Gongtang City, built on the mountain on the side of the Zang River, has the function of a border fortress itself, no matter which direction it comes, it can be seen from a long distance.

With more than 20,000 Tibetan people, they traveled up the river to Shangjiexi, day and night, and arrived at the foot of Gongtang City in the early morning of the second day.

For him, this city is not unfamiliar, because some of the people of the Chen clan also graze in this area, of course, how many of them escaped, of course, it is unknown.

"Dashang, the Tang people don't know how many are coming, so let the subordinates go."

"Don't worry, let's set up camp first, let's go and see."

Shang Jiexi rejected the proposal of his subordinates, he is not here to fight, there is no need to be aggressive, what needs to be understood is the attitude of the Tang people.

Gongtang City, built on top of the mountain, looks tall and majestic from below, Shang Jiexi with a few followers, did not go along the mountain road, but slowly approached around the mountain, looking at everything in the city.

Under the piercing red banner, rows of figures filled the entire city wall, among which the armored ones looked like the elite of the Tang people, and more often were the Nebrasians in cloth or light armor, who held all kinds of weapons in their hands, and looked down with a curious gaze.

"Look at it, how many defenders are there in the Tang people?"

One of his men replied, "It's hard to say, but the number of people standing behind the walls alone is at least two thousand." ”

Shang Jiexi understood what he meant, Gongtang City was not big, but the terrain was dangerous, only two or three thousand people were needed, it was enough to hold it firmly, and the soldiers and horses he brought were not enough to get to the city gate.

"Go and call the door, and tell that our messengers have arrived, and ask them when they will begin talking?"

Since there was no room to exploit, he had to come step by step, and one of his men was ordered to turn to the mountain road, and when he was within range of the bow and arrow, he immediately raised his hands to show that there was no hostility.

"What is that guy calling, don't you understand?" Xu Guangjing stood at the head of the city, his tall body mostly exposed, and he stepped on the battlements with one foot carelessly, staring at the visitor vigilantly.

The surrounding subordinates were like facing a great enemy, and their bows and arrows were pointed out of the city, and as soon as the head of their own team gave the order, they would shoot the people into hedgehogs.

It's just that they didn't understand each other's words, and the Tubo dialect was really difficult for ordinary sergeants, but fortunately, Yang Pre, who got the movement, came to the front door with Zhang Wuxuan, and he understood it as soon as he heard it.

"He said there was an emissary waiting down there, asking when we could start peace talks?"

"Peace talks? Talk about a bird, hit it in one go, and wipe out this bunch of miscellaneous pieces. Xu Guangjing muttered, several people ignored him, just with this idea, even the Tubo people under the mountain can't be beaten, who will destroy whom?

Yang Pre asked something loudly in Tubo dialect, and the person below quickly answered, making him frown.

"Pre-Lang Jun, what kind of charter, hurry up and talk about it." Xu Guangjing urged.

"He said that our Tang Dynasty and the Tubo people have negotiated peace, the location is set here, the two sides have ceased fighting, they are here to negotiate peace, or what kind of big business."

"What?"

Zhang Wuyuan and the others were surprised when they heard it, under such a good situation, it is understandable that the Tubo people are eager to seek peace, but what reason does Datang have not to fight? Others don't know, what are they experiencing every day here? Countless rescued Han Chinese are in this city.

Once peace is negotiated, what will happen to the people who have fallen? As long as a few years later, they will never speak a word of Chinese again, completely forget their origins, and become slaves of the Tibetans, even the vanguard of aggression.

"Don't worry, Gorou hasn't sent the letter back yet, something must have happened to the camp, let's wait." Yang Yu didn't know what was going on, so he could only comfort him first.

"What a bird fight this is!" Xu Guangjing spat hatefully, snatched a crossbow from a sergeant's hand, and aimed it at the people from the city.

"Lao Xu!"

"Don't mess around!" Zhang Wuwei and Yang Yu were taken aback by his movements, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab them, but before they could catch it, Xu Guangjing's fingers loosened, and the crossbow arrows that had entered the hole flew out with a "whoosh".

It was broken, and the two hurriedly looked down, only to see that the mount under the crotch of the Tubo man suddenly became short, and even the man and the horse fell down, and a featherless crossbow arrow was stuck straight into the neck of the war horse.

The man got up from the ground, turned and ran back, and there was a roar of laughter over the city.

"Don't look at a certain person, just scare him, this kind of small role, what does it matter if you kill him, Lao Tzu has not received an order from the left and right, the lord of the war asked us to guard here, and the things on the side are irrelevant."

Yang Yu didn't expect that looking at an old rough appearance and a wit to adapt to the situation, maybe the imperial court really had such and such plans, but at present, they, the front-line soldiers, are not without their strength.

Gorou has been doing this kind of thing all along, a small war lord, constantly stirring up trouble, expanding the war step by step to Zhangxiong and Nibora, and burning the war to the hinterland of the Tibetan people.

At the moment, there is no news from Gorou, things may have a turnaround, and several people who are already familiar with his style of doing things know it, and the arrow shot by Xu Guangjing is proof of it.

After all, no one is stupid.

Shang Jiexi also thought that he was not stupid, and sent someone to explore the way, but the feedback he got surprised him a lot.

"The Tang people shot their horses to death without saying a word, but they didn't mean to hurt anyone, but the city walls were full of human heads, all of them were Tubo, they were heavily guarded, their eyes were vigilant, and they didn't look like they wanted to talk about peace at all."

"What about Jilong Zongga, is he also dead?"

The subordinate recalled it carefully and shook his head: "There are too many, and the subordinates didn't see it clearly." ”

The slaughter of Gongtang City was expected, and most of the things were not done by the Tang people, but by those Nibharats, because of the news from the Nibharata, they did just that, and all the things that could not be put on the table were handed over to the local natives, and they could also have an explanation when they were investigated in the future.

But who doesn't know, without the support of the Tang people, those lowly natives dare to touch the Tubo people?

Now is not the time to calculate, once the peace talks fail, the future Luo Some cities will be full of more heads, all those powerful families, none of them can run away, Shang Jiexi shuddered when he thought of this picture.

"Dashang, what should we do?"

"Wait, most of the Tang people here don't know yet, and now there is no other way."

Shang Jiexi sighed and turned the horse's head, things were not going well, he was not in the mood to see the scenery, and he didn't want to be like a monkey, being pointed at by those people in the city.