When the place is bigger, the people are smaller, and when the sky is high, the birds are smaller.

The size of the Western Regions makes those artificially created grand hegemony look like a joke.

The death of 30,000 Tibetans in the Western Regions is nothing, and their corpses cannot even be kept in the wilderness for a month.

First the vultures, then the wolves, and finally, the corpses became a feast for the original inhabitants of the steppe Gobi desert.

Dunzhu rode on a white yak, wearing a thick silver fox fur coat, wearing a fat silver fox fur hat, two eyes as black as ink, and the horsewhip in his hand was whipped on a skeleton with only a few tendons connected to the body, and the skeleton fell from the neck in response and rolled twice on the ground.

Then he looked around, and as far as the eye could see, there were corpses of muscles and muscles that had been eaten and mutilated by wild beasts.

A beautiful woman suddenly appeared in such an environment, and Dunzhu did not feel half a point of discomfort, on the contrary, she liked the achievements she had caused very much.

The arrogant Qinling crossed the Kunlun Mountain Passage, and Helan Minzhi's old father-in-law, Na Helun, was the second wave of people who were responsible for transporting grain and grass through the Kunlun Passage.

Naheron was old and frail, and he didn't believe that there was a shortcut in Kunlun Mountain that could go directly to Khotan, and after his palm knew that Dunzhu was violently pinched, he asked his cheap son-in-law Helan Minzhi to lead people to follow him through the Kunlun Mountain Passage, for the help of the Qinling.

When the storm broke out, they happened to be on the Kunlun Mountain tunnel, and in danger, Helan Minzhi found a cave, which avoided this catastrophe.

No Tibetan warrior could look at Helan Toshiyuki, and the Tibetan warrior did not like to obey the Tang people's commands.

So, the real leader of this army is Dundup.

It's just that after Helan Minzhi took everyone to avoid the blizzard, he saved this 10,000 army with his own strength, and in addition, Helan Minzhi suffered in the army first and enjoyed it last, and at present, these 10,000 Tubo warriors have regarded him as their own.

However, if you want to become the leader of these people, the general, you also have to look at his performance on the battlefield.

When he put on a Tibetan robe, braided his hair into braids, and decorated with emerald agate and golden beeswax, he was a standard Tibetan young nobleman.

Dunzhu stood on the back of the white yak, opened his arms and fell straight from the back of the yak, Helan Minzhi, who was originally a foot away from Dunzhu, for some reason, magically appeared on the side of the white yak, and hugged Dunzhu.

Dunzhu fell into Helan Minzhi's arms, laughing, and then opened his mouth to bite Helan Minzhi's lip, letting out a roar similar to the estrus of a mother beast.

When Dunzhu let go of his teeth, Helan Minzhi's lips were already covered with blood, and the same Dunzhu's lips were also covered with blood.

Dunzhu opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace the brilliant sunshine in front of him, ignoring the blood dripping from his lips, and shouted at Helan Minzhi: "Helan, you are a real eagle, I want to eat you." ”

Helan Minzhi smiled and said, "If I accidentally die in battle, remember to get my body back, don't waste it." ”

Dunzhu stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips, and hugged Helan Min Dao again: "You saved all of us this time. ”

Helan Minzhi did not answer Dunzhu's words, but looked at the Anxi army scouts cruising on the horizon and said to Dunzhu: "We are leaving, 10,000 people are not Pei Xingjian's opponents." ”

Dunzhu jumped on a war horse, tied the reins of the white yak to the saddle, pointed to the corpse that fell to the ground, and said loudly: "On Qinling fleeing without a fight, he is a coward, let's chase him and tie him with a fox's tail." ”

Although the white yak was not running fast, it was dragged by the war horse, stretching its neck out of the elder, and the four cow hooves trampled frantically on the Gobi, trying to keep up with the speed of the war horse.

Helan Minzhi jumped on the war horse with agility and made a long whistle, and the Tubo warriors who were originally scattered everywhere got on their horses one after another, and galloped in the direction of Xiao Bolu with their most noble princess Dunzhu.

On Qinling, it is in that direction that he ran.

The endurance of the Tubo people is very good, and the endurance of their war horses is also very good.

The war horse was spitting heavily, covered in sweat, its thick limbs trembling slightly, and its angular muscles twitching slightly.

The condition of the white yak was very bad, the war horse stopped, the cow fell to the ground, at the beginning, the corner of the yak's mouth flowed a stream of dark red blood, and then there were large strands of blood spurting out of the white yak's pink mouth, a moment of effort, this precious white yak was silent.

Instead of feeling sorry, Dunzhu jumped off the horse, cut open the hot body of the white yak with a fork with his hand, and cut off a piece of bloody and steaming beef and threw it into his mouth.

The Tibetan warriors who arrived one after another also did the same, and in a few moments, they divided a cow, leaving only the internal organs and bone skin.

"Why don't you eat it?"

Dunzhu pointed at Helan Minzhi with a bloody fork and asked.

"I prefer to eat cooked food."

"You are a Tibetan, not a Tang."

"I'm a Tang man, and I'm your husband."

"No, you came to Tubo, and you are a Tubo person."

"I am a Tang person, and I am still a Tang person after coming to Tibet!"

"When will you admit that you are a Tibetan?"

"When I became the king of the Tibetan people of the Zhangzhung tribe, I became a Tibetan person."

Dunzhu threw himself into Helan Minzhi's arms with the smell of sweat, looked up at him and said, "I will turn you into a Tubo." ”

Helan Minzhi smiled: "Unless you give me Tubo." ”

Dunzhu smiled: "Then it's up to you to get it yourself, what I can help you is to give you these 10,000 people." ”

Helan Minzhi pinched Dunzhu's swarthy little face and said, "It's enough." ”

Dunzhu came out of Helan Minzhi's arms, looked at the white yak that was eaten and only had the skeleton left, and said, "This is the last bit of food we have." ”

Helan Minzhi said with a smile: "The blizzard took away our grain, cattle and sheep, but it left us dead.

Dondup, we have 10,000 warriors, so we don't have to worry about running out of food, and from here to the west, it is said that it is the boundary of the Little Bolu Territory, and as long as there are people, we will not lack food. ”

Dunzhu said a little anxiously: "The warriors need food to be as strong as the goshawks, as soon as possible." ”

Helan Minzhi said with a smile: "Gather the people who ate beef just now, and I will take them to take the first step to find food." ”

After that, Helan Minzhi jumped on the war horse, stood on the horse's back and said in a loud voice: "A hundred miles further on, there are villages, markets, and cities, brave warriors, do you want to go with me to get the food, grain, grass, and wealth we need?" ”

At this time, Helan Minzhi's Tubo dialect was already very proficient, and as soon as the words fell, a group of Tubo people surrounded him, crying and howling, claiming that they were willing to follow Helan Minzhi to find food.

Helan Minzhi fed his war horses with the last bit of food on his body, and the hungry Tubo cavalry also took out the last bit of food and fed the war horses.

After the sweat on the war horse dried, Helan Minzhi slapped Dunzhu's plump buttocks, jumped on the war horse, and continued to rush west with a group of men and horses.

Dunzhu looked at Helan Minzhi's sturdy figure in fascination, in her eyes, only such a fearless warrior could be her husband.

Naha laboriously pulled a branch out of the thin ice, and together with Dolma, cut it off and tied it up with a wool rope.

This is the job of their master and servant today - gathering firewood.

The snow on the shady side has not yet melted, and the sunny side is already a little hot, and this hot feeling does not come from the skin, but from the body.

Because of the very strong radiation, the feeling of anxiety in the cold is very bad for people's health.

Many people from Chang'an have fallen ill, partly because of the air plague, and partly because of this damn plateau climate.

At night, the feeling of anxiety disappears, but the cold kills everyone.

At this time, you can distinguish those who are from the Tang Dynasty and those who are from the Western Regions.

Those who can work are all from the Western Regions, and those who can't work and start to wheezing violently after walking a few steps are Tang people.

Yun Chu originally thought that these people had trekked here from Chang'an, and their bodies had adapted to the climate here, but he didn't expect that a crashing snowstorm made many people from Chang'an completely expose their bodies and the nature of the plateau.

On the way, he met Selema, who was going to pick up cow dung, and Selema snorted heavily at her daughter, and took her prime minister, Avanti, to the Cypriot tribe with a basket full of cow dung on his back.

Dolma's eyes lit up as he looked at the cow dung in Selema's back basket and said to Naha; "Why don't we pick up cow dung?"

Naha said, "Clean people never pick up cow dung. ”

Zhuoma said strangely: "Does picking up cow dung have anything to do with being clean?" Don't you like to drink milk tea boiled with cow dung? ”

Naha said: "I like milk tea that is boiled on a wood fire. ”

"Milk tea boiled by cow dung fire is more fragrant."

"Shut up, we just need firewood."

So he dragged up a large branch from the river.

By the time the two of them returned to the town with a large bundle of twigs on their backs, Naha was greeted by a crowd.

So, Naha gave the firewood she and Dolma picked up to a very old woman from the Western Regions, and dragged her tired body back to the Buddhist temple.

Back in her warm room, Naha threw herself on her warm, scented bed, and screamed.

This is the third bundle of firewood she's picked up today.

Outside the window, an angry Selema is filling the hole in Naha's room with her hard-dried cow dung, and the cow dung cake burns very slowly after being lit, and only two baskets of cow dung cake are needed to keep Naha's house warm for a day and a night.

Dolma couldn't understand Naha's strange behavior, and gave the firewood she picked up to others, but she was using the cow dung cake that her mother had worked so hard to get.

She asked, and Naha told her that the king's firewood was kindled in the hearts of others to warm their hearts.

It is the shepherd's cow dung cake that warms the bed.