He briefly wrote four words on the paper, heavily inked, "Either you will lose!"

Liu Yu was silent, he stared at the paper for a moment before asking, "Can you not kill people?"

Xiao wrote: "No, otherwise more people will die." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Liu Yu reached out and pressed the paper under his pen, "Okay, I'll think about it again." ”

He was about to crumple the paper into a ball, but his heart moved, "Xiao Gongzi, you helped me this time." How can I repay you? Except that I can't help you out of this situation right now, I'll find a way to help you with other things. The premise is that you can't hurt anyone!"

Xiao Heda's eyes flashed, and he was slightly flushed, and he wrote a sentence, "I have time to see my mother!"

It turned out that he was not his father's son-in-law, but was born to a concubine who was a slave. His father, after his mother's death, forgot about it, and even after the birth of his son, he seldom asked about it, and often could not remember him.

Because of his mother's humble status, even he suffered a lot of white eyes in the clan. Since he was a child, except for his mother's care, he has not enjoyed a trace of warmth from anyone else.

He was frail from an early age, and his limbs were as thin as the branches of a poplar tree. His four half-brothers, all as tall and strong as camels, often laughed at him as a weak dog on the steppe.

He wanted to rely on his nimble head to study hard, so as to take the opportunity to get close to his elegant father, and he achieved good results at first. But since he picked out the tragic incident of the three clans at the foot of Yin Mountain a few years ago, his father regarded him as the evil star of the family and gave him a cold eye.

When my father met someone, he said: "Pity my Xiao family, I have to be buried in the hands of this son!"

He felt aggrieved in his heart, he was not a son-in-law, and his status could not be compared with other brothers, and the future of the Xiao family was not up to him, why did his father forcibly put this bad reputation on his head? He could use his eloquence to convince everyone, but he did not dare to show it in front of his majestic father.

The people of the steppe often tied the foal to a sturdy stake when it was young. At first, the foal struggles desperately until it breaks its nose and is unable to get rid of it, and gradually stops resisting. Later, when the foal grows into a tall and majestic horse, even if people quietly replace the stake with a stick, the foal will no longer struggle, because its faith has disappeared.

In Xiao Heda's heart, his father's indifference has long become the stake that binds him. Faced with this stake, he trembled with fear, and did not even think about struggling.

At this time, Yelu Shilu sent someone to ask his father for Mrs. Xiao's son Abaoji, and at the same time Xingshi asked for the guilt. After his father kowtowed to the point that his head was bleeding, he handed him over as a hostage by the way. Xiao Heda obediently followed the deaf and mute people sent by Yelu Shilu, and did not even say a word of defense.

When he left, he only asked to see his poor and humble mother.

He worries about the fate of his trip, but he worries even more about his cowardly mother being bullied. In the past, with his own mouth, he could often win others to take care of his mother. But as soon as he left, his mother lost her last support. I don't know what will happen to this poor and unassertive woman?

Was she abused by her master because of her son's youthful frivolity, and was bullied by other wives and concubines? Did they deliberately make her do some heavy hard work, or not send Langzhong to treat her when she was seriously ill, or let her have no food to fill her stomach when she was hungry?

Xiao Da didn't dare to think about it, every time he couldn't help but think about it, he had to be bitter about his powerlessness. The tip of his pen was still trembling on the paper, but Liu Yu pulled out the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the ditch on the side.

"Xiao Gongzi, I have written down everything about you, and I will live up to my trust!"

Xiao Heda nodded, his eyes shining with tears.

Liu Yu looked at him and was moved in his heart, but he did not forget the losses he had suffered from Mrs. Xiao in the past. At this critical moment, the betrayals he had suffered in the past reminded him. This Xiao Heda is also surnamed Xiao, will the two of them have similar temperaments?

He asked Xiao Heda with some anxiety: "Xiao Gongzi, we don't talk darkly, there are no hidden tricks in these strategies you taught me, right?"

Xiao Heda's face turned pale after hearing this, and he changed several times in succession, and then his eyes widened and he shook his head again and again.

Liu Yu sighed, still unsure in his heart, "I hope so!"

......

At this moment, he looked at the Tubo people who fled in front of his army, and he still had the sentence "I hope so" in his heart, hoping that Xiao Heda did not calculate himself. But after all, he was a fox-like person, and he couldn't let go of his heart.

The fleeing Tibetans should have made an appointment, but suddenly they all extinguished the torches, so that the soldiers lost the target of tracking. The soldiers chased after them with torches, but the night was very heavy, and they could no longer find the figures of those Tubo people. At the same time, they found themselves in a steep and secluded canyon, with mountains on both sides of the canyon like ink, and stone walls like knives and axes, as high as a thousand feet.

Some quick-tempered people were so angry that they were shouting at their father and scolding their mother, but they hated not catching those cunning Tubo people. A sense of fear had risen in the hearts of some of the old and heavy-handed people, and they knew that this was an excellent ambush place, and if the Tibetans rushed out at this time, the entire right army would die without a place to bury.

They all looked at their own commanders, and saw that Liu Yu's face was very calm.

Of course, Liu Yu was calm, because all this was planned by him a long time ago. He was about to send troops from the gorge here to attack the rear of the Tibetans.

Soon after the procession departed, he had quietly sent a trusted retinue to inform the disciples of the Jimod and Darul sects, asking them to pretend to be soldiers of the Tibetans. These Darul disciples were mainly Tibetans, and it was natural for them to do this.

And the charred corpses of the Khitan herdsmen who were mutilated by the Tubo people that Liu Yu met earlier were just a coincidence, but they also made him have a plan. While cremating the poor herdsmen, he poured the herbs into the fire. The rich medicinal fragrance provided precise guidance to Gimod and his disciples in the night. Soon after the cremation was over, Gimod arrived with his people and staged the previous scene.

All of this is Xiao Heda's strategy, but Liu Yu is already trying to kill as few people as possible. In the case of any other general who was loyal to Jerusher, there would have been more deaths. He was immersed in an inexplicable emotion, after all, he had never succeeded in such a strange way, and it was contrary to his honest nature.