Wu Sheng knew that the old chief had no choice, in the face of a huge war, the old chief with only a few dozen subordinates left was like him, he was really small and incompetent, and he couldn't help himself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Sheng thought that after Wang Shi captured the land of Gansu, he would establish the rule of this place next, and as a citizen under the rule of the Tang Dynasty, Yueduo was not in danger of his life...... Of course, she couldn't have had a better life, and her embarrassment and hunger could not be changed for a long time.

Holding the black and simple dagger in his hand, Wu Sheng's desolate heart flashed a lot of past events, and his faces flashed in his mind like a flower, his father, who was drunk more than when he was sober, Wu Chun, who took care of him with extraordinary archery skills, Yu Niang who wore armor for him in the pharmacy in Lingwu County, and Yueduo, who was simple and kind to the point of stupidity outside the small tent......

Wu Sheng has never realized so clearly that there will be so many partings in life, and all that he has gained has been irreversibly lost before he clearly realizes that he has obtained it, and parting divides gains and losses, when he has no time to cherish them.

"Through the two prefectures of Gua and Sha, if you can not be intercepted by the Tang Guiyi army, you can reach Xizhou all the way to the west, and there are also our Uighurs settled there." The old chief finally thought about the fate of his group, and hope began to appear in his eyes.

In the past, Zhang Yichao revived the Guiyi army, and the eleven prefectures around Nesar Prefecture were under his control, and Hexi and Xizhou were in his sphere of influence, and then the Tubo invasion and the Uighurs flourished, and the Guiyi army lost people and land, and could only barely keep the land around Sha and Gua Prefectures. In addition to the Tubo and the small tribes, the Uighurs of Ganzhou were broken, the Tang Dynasty could get Hexi, and the Xizhou Uighurs at the southern foot of the Jinshan (Tianshan Mountains) were broken, and the Tang Dynasty could enter the Western Regions.

These general trends of the world are too far away for Wu Sheng, so far that he can not touch the level slightly, but because of the hard work in the cold window in his early years, Wu Sheng still knows the direction of Xizhou and Yizhou, and knows the distance from here to the southern foot of Jinshan.

Very far away.

This goes to Jinshan, the Gobi Desert, horse bandits and thieves, villains of all ethnic groups, the long road is long, there are countless dangers, this goes to Jinshan, the road ahead is unpredictable, and the life and death of this body are unpredictable.

The old chief's words did not ignite the flame of hope in Wu Sheng's heart, but made his already extinguished heart even colder. He looked up at the Milky Way Sea of Stars, his desolate mood had not fluctuated much, and the expression on his face was expressionless, like a pool of stagnant water.

When he went to Jinshan, Wu Sheng didn't think that he would still be alive, or that he didn't think that he would be able to return alive. In the past, when I was reading hard in the cold window, I could see the sky when I looked up, but I had a beautiful picture of thousands of miles in my heart.

The world is big, not to see the mountains and rivers, but to see their own smallness, the world is big, not to see the brilliant lights, but to see their own loneliness.

The moonlit night in a foreign land is no different from the moonlit night in his hometown, but it always makes people feel homesick, the mountains and rivers in a foreign land are no different from the mountains and rivers in his hometown, but it always makes people feel nostalgic, Wu Sheng stares at the night sky on the city of Suzhou, feels like choking in his throat, his drunken father, maybe he looks at the entrance of the village, the silent Wu Chun, maybe he is looking for a horse, the delicate jade lady, maybe he is blowing the Qiang flute, the stupid moon, maybe standing in the cold wind, the past is like the wind dissipating, the old people are dissipating like the wind, only the worry is always in his heart.

Wu Sheng lowered his head and whispered, "Don't wait, don't read." ”

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When Wu Sheng and the other routs fled from Suzhou at night, the Tang army's elite cavalry did not pursue, that was not something that disgusted them, and Suzhou did not send troops to chase back, that was a situation where they could only feel helpless. There are not many people who escape from the city wall of Suzhou, although staying in front of the city, it is likely to be crushed into powder by the Tang army who attacked the city in his day, but at this time with their backs to the city wall and their backs to their clans, they still feel a little sense of security, compared with escaping from Suzhou in the face of the unpredictable but ironclad dangerous journey, there is at least a moment of comfort in front of Suzhou City, and the left and right are precarious, so they only care about the survival of this night, why bother thinking about the death of the Ming Dynasty.

For Wu Sheng, compatriots and colleagues are close at hand, but they can't stand side by side, and now they are far away from their compatriots and comrades, and returning home has become an untouchable luxury. Leaving Suzhou, with his back to Lingzhou, with every step, Wu Sheng's heart sank a little, and he could even feel the hardship of the horse's hooves.

If you leave home in this life, you are destined to make another country your home. But Wu Sheng still has a glimmer of hope in his heart: as long as he can live, there is always the possibility of returning home. It's just that reason clearly tells him that when he stays in a foreign country and regards other places as his hometown, his early home can only exist in dreams.

Whether it is a peaceful and prosperous era or a war era, returning home is actually more difficult than imagined. I don't know when everyone has become a displacer, and they will stay where they go, and returning to their roots can only be an occasional feeling.

Although the Tang army had no intention of pursuing, everyone lit torches after leaving Suzhou for a long time. Wu Sheng looked at Zhang Cang's uneasy face under the torch, his eyes as silent as a wilderness. When they left the tribe, there were still some Lingzhou captives in the team, but at this time, they were basically gone. Wu Sheng didn't know where they had gone, but he had seen with his own eyes that many of them had become the souls of the Tang army's elite riders.

In the war years, the family and country are not as important as the camp, and the people in the same camp are their own people, and the people in the hostile camp are not qualified to talk about their own home and country.

At this moment, Wu Sheng realized that he might have been abandoned by his family and country, just like Yao Luo Ge Di Yin abandoned the defeated soldiers outside Suzhou City, because he had already sided with the opposing camp of the Tang army, although this was not his original intention.

Fleeing overnight, the team did not stop to rest after dawn, since it was decided to leave Suzhou, of course, it was better to stay farther away. It wasn't until late afternoon that the tired and restless team stopped.

Food and water became a problem, people did not eat horses but could not not eat, fortunately in this team of hundreds of people, there was still a group of people with complete armor, and there were no guys who completely lost food in the previous rout, which became the support of the team.

At such times, the meaning of why the "eater" is called the eater's guy is fully reflected, and the people with armor are gathered and rush to the neighboring villages. The victims of the defeat of the defeated army, especially the horse bandits and bandits, these red-eyed and precarious people, suffered from hunger and exhaustion, experienced the pain of abandonment by their fellow leaders, and under resentment, they have long had no morality in their hearts.

Wu Sheng witnessed the whole process of this group of routs rushing into the village, killing and predating.

Then he mingled with the ranks, indifferently enjoying food with his companions amid the corpses, blood, and cries of the remnants of the villagers.

......

Wu Sheng wanted to run, wanted to leave the team.

was previously coerced by the defeated army, chased and killed by the Tang army, and could not and could not be separated, but now it is different. Find an opportunity to break away from this remnant army, and then find a place to hide, and drag it out again after the war, when the local order is stable, there will be no more killings, find the Tang army to explain the identity, it may not be impossible to return to Lingzhou - or go to Guazhou to find the Guiyi army.

When Wu Sheng had this thought, he began to look at his fellow travelers differently. So he soon discovered that some people looked at him differently. The different gaze came from the tribe, the Uighur warriors he knew well. From the other party's dodging gaze, Wu Sheng keenly caught the meaning of vigilance, which made him feel a chill down his spine.

It was day and night, Wu Sheng closed his eyes until midnight, and he couldn't sleep.

Then he noticed that the old chief and several tribal warriors had left the camp and walked towards the small forest outside, Wu Sheng waited for a moment, sneaked along, and finally hid behind a stone beside the grass to listen to the other party's conversation.

Fortunately, he had a nimble mind, and he was already quite accomplished in Uighur dialect, and he could barely understand what the other party was saying.

"What's wrong with Wu Lang in the past two days?" The voice of the old chief.

"It's normal, but I'm a little depressed." A Uighur warrior replied.

"It's nothing to be in a low mood, keep an eye on him, and if there is anything unusual, you must report it in time." The old chief's voice was solemn.

The Uighur warrior replied yes, and then asked puzzledly, "Why are you so close to Wu Lang?" ”

"Wu Lang is a Tang person, if he has any ghost thoughts, such as agitating everyone to surrender to the Tang army, but it is very troublesome, and he can't be unguarded." Another Uighur warrior said, "Now we are about to enter the border of Guazhou, where the Guiyi army of the Tang Dynasty is located. ”

The old chief said, "Not only that. He sighed and continued: "Let you look at Wu Lang, I am also afraid that he will run away." Wu Lang is quite talented and learned, everyone has seen it when he was in the tribe, this time you and I went to Xizhou, if you want to find a foothold and get good treatment, you have to rely on Wu Lang. If Wu Lang can be appreciated and reused over there, you and I will naturally be in a much better situation. ”

There was silence.

"After entering the boundary of Guazhou, he made a detour to the grassland in the north to avoid contact with the Guiyi army, and then went west to Jinshan, so even if Wu Lang had the intention to meet with the Guiyi army, there was no chance. As long as we get to Xizhou, you and I don't have to worry about it anymore...... With these hundreds of people, the tribe can be rebuilt. The old chief continued.

"What if he really wants to run?" The previous Uighur warrior asked.

The old chief was silent for a while, "It is better to persuade him to dispel this thought...... If he really has bad intentions, or insists on doing so, break his legs...... It's a big deal to kill him, the tribe has given him a favor, and if he doesn't want to repay it, he can't let him feel better! ”

When it was over, the warrior asked something else, "Why don't we take a detour back to the tribe?" If the Tang army really captured the land of Gan and Su, we would not be driven out as the people under the rule of the Tang Dynasty, right? ”

"Bastard!" The old chief was furious, "The Tang people have a grudge against me for killing my son, how can I be the dog of the Tang people?" ”

After a moment of silence, the old chief said: "I can use Tang slaves, and even let me marry my daughter to Wu Lang, so that he can be used by me with all his heart, but that is my charity to the Tang people, not to accept the Tang people's charity!" After all, the Tang people are Tang people, how can they treat me as a Uighur with all sincerity? ”

When Wu Sheng, who was behind the grass, heard this, he saw that the other party was about to stop talking, so he hurriedly took the lead in sneaking back.

Not long after returning to their previous sleeping position, the old chief and the others returned, and the two Uighur warriors slept on Wu Sheng's side, one on the left and one on the right.

Wu Sheng didn't sleep all night, and he didn't make any movements, but his hand never left the black dagger.

The next day, when the Buddha dawned, everyone woke up one after another, and Wu Sheng pretended to greet the old chief, and approached him face to face to talk.

The old chief smiled and tried Wu Sheng to cheer up, and said that he had walked the road to Xizhou when he was young, and that road was only known to him, and it was very hidden and safe, and he would be able to arrive in Xizhou as scheduled this time, and there were also his friends over there, and then he would ask Wu Sheng for a beauty, promising to let him live in a big tent, and his words were cordial like a family, and he also revealed that he wanted to accept Wu Sheng as a righteous son.

"The chief is so loving, Wu Sheng is grateful." Wu Sheng was greatly moved, and hurriedly bowed down, as if he was flattered and wanted to kneel and thank him, which caused the old chief to be greatly relieved, laughed, and bent down to help.

However, at this moment, to everyone's surprise, Wu Sheng, who bowed down, suddenly took out the black and ugly dagger from his sleeve, and stabbed it into the old chief's chest unexpectedly!