The sunset melts gold, and the city built on the red mountain, under the illumination of the setting sun, shows a strange majesty, so that every Tang sergeant who sees it can't help but be fascinated.

Because, it used to be the capital of the strongest neighbor of the Tang Dynasty, and now, it has changed its own flag.

Now, more than 100,000 Han Chinese and Zhangxiong people have become the masters of the city, and the city is full of huge deep pits, which look like they have just been dug up, and inside are piles of ashes, which smell strange.

Around each pit, there are many Han Chinese, who use shovels to fill in the soil, so that the surrounding soil becomes very dark, like the red on the distant mountains.

When these Han people saw the banner of the Tang Army, what they showed in their eyes was a kind of indifference, without the excitement when they saw the soldiers and horses of their homeland.

Feng Changqing only brought two personal soldiers, leaving everyone, including his own honor guard, under the city, when he walked into the city gate, the corpses that had been built into stairs had disappeared, and what caught his attention was the gelatinous material on the wall that had not yet condensed, soaking every gap.

He didn't see any siege equipment, this is an unimaginable thing, the main gate of the entire city wall is only less than 100 steps wide, such a terrain is extremely unfavorable for the attackers, because they have no way to give full play to the advantage of troops, if it is the Tang Army, the way that can be thought of is to use the elite selection of the front, to fight with a fearless attitude, and then pave a large number of siege equipment, the method is very old-fashioned, the result is very cruel.

The Stone Castle City of the year was ground down in this way.

Feng Changqing couldn't imagine how much they had to pay to get under the city wall, and how many lives they had to pay to climb the city wall little by little, and this question could only be answered by the initiator.

Today's city is full of Han people armed with swords and guns, wearing armor, all the equipment, all from the Tubo people, from a distance, it looks like a Tubo army, if not for the bright red banner.

There were more Han and Xiangxiong people in the city, men, women, and children, they walked, talked, played, and walked in and out of those houses unscrupulously, just like the masters of the city, until they reached the vicinity of the palace, Feng Changqing did not see a single Tubo person.

He finally understood what was buried in those deep pits outside the city.

Of course, this is not a big deal, the same thing, almost all those famous generals in the Zhenguan period have done it, Hou Junji, Cheng Zhijie, Li Ji, Su Dingfang, etc., but it is the first time I have seen it so neatly like this.

When he walked down the high steps into the palace, the huge palace was sparsely populated, and Chen Jin, who had led him here, carefully led the way in front, occasionally sneaking a glance at his expression, and saying words of accusation in his mouth.

"The lord has always wanted to come to see you in person, but the injuries on his body are a little serious, I waited for many times to dissuade before I stopped it, this time I am still bandaging, I hope you will forgive me."

"It's okay, is his injury serious?"

"I shed blood all over the place, and at first I thought it was a Tubo, but later I took off my clothes and armor and realized that he had a lot of injuries."

"What about the military doctor, have you used the medicine?"

Feng Changqing was shocked, Liu Ji's style is famous in the army, that is a master who will not die when he starts a battle, this time the war is so tragic, how can he be spared.

"He found some wound medicine by himself, and sewed the wound with needle and thread, but his life was not exceeded, but he slept for two days, and some places burst out, and he had to sew it again, and the young one also mentioned it with Duan Yuhou in the army, and he would let the military doctor take a look again."

It can only be like this, Feng Changqing saw that he was thoughtful, so he didn't mention it anymore, but his steps were much faster, and the group soon came to a house, which seemed to be quite large.

"Don't blame Zhongcheng, we found this house, and when I asked later, I found out that it was their Zampu's residence."

As soon as he heard him, Feng Changqing knew that he had arrived at the place, and without saying a word, he pushed the door and walked in.

The room was covered with a thick carpet, the walls were decorated with elaborate frescoes, the columns and beams were all painted in gold and gold, and in the inner room, separated by several brocades, lay a kang bed, where a figure sat with his back to them, his back exposed, and a sergeant was stitching up his wounds.

Several people slowed down in unison, and every now and then there was the sound of inhaling and the familiar scolding in the room.

"Turtle son, light hands and feet, Lao Tzu didn't die in battle, he wants to be instigated by your baby to death, and he grinds Mingtang."

Feng Changqing couldn't help but smile dumbly: "It's full of energy, that's okay, you kid, it's really fateful." ”

Seeing that he was about to move, he hurriedly stepped forward and held it down: "Don't be reckless, it's time to burst out again in a while." ”

Having said that, I could see clearly when I got closer, Chen Jin's words were still reserved, the opening on his back was nearly two feet long, and the skin and flesh were very scary.

And elsewhere it is not much better, the chest, shoulders, and arms are full of that kind of black threads, if it were not for the excellent armor, the wound is not deep into the flesh, it should not be able to hold it in the morning.

Seeing this scene, Feng Changqing didn't want to ask anything more, the main general is still like this, the people below can imagine that this city, I'm afraid that it was piled down with their lives, no wonder those Han people looked weird, because it was not the army of the Tang Dynasty who rescued them, but themselves.

"Why are you working so hard? Could it be that he really intended to be the king, but he didn't believe it. ”

When they finished stitching, Feng Changqing put on a shirt for him and asked something that had been held in his heart for a long time.

"Why not, Zhongcheng is the king, we people are also honored, and the kid still wants to lean on the big tree to enjoy the shade." Liu Ji grinned, he didn't know where the wound was involved, and it hurt so much that his teeth hurt.

Feng Changqing knew that he was used to laughing, but he couldn't laugh at all, before the war, it was like a fool's dream, but now that it has come true, he has no idea.

"Is Zhongcheng worried about the reaction of the imperial court, or is it the movement of the Tibetan people?"

Liu Ji's words made him nod his head without surprise, this son's sensitivity is no longer a surprising thing, since he can ask this, it means that he has thought of it and has an answer.

"I'm worried, how will I explain to your father, my champion family, when I go back to Beijing this time?"

This time, it was Liu Ji's turn to be stunned, because this was the first time, Feng Changqing made it clear to him that those rumors from the army had made him apprehensive and hopeful, but they were just rumors, and obviously, all of this was true.

He has a fiancée in this time and space, who doesn't know what she looks like, doesn't know her age, and doesn't even know if she has feelings like or love in it.