Blazing, blazing fire everywhere, in the blazing firelight, a young boy, running hard.

The crowd in front of him, everyone with their hands empty, discarded everything on their bodies, and their faces were panicked.

The boy listened to the sound of horses' hooves behind him, getting closer and closer, and he tripped under something, and one fell to the ground, and his hand was propped up on a hard erection object, which was a cold corpse, and like him, it was a Chinese face.

"Die!"

Persian? The boy looked back in amazement, and a black Arabian horse raised its hooves in front of him, and the tower-like warrior on the horse's body was shrouded in darkness, and the iron hooves with the big bowl mouth fell heavily, and the snow bright sword light flashed so that he couldn't open his eyes, and could only let out a terrible scream from his mouth.

Liu Ji struggled to sit up, his red upper body was covered with sweat, his eyes lost focus in a daze, and the feeling of suffocation before death was like a personal experience, vividly placed in front of him.

"Goro, Goro!"

With a man's voice, his hand was grasped, and Liu Ji turned his head in horror and met a concerned look.

It was a man of some age, wearing a round-necked shirt, a scarf on his head, a wisp of clear beard under his chin, and a pair of small eyes on his thin cheeks, one of which was slightly oblique, such a face could hardly be said to be pleasing, neither majestic nor kind, and the first adjective that came out of his mind turned out to be.

A face only a mother could love.

But somehow, as soon as he saw the man, Liu Ji couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness, and tears even flowed from his eyes, showing his weakness unabashedly.

Liu Ji knew very well in his heart that at this time, he was like a bystander, whether it was the dream just now or the mood at the moment, he did not belong to himself, but should be the previous owner of this body.

"Dreaming again?" The man took him into his arms and patted him on the back like a child.

"It's no wonder that in that battle, you were only fifteen years old, more than 20,000 people, and less than thirty percent of them came back, and the day you returned, there was no place in the four towns of Anxi that did not hear the cry, high school Cheng, what a proud person, as if someone had taken out his soul, and half of his beard was white."

The man's voice was extremely low, his expression was gloomy, and he fell into the memory, but Liu Ji slowly calmed down, and was brought to a year ago by his story.

Talas, the name that has been sighed by countless people in later generations, appears in his resurrected memory.

In May of the tenth year of Tianbao, Gao Xianzhi, known as the "King of the Chinese Mountains", began his most important march, taking 20,000 Anxi troops and 10,000 Bakhana and Qarluq guest troops, and traveled more than 700 miles to arrive at the city of Talas.

In the case of completely no backup and food routes, the Tang army had to fight quickly, first besieging the city, and then encountering the superior coalition forces of the Great Food and the countries in the river, after holding each other for five days, one of the guest troops, Ge Lulu, rebelled, and the formation of the Tang army, which was attacked by the enemy, collapsed, and the rest of the people fled for their lives under the pursuit of the enemy, just as he saw in his dream.

It was his first formation, and it almost became his last.

“...... On that day, there were more than 100 people with your father, as well as all the judges, military officers, secretaries, and scribes under the Dadu Protectorate, who wrote, wrote, wrote, and wrote all night, and more than 16,000 obituaries, and behind each one, it was a broken home. ”

The man's eyes flashed with tears, but the words he said swallowed back the words "Daddy" blurted out by Liu Ji.

The other party may just be his father's colleague, but judging from the reaction just now, he is definitely a very important person, Liu Ji's injury just right to hide his ignorance, and the man kept comforting until he was stopped.

"Sima, the generals have gathered in the camp, just waiting for you to go to discuss matters."

It was his attendant who came in, and the man showed a surprised look: "The news of Qiuzi has arrived?" ”

"Hmm." The person who came obviously knew the relationship between the two, and replied without hesitation: "Wang Zhongcheng, I'm afraid it's not good." ”

"What!"

The man was taken aback, let go of Liu Ji, stood up, walked a few steps outside and stopped, turned his head and commanded.

"If you have time, you might as well go to Duan Yuhou's place, pay the order, and talk about other things when you come back."

After that, he hurriedly took the attendant out of the door, looking at his back, Liu Ji was stunned for a long time, when the man walked, he was obviously a little uncomfortable, like one leg was long and the other leg was short, which made him think of the record in the history books at once.

Could it be that this man is a legendary figure who entered the government as a servant, started from the lowest level, and finally rose to the envoy of the two towns, but because of a defeat, he was directly ordered to be killed by the emperor.

Feng Changqing?

At this moment, his official position is the deputy envoy of the camp of the four towns branch, the Sima of the Anxi march, and the knowledge of the future!

As soon as he thought of this, he jumped out of bed violently, and pushed open the door barefoot and unclothed, and a cold air rushed to his face, making people tremble.

At his feet, he was already a small Bolu, that is, the Gilgit region of Kashmir in later Pakistan, because the smell in the air was almost exactly the same as that of later generations.

Hundreds of miles away in the city of He Bolao, the chickens, flying dogs and jumping three days ago have disappeared, and all those who were arrested, whether they were Tang people or Sogdians, were released after paying a ransom, and even the old Shijia store where the accident occurred was reopened to welcome customers, as if nothing had ever happened.

In the official residence in the city, Zeng Jiuniang stood under the porch, looked at several Bolu servants with expressionless faces, and carried out a corpse wrapped in a blanket, she knew that it was a very young Bolu girl, who was not only broken before she died, but also full of bruises.

Also as a woman, she could feel the pain of the girl's death, the body had been in the house for three days, but she didn't expect that Xi Dongzan didn't even delay for a moment, her face was like a layer of frost, and the cold was pressing.

"Lady, it's done." It was the first time that the entourage who came to report back saw such an expression, and bowed his head and replied.

"Those people didn't make trouble?"

"Where do they dare, even if they are unwilling, they dare not show it on their faces."

Another poor person who was abandoned by her family, maybe since her family made a decision, the girl's fate was already doomed, Zeng Jiuniang nodded with an unchanged face, and commanded without looking back.

"Pack up our bags, leave after noon, you and Xiao Wu go to rent a few pack horses, and bring everything you can bring."

Is this going to go back? The entourage named Xiao Si was stunned: "So anxious, don't you wait for that person?" ”

That person, Zeng Jiuniang glanced at the direction out of the city and said lightly.

"I'll talk about it when he comes back."