The Nebrasians who went out of the city did not walk very fast, but they were so powerful that they could be seen from afar.

The place where I made an appointment with the Tang people was a hill not far from the exit of the river valley, and soon, that place appeared in view.

More than a hundred Tibetans, tied in a long line by ropes, flanked by the local defenders who were guarding them, the captain of the guard of Bonnega, a stout nun-bharati, rode at the forefront.

Looking down from the top of the post, it was a low slope, Liu Ji and Kang Lao were crouching in the grass, staring at the movement below, seeing them approaching step by step, they were about to come up.

"The number is right, there are one hundred and twenty Tibetans, more than five hundred Nibharas, and we have all seen people on horseback, who are the cronies of the city lord."

"But the city lord didn't come, you see their hands, all pressed on the hilt of the knife, as if facing the enemy, it is understandable, eyes looking around, you can also understand, why those Tubo people, the body is clean, there is no unwillingness and fear of being betrayed on their faces?"

"Is the lord saying that they are cheating?" Kang Laosi didn't think about it so carefully for a while, but when he looked at it at this time, he only felt that there were flaws everywhere.

"Whether there is fraud or not, you will know if you try, don't move, I will meet them, let our people get ready, and listen to my orders."

Liu Ji stood up without saying anything, walked up the hill with his head held high, and suddenly a tall figure appeared on the high place where there were no people, and the approaching team suddenly became in a commotion, and the captain of the guard led by him reined in his horse and looked up and down.

"You're not the leader of the Dons."

"You're not the Lord of Bonnega either." Liu Ji replied proudly: "According to the agreement, hand over the Tubo people to us and let them come up one by one." ”

The captain of the guard hesitated and glanced at the team, hoping to get some instructions, whether to kill it directly, or perfunctory and kill it again, after all, the other party is alone, which is not reasonable.

Xi Dongzan walked in the middle of the procession with his hands behind his back, and all the Tibetans in front of him and behind him were Tubo, twenty of them were his guards, and the rest were the administrators of the city of Kabiyero.

Along the way, his eyes have been wandering in the woods on both sides, the strange thing is that such a good hiding place, there is no figure, and the Tang people do not show any traces, do they see any flaws, so that they dare not show up?

This operation was planned by Xi Dongzan, using 500 defenders, plus more than 100 Tubo, he wanted to see what the Tang people had, as for those mountain people, he really didn't pay attention to it.

Saraswati was able to agree to his approach because Si Dongzan wanted to capture a few Tang people in exchange for her daughter, which might be the only way to go.

Unexpectedly, this glance made him a little overwhelmed, because the Tubo nobleman who had slaughtered the previous city lord with his own hands didn't pay attention to his gesture at all, and stared blankly at the young Tang man who was wearing armor and had an arrogant face.

In front of Po Yi Chuan, it was about two hundred steps away, and it was difficult to see a person's appearance clearly, but in Xi Dongzan's mind, he deeply remembered a shadow, standing at the top of the Tang people's military formation, waving the long knife in his hand at him, which was exactly the same as the figure in front of him!

He recognized the Tang Dynasty Mingguang armor, the big knife that hung obliquely behind him, longer than a person, and even vaguely saw that the expressions on the faces of the two were the same arrogance, and even the voices that came out were full of arrogance!

"Wait, what do you want?"

A break woke him up, and the anxious expression of the captain of the Nibala guard kept urging, and he regained his composure in an instant, and secretly signaled to the captain of the guard.

Accede to the other party's request.

"Let them go up."

As soon as the captain of the guard gave the order, the Neborese soldiers on both sides immediately let go of their hands, and the Tubo people who were strung together in the middle walked forward one by one, and when they saw it, they were in front of the Tang people, and the other party still stood there with a proud expression, as if staring at a flock of lambs to be slaughtered.

Perhaps it was that expression that stung him, Xi Dongzan saw that his people were already approaching, and he could pounce with just a simple movement, and suddenly let out a Tubo speech, and at the same time shook off the rope in his hand and pulled out a straight knife from under his robe.

"Kill him!"

The long rope did not tie their hands, and when they heard his command, the guards who rushed to the front had already made a move, accelerating one by one, and flew up like this, wanting him to have no time to use the knife, after all, the battle in front of the Po Yi River left a deep impression on them.

A smile appeared at the corner of Liu Ji's mouth, his waist suddenly twisted, his left and right legs supported each other, and he turned in place, and then his right leg raised a low angle and swept towards the Tubo people who pounced.

Because of his condescending reasons, his feet didn't need to be raised too high, he could hit the opponent's head directly, and his heavy armor leather boots, with the sound of the whirring wind, kicked a Tubo man who rushed to the front and turned it over in the air, his whole cheek was deformed, and he hit the person next to him heavily.

The momentum of the Tubo people was stagnant, and in the blink of an eye, Liu Ji had already torn off the straps on his body, and a red belt fell from his back, and the Mo knife, which was much higher than him, plunged straight into the soil.

"Death!"

Liu Ji, who had already stood up straight, held the hilt of the knife with his backhand, and shouted, and the huge blade broke through the ground, drawing a whirlwind, and slashed horizontally into the enemy's body, just facing the impact of the Tubo people.

Stop the waist!

The full force of the blow under the momentum made these Tubo warriors who rushed to the forefront have no room to dodge, and they couldn't even pull out a straight knife to block the action, and the two strong staggered forces made them separate their heads at the same time, and the whole body still had the inertia of rushing forward, until they crossed the Tang people, and then "gurgling" and rolling down.

It wasn't until he landed that a long-lost wail came out of his mouth.

Such a mighty momentum suddenly blocked the forward rush of the Tubo people, and even Xi Dongzan himself felt that the hand holding the knife was trembling, and nearly two thousand people in front of Poyi River could not take the hundred-man army formation of the Tang people, and the five or six hundred people here actually retreated in front of one person, and in his mind, he suddenly recalled a sentence from Jisang Yangcuo.

"This person is sixteen years old, and he has a good reputation among the Tang people."

A yellow-haired child, a yellow-haired child who killed Da Nangbeg, a yellow-haired child who saw through his plan and fled back from He Bolao City, and a yellow-haired child who smuggled into the snow-capped mountains and unexpectedly seized the vine bridge, gradually merged with the figure in front of him, which made him shudder.

"Kill him, I have a big reward!"

Xi Dongzan no longer had any reservations, and roared at the Nebrasians behind him, and the captain of the guard, who was riding on the horse, drew the scimitar at his waist, slammed his legs into the belly of the horse, and rushed up the slope.

Behind him, dozens of cavalrymen and five hundred foot soldiers shouted in unison, followed their officers, and rushed towards the small hill, like a tide.

In their eyes, there is only one person, one knife.