The corpses of dead soldiers and horses were used to form a defensive circle outside.
In short, although he couldn't see it, Lun Keer knew deeply in his heart that this was definitely not something that humans could do.
Cheng Sanlang, nine times out of ten, is really Cheng Sanlang who knows the magic method.
I heard in the past that when that boy Cheng Sanlang was fighting, he transformed into a true body that was a hundred feet tall, with three heads and six arms.
It has a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, two wings growing on its ribs, its eyes are electric and its mouth is thunderous.
Apparently, those rumors were true, and this guy was actually able to smoke.
These monsters have turned countless people blind and made their lungs feel like burning smoke. This must be the method of this Immortal Cheng.
"Big talk, no matter how we call, the other party just doesn't respond. Could it be that Cheng Yao, ahem... Cheng Xianchang has transformed into his true form and can't understand the human language?"
The attendants coughed and reported in a low voice, mainly because they were afraid that they would be struck by lightning if they spoke too loudly. Not far away, someone shouted for help.
As a result, a thunderbolt struck and tore the man into pieces. Why did they know so well?
Because there was a broken arm that was thrown into the crowd, right in front of Cole's eyes.
"..." After hearing the words of his confidant, Lunkeer fell into a deep silence, as if a long time had passed.
Lun Keer then whispered tentatively, "Who among you knows the Mandarin of Jiannan Road, or the Mandarin of other places in the Tang Dynasty?"
"Big talk, I will understand a little Shuzhou Mandarin." A very smart-looking soldier said in a low voice.
Lun Keer wiped his face, and in his narrowed eyes, there was a strange pink color everywhere.
At this moment, if I don't make a decision, I'm afraid I will be suffocated to death in this damn yak road. I am still young, and I must not die of suffocation like this.
The next moment, Lun Keer, who had made up his mind, gave instructions in a low voice.
"You shout in Shuzhou Mandarin, saying that we are willing to surrender, and also ask Cheng Xianchang to accept the magical power."
"good."
"Wait a minute, you go to the side first, at least five feet away from me before shouting, do you understand?"
"...The general will understand." The soldier smacked his mouth with toothache. If he had known better, he would not have succeeded in this feat.
But now, having said it all, there is no way back, so I can only bite the bullet and crawl towards the distance.
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Deng Chengxin rubbed his sore wrist and turned to look at the Cheng family soldiers behind him, whose throwing speed had slowed down a lot.
I took off the mask and was about to take a mouthful. After I smelled the smell coming up from below, I quickly put it on again.
He just walked up to Cheng Sanlang and said.
"Sir, there are not many cigarette cakes and grenades left. We don't know what the situation is down there now."
"Should we evacuate in advance? There are more than 10,000 Tibetan troops down here."
After hearing Deng Chengxin's words, Cheng Chubi poked his head again, but unfortunately, the lower part was completely submerged in smoke of different colors.
There were only cries of ghosts and wolves, and the steep slopes on both sides of the yak trail made it difficult for the Tibetan people to climb to higher ground.
However, the opponent's number was indeed too large. Cheng Chubi slapped his face and mouth, and looked back at the few remaining grenades and smoke cakes.
"That's it, after smashing all these things, we will withdraw."
As soon as Cheng Chubi finished speaking, he heard a shrill Mandarin voice coming from the smoke-shrouded yak trail below, with obvious Sichuan characteristics.
"We surrender, we surrender, and we ask Cheng Xian to spare his life."
"..." Hearing the name Cheng Xianchang, Cheng Chubi, who had a dark look on his face, was about to speak, but suddenly he covered his mouth in alarm. Could it be a treacherous plot by the Tibetan barbarians?
What if the Tubo people below are very stubborn and arrange a group of sharpshooters who can identify their positions by listening to the wind?
Turning his eyes, Cheng Chubi lowered his figure, quietly motioning to the left and right to stay away, and then shouted loudly.
"Who are you?"
After shouting this sentence, Cheng Chubi quickly grabbed Deng Chengxin beside him and ran quickly to the other side.
The Tibetan warriors who kept moaning and hissing subconsciously lowered their voices after hearing the shouts coming from above.
Hearing the energetic shouting from diagonally above, Lunkel waited for a long time, but there was no sound of the grenade falling again.
His eyes lit up, and it seemed that there was a real possibility of negotiation, but he still did not dare to take the initiative to speak. If the other party was not happy to hear his name, and a thunderstorm came over, wouldn't he be blind in vain?
Soon, the confidant climbed up to the shouting soldier and whispered softly.
"Hurry up and tell him that I am the great master of Tubo and the uncle of the ruler of Tubo."
"My master is Tubo Da Lun, the uncle of the leader of the Tubo Kingdom. He is willing to surrender and has asked the immortal to receive his magical powers."
"...You guys, just lie down on the road. No one is allowed to stand or squat. Hurry up."
Cheng Chubi's face was a little dark. Although this misunderstanding should be very helpful in persuading these feudal and superstitious Tubo people to surrender, Cheng Sanlang still felt a little unhappy.
After all, such a positive person like me has been completely demonized in the beautiful Southwest.
"Okay." After the soldier agreed loudly, he began to shout. Gradually, the Tibetan warriors groaned and coughed.
But the thunder stopped falling, and the Tibetan warriors, who had been frightened out of their wits for a long time, could only lie down and did not dare to move.
Cheng Jie, who was on the opposite side, also heard the exchange between the Third Young Master and the Tufan people below, and he happily gave instructions, asking the brothers to cooperate in putting away their magical powers.
You must maintain the credibility of your Third Young Master. Think about it, your Third Young Master will become a figure who can stop children from crying at night in Jiannan Road and even Tubo. Tsk tsk...
I'm afraid that the old masters back then didn't have the ability of the Third Young Master. What's this called? It's better to be better than someone who is good at it.
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Ren Yaxiang galloped forward on his horse, and the two thousand cavalry behind him also galloped forward with him.
When he saw the 2,000 Zhaoqi coalition troops still waiting there outside the exit of the long snake road, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"How about it, General Lu Neng, are there any Tubo troops rushing out from inside?"
Lu Neng shook his head with a bored expression on his face and pointed ahead. There was no longer a valley mouth where the thunder could be heard.
"Before the two sticks of incense, there was still movement, but now it has quieted down. However, the general did not wait for the people inside to come out to summon the message, so he could only continue to guard here."
"Just now, the general was worried about the other side of Shikan Road, so he specially sent brothers to inquire. The situation there is no different from ours."