the wound on Li Hong's arm that was being stitched up by Banmei, so she swallowed the words that came to her mouth alive into her stomach.

At this time, everyone's attention was on Banmei's sewing of Li Hong's wounds, and no one paid attention to the sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain at this moment.

Li Hong occasionally raised the corners of his mouth because of the pain, but the horizontal knife in his hand still calmly pressed Mangsong Mangzan, and his tone remained unchanged, saying: "Is no one planning to stand up and bear the consequences of today?" ”

As Banmei stitched up the wound, the sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain became more and more intense, and everyone only recovered from the pain of stitching the wound just now.

"Li Hong, let's stop the army, our Tibetan warriors, in order to recapture our holy city and holy palace, we will definitely do whatever it takes." Princess Wencheng saw Xunlan holding a clean white cloth, and after Banmei retreated, she carefully bandaged Li Hong's wound and said sincerely.

"I don't see any hope of attacking you, maybe you can ask your people to stop, Tang boy, there has never been such a thing as surrendering." Li Hong was very firm, the horizontal knife in his hand moved slightly, and after reversing it, he held it in his left hand.

Then he turned around and looked at the soldiers of the two countries who were fighting fiercely at the foot of the mountain.

Long dragon-like Tibetan soldiers poured in from all directions, but because the area in front of the Potala Palace was too narrow, their own battle formations were a little chaotic all of a sudden.

The Tang people have always insisted on reassuring, not moving an inch, standing there motionless like nails.

The moon on the plateau seems to be much clearer than the moon in Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, and even the arrows shot by the bow and crossbow can be seen flying in the night sky due to eyesight.

Princess Wencheng and Li Hong stood side by side, looked at the battle below, and said lightly: "We have an advantage in numbers, and we will ...... at dawn at the latest." ”

"The five hundred warriors in the Red Palace also have a numerical advantage, and they are still broken through by me. Oh, your first warrior in Tibet, Xue Lie, still has his head half pulled around his neck, but he is dead. Li Hong said lightly.

"Hmph, so what, as long as you don't have the thunder, you are not invincible." Gar Zanzhuo looked at Li Hong's bright red cloak angrily, and the moonlight shone on it, as if it had also cast a layer of cold mystery on the cloak.

"Who told you I didn't have a thunderbolt?" A cold smile appeared at the corner of Li Hong's mouth, and his body suddenly seemed to be filled with another layer of killing intent.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know, the thunder is only effective during the day when the sun is shining. Every time you use the heavenly thunder in my Tibetan territory, it is in a sunny place, and when you ambush the Seven Kings of Tianchi, your heavenly thunder only resounded on the hillside where the sun can shine. Gar Zanzhuo took two steps forward, as if to put pressure on Li Hong, and also like to cheer up his own people, and said eloquently.

Li Hong didn't even bother to look at him, for new things, people who don't understand will always have a fluke in their hearts and find a lot of specious excuses for their luck.

However, this can't be blamed on Gar Zanzhuo, the two ambushes of the Seven Kings of Tianchi by mistake by Black Tooth Changzhi were really on the sunny slopes of the mountain range, but they didn't expect that this would become the reason why they thought that the explosives would not explode at night.

Thinking of this, Li Hong glanced at the bright and shimmering gray moon above his head in slight surprise, and asked, "Don't tell me, you chose the night of the full moon because of the thunder?" ”

"Hmph, you're smart! When the moon is full, it is also the time of extreme yin, the sky thunder is yang, and the full moon moon is just able to suppress your day thunder! Gar Zanzhuo was even more proud at the moment, and it was only now that Li Hong guessed why they chose the night of the full moon. If you leave halfway through, press CTRL+D to save the current page to your favorites so you can watch it later!