This morning was extremely cold, the grass on the wilderness shivered in the cold wind, the sand and gravel on the Gobi were spread out to the edge of invisible, and the sparse forest was not even a mountain forest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAccording to the current situation, today seems to be a cloudy day, and the blue sky in the past is like a blue sky, but at this time, it is also like a curtain has been pulled, covering the people below in shadows.

Wu Sheng was surrounded by hundreds of Uighurs in the middle of the three outer layers, and the two sides stared at each other with different expressions in their eyes. As Wu Sheng's voice fell, no one said a word, and the needles could be heard on the empty field, and the heavy wheezing sound was like night rain, abrupt and clear.

Many years later, when Wu Sheng recalled today's scene, although most of them laughed at it, he would always feel extremely fortunate in his heart, if he was allowed to deal with the current situation at that time, he would have more careful planning and more appropriate arrangements, such as contacting some guys who did not care about the old chief in advance, so that they could express their attitude and stand on his side in time after their words were finished and the scene was shaken, and the situation was almost settled.

But at the moment, Wu Sheng doesn't have those arrangements, so after he finished speaking, he could only stare at everyone, and the key words were just a few sentences, and when he finished speaking, he would finish speaking, and continue to say some repetitive and irrelevant words, which would only make him seem mother-in-law and unconfident, and he lost his momentum in vain. The current situation is like a confrontation between the two armies, and the bitter heart is not suitable for Wu Sheng, an "outsider", he can't let himself lose his power, that is the only thing he has.

The atmosphere of confrontation was not tense, but more dangerously silent, and the hearts of the hundreds of Uighurs were more at a loss. Wu Sheng only hoped that they would make up their minds quickly, this kind of waiting for the judgment of fate was like sitting on pins and needles, making his breathing at every moment extremely heavy and luxurious.

High above everyone's heads, a lone goshawk spread its wings and flew by.

Finally, I don't know who spoke first, and immediately, the noise came one after another, like a vegetable market that instantly returned to normal after being frozen. The swiftness of the routs was indescribable, and hundreds of them were divided into large and small groups, scolding and shouting but more silently, leaving the meaningless place, and eagerly dispersed towards their respective homes.

No one responded to Wu Sheng's call to join him in surrendering to the Tang army.

The defeated soldiers, who had finally picked up their lives, just wanted to go home at this time.

Things developed like this beyond Wu Sheng's expectations, he thought that if he didn't succeed today, he would become a benevolent, but now the result turned out to be a situation in between, which made him feel at a loss for a moment. However, this is not difficult to understand, in order for the soldiers to respond to his call, he must have prestige, the reality of the Tang army's large-scale killing, and his assassination of the old chieftain did provide Wu Sheng with prestige, but he did not gain the trust of the defeated soldiers—a strange Tang man, of course, will not be trusted by the Uighurs.

If Wu Sheng lived in the tribe for a longer time, he could turn those familiar warriors into his own forces, and let them gather all the warriors of the tribe and obey Wu Sheng's orders, then with them as the core force, he would be able to attract all the defeated soldiers to act with him at this time...... If Wu Sheng had become a Uighur, he would have had a chance to gain the trust of the Uighurs.

The routs who were in a hurry to go home did not have the heart to punish Wu Sheng, the guy who had killed the old chief—they were not familiar with the old chief, but after these people dispersed, only fifty or sixty warriors of the tribe were left in the field, and they not only did not leave, but surrounded Wu Sheng in the middle again, and approached him with an unkind expression.

Wu Sheng's heart was full of sorrow, he knew that his crisis not only did not disappear, but reached the most serious time, in the face of the approaching knife of the tribal warriors, he barely held his foot and did not retreat, looked at one of the strong guys, and said in a voice unhurriedly: "Babur, the old chief is dead, you can go back with the warriors now." ”

The meaning of this was, of course, to remind the warrior called Babur that the old chieftain was dead, and that by virtue of his prestige he could seek to become a tribal chief, for the old chief's son had died in battle.

Babur didn't appreciate it, and said with a grim look: "If you kill the old chief and don't get your head back, how can I convince the people?" "He was already a well-known man in the tribe, so he naturally knew how to sit smoothly in the position of chief.

Wu Sheng stared at Babur and said in a deep voice: "If you kill me, the Tang Army will avenge me, you are bringing ruin to the tribe!" ”

Babur's face did not change: "Does anyone know that we killed you?" When you're dead, you're gone, and no one will know you existed. ”

Looking at the tribal warriors approaching in front of him left and right, his eyes touching the hateful eyes, Wu Sheng knew that there was no room for recovery. After all, he is not a superior in a high position, nor is he a military staff member who does everything he can, he is just a rural scholar who did not go to Luoyang, he is just an ordinary soldier who almost died in the battle array, assassinating the old chief to persuade the Uighurs to surrender, he was holding the belief of fighting to the death, and the problem in front of him was beyond his ability to deal with.

Wu Sheng clenched the black dagger in his hand, took a deep breath, and his gaze suddenly became resolute, "As a Tang Dynasty, I can't afford to die. I killed the old chieftain who was bent on being the enemy of the Tang Dynasty, and I was considered to die in the battle, and I lived up to the Tang Dynasty soldiers, and I could be a Tang ghost after death. In this way, when you get to the Yellow Spring, you also have the face to be with your comrades who died in battle in the past, and then drink and talk happily! ”

With that, he rushed to Babur with his gaze, desiring to die with him.

......

With a thud, an arrow flew through the air and hit Babur in the shoulder.

Caught off guard, Babur screamed, the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground, and he quickly retreated, and then looked in the direction where the arrow was flying.

Wu Sheng, who had already taken a step, stopped his figure and looked at the other side in surprise.

About fifty paces away, there was a man with a sword and a bow, standing on the branch of a thick tree, his face calm and unwavering, and his movements showed that the arrow had come from him.

Next to this young man dressed in ordinary Hexi costumes, there was also a figure in a fluttering robe, sitting on a horizontal branch with his feet hanging in the air, one hand standing beside his sword, his long hair rising and falling slightly in the cold wind, his posture was dusty, and his temperament was strange.

"Zhang Jinliang, Zhang Jinliang, how many years have you been practicing with me for so long, your hands are still so unstable, and you can shoot off at such a close distance, where do you let my face go?" The robed man sitting on the sword glanced at the man standing beside him, his face as white as snow was full of disgust.

The man named Zhang Jinliang took the longbow and responded lukewarmly: "Deliberately." ”

The robed man screamed like a grasshopper jumping around, "Why did you do it on purpose? Are you afraid that you will kill that person with one arrow, and the young descendants in the middle will be hacked to death by a group of swarms and swords, so you shoot this arrow just to control the situation? ”

Zhang Jinliang still looked ahead, and did not turn his head to look at his companion beside him, "Since you know everything, you still ask me what I do." ”

A robe man whose face was whiter than a woman in the Central Plains and more beautiful than a woman in the south of the Yangtze River, but he was dressed as a real man, he sneered, "Why do you have to care about the life and death of that young descendant, the distance between the two places is a full fifty steps, are you deaf and clear enough to hear their conversation, and know that the descendant is actually a Tang person?" ”

Zhang Jinliang didn't squint, "I'm also a cultivator. ”

The robed man sniffed, "You are a ghost cultivator, you are a piece of wood, stupid wood, and you have no cultivation qualifications at all." ”

Zhang Jinliang finally turned his head, looked at the man in the robe seriously, and said seriously: "Have you noticed that the closer you get to Lingzhou, the more you will say, now you just see a Tang man, you have completely lost the cold and dusty temperament of the sword, and you are about to become a long-tongued woman?" ”

"You...... Zhang Jin Scale! The man in the robe, who was so beautiful that everyone was overwhelmed, immediately gritted his teeth, he first roared in annoyance, and then threatened with a gloomy face: "Are you in arrears again?" ”

Zhang Jinliang retracted his gaze at Jianzi, and looked forward again, probably recalling that he had suffered too much in the past, and he wisely chose not to confront the other party, "They came to trouble us." ”

Seven or eight Uighur warriors rushed towards the tree in a menacing manner, shouting and cursing as they went. Jianzi didn't even look at it, "You found them the trouble first, and you solved it yourself." ”

Zhang Jinliang didn't expect the sword, he drew the sword and jumped off the trunk, but when he faced the seven or eight Uighur warriors, he turned back to the sword and said, "You better go directly to Lingzhou to find His Majesty the Emperor, I really can't stand you." ”

Before the sword could rage, Zhang had already rushed into the Uighur warriors.

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The sound of horses' hooves, which had just dispersed as the Uighurs had just dispersed, did not attract the attention of the tribal warriors at first, until the dull sound of strings sounded and sharp arrows flew down, knocking down several warriors on the periphery, and the others turned back in surprise.

Then they saw that a cavalry was rushing towards them with murderous energy, and in a short sound of metal rubbing, the cavalry drew their swords and unsheathed them, as if they were killing the gods.

This cavalry team rushed from the road to the west, with more than 100 horsemen, black helmets and black hair, curved bows and straight knives, and the wind and clouds were also whirlwind. This is not what the tribal warriors saw before the appearance of the Tang Forbidden Army, but it is definitely not the military attire of Gansu and Su Prefectures.

Ignoring the shouts of the tribal warriors, after a few rounds of cavalry shooting, the cavalry brazenly slaughtered into the crowd of the tribe, and everywhere the sword went, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the first tribe bore the brunt of the battle, and was slain in front of the horse.

The battle came without warning, Babur and the others were so shocked that they no longer had the heart to care about Wu Sheng and Jianzi, and hurriedly gathered to prepare to meet the enemy. It's just that this cavalry is extraordinarily powerful and numerically superior, and before the tribesmen can form a good response, they are crushed.

Wu Sheng, who was temporarily out of danger, looked at this cavalry team that suddenly appeared, the shock in his heart was indescribable, and it didn't take long for him to realize the identity of this cavalry team.

Returned to the Righteous Army.