Guangcheng raised his head in astonishment. Only then did he realize that at the wedding venue outside Guangcheng Castle, about twenty strangers had barged in.
Several brothers of the same race who were arranged to go out to guard were not only captured, but also gagged and placed on the back of the horse.
These people were all wearing black leather armor. Guangcheng could tell that this was the best cowhide armor, with iron sheets and hard boards added to key parts.
This is relatively light and has good protection. What he is holding in his hand is a long spear that is most conducive to horse fighting. It is very similar to the horse spears used by his ancestors that are treasured in his family.
Chitian, who was also shocked, was even more nervous, and beads of sweat were falling from his head.
The horses and equipment of these people were so good that Chi Tian suddenly realized that if he dared to draw his sword or run away, the man wearing fine leather armor, with a spear barrel slung across his back, and two fine iron shorts in his hand
The strong man with the spear will definitely throw the spear on his back at him in a few breaths.
Chi Tian secretly calculated that he could not avoid all four of them no matter what, not to mention that there was another extremely majestic man on his left staring at him.
This strong man was taller than his horse, with short hair and beard, exposed arms, neck and hands full of scars, and copper bell-like eyes radiating murderous intent.
Chi Tian had no doubt that such a strong man could easily overturn his horse to the ground with his bare hands.
At the same time, not only Chitian, but also the young people from Guangchengbao who were gathered around him all realized something was wrong.
A dozen or so of them were squeezed into the middle by about 20 people from the opposite side, and their escape was cut off. None of them dared to move or shout, for fear that if they provoked the other side, they would suddenly take action.
But these were nothing. Guangcheng stared intently at the mighty-looking leader opposite, a very young general. The young general just spoke not Uighur, but Chinese, with the correct Chinese pronunciation of Chang'an Yayin.
"You can understand, you really can understand!" Zhang Zhao pointed at Guangcheng and shouted excitedly, "Whose son are you from? Do you dare to tell me your last name?"
I heard that there was a white-haired prince in Anxi who came from a famous family and was very loyal. He guarded Anxi for the imperial court for decades. Doesn't such a great hero and loyal minister have any courageous descendants? "
He is talking about my ancestors! He is talking about my ancestors!
Although Guangcheng often doubted the existence of the heroic and invincible ancestors described by his father's generation, he rarely felt proud of those dry descriptions.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt an unprecedented glory, like a drunken feeling, rushing from his belly to his head, and even two red clouds flew out of his face.
Just as Guangcheng wanted to admit loudly that he was the descendant of this hero, the young leader with gleaming eyes suddenly waved his hand to stop him.
"No! You don't need to admit it now, because the descendants of that old hero will not be able to protect their own women!"
Guangcheng was choked immediately, which made him feel uncomfortable all over. The unprecedented sense of humiliation suddenly replaced the newly rising sense of glory. This contrast made him roar almost uncomfortably.
"Look! Someone is coming. I think they are here to ask you to return to the fortress, but I suggest that we should go and snatch your woman back now.
After you have washed away the shame, how about we talk about your heroic ancestors?
Because he is not only your heroic ancestor, but also the hero of all of us, all Tanger!
Do you dare to go with us?"
Zhang Zhao's words were carefully considered. How much recognition do the Guo family still have of the Tang Dynasty identity?
Especially if they have been there for hundreds of years and were ambushed by the Uighurs pretending to be the imperial court, will they hate it out of love? Will they resent the imperial court for abandoning them?
These must be taken into consideration.
Therefore, Zhang Zhao decided to open a gap with young people first, and the only way to quickly close the relationship was for everyone to do a big thing together.
Guangcheng looked back at the anxious face of Chengtou's father, and then at Chi Tian, whose guilt had not completely faded away. He even thought of A Luoluo's flower-like smiling face and slightly bulging abdomen.
"Chitian, are you willing to lead the way for me? Are you willing to continue to be my brother?" Guangcheng asked.
"I...I do!" Chi Tian nodded heavily, "I know where Dad and Aluoluo are, I will take you there!"
"This gentleman, I will go with you!" The young man's impulsiveness and concern for face made Guangcheng quickly make a choice.
Heimao is the leader of the Black Wolf Tribe. He is called Heimao because he has a bunch of long black hair growing out of the corner of his mouth.
The so-called Black Wolf Tribe is not a serious tribe. Perhaps they should be called a group of thieves. They are a group of bastards between horse bandits and ordinary herdsmen.
However, two months ago, the Black Wolf tribe of Heimao turned out to be the existence that the surrounding tribes and herdsmen needed to look up to.
Because they believed in the Tianfang Religion, after Saktu regained Balasagun, although the old nobles of Balasagun refused to recommend Saktu as Alslen Khan, Saktu could still give Balasa
Shagun has already believed in some benefits from the tribe of Tianfang Religion.
It was at that time that Heimao was appointed as the head of a hundred households by Saktu, and received a batch of leather armors and iron swords from Shule. From then on, they became active.
However, after Saktu hurriedly withdrew from Balashagon a few months ago, the status of the Black Wolf Department began to decline sharply.
If he hadn't been so blessed that he didn't participate in the siege of Saktu, and if Balashagon was threatened by the Persians and the city didn't have time to clean him up, this small black wolf tribe would have long ceased to exist.
"Chief Hechi, I, Heimao, will never lie to anyone. Sir Burke from the Persian Saman Kingdom has sent someone to contact me.
Let me tell you this, the Persian army will soon enter Balasagun. Think about it, after the Great Khan of Bugla is gone, who is qualified to be the master of Balasagun?
It must be His Majesty the Emir, the Emperor of Samania!"
At the banquet, Heimao was still dragging Hu Chui, a herdsman leader whom he called Hechi.
In fact, no Burke from Persia had contacted him. A small character like him was not worth the attention of the Persians.
However, Heimao is very smart. After hearing about Balasagun's defeat in Julan City, he quickly thought that the Persians would come back here soon.
Then he used this news to make a big boast, which frightened the leaders of the small tribe around him. They quickly treated him as a big shot.
Moreover, Heimao also likes Hechi's daughter Aluoluo, and he doesn't care even if Aluoluo is already pregnant.
Except that people on the grassland don't care much about raising cubs for others, and A Luoluo is very beautiful.
Heimao's biggest idea was because Aluoluo was going to marry the son of the Nestorian prudent virtuous man of Heye City and the young master of Guangcheng Castle.
This is the most famous force around Helie City. If he can slap them in the face, wouldn't that prove his power even more! Only then will the surrounding herdsmen truly begin to surrender to him.
In addition, these Nestorian dignitaries are already preparing to retreat to the mountains, and there is a high probability that they will not come to him for this matter. It can be said that this is a coup with huge benefits and minimal risks.
"Aluoluo! Aluoluo! I'm coming to find you!"
Just as he was about to brag about himself, a high-pitched shout suddenly came from outside the tent, followed by a chaotic cry and the heavy sound of horse hooves on the ground.
He Chi, who was sitting on the black-haired head, froze. This voice was all too familiar to him. It was the voice of his once most proud son-in-law, Guang Qing, the prudent and virtuous son.
"You little wolf cub dares to find you here, you are really looking for death!" Heimao's face darkened. Although he was a little panicked, he still pretended to be extremely angry.
Don't be afraid, I brought fifty cavalry today, half of them have leather armor, and all of them have iron swords. It's not that easy to deal with.
"Oh my god! Where did this noble man come from? Hechi, we are going to be doomed!"
But as soon as he went out, an old man with disheveled hair rushed over. He was the second-in-command under Hechi.
At this time, everyone who came out of the tent looked up and realized what the old man meant by noble person.
Hechibu lived in a mountain col with a small river on the left. But at this time, except for the river, there were a large number of knights in other places.
They all wore black leather armor, and their horses were all tall and tall. Everyone could draw a bow and shoot an arrow while galloping.
The fifty cavalrymen brought by Heimao were like chicks meeting an eagle in front of them. They were quickly overtaken one by one and were either stabbed to death or shot to death. Their shrill screams spread throughout the col.
"Heimao! I join your ancestors!"
He Chi shook suddenly, and a young general on a white horse rushed out from the opposite side, holding a sharp spear in his hand, and rushed towards him, no, it should be towards Heimao.
Hechi tilted his head, where is Heimao?
Damn it!
While he was stunned, Heimao had quietly climbed onto the horse tied at the entrance of the tent and was about to run away.
‘Pfft!’ came the dull sound of an iron gun penetrating into flesh. The panicked Heimao didn’t even resist. He was stabbed to his core as soon as he climbed on the horse’s back.
Under Hechi's horrified eyes, the 'big man' who had just been bragging about meeting the Persian governor of Balasagon in the future at his banquet, fell to the ground like a dead dog.
"Don't kill me! Aluoluo is in the second tent."
He Chi knelt down directly in front of his son-in-law, who had always been kind to him and Yan Rui, and was a bit flattering.
Guangcheng snorted coldly and stabbed the black-haired corpse with his spear, then turned and walked towards the second tent. Chi Tian, who was running behind him, quickly helped his father up.
A pair of fateful mandarin ducks hugged each other and cried. The sour smell of love began to float everywhere. Of course, only Zhang Zhao could smell it.
For arrogant fools like Man Xiong, Dunzup, and Ma Shacai, they have no concept of love at all.
If you like a woman, you just want to sleep with her. If you like a woman particularly, you want to sleep with her very much. At worst, you can marry her back home after sleeping with her.
Oh! That’s not right. Someone else felt it. Ma Yaozi looked at Guangcheng and Aluoluo who were still crying with discomfort on his face. He suddenly remembered the little widow Mei Niang in Shouchang.
I don't know if the ten dollars I left for her will be enough for her to use until she goes back, if another man will take advantage of her, or if she will be bullied by anyone.
"This gentleman, from today on, you are my great benefactor in Guangcheng! Haven't you asked me your name?"
After hugging his head and crying for a minute or two, Guangcheng raised his head and bowed to Zhang Zhao.
"Hahahahaha!" Zhang Zhao laughed heartily when everyone looked confused.
Because this solemn ceremony and the words "I haven't asked for your name yet" mean that the Guo family has not forgotten their roots.
Otherwise, Guangcheng, who was born and raised in Anxi, would not know how to perform a solemn salute, nor would he be able to speak in such a formal manner. This is Tang'er's greatest characteristic.
"I am Zhang Zhao, you can call me Mr. Zhang Erlang. I came from Shazhou to find Tang'er like you.
Opposite us are the descendants of Zuo Pushe, the Chancellor of the Tang Dynasty, the Imperial Censor, the Protector of Anxi, the Jiedu Envoy of the Four Towns of Anxi, and the Prince of Wuwei County, Guo Gongbaixin?"
"Your Majesty, Guo Guangcheng, is the seventh generation grandson of Guo Xingong. Did Zhang Erlangjun come from the Tang Dynasty?
Is he an angel of the court? Is the Tang Dynasty coming back?" Guo Guangcheng trembled all over, and then asked with tears on his face.