According to the timekeeping method of the Tang Dynasty, just after the fourth day of the first month of Yinshi, the surroundings of the old shop of the Shijia family in He Bolao City were illuminated by torches, and countless Tubo soldiers surrounded this block, leaving only one road in front of the store.

Xi Dongzan, wearing a Tibetan robe and his hair scattered, walked over unhurriedly, surrounded by several guards, and glanced at the few people tied to the side of the road, his face was a little uncertain.

"When did people leave?"

"Listen to the shopkeeper, fifteen o'clock." His men replied.

The timekeeping method of the Tibetan people is divided into 60 quarters, compared with the Tang people, that is, an hour every 5 quarters, so they actually walked for three hours?

And at that time, it was he who ordered people to do things, in order to hide people's eyes and ears and reduce casualties, he specially chose the second half of the day, who knows, he actually pounced.

How did the message leak? He was a little afraid to think about it, and this was not the time to track it down.

"I didn't find anything unusual when I was patrolling the streets?"

"I asked, no Tang people left." Things didn't get done well, and his subordinates didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"No?" Xi Dongzan said coldly: "Will the Tang people be stupid enough to pretend to be Tang people and leave? ”

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration: "They should be wearing Tibetan heavy armor and riding our war horses, where will they go?" ”

Looking at the dark night sky, his tone suddenly quickened: "Gather people immediately, just ride lightly and follow me." ”

"After walking for so long, can you still catch up?"

"I can't catch up, it's good to give a ride, I want to see with my own eyes, what kind of gorou is, how good it is." Xi Dongzan turned around and left, not even preparing to put on his armor.

"What about these people?"

His men shouted from behind, and he didn't stop, but he threw down a word.

"Let them write a letter of guarantee, pay the release money, and let them go."

Riding on a horse, facing the mountain wind blowing in his face, Yang had a premonition that he felt a trace of fear, if it wasn't for Liu Ji taking him to sneak into the official residence of the Tubo people to spy on it, this time, I am afraid that he has become a ghost under the knife.

Who would have thought that what Xi Dongzan could deceive even the beloved woman, and he didn't intend to let the two of them leave alive at all, maybe from the beginning, their idea was to lure the two of them here, what vine bridge, what kind of troops, how could there be two bloody human heads to be exciting?

He could even imagine how his father would be furious when he heard the news of his death! Datang may not raise troops for a certain person, but it will never let the two generals die in the enemy territory and be indifferent, this is simply an excuse for raising troops falling from the sky, what will the Anxi generals who want to work and go crazy will do? Needless to say.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the tall figure in front of him, the tall figure undulating and bumping on horseback, the same as when he entered the city, Liu Ji was wearing a full set of heavy armor at the moment, and he was dressed as a mediocre slave, four horses were exactly one person and two horses, enough for them to keep them day and night.

Yang Yu couldn't help but sigh, what a good Wulang, when he was killing people in the mountains and forests, he thought of this day, and the clothes and armor of Da Nang and his subordinates have now become the best cover for them to escape.

After dark, the streets were full of groups of Tibetan patrolmen, who would not have been able to escape if they were not dressed like this, and just a few hours earlier, they swaggered down the streets, and met the patrolmen without giving way, and the latter would even stop and salute them!

What a bold and calculating design.

It's so uncomfortable, Liu Ji can't see the adoring gaze behind him at all, he feels like a bunch of lead balls hanging on his body, his face armor covers his mouth and nose, and even his exhalation is blocked by layers of barriers, I really don't know how the original owner adapted.

But if you don't wear it, you can't wear it, people will know that his appearance is wrong at a glance, but Yang Pre doesn't need to cover his face, because among the Yong slaves of the Tubo people, there were originally a large number of Tang people, all of whom were taken captive during previous wars.

The night was like water, and the wind was mixed with a hint of cold smell, and along the gurgling river, there was no need to worry about getting lost, from the Sgar valley where the city of Heborao was located, through the Indus River valley, and when it reached the Poyi River a hundred miles away, more than four hours had passed, and the sky gradually brightened.

"Take a break." Liu Ji, who was in the lead, threw away the torch in his hand and slowly stopped the horse.

In the four hours, the two of them would change horses every hour or so, Rao was so, eight hours so desperately running down, people and horses were already tired enough, Yang pre jumped off the horse, took the initiative to lead the two of their mounts, and went to the river to feed.

Liu Ji took off his iron helmet, took off his armor, took a greedy breath, and sat on the stone with his ass, only to feel that his legs were almost no longer his own.

"I can't imagine that mother-in-law is so ruthless."

I don't know when, Yang Yu came to his side and handed him a bag of water, Liu Ji took it and took a sip, cold with a hint of sweetness.

"She may not have that ability, the Tibetan man and her are just using each other, each taking what they need." He didn't want to talk much about the woman, and turned his head away: "Let's go, will Shi Langjun be in trouble?" ”

Yang Yu was obviously also worried, and his eyes unconsciously looked in the direction he came over: "Lao Shi is not a chick, how to deal with him knows in his heart, the Tubo people will not kill merchants at will, at most they will break some money." ”

So far, he can only comfort himself like this, the two of them didn't speak for a while, looking at the distance, the snow-white crystal glacier, its distribution is wider than that of later generations, he suddenly thought of something.

"How far is it to go to Poyi River?"

Yang Yu stretched out his hand to build a pergola, looked in that direction, and roughly estimated: "It's less than thirty miles." ”

The location of the Poyi River is not lacking in controversy in the historical research of later generations, but it is impossible to get rid of a certain tributary of the Indus River, as the boundary river of the big and small Bolu, and now it has become the dividing line of Tang Fan in the Western Regions.

"How deep is the water, can the horse swim through?"

"An arrow wide, I don't know the depth, but it is under the valley, people can climb down, how can horses get down?"

Hearing him say this, Liu Ji immediately understood, it was a valley river, both sides were cliffs, such a river must be very urgent, even if it swam over, it is not easy to climb the mountain rock, climbing the rock with bare hands? In the absence of any tools, the danger is not small.

In fact, in the future generations, there is far more than one road from Baltistan to Gilgit, and he believes that thousands of years ago, it will be the same, but some roads, after all, have to be traveled to know that there is no such time at the moment.

Then there is only one way left.

Liu Ji clapped his hands and stood up, walking to his mount: "Let's go, let's go home." ”