"Do what?"

On the well-maintained face of integrity, a sarcastic smile was revealed, and the Tubo words spit out of his mouth already seemed a little rusty, and he had to lower the speed of his speech in order to express the meaning completely.

"What do I want to do, you don't know? The great leader of the Subi tribe, the great monk of Tibet, and the wise man of the plateau, when did it start, and he couldn't help it. ”

When he came here again, he felt uncomfortable, even the Tubo-style robe on his body was extremely awkward, in his memory, since he began to remember, he has been growing up in the way of life of the Han people. It didn't exist at all.

For his feelings, Mo Lingti knew very well, and he could guess one or two about his intentions, but five years ago, he wouldn't even see anyone at all, so he cut it directly outside the tent and handed over the head, which was a great achievement.

But now?

Mo Lingti smiled all over his face, as if he had seen an old friend who had been separated for a long time, not only did he welcome him in person, but he didn't even see the etiquette that the other party lacked, and the situation was stronger than people.

The two sat opposite each other on the couch in the tent, one in the Tubo style of sitting cross-legged, the other in the Han kneeling style, with a small table in the middle of them, and a maid poured them with boiled butter tea and mare's milk wine, and Mo Lingti waved his hand and drove everyone out.

"Gar. Old time, my old friend, the year you were born, I was only three years old, my father took me to your tribe to congratulate, at that time, your family, still the most honorable surname in Tibet, your grandfather, is a great hero praised by everyone, the patriarch of the Subi tribe, can only prostrate under his feet, it is difficult to get him to look at it. ”

Mo Lingti's words stirred up waves in his heart, it was more than fifty years ago, Gar. Qinling, the son of the great Lu Dongzan, the invincible god of war in the hearts of the Tubo people, the demon in the eyes of the Tang people, and his grandfather.

The Gar family, reached its peak in his hands, and several brothers successively became the great treatise of Tibet, controlling the internal affairs of the country and most of the soldiers and horses, but it was precisely because of this that it aroused the suspicion of Zampu, which was used by the Tang people and evolved into a mutiny, a monarch's mutiny against his courtiers!

As a result, Qin Ling and several brothers were killed, and his son and another brother fled to the Tang Dynasty with thousands of clansmen, serving their former sworn enemies, and more than fifty years have passed.

"There is no more Gar family in this world, my surname, my father's surname, my grandfather, in the ancestral hall of the family, also has a surname."

On Chengxin didn't touch the cup of mare's milk wine, but just picked up the butter tea, put it to his lips and took a gentle breath.

"Tea, it was my great-grandfather who introduced you Tubo from the Tang Dynasty, it allowed you to overcome the water and soil adaptation, you can rush down from the plateau, wantonly kill and plunder everything of the Han people, even this barley and wine-making method, are passed down by the Tang Dynasty, you not only forget their source, but also forget the people who brought them in."

He put the teacup on the table and said coldly: "I don't want to come at all on this trip, because everyone knows that the only thing that can make you feel frightened is the sword and death, mercy, will be seen as cowardice, grace, will be regarded as stupidity, barbarian, only if you are killed like cattle and sheep, will you not pose a threat to mankind." ”

Mo Lingti sighed secretly, these seemingly negative words, in fact, are very correct, the strong against the weak, of course, they have the power to dominate, when they were strong, they dealt with the Tang people like this, and now that they have changed, who is to blame.

"My old friend, the Subians are not Tibetans, and there is not much hatred between us."

"If it weren't for that, I wouldn't be sitting here at all."

On the integrity of the tone has not changed much, for the old friend in his mouth, there is no sense of identity: "Tuyuhun has been completely eliminated, how much is left in the place of the Qiang people, you know better than me, the next step, it will be your Subi people, Tubo people, will always hide behind, pray for the protection of the gods, this time, I don't know if the gods can hear, their voices, so what about the choice of your Subi people, Mo Ling for the big leader?" ”

The corners of Mo Lingti's mouth were a little bitter, and the words he said were extremely difficult: "This is what Ge Shuhan wants to say to me?" ”

"That's what Dr. Goshu asked me to say to you." On integrity, he didn't dodge or avoid, staring at his eyes stunned.

Mo Lingti looked at this familiar stranger, the unique blush on the plateau has been transformed by the white face, in addition to the skeleton, there is also a bit of Tubo, and in a few generations, the direct descendants of this great family, I am afraid that he will completely become a Han Chinese, his eyes are cold, his heart is also cold, and there is no room for negotiation in his tone, as if he is reading out the final verdict.

Is it anyone's fault? If that Zampu hadn't been so stupid fifty years ago, the Gar family would have continued to be a nightmare for the Tang people, no matter how many of them came, they would have become just a pile of bones and a stone monument to heroes' memories.

For a moment, he really wanted to pull out his knife and cut it over, fighting for his future and his life, and he didn't want to be threatened and humiliated like this, but he had to endure it, for the sake of tens of thousands of clansmen, endure it.

Mo Ling forced himself to put on a smile, bent down and took the opportunity to add tea to the other party to avoid this embarrassment, even if the bowl of tea in front of him was not even a drop.

"You should know better than me, the Subi people have never wanted to be enemies of the Tang Dynasty, but we are attached to the wings of the Tubo people, they control everything, how many warriors are recruited by them, and the rest are either grazing or farming, even the land under your feet, in the name of I am Ruben, but there are only a few thousand people who can really mobilize, even if I pull these thousands of people to vote for the Tang Dynasty, it will not have much effect except for bringing disasters to the clansmen."

Seeing that he softened, his expression on honesty finally loosened a little: "Doctor Geshu didn't let you vote right away." ”

"That ......"

"I might as well tell you the bottom of it, this time, Tian Khan is determined, attack on all sides, at any cost, the reason why he sent me to talk this nonsense is because he has given the envoys of the two towns and festivals, and is integrating soldiers and horses, Hexi plus Longyou, how many people are there in total, your spies should inquire better than me, if you don't believe it, you can send more people to see if what I said is the truth."

Mo Lingti couldn't help but take a breath, he really didn't know this news, because it had just come out of Chang'an City, and he would not use such a clumsy lie to deceive him in terms of integrity, if everything was true, Ge Shuhan's command would gather more than 150,000 troops, which were all soldiers, not the kind of slaves of the Tubo people!

How so? All along, Ge Shuhan has adopted steady and steady tactics, never fighting a decisive battle with the Tubo people, and gnawing a castle, on the consolidation of one, from the Tianbao six years, the entire Qinghai was almost eaten away by him, in the past, the Tubo people often went to fight the Tang people's grass valley, now upside down, the Tang people's cavalry relied on the castle, from time to time to attack, the Tubo people's cattle, horses, sheep and population plundered, step by step compressed space, and now it is about to border with their own territory.

How could he not be alarmed?

There is another reason for the previous petty fight, Ge Shuhan was at odds with An Sishun, who was the envoy of Hexi Jiedu at the time, although the latter was also a ruthless character, but compared with him, he was simply a living Bodhisattva, as long as the money was enough, that miscellaneous hu would dare to do anything.

Ge Shuhan, but it is a dark cloud pressing on the heads of the Tubo people, oil and salt do not enter, soft and hard eat, the lord who received the ceremony, and won the trust of the Son of Heaven in his life, such a ruthless person, as if he was born to oppose the Tubo people.

150,000 Don troops armed to the teeth!

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Lingti's teeth were so sore that he was fighting, and now in Tibet, where to find another Gar. An unborn hero like Qinling? Where to gather an army of more than 100,000 men?

The funny thing is that now even Dafeichuan, the former nightmare land of the Tang people, has fallen into the hands of Ge Shuhan!

Could it be that the gods have abandoned Tibet?

"What do you mean by ......?" Mo Lingti lowered his voice, hunched his waist, and leaned closer and asked in Chinese.

On honesty did not speak, but from the sleeve, took out a roll of paper, paper is a precious thing, in Tubo is rare, he casually took it out, put it on a few.

"Look slowly, I'm tired, go take a break."

He just got up and left.

The Letters of Goshuhan? Mo Lingti was suddenly a little nervous, saying that it was nothing, even if it was heard, he could quibble, but if he left handwriting, it was ironclad evidence, once he was caught, his fate would be worse than that of the Gar family!

But if you don't look at it, wouldn't it be in vain to be blind to today's words, Mo Lingti still couldn't bear his curiosity, took the paper scroll in his hand, unfolded it, and was dumbfounded, it was all Chinese, he could speak a little, but he was illiterate.

"Sinoro."

A young man came in and called out to him, "Abba." ”

"You know Chinese, come and see, what's written on it?" Sinoluo is his eldest son and the heir of the Subi tribe, so this kind of important matter will naturally not be hidden from him, and even the vigilance around the big tent will be relieved when it is handed over to him.

He took it and frowned, he knew every word on it, but when he connected it together, he was a little confused, but fortunately, some words were still very clear in the back.

“...... Its Hexi, Longyou, Anxi, Jiannan and other prefectures, below the Jiedu soldiers, there are those who can win the Tubo Zanpu, and the king with a different surname; Those who have won the great general will be awarded the great general; Those who are awarded the second rank or below will be awarded the rank of general Zhonglang ......"

"That's enough."

Mo Ling snorted, what kind of letter is this, it is clearly a text.

Ge Shuhan actually wants to be crowned king!