Gong Juezan refused to be gullible and shook his head and said: "The five consciousnesses cannot be hidden in a small country, with a population of only five or six thousand, a string of less than a thousand people, and no solid city defenses. What's the use of attacking it?"
Zong Lu pointed at the map and said: "Mr. Qian didn't know something. The Shikaku tribe surrendered to the Tang Dynasty twenty years ago, and the leader of the country was awarded the title of General Jinwuwei. The current leader of the country is Ga Yancong. Since the recovery of Xiaobolu
The country, more than twenty countries to the west of Congling, all surrendered in hope of the wind. Only the Shini country relied on approaching Congling to guard the prison and did not pay attention to our great Tubo. If Qian Zong could rob the country under the eyes of the Congling guard,
Plundering the hidden tribe and delivering the country's lord Gayen and his captives to Dongdai Dongben is a great achievement. Isn't your promotion, Mr. Qian, just around the corner?"
Gong Juezan pondered for a moment, then held Zong Lu's shoulders and smiled: "Zong Lu is indeed a wise man. I misunderstood you just now, and I apologize to you."
Zong Lu hurriedly changed to a kneeling position, crossed his chest with one hand and said: "President Qian killed his subordinates. It is my duty to share the worries of President Qian, and I dare not accept it."
Gong Juezan just made a gesture, and then smoothly changed the subject and asked: "What is the strength of the Tang army guarding Congling? Is it as difficult to chew as Sole City?"
"Back to Mr. Qian, there is a brigade stationed in the Congling garrison, with only more than a hundred people in it. The Tang army in this city is very tight. Since the establishment of the Congling garrison, there has never been a war, and the military discipline is lax.
, The training has been neglected, and some soldiers have even sold their armor in exchange for money, which is not even as good as our mediocre support. Such strength is enough to protect themselves, but if they want to meddle in their own business, they will be killed."
Zong Lu waved his hand toward the door: "Call the military household of Hao Gu Sa to come up to me."
The spy wrapped in yak leather clothes walked into the stone hall with his shoulders hunched, knelt down and crossed his chest to salute: "I would like to pay tribute to the three chiefs."
Zong Lu asked him: "I went to Congling to guard and investigate. What did you see?"
"Reporting to the three chief commanders, what I saw was that the soldiers on the top of the city had no intention of guarding. They were all watching the music and dancing in the city. Even the soldiers guarding the city gates left their posts."
After listening to the scout's report, Gong Juezan was immediately overjoyed: "Isn't this a victory bestowed upon me by the gods? Zonglu, Ge Rilang, you go down immediately to summon the headquarters. We will immediately go to Congling to plunder the Shangyin tribe, and we will take it with us after we succeed.
Destroy the Congling Guard City and chop off a few more heads of the Tang army in exchange for greater military merit."
"As commanded."
An hour later, the Lianyunbao garrison mobilized in full force, with more than fifty armored cavalry leading more than nine hundred slave soldiers coming towards Congling.
From now on, Gayan was leading a part of his tribe to rush from the camp to Congling to defend the city. He planned to keep these 500 men outside the city for a long time and build a mansion inside the city. These were all things that he had already discussed with Li Siye.
Good conditions.
After a day and night of trekking, the Shikama tribe finally arrived at Shouchou City. Some people set up camp outside the city, while others transported green bricks into the city. After Li Siye saw Gayan, he specially sent a dozen people to build the bricks.
The soldiers of the wall guided and helped him build the mansion.
This was another happy event for Congling Shouchu. Li Siye specially prepared fine wine and marinated meat to entertain Gayan Cong and Minister Shiji. Suo Yuanyu took the initiative to serve as a maid serving wine. Before Uncle Suo came, she could only
Qu wanted to flatter Li Siye to prevent him from turning his back and complaining. She also pulled Li Twelve Niang to attend as a companion, but she was cold-natured and sat on the table like a Bodhisattva. She neither smiled nor took the initiative to propose a toast.
Gayancong seemed to be in a lack of interest. After drinking a few drinks, he was overcome by alcohol and said goodbye to his host.
His body was swaying slightly and he was helped out of the thatched cottage by his eldest son Zha Shiqian. Li Siye stood at the door to see him off.
Before the General's Palace was built, they temporarily lived in a built-in house in the city. The two walked for a while, and Gayancong suddenly stood up and said, "Don't help me, I'm not drunk."
Zha Shiqian was extremely surprised: "It turns out, sir, you were just pretending to be drunk."
He glared at his son, hating him for making such a fuss, and walked slowly with his hands behind his back: "Li Siye is too unkind. He knew clearly that I intended to marry my little daughter Aranda to him, and he deliberately made two foxy children.
It's so annoying to be dangling in front of me!"
"Are you still thinking of marrying Aranda to him?"
Gayan said with a hum: "If Aranda doesn't marry him, who will she marry? Will marrying a member of the same tribe be good for the Sanya tribe? While he is still just a small guard and his vision is not high,
Aranda will not suffer any loss by marrying him."
Zha Shiqian asked a series of silly questions: "Where are the two Han women in the thatched hall? I heard that Han people can only marry one official wife, and the rest can only be concubines. I looked at the stern woman sitting at the bottom,
Very wifely."
Gayancong waved his hands angrily and hit his son twice on the head: "Have you arranged everything for him? Behave like a real wife? Who has the style of a real wife? Only my daughter, Gayancong, can be a real wife!"
Zha Shigan received a few slaps and kept silent. However, this did not satisfy the slightly drunk Gayancong. After waiting for a long time, he asked angrily: "Why don't you speak!"
The son looked up at Gayancong with an aggrieved look, and asked, "What are you going to do, sir?"
Gayancong smiled proudly: "Do you think the mansion I built in Shouchuo City was prepared for myself? You are wrong! After the construction is completed, Aranda will live in it, and this mansion will be the wedding room of their couple in the future.
, the five hundred tribes outside the city are her dowry. As long as he marries Aranda, he will have five hundred more tribes under his command. Is this what those two foxy men can give? "
Zha Shiqian was shocked. The total population of the Hidden Division was only five or six thousand, but he suddenly wanted to take out 500 people as a dowry for his sister. This was too generous and too partial!
He replied dully: "No, but they are both Han Chinese."
"Duh!"
Ga Yancong waved his palm again and covered the back of Zha Shiqian's head.
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Zha Shiqian helped his father back to his room to rest, helped him lie down on the carpet and covered him with sheep felt, while he sat cross-legged and leaned against the wall in the corner, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Gayan soon snored like a thunderous sound, and Zha Chan rubbed his eyes and woke up. He glanced at his sleeping father and continued to squint.
He had just closed his eyes and his consciousness was gradually blurring. Gayancong suddenly screamed: "Aranda! My Aranda!"
Zha Sigan hurriedly sat up from the corner and rushed over to grab his father's hand. Gayan stood up from his seat in shock, his face pale and cold sweat dripping down his cheeks.
"Sir, what's wrong with you! Wake up!"
Gayancong opened his eyes, looked at the scene in front of him, and then leaned back against the wall tiredly. Zha Shiqian poured a bowl of water from the cowhide water bag and handed it to him to drink.
His throat was wet before he said feebly: "I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that our tribe was plundered by the Tibetan army. Your mother and your sister were taken to Tubo to be slave girls. It scared me to death."
It turns out this was a dream."
Zha Shiqian breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The Tubo people are far away in Xiaobolu country, how could they come to Congling? Father, your dream is too strange."
After thinking carefully, Jialuo lifted up the sheep's felt and stood up from the ground. He turned around and told his son: "I have to go back to the camp in person, so that I can rest assured. You can stay here for the time being and supervise the people setting up camp."
He led the horse with a crossbow and a horizontal sword, and behind him was the shadow cast by the city wall when the sun set. He walked slowly out of the city and was about to get on his horse.
A horse galloped towards me in the distance, and the man on the horse shouted in a tearful voice: "Master of the country! Something bad has happened!"
"Lord of the country! The Tubo people are coming!"
Jialuocong was shocked when he heard this. His face turned white for a moment, his body swayed, and he almost fell backward.