At the end of May, it was the middle of summer in Liangzhou, and the land of Liangzhou should have been sunny at this time, cloudless, and the fiery solar energy made people drowsy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but today's weather is extraordinary, the sky is covered by dark clouds, there is no breeze in the air, the sky seems to be brewing the next happy rainstorm, the distant clouds seem to be about to overturn from the sky to Liangzhou, a town that is not worth mentioning under the panic of the sky.

Zhang Xin took advantage of the fact that others didn't notice him on the city tower, secretly put the spear to the side, and loosened the collar with his hands. The weather was so hot and humid that it was almost breathless, Zhang Xin had already stood on the city tower all morning, and his underwear was already soaked with sweat. Either let the sun come out and dry dry, or let the rainstorm go down happily and thoroughly. The sweltering heat was terrible. This breaking weather coupled with the fast running, the scouts who went to the city tower to deliver the news of the battlefield, a poem suddenly appeared in Zhang Xinxin, "The black clouds are crushing the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of the armor is open to the sun." Then he forced the following sentence "The horn is full of autumn colors, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple." "Pinched off, I won't memorize this sentence in my heart, it's better to be lucky to fight.

When it was not yet dawn, Zhang Xin followed Zhang Yi to the Dongcheng Tower, but the morning was almost over, and not even half of the Tubo soldiers appeared in front of the city. However, Zhang Xin's eyesight is very good, and then the ten-zhang high city tower can vaguely see the shadowy rangers in the distance, Zhang Xinxin knows, that is the scout of Tubo patrolling the city.

Zhang Yi was still frowning in front of the map and looking at the military newspaper, while putting the small pebbles symbolizing the strength of the army on the map and muttering, "On the royal flag of Qinling, the same as the six yaks and sheep, the tent flag of Pengbo is in Xicheng, Su Yao is in Beicheng, and Gongbu is in Nancheng." "Xicheng has repelled the sixth wave of attack by the six yaks." "Nancheng confirmed that it was a feint, and Gongbu withdrew after a wave of attacks." "Xicheng repelled the seventh wave of Yangtong's attack, and Pengbo's troops retreated to rest." "The sheep are moving to the north city."

Suddenly, the scouts came with new news from the battlefield, "The banner of the Blackshirt Army has appeared in Xicheng, the banner of the king of the Qinling Tomb is moving forward, and the six yaks are preparing for the eighth wave of attacks." ”

When Zhang Yi heard the news, he raised his head in shock, "Where are the blackshirts?" West Side? ”

The scout repeated again, Zhang Yi seemed to have lost his soul, "Impossible, impossible, how can the Blackshirts be in Xicheng?" ”

Zhang Xin watched Zhang Yi draw on the map irritably. Zhang Yi had already determined that the main direction of attack in Tibet today must be Dongcheng, so he rang the morning bell on the fourth watch, asked the sergeants to bury the pot and cook, and went to the city on the fifth watch. Although the total number of troops in Dingbian and Shunyi was only 3,000, and the 10,000 rows were less than an entire city wall, Zhang Yi planted all the military flags he could loot on the city, and from a distance, he couldn't see the reality of Dongcheng.

But the morning is almost over, not to mention Tibet, Dongcheng has not even seen a local dog. And Tubo fought in Xicheng in a stormy general, six yaks, on the Qinling, the black shirt army, the three most important banners all appeared in Xicheng, proving that Tubo has all the main forces are put in Xicheng, Tubo with the six yaks of the royal department as the main force, launched seven rounds of attacks in Xicheng in the morning, completely a red-eyed posture regardless of casualties to charge to the city, in just one morning casualties tens of thousands of casualties. No matter how Zhang Yi calculated, he found that there was no longer any force in Tubo's hands that could threaten Dongcheng.

Zhang Yi scratched his head irritably, he even wrote a military report asking for help, and waited for the Tubo people to be sent to the Assassin Mansion as soon as there appeared in Dongcheng, but according to the current posture, does Tubo really want to fight Xicheng to the death?

Zhang Yi didn't know that right now, in the grove three miles away from Dongcheng, there were densely packed Tubo soldiers dressed in black and with scimitars, they were the personal guards of the Qinling Tomb, and the absolute main force of the Tubo country that played a famous and prestigious role in the Battle of Dafeichuan, the blackshirts.

Among the dense black-clothed warriors, there was an old general wearing a black armor lined with bright light. The old general was about fifty years old, his hair was already half-white, perhaps due to the influence of his years of fighting horses, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as knives on his cheeks. The black-clothed general has a burly body, his skin is blackened by the perennial plateau sun, his facial features are quite ordinary, and even his eyes are a little cloudy. If people you don't know see him on the side of the road, most of them will think of him as a Tibetan serf who has worked hard for half his life. However, the black-clothed warriors told people with their extremely pious eyes that he was the peerless god of war in Tibet, on the Qinling.

Suddenly, a messy sound of horses' hooves rushed into the woods, and the knight on the horse rolled off his horse when he was still fifty paces away from the Lunqin Tomb. Two black-clothed sergeants had already stepped forward, one leading the horse of the Tibetan scout, and the other listening to the message from the scout. A moment later, the black-clothed sergeant quickly ran to the side of the Lun Qinling and whispered to his ear the words of the scout.

After hearing this, Non Qinling nodded, waved his hand to signal the black-clothed guards to go down, and opened his mouth to say, "Dorjee." ”

"In!" An incomparably burly man responded.

Dorjee means King Kong in the Tibetan language, and no matter which tribe in Tibet, only the bravest warriors can accompany this name. The Duoji called by the Qinling is the first warrior among the six yak tribes of the Tubo royal department. Dorjee has been more than a head taller than other children since he was a child, and when he becomes an adult, he is a foot long, and he is born with infinite divine power.

Dorjee was originally an ordinary serf in the Six Yak tribe, and usually made a living by farming for his master. Once, when the Qinling was sacrificing in the Six Yak Division, a yak that was supposed to be a sacrifice suddenly broke free of the rope and rushed towards the crowd like crazy. The yak was originally a symbol of the Tibetan gods, not to mention that the crazy yak was still a sacrifice, the Tubo people saw the yak crazy but did not dare to hurt the yak with knives, guns, bows and arrows, and the tens of thousands of people present at the moment were helpless with this frightened cow. Seeing that the mad cow was about to hurt people, Dorjee rushed out of the crowd with one arrow and grabbed the yak's tail. The yak was already strong, and with the impact of the wild run, the fragile tail was broken with a "snap". The mad cow grew more and more crazy in pain. However, Dorjee shook off half of the ox's tail and rushed up to grab the yak's horns and the mad bull's horns.

At this time, a scene that stunned the audience appeared, this adult angry mad bull actually retreated in the wrestling, and was finally pressed to the ground by Dorjee, and the four ox legs fluttered on the ground desperately, but he didn't force Dorjee back half a step. Seeing this, Dorjee immediately included Dorjee in the Blackshirt Army, and Dorjee has since moved to the north and south with Lunqinling in the Blackshirt Army, and has been promoted to the rank of Captain over the years.

On Qinling closed his eyes slightly and said: "Fan Mingzhang has a group of little lambs who actually broke the sheepfold, you go and catch the escaped lambs." ”

A cruel smile tugged at the corner of Dorjee's mouth, "What if the lamb is disobedient?" "Then slaughter it in advance."

Hearing this, the black tower-like man turned on his horse and shouted, "Follow me from Tashi Dorjee's thousand-man team!" Immediately, a cavalry team of about 1,000 people rushed out of the black oppressive woods, rolled up a road of smoke and dust and went diagonally to the northeast.