Songtsen Gampo, who was far away in the sheep, knew nothing about what was happening in the Logos.

He used the strategy offered by Noamo, far away in the city of Luo, the wise and unparalleled great minister Lu Dongzan prepared a strategy: use some old horses to run under the royal city of Yangtong with a cart full of haystacks, and only a few people need to shout and besiege the city, so that the Yangtong army can shoot a large number of arrows, and when the arrows are shot down, the soldiers hide under the modified solid carriage and are unscathed, so that on the third day, the troops in the city will come out, and then use the elite to attack the city.

He used this strategy, everything was as Lu Dongzan expected, and on the third day, Yang Tongshou sent Gurtai with his cronies to bring a thousand soldiers out of the city to meet the enemy, but Songtsen Gampo and all his men and horses swarmed up, and they were defeated.

Because there was an explanation before the siege, except for those who could talk to the sheep shouting to confuse each other and their sight, the other Tibetan soldiers just killed the enemy with their heads.

The hats of the Tibetan generals are embroidered with silver threads, and the pattern can flicker in the dark night, even a little light, just by virtue of this difference, they can quickly distinguish whether the other party is friend or foe in the dark night, and they can kill the opponent directly, while the sheep and the other side fall into the darkness, but it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe......

The 1,000 soldiers who went out of the city to meet the sheep were swept away by the Tibetan army like chopping melons and vegetables.

When Gurding realized that something was wrong, he hurriedly asked people to close the city gate, but he saw that arrows and feathers shot into the city like locusts under the city.

At this time, the east has revealed the white of the fish's belly, and it is dawn.

Countless arrows flew towards the castle tower.

Before the soldiers guarding the city could see clearly when the people in the city began to draw their bows and arrows, they saw a forest of arrows like grasshoppers flying over.

Those arrows are fast, ruthless, and accurate, with the sharp spirit of breaking through the wind and waves, and the majesty of thunder, driving straight in.

The soldiers of the sheep fell down in rows, and even before the back had time to fill the position, they pressed on the fallen soldiers in front.

Standing on the tower of the city gate to personally supervise the army, Gurtai dropped countless arrow feathers, and just when the people on his side gradually controlled the situation, he only felt a flash in front of him, and a black arrow feather was coming, like a bamboo.

The arrow was longer than the previous ones, as long as a man stretched out his arms.

Gurtai had never seen such a powerful feathered arrow, and before it came close, it was as if he had seen it pass through his chest and nail him to the tower.

Because of this feeling, Gurtai flashed to the side, and the arrow landed on his left shoulder, because the force of the arrow was so great, it staggered back several steps with him, until it was blocked by the battlement wall of the castle tower on the other side, and then stopped.

Seeing the blood falling from his shoulders, Gurtai couldn't help but be horrified.

Who has the strength to shoot an arrow from under the city with such precision?

Could it be that the god-like Zampu of Tubo personally led the army to attack the city?

However, without thinking about it, the second arrow came again.

Gurtai slammed to the ground, his face almost touching the ground, and the arrow on his left shoulder pushed forward a few more minutes, causing him to gasp in pain.

He knew very well that if it weren't for his instinctive reaction, he would have died instead of hurting at this time.

It was because he leaned down so low that the second arrow flew through the air, and Rao was like that, the unstoppable arrow qi still hurt his back as if it had been licked by flames.

Under the city, the archers of Songtsen Gampo were divided into three groups to prepare, each group had hundreds of people, one round failed, the other immediately moved forward, and the fingers followed the footsteps at the same time, and hundreds of long arrows were shot at the city gate.

The arrows are specially made arrows, and the archers change round by round, leaving no gaps, and not giving the sheep a chance to breathe.

Just as Gurtai was secretly glad that he had dodged two soul-chasing iron arrows, he suddenly heard a "buzz" sound, as if all sides were stagnant, and several arrow feathers shot towards him as if they were lined up.

Those arrows were front and back, left and right, and were obviously designed to deal with a highly skilled general like Gurtai.

Gurtai managed to dodge the arrows, only to find that there was a long arrow behind him, and he couldn't even raise the sword in his hand, and he didn't have time to dodge again.

Just watched as the long arrow shot towards him with lightning speed, shooting into his seal hall.

Gurtai fell on his back.

At the same time as he fell, the city gate tower was shattered by the iron arrows that were fired continuously, and a gap was cracked.

When there were fewer and fewer soldiers guarding the city with the sheep, under the cover of the arrows and feathers of their teammates, the Tubo soldiers who ran to the city wall took out their iron claws, threw them on the city wall, and climbed up one by one......

Three days later, the city of Qionglong Yinbao was broken, and Li Mixia and his ministers were taken prisoner of Songtsen Gampo, and by the time the sheep and army on the periphery rushed back to rescue him, Li Mixia had already become a vassal of Tubo.

Occupying geographical advantages, coupled with Li Mixia as a hostage, Songtsen Gampo's army soon incorporated Yangtong's army, Li Mixia was placed under house arrest as a prisoner on the shore of Mapanyong Tso Lake, but I don't know if he will think of Saimaga who used to live there when he looks at the clear water and blue sky and snow-capped mountains.

Songtsen Gampo promulgated relevant decrees in Yangtong to stabilize the people's hearts and recuperate with the people, leaving his cronies and ministers to garrison, leaving Yangtong with courtiers who were more loyal to Li Mixia all over the place, and the key positions were all Tubo people or Saimaga subdued henchmen.

In the middle of summer in July, he returned to the court, and everywhere he passed was the Tibetan people who offered Hada, and all the people competed to see the demeanor of the king of the snowy region. Suddenly, Songtsen Gampo's reputation in Tibet reached its peak.

However, among the people who returned to the inner palace and came to greet him, there was no face he wanted to see the most.

Although he had heard in the letter before that Li Yuntong had lost the fetus in his womb because of his fright and the cold of winter, and was diagnosed by the imperial doctor that he would never be able to conceive a child again, Songtsen Gampo was also extremely heartbroken, but for him, the joy of the victory of taking the sheep as a subject country had diluted the heartache a lot......

He thought that in the past few months, Li Yuntong should have slowly recovered from his grief, but he didn't expect that she would close the door to him.

Obviously, Li Yuntong was angry with him because of the pain of losing his son.

Although it was the height of summer, Dongyue Palace was not as green as in previous years, not only could you not see those flowers and plants that should be full of vitality in the garden, but even those big trees that had grown for many years were listless, and they looked lifeless everywhere.

The female official who greeted Songtsen Gampo in front of the palace gate looked at his expression cautiously and said softly: "Since Zanmeng lost that child, he has not said anything in the past few months, and the slaves and maids are not allowed to plant flowers and grass, saying that it is an eyesore. The people in this palace not only did not dare to speak loudly, but they also did not laugh and talk on weekdays, for fear of provoking Zanmon's displeasure. It's hard for Zanmeng to fall asleep these days, and he often wakes up crying at night, and this time it's easy to fall asleep, and the slaves and maids don't dare to call, so they didn't go to welcome you back to the palace......"

Listening to the words of the female official, standing outside the dormitory of the Dongyue Palace, Songtsen Gampo couldn't help but clench his hands into fists, and he suddenly felt a sense of tension that he couldn't face.

This kind of tension is something he has never had in the face of Yangtong's thousands of troops.

Taking a deep breath, Songtsen Gampo stepped in.

The room was quiet, and Qiu Feng and the others, who were waiting, saw him come in and saluted silently.

Songtsen Gampo's eyes looked at Qiu Feng, and Qiu Feng silently said to him, "Zanmeng is sleeping." ”

Although he heard that Qiu Feng's words meant that Li Yuntong was sleeping and asked him not to disturb him, Songtsen Gampo still quickened his pace and walked to the side of the half-hanging bed.

When the palace maid who was shaking the fan saw him coming, she hurriedly retreated and saluted.

Seeing that the people of Dongyue Palace were all holding their breath in their every move, and they didn't even make a sound to salute him, Songtsen Gampo couldn't help but be shocked.

The waiter was so careful, obviously afraid of disturbing Wen Cheng, he didn't know that her sleep had been so bad!

In the tent, although Li Yuntong was asleep, he was obviously not stable, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was in his sleep, and it was very unpleasant.

Songtsen Gampo looked at her intently.

The long eyelashes cast a small shadow on Li Yuntong's face, and the black hair and black eyelashes made her face more and more pale, and even the ruddy lips in the past faded to light pink, and she was much thinner than when he left.

Songtsen Gampo couldn't help but touch Li Yuntong's hand, obviously she was alive, but her hand was cold, it was still the weather of midsummer, and her body was so poor...... Regret and guilt swept over, and Songtsen Gampo breathed several times like a fish starved of water, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

He closed his eyes and forced back the tears that were about to fall.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Li Yuntong had woken up, looking at the top of the tent with blank eyes, his eyes without any focus, like a stone man, without joy or sorrow.

Songtsen Gampo's hand was clenched into a fist again, and it took a while to slowly let go, he looked at Li Yuntong and called in the softest voice: "Wencheng...... I'm back......"

In just a few words, Songtsen Gampo seemed to have exhausted his strength, more than the three arrows he shot at Gurtai.

In vain, he was complacent, thinking that he could gallop across the world and control everything in the world, but in the end, he couldn't even protect the person he wanted to protect the most, he fought bloodily in front, and the brother he thought he could trust stabbed him in the back......

The unborn child was to him, but one of several children, and she was the only one.

How can he compensate her so that she can get out of her pain? How could he comfort her so that she could be rejuvenated?

Eager to attack his heart, Songtsen Gampo didn't care about the blood flowing from the corners of his lips, sat up with Li Yuntong half in his arms, and called softly again: "Wencheng, Wencheng, it's me, I'm back." ”