"There are wolves below, tigers above, and beehives in the middle...... At the risk of being stung by a bee, he plucked the hive and threw it down. Use bees to drive away hungry wolves, then jump back into the valley. Although he didn't understand why Feng Changqing suddenly talked about Zen, Gao Xianzhi still seriously thought about the answer.

"Haha!" Feng Changqing laughed loudly: "The section commander replied like this, and he was relieved." ”

Gao Xianzhi stared at Feng Changqing inexplicably, not understanding what he was selling.

"Jie Shuai, at that time, a certain person also racked his brains and repeatedly thought about how to get out of trouble. He said a few countermeasures, but the monk always smiled and didn't say anything. In the end, I really couldn't think of an answer, so I had to bow my head and ask for advice. Can the marshal know how the monk answered? ”

"Isn't there a better way?" Gao Xianzhi's interest was also hooked.

The monk said, since the honey is on the side, but you can suck the honey, why worry about the tiger and wolf? Life is inherently impermanent, and only by living in the present can we be liberated. Feng Changqing uncovered the mystery.

"Ridiculous! Those who are born can pursue the joy of moments and the path of liberation. How can we military generals retreat from the enemy with Zen principles. For the general, the temple must be counted in the heart and the knife must be held in the hand, so that the town can be saved. Gao Xianzhi did not agree with the monk's answer.

"Then dare to ask the festival marshal, you only look at the starlight of the wilderness and don't talk about the future, isn't it just the act of sucking honey?" Feng Changqing replied unceremoniously.

"Huh?!" Gao Xianzhi was speechless for a while.

Feng Changqing stood silently, no longer speaking, but his slanted eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Alas!" After a long time, Gao Xianzhi sighed: "Feng Er, Feng Er, I wanted to relax for a while, but I was disturbed by you. ”

"Jieshuai, Han Ru Jia Yi once said in "Peng Niao Fu": 'And the husband and the earth are the furnace, and the creation is the work; Yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper. 'We are in a furnace, baked by the flames of the night and day, and we cannot covet ease. Feng Changqing did not retreat, but continued to persuade: "What should I do after defeating the Great Food Rebels, and ask the marshal to make a charter as soon as possible." ”

"Something you know!" In the face of Feng Changqing's insistence, although Gao Xianzhi looked uncertain, he finally chose to give in.

"Save the Beiting Army and defeat Abu Muslim, we have done our duty, why should the marshal be so melancholy?" Feng Changqing comforted.

Gao Xianzhi was silent for a while before he sneered: "A certain monk is ridiculous, think about it, but I am sucking honey." It's just that this honey is not the starlight that shines on the field, but the ease of letting go of everything. ”

Seeing that Feng Changqing was going to persuade him again, Gao Xianzhi waved his hand and shouted: "Feng Er, there is no need to say much. Someone who knows your heart! Remember, in this life, you are destined to be a samurai with a sharp blade, not an idle cloud and a wild crane that is beyond things! ”

"Jie Shuai's mind is clear, I am relieved!" Feng Changqing's face is happy.

"However, the top priority is to defeat the Great Food rebels as soon as possible. Otherwise, all the planning and calculations will be boring jokes! Gao Xianzhi restored the demeanor of a famous general: "Feng Er, the mountains and forests are exhausted, the fields are flat, we must speed up the march tomorrow to reach the city of Talas as soon as possible." Also, remember to send someone to contact the Black Mountain and ask him to report the details of the Great Food Rebels as soon as possible. ”

Without waiting for Feng Changqing to respond, Gao Xianzhi had already turned around and left. As under the silver star, the back of a generation of famous generals in the west of the mighty earthquake is a little lonely.

Feng Changqing shook his head with a smile and limped around the camp.

Under the city of Talas, Kudulu strolled through the Turgish military camp, remembering the situation when his father Khan took him and his sister to watch the stars together at the head of Broken Leaf City last summer, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Suluk, who followed closely behind Kudulu, was not moved by the starlight at all, he looked at the endless camp, listening to the slight sparse sounds, and his face was solemn.

Seeing that Kudulu quietly wiped away his tears, Suluk asked in a low voice: "Special service, Abu Muslim suddenly took more than 20,000 Khorasan cavalry and 50,000 servant troops to quietly go south overnight two days ago, leaving only Hamid to lead 5,000 Khorasan cavalry to preside over the siege of the city, what is his intention?" ”

"Suluk, you also know that Abu Muslim is in a hurry, and he has not even convened a military meeting. He just called me to the big tent before leaving, and instructed our army to disguise themselves as Khorasan cavalry and put on a siege posture every day, so as not to let the Beiting army find out the flaws. As for what to do next, we need to wait for his orders. Kudulu took the trouble to repeat what he had said several times in the past two days.

"Special Service, the actions of the Great Food Army are too weird! It's a pity that I don't understand the language of the Great Food, and I can't take the words of those Khorasan cavalry. Suluk stared at Kudulu with burning eyes.

Kuduru thought for a moment, and immediately understood the voiceover of Suluk's words. He shook his head: "I tried to talk to the Khorasan cavalry in our army, and they were either very tight-mouthed or really ignorant. Nothing could be asked about Abu Muslim's strategy. ”

Suluk waved his right fist fiercely: "The big cannibal still doesn't trust us after all!" ”

Kudulu chuckled and said, "Suluk, don't you and don't believe in the Great Cannibal? ”

Suluk was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "This is also true!" I've always felt that whether it's Abu Muslim or Ziyad and Hamid, they just want to use the secret services and our Turks. Only Mutaia really regards the secret service as a friend who shares life and death. It's just that I haven't seen him in a long time. ”

"Mudea!" Kudulu exclaimed, "I forgot if you didn't mention it." Although the Khorasan cavalry did not know what Abu Muslim was planning, they mentioned that two days earlier they had seen a man who looked like Mudea near the Great Horde. They also asked me if Mutai'a had returned. Did you come to me? ”

"Mudea'a? He didn't come to the secret service! Suluk pondered for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"Suluk, don't think about it. It may be that the Khorasan cavalry has recognized the wrong person, or it may be that Mudea has a heavy responsibility and is too late to find us. Mutaia has saved me many times, and it should not hurt me. As for what he's up to, just wait for him to come back and ask. "Khudulu has more trust in Mutaia.

"That's it!" Suluk nodded: "At present, the main energy of the Great Food Army is on how to deal with the Tang Army, we still have use value, and we will not be abandoned easily." As for Abu Muslim's plan, although we don't know the details, it is definitely to deal with the Tang army, so let's wait and see what happens. ”

"Our army has very few soldiers and horses, and at present, we can only rely on the big cannibals, waiting for a good opportunity to restore the country." Kudulu sighed: "I don't know when I can return to the head of Broken Leaf City and enjoy the beautiful scenery with my sister......"

"Special service, I firmly believe that we can do it!" Suluk clenched his right fist with a resolute expression.

"Definitely!" Kudulu also raised his fist: "Father Khan, sister, I will definitely do it!" ”

What Kudulu and Suluk didn't know was that under the same brilliant starlight, Mudea led hundreds of Khorasan cavalry to guard outside the tent.

Around the tents, thousands of Qarluq cavalry patrolled nervously, seemingly ready to shoot arrows with their bows at any moment.

Mudea glanced disdainfully at the Qarluq cavalry and smiled coldly. But when he looked back at the north, he couldn't help but feel sad. He was expecting himself not

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In the military tent, Abu Muslim is working on the map little by little with the translation of Khrasihan and Mura Montenegro. The two men were sometimes arguing, sometimes laughing, and the boundless murderous aura was spreading out of the military tent, as if it was about to cover the entire field.

In the sky above Tuozhi City, the stars are shining and the stars are like a river.

The soldiers of the country of Bahanna, who defended the city, were confused and confused, either dozing off or gathering together to gossip.

They did not notice at all that a force of more than 20,000 men, Malekou and Men, was carefully avoiding the fire of the city of Frontier and quietly moving north along the path west of the city.

After bypassing Tuozhi City, Qi Yade's tense heart finally relaxed a little, but it was not completely grounded.

He urged the Khorasan cavalry and the stone ** team to move forward quickly, because only by entering the northern mountains and forests would they be really safe.

Qi Yad, who was busy directing the army's night march, did not know that there was a black-armored cavalry of more than 300 people, avoiding the scouts of Khorasan and Shiguo, and hung not far behind the team, following them like a shadow.

The summer night was clear and cloudless. The entire land in the river was covered with a glimmer of moonlight and flourishing stars.

In the vast grasslands between Topzhi and Talas, the forces of all sides are heading north or south, all heading towards a fateful meeting point.

And on the east side of the grassland, thousands of war horses are bathed in starlight and are galloping across the boundless fields.

Wang Fei gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked up at the familiar and unfamiliar Tianhe, and looked at the star map that seemed to be unchanged but quietly changing. He was full of thoughts and emotions.

Since the crossing, he has tried his best to block the heavy historical inertia with his immature hands. Now, the trajectory of history has indeed deviated a little, just like that of the slow-moving nebula.

However, under the effect of the butterfly effect, a little change brought about a series of changes, and the entire Talas War changed beyond recognition, not like the "old days".

After losing the ability of the "unpredictable prophet", Wang Fei did not know how the western expedition triggered by his own promotion would evolve? Can the attempt to change the fate of the Tang Army's crushing defeat at the hands of the Black Clothes Eater be realized? Thinking of this, Wang Fei was inevitably uneasy in his heart.

Inside the carriage, the faint fragrance wisps, like clouds floating.

Wang Fei looked back at the obsession that was as bright as a lotus, the fetters who were as smart as an orchid, and the watchman who was as cold as snow, and his mind was as pure as the moon, and he deeply felt all the beauty and hope.

Outside the carriage, thousands of horsemen hunted, like tigers and dragons.

Wang Fei recalled a conversation with Guide Zhang in the Issyk-Kul Lake Scenic Area before the crossing, and thought that it was the mighty and strong Tang man outside the window, guarding the order in the river and the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and his heart was pounding and his blood was surging.

Looking northwest, the stars are shining and the murderous spirit is rising.

The father who is as generous as a mountain, the resourceful and decisive Du Huan, and the brave and good shooter Ma Lan...... The thought that they had been besieged by the Great Food rebels for several days made Wang Fei anxious and angry.

"For all who love me and those I love! For Datang! For Huaxia! No matter how difficult or dangerous there are, I have to swim against the current and never turn back! ”

The stars are shining, and the young man's spirit is rising! Murderous opportunities are everywhere, and the fateful decisive battle is thunderous!

In the distant sky, the ancient stars are under the action of the great power of the universe, staging a magnificent drama of turning and shifting the stars.

On the vast land, the empire that is about to flourish and decline is slowly breaking away from its original bleak trajectory.

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