[For the brother chalk to add more things, the 12th, that is, this afternoon began to be doris_! 】

"Driving~~~"

Guo Ye and Zhao Jiuchou rode their horses through the pass and stepped into the territory of Tubo.

On the territory of the Samba head, I don't know how long I ran all the way.

From the beginning of the lack of people, to the vague sight of cattle and sheep, to the sparsely populated but still sporadic encounters with Tibetan shepherds.

After running for dozens of miles, Guo Ye suddenly pulled the reins and stopped.

Although Zhao Jiuchou was puzzled, he still drank the horse under his crotch and stopped at Guo Ye's side.

Suspiciously, he asked, "Why did you stop for no reason?" Didn't the shepherd just say that there were still twenty miles from Samba's camp? ”

Guo Ye pointed to his white robe and white armor, and then pointed to Zhao Jiuchou's soldier kapok armor, and said with a wry smile: "Now that we are getting closer and closer to Samba's campsite, there will definitely be more and more Tubo people along the way, do you think we can sneak into Samba's territory with this dress?" ”

Zhao Jiuchou suddenly realized, how could he forget this stubble?

They wore the clothes and armor of the Tang Army, and walked through the land of the Tubo people with a big grin, isn't it nothing to look for?

Fortunately, the shepherds on the road just now were only slaves of the Samba family, so they didn't pay much attention to this.

But if you want to blend into the camp where Samba lives on weekdays, and wear this suit and armor in a grand manner, it's a bit **.

Zhao Jiuchou was embarrassed and said urgently: "We didn't bring the clothes of the Tubo people when we came out, what should we do?" ”

Guo Ye smashed his mouth and muttered: "Horses and armor can be hidden on the spot." However, the clothes of the Tibetan people, as well as the cattle and sheep that we pretended to be shepherds and mixed into the camp, will be borrowed from you. ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Jiuchou looked at Guo Ye suspiciously, and almost blurted out that Lao Tzu is not familiar with life here, where can I borrow clothes for you, cattle and sheep?

Before the words came out, Guo Ye had already raised his right hand and pointed not far ahead.

Following his direction, Zhao Jiuchou saw two Tibetan shepherds, wearing the Tubo people's unique right-sided slanted narrow-sleeved robes, driving more than a dozen lambs towards this side.

Looking at the color of this narrow-sleeved robe, it is made of coarse linen, and it should also be the slave of the Samba family who is responsible for herding sheep.

Zhao Jiuchou immediately understood what Guo Ye meant, and immediately pulled out the golden wire ring knife on his shoulder, and snorted: "This kind of thing, it seems that Zhao is doing it for you again, right?" ”

After speaking, he stepped on the stirrup, and the saddle was clamped with his legs, and the man followed the horse, brandishing a big knife, and galloped away.

Guo Ye gently turned his head away, he couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene, and praised Zhao Jiuchou in his heart, Lao Tzu knows people with his eyes, Lao Zhao is becoming more and more like a good knife

After half a tea time, there were two more Tibetan slaves on the road who shepherded sheep and returned to the camp slowly, but looking at the posture of driving the sheep, they were a little clumsy and completely novice.

At this time, there are still seventeen or eighteen miles away from Samba's campsite.

At the same time, Uncle Bao, the messenger sent by Yang Tai in Tuva City, had already rushed to the camp where the Sambatou people were located one step ahead of Guo Ye and the others.

This campsite was set up near a water source, and the land within a radius of fifty miles was the private domain of the samba chief.

Both the land that grows in the ground and the things that climb on the ground belong to Samba alone, including the 10,000 slaves on this land.

The place where the Sang family lives is in the middle of this campsite near the water source, a house made of logs.

The house was two storeys high, with livestock and slaves living on the lower floor, and the Samba family living upstairs.

Livestock and people live in the same house, only one floor apart, which sounds very awkward, but this is not a strange thing in Tibet.

On the contrary, these head slave owners took it for granted, first, the slaves and cattle were mixed, which means that slaves were like animals in their eyes, with no status, only to be slaughtered; Second, the cattle lived downstairs, and these slave owners would sleep soundly, because the animals meant rations, and the rations were downstairs, indicating that they would not starve.

There is no way, the products under the Tibetan slavery regime, whether it is the country, the customs, or the people, are all so weird.

Uncle Bao should not be the first time to come to Samba, as soon as he entered the campsite, he was recognized by Samba's personal guard, and welcomed him to the second floor where Samba lived.

Seeing Uncle Bao's bold visit, Samba, who was still sitting on the side of the fire boiling water for warmth, suddenly stood up.

The Samba people are short in recent middle age, but they have a thick beard and are quite heroic, but it is a pity that these five short statures are incompatible with this beard.

Although the man was small, his voice was quite loud, and after standing up, he smiled at Uncle Bao and shouted harmlessly: "Ah, my dear Han friend has come to visit my old friend again." This time, what good things did the Han people bring to Samba that your general master asked you to bring? ”

After that, you are really welcome, your eyes looked straight at Uncle Bao's front and back, and he was stunned and didn't bring anything.

In Samba's impression, Yang Tai in Tuva City has never been stingy with money when he interacts with him.

For example, when doing business, he sells Tibetan war horses to Yang Tai from time to time, and the price given by the other party is often fifty percent higher than the domestic market price of Tubo; On the contrary, if you buy Han tea, porcelain, silk, rouge gouache, salt, and even exquisite and gorgeous Han clothes from Yang Tai, the price given by the other party is often very low, so low that it is unbelievable for yourself.

Samba likes silver, but people are not stupid.

He could see that Yang Tai was friendly with him, and he must have wanted to know the big backer behind him through himself - the Tubo Prime Minister had no Lu Denai.

Therefore, he has been hanging Yang Tai all along, just to get more benefits from him.

And Yang Tai did not let him down, in addition to greatly benefiting Samba when the two sides were doing business, he also regularly sent people to greet him, shouting and asking for warmth.

Of course, there is a premise for this greeting, as the Han people say, how can a door-to-door visit come empty-handed?

Therefore, Samba likes it very much and looks forward to it, and every time Yang Tai sends someone to greet him.

Just one time, he can make a lot of money.

There is no trick, who made Samba love silver too much, who made the terrain of Tubo country special, so poor that there is nothing?

But

Today, Uncle Bao came empty-handed, and Samba was very disappointed and angry.

immediately pulled down his stinky face, put away the warm smile just now, continued to sit back in the position just now, and hummed: "Has General Yang forgotten Samba's good friend now?" This, too, too rude, right? ”

"Huh?"

Uncle Bao was stunned for a moment, but soon thought of why Samba had changed before and after and what he said inexplicably.

What kind of is Samba, he has long heard his own general say that this is the Tubo wolf whose head can never be fed.

Immediately, Uncle Bao smiled helplessly at Samba, and said, "Don't be angry with Samba, my general has not forgotten you." On the contrary, he still talks about you all the time. Today, it was the villain who came in a hurry and forgot the etiquette, and the samba head is not strange. ”

Hearing him say this, Samba's face softened, but he still didn't say a word, obviously still thinking about the gap between coming to the door empty-handed.

Seeing this, although Uncle Bao hated it in his heart, he still put on a smile and continued to flatter: "Sambatou, I hope you don't get angry, my general is in great trouble now, and he urgently needs your assistance." ”

After speaking, he took out the letter he had drafted for Yang Tai in Tuva City from his sleeve and handed it to Samba.

Although Samba is a native of Tibet, he is fortunate to have relatives with the Wulu family, so he has learned Chinese in the Wulu family since he was a child and knows how to recognize Chinese characters.

Seeing that Uncle Bao swore so much, although he didn't say a word, he still took the letter and opened it a little to read it.

The more he looked at it, the more his face became flickering, and he exclaimed a few times in surprise, how could it be.

In the end, I finally read the letter.

After reading it, he threw the letter into the fire in front of him, stood up abruptly again, and looked directly at Uncle Bao.

There was a thick essence in his eyes, like a philistine, like shrewdness, like greed, and after taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice: "It's okay to send troops, I can send you 5,000 slave soldiers, and there is no shortage of lowly slaves in Tubo." But—"

His voice suddenly raised a little, and he asked nakedly: "However, if you open the skylight and speak brightly, what benefits can your general give me Samba??? ", the house of reading! Unique URL: