Since Yang was transferred to the front line of Nepal, the Tang army stationed on the front line of Bazado City, Ma Lu served as the outpost patrol cavalry in the army, and he was not more than thirty years old, and he was at the point of meritorious service.

As the same commander, Liu Wulang's achievements have made people numb, and he spies alone, fights against Poyi River, captures the city of He Bolao, and attacks on Nepal, all of which are full of legendary brilliance and make people talk about it.

But what about him, he didn't even have a decent victory, which made him, who has always been arrogant, how could he stand it, Fufeng Ma's family, which also has a long history and can be counted among the top names.

What's more, Diezhou Shu, from the Chinese army, is a descendant of Feng Changqing, and is not much inferior to the so-called East Bed.

The daily patrol was like a routine, and the people in this area fled cleanly, and there was not even a nomadic tribe along the way, and as far as the eye could see, there was a deserted plateau, and the vast land seemed to have only one color, until the majestic city that towered above the mountain.

"Take turns dismounting, rest for a moment." Seeing the city in sight from afar, Ma Lu ordered in a deep voice, and half of the rangers behind him jumped off their horses and went to a pond not far away to get water, and the rest were on the same alert as him.

This is what must be done today, and then the vigilant person, do more, psychologically will be unconsciously relaxed, at this time the horse is in such a state of mind, the rope is released, the horse forages on the ground on its own, the body sits on the saddle from the state of riding, and the legs that were originally tight can be relaxed, which is another way of resting.

On the plateau in August, the grass grows beyond the calves, it is a good season for cattle and sheep to raise fat for winter, there has been no war for a long time, whether it is the war horse under the crotch or the reserve horse behind him, there is a lot of fat, which is not a good thing.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and when he heard the sound of hooves behind him, he knew that the brethren who had taken turns in the group had returned, and without saying a word, he jumped off his mount and led the two horses in the direction of the pond, just like the other half of the cavalry.

Around the pasture, there is more than one pond like this, in ordinary times, it is the place where the cattle and sheep take water, the more abundant pastures, the more high-quality herds can be raised, for these tribes, the number of herds, symbolizes the amount of wealth, determines the strength of the strength, the strength is greater to occupy more, better pastures, raise more herds, form a virtuous circle, and eventually become a strong place.

Ma Lan untied the cowhide strap under the helmet, let the head that had been restrained for a day loosen slightly, and bent down, the water reflected a face full of beard, the years passed, he picked up a handful of water, poured it on his face, and chewed the coldness of a foreign land.

At this moment, a crisp whistle sounded behind him, he stood up suddenly, and looked back to see that his lieutenant was gathering men, the formation changed from loose to slowly closer, and everyone held the riding bow on their backs in their hands, but did not untie the horses, which meant that the threat was still far away.

"Change horses, prepare for the enemy!"

Ma Lan hurriedly led his horse, left his original mount by the pond, and carried his equipment on horseback, and rode forward with the bow in his hand.

At the same time, the other half of the cavalry had been assembled, and it was a long and oblique formation of geese that could be used to exert the power of the cavalry bow, and the horse came around the formation and came to his deputy.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, it's weird." The lieutenant's words made him even more strange, because this should not have been said by a patrolman, and when he followed the former's gaze into the distance, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The deputy is not wrong, it is indeed strange.

At the end of their line of sight, there was a deep darkness, which was caused by the reddish mountains and the walls of the same color, and about two or three miles away from them, and the capital of the Xiangxiong people could only be viewed from such a distance, and not to be too close, so as not to cause disputes, as the chief officer had repeatedly told him before leaving the camp every day.

And the movement that the deputy said came from another direction, about a distance of less than a mile, and countless figures seemed to come out of the ground, so abruptly appeared in front of their eyes.

At this distance, when the light is sufficient, you can only see a rough idea, you can be used as a patrol, eyesight is first-class and important, Ma Lan can see at a glance that these people are not wearing armor and holding weapons, but the strangeness is not this.

If you are a herdsman, you have to catch up with a herd of cattle and sheep, not only do they have nothing, but even the ingredients are all kinds of things, from the elderly to the young children, and even the women with babies in their arms, only the clothes are more consistent, they are the lowest kind of Zhangxiong people.

The goal of these people is the distance beyond their eyes, the Dome Silver City.

It stands to reason that since it is not coming towards Bazado City, it has nothing to do with the Tang people, but Ma Lu instinctively feels that things are not so simple, because this area is too calm, and the sudden appearance of the large crowd will seem very abnormal.

He didn't rush back to the camp to make a report, nor did he plan to investigate closely, but just stood where he was, estimating the number of people, overlapping figures, until the sun was about to set, there was no end, isn't this tens of thousands?

The two were startled, tens of thousands of elephant males gathered in their capital, what was this going to do?

"Back to camp."

Ma Xuan gave an order, and his men turned their horses' heads, things were a little unusual, it seemed that they were going to hurry at night today, and the whole team of light horsemen lit their own torches, on the vast plateau

In the Tang army camp outside Bazado, Feng Changqing ushered in an uninvited guest, Li Qiyun, the judge of the Four Towns Festival.

"Sadachi?" The person was personally accepted into the camp by Duan Xiushi, and he couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when he heard the roll call of his own soldiers.

"My subordinates have seen Zhongcheng."

The visitor was a middle-aged man in his forties, handsome, extraordinary, wearing a long robe, although he had traveled a long distance and was dusty, he was refreshed and tired.

"Something happened to Anthy?" The person who came was his cronies and subordinates who stayed in the town, and he was so anxious that he rushed over in person, so he couldn't think about it more.

Li Qiyun first shook his head, then nodded, took out a document from his arms, and handed it to him.

Feng Changqing only looked at the cover, and his expression became solemn, because this was an edict, from the Anxi Metropolitan Protectorate, only when he saw such a document, people would understand that in the four towns of Anxi, he was just a deputy metropolitan protector, and he was in charge of things.

The real master is the minister who is far away in Chang'an City.

The seal of the document was lit with fire paint, and the owner's private seal was stamped on it, in order to prevent peeping, and after the inspection, the fire paint was intact, and he returned to the front of the big case, picked up a knife, picked up the seal, and took out the document inside.

Unfold the document, the font on the top is very familiar, as a perennial festival to stay, and the court has dealt with a lot, at a glance you know whose letter it is, this time the document, is actually Li Xianggong's own handwriting.

The content is not complicated, after they captured Dabolu, they sent out good news, and now two months have passed, it is normal for the imperial court to receive and react to the good news, and there are many words of encouragement in the documents, but it is not these that surprised him.

At the end of the edict, it turned out to be an order for him to suspend his troops, stop the battle, and return the whole army to Anxi.

This is incomprehensible!