The sky was bright, and the pedestrians on the road began to increase, and most of the people who came and went were merchants, and the people would get up so early if they had nothing to do.

In the Sigar River Valley, Liu Ji has walked many times in later generations, except for the road under his feet, which has become a cement pavement, the electric donkey has become a real donkey, and the tractor has become a camel, horse, cattle and sheep.

Two people and four horses, occupy the position in the middle of the road, even if those merchants are dissatisfied, when they look at their attire, they all consciously get out of the way, everyone who goes out knows, stragglers, not stingy with bandits and bandits, who dares to provoke.

In this way, they arrived at the side of the Poyi River very smoothly, and from a distance, they could see that a large number of Tubo soldiers blocked the intersection and checked the future merchants separately, as the first pass to the Western Regions, and the border between the two countries, a tense atmosphere arose.

"The soldiers stationed here are all Bolu people, and I will go and talk to them." Yang pre-dropped a sentence in a low voice, crossed his horse's head, and galloped in the direction of the bridge.

Liu Ji slowed down his horse's pace, slowly approached the river bank, and sure enough, as Yang Yu said, this river called "Poyi" is sandwiched between a highland and a canyon, the narrowest point is less than 100 steps, and there is a cable-stayed suspension bridge on it, and the style is almost no different from that of later generations.

The suspended bridge deck has a height difference of more than ten steps with the river, and in the turbulent water, there are dense reefs, and it is difficult to find a safe passage in a hurry, he raised his head, and the suspension bridge was like a giant python in front of him, which was very impactful.

Because, what makes up the entire structure is not reinforced concrete, but natural rattan, which has turned grayish-white!

It is no wonder that the Tibetan people regard it as a lifeline, and to build a bridge of this scale under such conditions, it takes not only manpower and material resources, but also luck, to find suitable materials from the mountains, fabrication, drying, and erection are not completed in a short time, they took a full seven months, which is already very fast.

To put it simply, if the Tang people are on the defensive, they only need to cut this rattan bridge to stop the invasion of the Tubo people on Xiao Bolu, and if the Tubo people want to maintain pressure, they must be stationed on both sides of the Poyi River, and the reinforcements and supplies all depend on the transportation of this bridge, which is the reason why they still cannot gain an advantage over the Anxi Tang army in this direction after Anshi.

"Da Bang Begging Group, Da Bang Begging Group?"

After being called several times, Liu Ji realized that it was himself, and he turned his head arrogantly, glanced at the other party, and showed an impatient look.

A Tibetan sergeant wearing leather armor and wearing a waist knife stood respectfully in front of the horse, and Yang pre-led the horse behind, shaking his head imperceptibly, indicating that things were not going well.

"Da Nang begging group, the small one is the centurion of the garrison here, and the one who chased and suppressed the Tang spies that day was the small one who led people to the same group, and the corpses of the seven Tang people who died were also small ones who led people to converge."

The words of the Tubo centurion made Liu Ji's mood fluctuate, this emotion came very suddenly, and it seemed that it was not under his control, and the other party's words continued.

"The new nobles in the city received an order a few days ago, asking us to strictly check the passers-by and not let suspicious people cross the bridge."

"What do you mean, Lao Tzu is a suspicious person?" A Tibetan sentence blurted out from Liu Ji's mouth.

"How dare the little one, it's just that there is no instruction, the group book must at least tell the little one, what are you going to do on the other side."

Liu Ji hooked his finger at the man, waited for him to walk to the horse, bent down, and whispered in his ear: "Want to know?" You're not worthy yet. ”

The man named Tubo Centurion, who was actually a Bolu man, was stunned, and then led Liu Ji's horse with a smile on his face, and led the way with a respectful expression.

"The group is right, it's so small that you just ask casually, so as not to have an explanation when you check it up, and you can also have an explanation, that day, follow the group to encircle and suppress those Tang people, your bravery makes the soldiers admire, and your posture makes the women unforgettable......"

This man was very chatty, and Yang Yu, who was following behind, was a little irritable, and he faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, until Liu Ji secretly made a look at him, and then he became alert, this guy's stubbornness was too obvious.

"Come, everyone, come here, see the famous warriors, the pride of the Subi tribe......" Under the loud greeting of the centurion, the Tibetan soldiers who had been on guard by the bridge surrounded him, he released the reins, slowly stepped back, put his hand on the hilt of the knife, and his tone suddenly changed.

"Catch them, these two are Tang people!"

The voice is thin and sharp, and it is still used in Bolu dialect, which is far from the Balti language of later generations, even if you can't understand it, you can see it, it turns out that this guy recognized them early on, either his voice is wrong, or Yang Yu's face is remembered.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter, he looked at the Tubo people who had gone from being hesitant to slowly surrounding, and let out a loud cry from his visor.

"Hoof, do it!" As he spoke, he reflexively took the rattan card that had been hanging behind the saddle into his hand.

With a "snort", Yang Pre pulled out his waist knife and slashed at the prepared horse behind Liu Ji.

"Rush!" Liu Ji raised the slender war spear with one hand and poked it violently, the handle of the spear hit the butt of the war horse, and the horse that lost its clamp struggled to keep up, and in just a moment, it was in front of the hundred lady.

The centurion watched as a tall black shadow rushed over, and his feet involuntarily retreated again and again, and as soon as the waist knife in his hand was raised, he was vigorously provoked into the air, and then, the wind suddenly rose, the leather armor on his chest cracked like confetti, and a slender spear tip passed through his chest, and the prismatic edge of the blade emerged from the other side of his body, dripping blood seeped down and rolled down into the mud,

A strong pain rose from his consciousness, and just as he was about to exhale, his body suddenly rose into the air, and his brain was dizzy, until he fell into the crowd with a "boom" and fell down.

The side of the vine bridge was suddenly in chaos, why did the Tubo people kill each other, and the merchants waiting on the side did not know why, they saw that the two had broken out of the encirclement and came to the bridge.

"Shoot the arrows and stop them!"

Another Tibetan centurion took over the command, shouting and scolding his subordinates, and several sergeants untied their bows and arrows, and half-crouched and aimed at them.

"Huzi, you go first, I'll break later."

Liu Ji turned the horse's head and blocked Yang Pre behind him, and the two of them moved forward and one behind, forming horns and slowly retreating in the direction of the bridge.