With hundreds of thousands of people cheering in unison, Chen Mu led everyone out of Bajun City.
Traveling under starry night, when they got out of Jianmen Pass, Chen Mu and Han Xiner split into two groups.
Youlong Road is only two hundred miles away from Yizhou, and 30,000 troops left on foot.
The Tubo Kingdom is at least seven or eight hundred miles away from here, so Chen Mu must be able to ride on horseback.
In addition to the rugged mountain roads in Tubo, there is also the fatal altitude sickness.
This is also the reason why Chen Mu is an elite soldier. Ordinary soldiers may not be able to withstand it. There is no solution to altitude sickness, so he has to resist forcefully.
On the way to the Tubo Kingdom, you will inevitably pass through the cities and counties where the Tibetans marched.
As soon as we arrived outside Tianshui City, we could smell the stench of decaying corpses.
However, it was winter now, but the smell was still so strong. Chen Mu stood at the gate of the city.
Even before entering, you can already guess what purgatory on earth will look like.
Can you imagine a scene in a large city with a radius of several miles, except for the rustling rats, there is no sound?
The streets were filled with corpses, children cut in half, and babies left to die in front of the door.
There were countless mutilated female corpses without human form.
No matter how careful Chen Mu was, it was inevitable that he would step on his feet.
There were hundreds of thousands of people in the city, not a single one alive.
When we arrived at Jincheng, it was even more horrific, with flesh and blood dismembered everywhere, including our hearts, lungs, and livers.
Chen Mu could even see the body of a young woman. The head was still there, but all the flesh under the body had been bitten clean, leaving only a skeleton.
Zhang Bowen sighed: "They will pay the price soon for committing such a crime."
When he was about to leave the city, Chen Mu met Tang Yin again.
But this time, he was disemboweled and hung on the tower, and his eyes were taken out.
After such a long period of time, most of the water in the body has been lost. Occasionally, the cold wind blows, and the body can be seen fluttering slightly, like a flag.
Watching this scene, Chen Mu clenched his fists. This time, these Tubo people must pay the price!
I have always found this person very annoying, but he can dedicate himself to his country, and he is undoubtedly a honorary man.
Chen Mu buried him on a hilltop outside the city.
Time was short and I couldn't get any good tombstone, so I just used a stone instead.
"Have a good journey, I will fulfill your legacy for you!"
Chen Mu bowed and bowed, and when he turned around three steps, he suddenly looked back, raised his knife and carved a sentence on the stone tablet.
I am smiling to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving behind my liver and gallbladder!
——Chen Mujing Tang Yin!
After finishing the matter, he saw Chen Mu sheathing his sword, jumping on his horse and running towards the distance.
With the national crisis at hand, the scouts returned to Chang'an two days later.
Sixty thousand Tibetan armored men had been attacking Chang'an City for several days.
Corpses were scattered all over the city, but fortunately the city of Chang'an was strong. It would be impossible for the Tibetan army to attack Chang'an in a short period of time.
Now, both the people and the court are all looking forward to the King of Shuchuan to lead his troops to defeat these tigers, leopards and wolves.
Even the prince who was commanding the battle on the tower was like this. He had already become dependent on this man in his heart, but he didn't know it.
All the officials in the court fled to the south of the Yangtze River, but he remained.
Her delicate and beautiful face was already stained by traces of blood. When she suddenly saw the returning scout, her expression instantly brightened.
"How? When will Chen Mu come?"
"This is the letter!"
The prince took it and looked at the contents. There was only one sentence written on the scroll.
——If you hold on for a month, I will defeat the enemy!
"Chen Mu, do you want us to stay here for another month? It's too difficult with these child soldiers."
When Wei Qinghong's uncle and nephew saw the contents, they all shook their heads bitterly.
The Tubo people have been planning for a long time, and all 60,000 people are extremely brave. In ten days at most, the city of Chang'an will be destroyed.
The prince's face condensed slightly: "Bring back the 30,000 troops guarding Jiangnan."
"No, Your Highness, there are no defenders along the coast. If the Japanese take advantage of the loophole, how will we deal with ourselves when we are attacked on both sides?"
"Right now, the Japanese are attacking Goryeo. They don't care about our side. They quickly mobilize their troops. Chen Mu said that we can defeat the enemy by defending for a month, so I will defend for him for a month!"
"Take orders!"
After the two left, Liu Ding stood quietly on the city tower in a solitary figure, looking at the sea of blood and corpses below the city.
"Chen Mu, this time the prince can only rely on you, you have to come quickly!"
After running for ten consecutive days, Chen Muchong's five thousand people had already left the plains and began to trek into the Qiang land.
The terrain in the Qiang land is extremely steep, but as far as the terrain is concerned, it did not cause any interference to the five thousand elites of Sichuan Gate.
But when we reached the plateau, the real fatal problem appeared.
Altitude sickness, which is difficult for people to adapt to, has almost made everyone in Sichuan unable to breathe.
Seeing the struggling team, Chen Mu's expression gradually became serious.
Looking at the boundless Qiang plateau, Chen Mu also suddenly had the intention to retreat.
Throughout the ages, the Central Plains has sent large armies to conquer the Tibetans, but they always failed miserably due to altitude sickness.
But soon, Chen Mu dismissed the idea of retreat.
As of now, all the people in the Central Plains have pinned their hopes on him. Wherever there is any way out, they have to force their way!
He let out a long sigh, and now he had no choice but to ask everyone to rest for a day and night, hoping to use this time to adapt to the altitude sickness.
As evening approached, gusts of cold wind suddenly came like knives cutting through the air.
Chen Mu, who was already in poor spirits, suddenly woke up.
No one realizes it, but his whole body is already being shaken by the howling plateau wind.
Suddenly I looked up and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds and large and dense snowflakes were falling continuously.
In just the blink of an eye, his face was covered with snowflakes.
Look at the five thousand disciples lying on the ground, shivering, already buried by the snow.
The cold current and heavy snowfall made Chen Mu's heart sink!
Based on the current situation of everyone, after this night, everyone will freeze to death here!
Zhang Bowen came to Chen Mu tremblingly now, with despair in his eyes and a bitter smile: "This is the end of your life and mine."
Chen Mu gritted his teeth and said: "The frost has only been here for ten days, but now there is a cold wave and heavy snowfall. It's really ridiculous!"
In the biting cold wind, Chen Mu Yi Jue was swaying. Looking at the people who were about to freeze to death, he felt...unwilling!
He just felt like God was playing tricks on him!
The next moment, Chen Mu raised his head and glared at the sky!
But he didn't bother to pay attention to the suffocating feeling, and ran to high places in the surrounding fields like a madman.
But he saw the sword Qinglong on his waist was unsheathed, but this time it was not killing people, but pointing angrily at the intertwined sky with clouds.
In the heavy snow, Chen Mujie could only be heard roaring in anger again and again.
"I am the only one in heaven and on earth! How dare you, the evil wind and the snow, block the way of my king's domination! Retreat quickly!"
He just vented his anger to the sky, but in fact, he had no choice.
Nowadays, retreating or advancing is a dead end. If God is really against him, he can only accept his fate.
Finally, in a state of extreme hypoxia, he collapsed.
But then, Zhang Bowen was shocked beyond words by what happened now.
But at the next moment, the heavy snow suddenly stopped and the cold wind suddenly stopped.
Just look at the distant sky, the rolling clouds slowly disperse, and a ray of sunset shines through the clouds, reflecting on everyone in Sichuan Gate.
A scolding voice can drive away the wind and snow. How can it be done without great luck?