Listening to the threat of the Tibetan envoy, the caustic voice sounded again.

"Go back and tell you Shang Tazang, our general has benevolence in his heart, and he can't bear to let you come all the way to die, as long as you surrender with your own hands tied, the general guarantees that you can return to your hometown alive. If not, we'll have a lot of arrows on our side! ”

Laughter rang out from the shut. Tubo persuaded people to be annoyed and angry, and said:

"Toast and don't eat and drink, you just wait and cry!"

With that, he raised his right arm high. The soldiers who closed the door stared at him to see what tricks he could play.

"Bees have sugar on their mouths, and don't forget thorns on their tails. The wolf hangs up the goat's mustache and can't change his vicious face. ”

Zhang Yichao stood on the gate, with words in his mouth. When the soldier next to him asked him what he said, he smiled and said:

"This is a Tibetan proverb I heard in Luo some years ago."

Then I translated it again in Chinese. Shi Jingfeng in front listened to it and asked:

"Oh, kind of interesting, what else?"

Zhang Yichao said again:

"The yak doesn't know the crooks of its horns, and the horses don't know the length of its face."

Shi Jingfeng said:

"Makes sense. Those people in the court said that the Tubo Hui were a foreigner, vulgar and unliterate. If it's really vulgar and unliterate, how can you take away such a big place as Longyou, Hexi, Anxi, Anxi? If we really lose at the hands of barbarians, aren't we even inferior to barbarians? These guys are really arrogant. ”

A faint cry came from afar. The soldiers on the gate couldn't help but be a little stunned. Shi Jingfeng stood on a high place, put his hand on the pergola and looked at it, and suddenly couldn't help but scold:

"Straight lady thief, these fans are really not fucking good people!"

The formation of the Tibetan army slowly separated, and from behind the formation, the black, tattered and unkempt Han people were strung with ropes and rushed up from the rear of the formation. The heart of the soldier tightened suddenly, and his hands unconsciously clenched his weapon.

Damn the Tibetan people, what are you doing with these ordinary people?

The soldiers could naturally think of the reason in their hearts, but they didn't want to think about the bad side in their hearts. Gradually, the cries approached, and the bound Han Chinese were taken to the prison, as many as a thousand people, mostly old people and women, and some wounded men.

"The Tibetan people are noble, strong, and old, so the people who brought them are all old people and women."

Closing it, Zhang Yitan clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and explained softly. But no one seemed to listen to his explanation, and everyone's eyes were spewing fire and staring at the shut-off.

"Closed, see? These are the Langsheng (slaves) who followed your rebellion. If you don't surrender again, let me see what happens to you against the Great Tibet! ”

"Shang Tazang, threaten us with the old woman, what kind of fucking hero are you! If you have the ability, you come out, Lao Tzu and you are one-on-one, don't cut your wild eggs, Lao Tzu is not surnamed Shi! ”

Closed, Shi Jingfeng jumped to his feet and scolded. Following Shi Jingfeng's scolding, there was already a cry when it was closed, intertwined with the crying under the close.

The Tibetans were very satisfied with this effect. Shang Tazang, who had just been scolded by Shi Jingfeng, also held a horsewhip and pointed at this time:

"This surnamed Shi is short-tempered, jumping and shouting, not afraid of disturbing the morale of the army at all, where is there a general. How could an old man lose at the hands of such a person? ”

The lieutenant continued:

"He relied on the Jade Gate to close the sky, where is his own ability. Besides, doesn't he have to lose at your hands in the end? ”

Shi Jingfeng stood on the gate and jumped and scolded. Finally calmed down. After calming down, Shi Jingfeng felt that the soldiers' eyes were all focused on him. Under the gate are the fathers and elders who are held like sheep, and then there are the Tubo soldiers who are eyeing each other, do you want to save them? Should it be saved?

Can it only be as the Tibetan army demands?

The voice of Tubo persuading people to surrender was weakened, and then he said in a loud voice:

"Give you half an hour to think about it, and after half an hour, if you don't surrender again, hum, I believe you want to get the result."

What could be the result? The Tibetan persuasion people waved their hands and made a slashing gesture. It seemed that he sensed Sensen's murderous aura, and the cry sounded again.

"What should I do?"

Shi Jingfeng asked Zhang Yichao beside him. Zhang Yichao blurted out:

"If we do, we won't be able to save them, if we do, most of our efforts in the first half of the year will be wasted, and these people will still die, and there will be more deaths."

Shi Jingfeng said angrily:

"When did Lao Tzu say that he was going to surrender, Lao Tzu asked if there was a way to not only defend the city, but also rescue them."

Zhang Yichao lowered his head and said:

"Nope."

At this moment, the sixteen-year-old boy felt powerless like never before.

Half an hour was coming quickly. Seeing that there was no indication in the city, the Tubo persuaded the people to surrender angrily:

"Hurry up and cry, let your general save you, hurry up!"

The crowd, which had been faintly crying, suddenly fell silent. The Tubo persuasion felt a dull face for a while, and pulled out a knife holder on the neck of an old man and said:

"Cry, shout, shout for the people who shut it up to save you."

He was greeted by silent mockery. The old man, who had been bent over, straightened up instead.

The sword flashed, and the old man fell on his back.

"Pick ten people out and kill them. If not, kill ten more! ”

The Tibetan persuasion of the people is already almost crazy.