Shangzhu Guoxuntian is thirty hectares, and it has been changed, blame me for not reading carefully, brothers forgive me.

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The Tang army disappeared from the valley with the Khotanese slaves, and the bloody atmosphere in the valley began to slowly dissipate. In a half-collapsed yurt, a Qiang teenager stuffed his fist in his mouth, looking out with bloodshot eyes.

There were all his relatives, his favorite ponies, and all his kindred. They were all alive in the morning, but now they were all lying on the grass, corpses.

Those damned Tang people killed all his kindred, and took all the livestock, and his favorite soft Khotanese little slave girl was also taken away by the Tang people.

Daon was only fourteen years old, and the little slave girl was his first woman. Ever since his father gave her to him as a gift, he had loved the wonderful taste. Every day he would take the little slave girl to the edge of the valley, ride on her soft body, and watch her struggle in vain with chains and weep. Whenever this happens, the young Daon has a feeling of conquering everything.

And now, his favorite plaything has been taken away by the damned Tang people.

Daon knew that he was the last living man in his clan, and he hid in the yurt with red eyes and did not move. The Tang man's knife killed his father and grandfather, and half of the yurt collapsed, but he just survived.

The Qiang are born warriors, and although they are teenagers, Daon is not afraid of battle. If it weren't for his grandfather who stopped him when he was dying, he would have rushed out and fought with the Tang people.

"Go over Mount Kinabalu and go to your fellow people over there and tell them what happened here." This is Grandpa's last words, and it is because of this sentence that he hid here, watching his fellow clans being killed by those Tang people one by one.

On the other side of the sacred mountain is the kingdom of the Qiang people. Although the young Daon had never been there, he knew that there was the most noble lord and the greatest Zampu. Every time they come here, they bring good luck to the clan.

Hiding in the valley and watching the blood of his people gradually solidify, Daon's gaze became colder and colder, like a fierce little wolf. The valley slowly darkened, and Daon came out of the yurt, searched the ruins for a long knife, and gathered all the glutinous rice cakes of each family, and put them in bags and carried them on his back.

When Daon left the valley, he could barely see the hoof prints left by the Tang cavalry. With a hard sip, Daon circled around, quickly left the valley following his memory, and disappeared into the night.

As long as you climb over the sacred mountain, it is the territory of the same clan. Just tell the adults and the greatest Zampu over there about this, and Zampu will surely avenge his people. Those Tang people will be killed, and the soft and crying little slave girl will definitely be recaptured.

The road to Mount Kinabalu Daon had heard his grandfather tell him many times, and his grandfather had also taken him to the entrance of the glacier. Although he stumbled forward in the dark night, Daon did not find the wrong way.

Crossing the icy river again and again, the road became more and more steep, there was not a single pedestrian on the road, and the green in the field of vision became less and less.

There are traces left by a camel on the ground, indicating that he has not gone wrong. There is only one way to cross Mount Kinabalu, just find the right entrance and follow the footprints of the camels.

There are fewer and fewer glutinous rice cakes, and when you cross a mountain, there is a higher mountain behind you. There used to be caravans on this road, but now those caravans seem to have disappeared completely.

The Qiang boy didn't feel tired at all, and the belief in revenge supported him to go on. More than ten days later, after crossing a mountain range, standing on the bank of the snow stream, looking at the Bingdaban in the distance, the Qiang boy howled loudly.

It's finally here!

If you climb over this Daban, you will find as many stars as you kindred. The great Zamp will surely send his troops and horses to avenge his tribe.

Glancing at the dumplings in his baggage, Daon decided to save some food. Grandpa said that after passing through this Bingdaban, you have to pass through an uninhabited area before you can find your fellow people on the plateau.

Just thinking about it, Daon suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and the strength in his body was instantly drained, and the long knife in his hand could no longer hold it, and he fell heavily to the ground.

A sharp blade pierced through his chest, dripping with blood. In his field of vision, several tall and unspoken figures appeared, looking at him as if they were looking at a dead man.

Daon was desperate, and at this time he thought of the crying little slave girl. Her body is so soft.

"You ...... Who is it? ”

Daon asked with difficulty, and suddenly forced his mouth shut again.

Bundle your hair on the right side, naturally it's a Tang person.

The blade suddenly disappeared from his chest, and Daon only saw the earth grow rapidly in his field of vision. The next moment his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

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Ma Lu was wrapped in a thick leather robe, standing on the bank of the snow stream, cleaning the Mo knife in the snow stream. The brothers Ma Yong and Ma Qiang commanded several sturdy Anxi athletes to drag the body of the young Qiang man away from the road and throw it into a large pit dug in advance.

This place, an important mountain pass in the Kunlun Mountains, was called Sangzhu Daban after a thousand years.

This place is too easy to intercept and kill the Qiang people who want to go over the mountain to Qiangtang. Since the Anxi New Army moved to Pishan Town and began to hunt the Qiang tribe in Nanshan, there have been Qiang people who have slipped through the net and come here, wanting to cross Sangzhu Daban to Aksai Chin. It's been more than half a month since I arrived here and set up an ambush, and I don't know how many Qiang warriors died under the Mo knife. Rather than sitting in the city of Qiuzi, he now prefers to fight the enemy face to face with a knife and a gun.

"Long live the second year of Tongtian, the queen of heaven ordered Guo Yuanzhen to the wild fox river to Tubo to talk about Qinling, Qinling invited the queen of heaven to pull out four towns, and said, 'Among the ten surnames, the five Lu tribes are close to Anxi, which is quite far away from Tubo; Tong Jin Zhu is close to the Tibetan realm, and its limits are only a moraine, and the knights are struggling, and the moon can ravage the Tibetan court, and it is the one who is the giant beetle of Tubo, and it is only a corner. It can be seen that this road is actually the lifeline of the northwest of Tibet. The general personally led the troops here to block the road, and the Tubo did not know the situation in the four towns, and when they found out, the Qiang people in Shanbei had been killed by the general. ”

It was the great poet Cen Shen who spoke, he was wrapped in several layers of leather robes and still felt cold, and the cold air emitted by the snow stream made him shiver incessantly.

Ma Lan originally thought that this scholar would not be able to support for long under the Sangzhu Daban, but now it seems that this scholar can also burst out with great energy for the sake of fame, and he has not had any problems after staying at an altitude of nearly five thousand meters above sea level for more than half a month.

Du Huan went to Chang'an and didn't come back, Duan Junzi stayed in Majia Grange and couldn't leave watching the workshop produce ordnance, and there were indeed no available literati under him. Originally, he didn't plan to let Cen Da Poet come to this place, he didn't want this brilliant guy to die here, but Cen Shen asked for orders to participate in this march several times, and Ma Lan had no choice but to agree.

Between the four towns of Tibet and Anxi, separated by the towering Kunlun Mountains, even after a thousand years, the road from the plateau to Xinjiang is extremely difficult. Although Tibet has a long border with Anxi, it cannot easily set foot in the land of the four towns.

If the Tibetans wanted to enter Anxi, they either passed through the Tuyuhun Valley in the east and then turned in the direction of Gucheng in the northwest, or they passed through a desert between the Kunlun Mountains and the Karakoram Mountains, and then crossed the Sangzhu Daban to reach the vicinity of Khotan. In other places, they are blocked by the Kunlun Mountains and are impassable.

Of course, there is also a circuitous route, which is to enter the southern foot of the Green Mountains through the Big and Small Bolu, and then go out of the Green Ridge from the Green Ridge Guard to the vicinity of Shule. However, Xiao Bolu is now in the hands of the Tang Dynasty, and this route has been blocked by the Tang Army.

In the east, Geshuhan fought successive battles and continued to advance towards the old realm of Shenlong, which had completely blocked the possibility of Tubo entering Anxi from the eastern front. Therefore, there is only one road left connecting Tibet and Anxi, which is to pass through the so-called Aksai Chin region and then cross the Sangzhu Daban to Khotan.

The Bing Dazaka behind him, the famous Sangzhu Dazaka after a thousand years, is the throat of this only road.

"Master Cen, what kind of text did you drop, our brothers can't understand it, can't we speak human language?" Ma Yong laughed. Their brother is the leader of Ma Lan's personal army, and he has never left Ma Lan's side, and he has long been extremely familiar with this Ma Lan's staff, so he has no scruples when he speaks.

"You two don't know how to kill, it's strange that you can understand. I'm here to assist the general, as long as the general can understand. ”

Seeing Cen Shen's eager eyes, Ma Lan knew that he wanted to get praise from his commander, so he nodded with a smile and said, "The master is really knowledgeable, and I have actually heard about this part of the past. Long live the Queen of Heaven in the first year of Tongtian, Wang Xiaojie and Tubo Da Tan Qinling fought in Suluo Khan Mountain, Xiaojie was defeated, Qinling and then army Bo Liangzhou, killed Liangzhou Governor Xu Qinming, Liangzhou was in danger. Long live Tongtian two years after the queen ordered Guo Yuanzhen to meet Qinling in the Yehu River, it was a delaying tactic, Qinling was a minister of Tubo, but was confused by Guo Yuanzhen's words, and spent too much time in the Yehu River, as a result, Tubo Zampu took the opportunity to kill his henchmen, and the blood washed the four realms, and Qinling wanted to return to Tubo There was no place to stay, so he had to surrender my Tang Dynasty. ”

Although Qin Ling was a little stupid in this matter, what he said was also the truth. When the Turks were at their peak, there were often soldiers and horses entering Tibet from here, and after the reopening of the four towns of Anxi, Cui Zhibi plundered Tibet, and took this road. When Tibet was strong, this road was the main road for Tibet to enter Anxi, and when Tibet was weak, it was worried that the strong enemy would attack Tibet from this road. For Tibet, this road is really fateful. If the Qiang people near Nanshan want to go to the plateau to report the news, they also have to pass through this road. We are setting up an ambush here now precisely to kill these Nanshan Qiang people cleanly, and then make a slow plan. ”

Cen Shen nodded and said with a smile: "The general is really both civil and military, so profound can be called a Confucian general." There are tens of thousands of Qiang people in Nanshan, and killing them all is indeed a solution to the trouble in the heart of the king of Khotan. Such a wanton killing is afraid that it will arouse the discussion of the courtiers. However, looking at the general's appearance, it seems that he is not afraid of this matter at all. ”

Ma Lan waved his Mo knife and said with a smile: "As long as it can be beneficial to the people of Anxi Hanmin, what does it matter if a certain family is a Wu Anjun once?" As for the discussion of those people in Chang'an, I am not ready to worship the prime minister in the future, who will care about him! ”

Cen Shen laughed and said, "Sure enough! There is already a poem below, and the general will definitely present a poem to help this matter later. It's just that the general said that he would slow down again, could it be that after killing all the Qiang people in Nanshan, there would be no action? ”