Rhondarma sat in front of a rock, the bluestone was very cold, and he held a porcelain cup in his left hand, sipping the clear wine syrup one by one. The Tibetan warriors in heavy armor were busy dressing around Zampu, and the remaining four or five thousand Tibetan warriors were in formation under the command of the generals, waiting for further movements from the Yu army on the opposite side.

"Zamp. Li Sizhong and Tuoba Hongye, the leaders of the Party Department, did not follow Shang Weire and Shang Dongzan, so they were also blocked here, and they looked at the Tubo Zanpu who was drinking bitterly, and they were really anxious.

There was no more movement after the Yu army in front of them lined up, but the smell of mountain rain could not hide the two chiefs who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

The party and elite horsemen who followed the Tibetan expedition this time were all their relatives and nephews, and if something happened to these people, the rule of their respective families in the tribe would be over.

"Come, drink of this cup. Langdarma poured two more cups of porcelain cups on the tray next to him, and then held them up with both hands and handed them to Li Sizhong and Tuoba Hongye respectively.

Li Sizhong and Tuoba Hongye, who were full of worries, took the wine glass, and the mellow aroma of wine wafted into their hearts along their nostrils, this is indeed a first-class good wine, but no one has the idea of drinking it at this moment.

There has been no news that Shang Dongzan and the monk are afraid of heat, but I heard that they fought with Yu Jun, but no one knows to what extent they fought.

Although the Yu army on his side is quiet, it is not a matter of being so poor.

What's more, these two have also heard some bad rumors.

It is said that Shang Dongzan and the monk betrayed Zampu because of the fear of heat, and reached an agreement with Yu Ren, leaving Langdama and running away by himself.

God is pitiful, our party members are just here to help the Tubo people this time, it makes no sense for them to run away, we were blocked by the Yu people.

Looking at the wine in their hands, Li Sizhong and Tuoba Hongye did not have the slightest interest in drinking it, and no matter how good the wine was, it looked very bitter at the moment.

"Zampu, what should we do?" Li Sizhong couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart and asked.

Rhondarma didn't answer him, but poured the clear syrup into his mouth and took another sip.

Tuoba Hongye poured the wine syrup into his mouth, he had already seen that the current Tubo Zampu was already in chaos, and he couldn't ask him anything here.

"I heard that you party members are all descendants of Xianbei people. Langdama took a sip of wine and said: "From the conquest of the Xiongnu in the Donghu era to the rise of the Tanshihuai era, after which the Duanbu, Murong and Tuoba have all been Xuanhe for a while, and have accumulated a lot of setbacks. ”

The two party leaders didn't say much, and there was no need for the Tubo people to remind them how great the ancestors were back then. The once prominent Xianbei people have been sunset, and only the Dangxiang and Tuyuhun people remain, among which the Tuyuhun tribe was annexed and conquered by the Tubo people, and the remaining Dangxiang people can only be a thug and a follower.

"When Mao Dun destroyed the Donghu, he couldn't imagine that the Donghu people would be able to rise in the future, right? The descendants of the Huns were driven by the descendants of the Donghu. Rhondarma drank another glass of wine.

"My brother Trisong Dezan, he once saw the majestic palace in Bai Yujing, entrenched for fifteen days. Rhondarma gestured. "Who knew that today, the head of Tubo Zampu would also be cut off by the Yu people. Fate, why are you always so obedient?"

Li Sizhong's face was pale, and the drunken man in front of him was not the Tubo Zampu he wanted.

"Zampu ......"

"Shang Dongzan monk Fear of Heat has betrayed me, betrayed the descendants of the gods. Rhondarma coughed violently, apparently choking on the liquor. "They sold their master for a good price. The emperor of the state of Yu rewarded them with the supreme power of Tibet, hehe, at the price of slavery. ”

Tubo Zampu's face was red as blood, and he stretched out his arms to the sky, as if to make an accusation against his ancestors, the gods.

"Those Bon masters have slipped away, what Snow Mountain Buddha is free, what Salt Lake Wisdom Buddha, those living Buddhas, they have all slipped away. Tubo Zampu poured himself another glass: "What ancestral beliefs, Tubo traditions, are all nonsense." These are just wild dogs that have taken the flesh and blood of the people. When they saw meat, they rushed to eat it, and when they were beaten with sticks, they ran desperately. I'm struggling to restore Bon, what can they do to me?"

Did even the masters of the Yongzhong Bon sect slip away? These wild dogs are really better than they imagined.

Tuoba Hongye looked at Tubo Zampu, the Tubo monarch who was more than ten years younger than himself, and was in his thirties, it was the best time in his life, but now everything may come to an abrupt end.

"Zampu, you can't drink any more. Li Sizhong stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "At the moment of the great enemy, you can't get drunk." The west is also going to be arrayed, if the Emperor of Yu suddenly kills him, what should we do?"

"Let Li Xu kill it. Tubo Zampu had already poured out the liquor from the bottle, and he motioned for the guards to bring more wine. "We are dying here with a bang. Come, all of you drink, all of you come and drink. ”

Rhondarma was still there, as if he was going to put on a banquet. The Tibetans in the army began to sing a desolate ballad. Tuoba Hongye Association does not speak much in Tibet, and can only hear that this is probably a song about the mountains and rivers of his hometown and the love of his mother.

The two leaders of the party department retreated, leaving the space for Zampu and his cronies, Tuoba Hongye raised his head and looked to the south, the south bank of Weishui did not know when there would be another army, these people were disorganized, the formation was not in order, and there were no armor soldiers, and they looked chaotic.

Tuoba Hongye suddenly blessed his soul, he understood that these horses in front of him were probably the mysterious Yu army that they were here before and maybe they were drilling into the mountains when they had nothing to do, and now it seems that this is probably a rabble composed of people from the martial arts of the Yu Kingdom.

"How many mistakes have we made in the past?" Li Sizhong stood behind Tuoba Hongye, his eyes glazed as he looked at the team of martial arts people on the opposite side.

"There's only one mistake, it's too weak. Tuoba Hongye turned around and looked sideways at this fellow clan who had been led by him as an old enemy, and at this moment he turned out to be the person who could best understand his state of mind.

The efforts of generations of family members are likely to turn to dust today.

Tuoba Hongye himself is not a mediocre lord, nor is he a cowardly person, on the contrary, if you talk about the standards on the grassland, whether it is Li Sizhong or Tuoba Hongye, they are quite good chiefs.

But today, no matter what, it will return to dust.

The west wind brought with it the desolate sound of the trumpet, and although the sound was faint like the rising sun lurking below the horizon, it was as if it were about to erupt from the morning sun.

Tuoba Hongye looked west, along the north bank of Weishui, a red flag had appeared on the horizon.

The banner of the Yu army was hunting in the west wind, and Pei Du was dressed in military uniform, holding a sword in his right hand, standing on a chariot and looking west.

Beside him, except for a few officials in blue robes, a scholar in a white robe, he was tied a yellowed green scarf at random, his appearance was handsome, and his eyes were as bright as eagles.

Du Zhubei looked at Pei Du's sword, and the big master of Lianyunzhai learned from the past and the present, and naturally saw that this ancient sword named "Yaoyuan" was the sword of Pei Xingjian, the "Sword Saint" back then. Secretly laughing in his heart, Pei Du is really still a person who can't bear loneliness, and he really brought out this sword worn by his ancestors.

It's just that today's Pei Zhongli can make this Shenfeng drink the blood of thieves again like Pei Xingjian back then?

Pei Du barely maintained his spirits, and when he was marching today, the big boss of Lianyunzhai personally visited Pei Xiang, and brought Chen Chaoen's handwritten letter with him.

Although he knew that this son was a reinforcement invited by the imperial court, Pei Du still didn't look down on Du Zhubei.

Because in Pei Xiang's heart, this son is the real tiger and wolf.

What's wrong with being a small official, being a little wronged? Everyone has been out as an official for so long, who hasn't been wronged? It's like Pei himself. I heard that the emperor was poisoned, so I had to go to find King Guang to succeed him, didn't Pei know that this was asking for trouble for himself?

The emperor was poisoned, someone must inherit the mountains and rivers, and a child like the King of Shu will naturally not succeed. For the sake of Dayu Jiangshan, Pei asked King Chuguang to succeed to the throne, and he had a clear conscience in both public and private.

Who would have expected to meet the emperor playing immortal jumping.

Did Pei say anything?

No, I still work hard to manage the business, the Tubo people called, and Pei still wants to go into battle with a helmet and armor of his age.

This is called the conduct of a courtier.

Born in Jingzhao Du, he can be regarded as a hairpin for generations, and is deeply nurtured by the kindness of the imperial court.

It's just that he lost his official position, locked him up and beat him with a few sticks, and suffered a little grievance, so he ran to the mountains to pull a pole to fight against the court and the emperor.

There is not the slightest sense of gratitude.

Pei Du really doesn't look down on this Du stop cup, the so-called monarch and minister, father and son. This court is the same as the family, the emperor is the grandfather, and Han Gang is not the eldest uncle but also the second uncle. Du Zhubei is such a small minister, barely a grandchild. This grandson was cleaned up by the uncle, and he dared to stab him? Fourth Uncle Pei naturally felt that he didn't understand seniority.

"This desolate horn sound should be the emperor who defeated the Tubo people and leaned over. Du Zhubei turned his head to look at Pei Du: "The east and west are sandwiched, and the chance of winning is ninety percent." Pei Xiang should order the whole army to blow the horn to deter the enemy. ”

Hmph, you commanded me.

Pei Du suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and ordered the generals around him: "Blow the horn to congratulate Your Majesty." It was spread to the whole army, and it was said that His Majesty had defeated Shang Dongzan and came to join forces with us to break the Hu, so that they could work hard, and the Holy Son of Heaven would see every move. ”

"The last will be ordered. Excitedly, Yu Junbi retreated with his fists clenched.

After a while, the whimpering horn and the cheers of Yu Jun rang out.