The soldiers were a little incoherent: "He, he...he is, he is my brother."
Li Siye used a riding crop to pick up the prisoner's chin and raise his head. This man's eyes were unruly and untamable, and he looked younger than the soldiers around him.
He grabbed the prisoner's left lap with both hands and yanked it to both sides, revealing the inner garment made of cooked silk. He then pulled open the soldier's clothes, only to find brown linen underneath.
Li Siye laughed and said: "He wears fine silk and you wear coarse linen. There is a big gap in your life between the two brothers."
The soldier muttered: "My brother, he is..." He couldn't make up a reason, so he had to hang his head.
"Que Chu Teqin, should I drag you out, or should you stand up on your own?"
Que Chui knew he couldn't escape, so he had to arrange his clothes with both hands, stood up from the ground, raised his chin high and said coldly and arrogantly: "Yes, I am Que Chui Teqin."
Li Siye raised his riding whip and whipped it hard, leaving a green and red whip mark on the right side of Que Chui's face and on his neck, causing him to take a breath but still gritted his teeth.
"You stinky prisoner, why are you dragging me with you? Believe it or not, I will let your whole family ascend to heaven neatly."
Que Chui raised his head again, the corners of his eyes still twitching ferociously. Li Siye whipped him again, and then again, until he was so subdued that he didn't dare to raise his head again.
"follow me."
He brought Quechu to Fumeng Lingcha.
Zhong Cheng was also very tired. He sat on the ground with his back against a piece of bare rock and snored loudly. Li Siye couldn't bear to disturb Zhou Gong's dream, so he stood aside and waited for him.
Quechu secretly clenched his palms. He was only a foot and a half away from the Tang Army general. Maybe he could just rush over and grab his throat to hold him hostage, but he didn't have a knife in his hand. The opponent's knife was leaning against the rock.
Can he pull out the knife as quickly as possible and put it on his neck? If he can take this man back among the enemies, Father Khan may forgive him for his failure.
He finally gave up all his delusions and plans. There was no one in ten thousand chance of success, and besides, he really didn't want to die.
Fumeng suddenly opened his eyes and scanned him thoroughly, causing Que Chui to shiver and feel lucky that he had not acted on his random thoughts just now.
"Siye, this prisoner? Is this Mohe's son?"
Li Siye crossed his hands beside him: "Yes, this is the third son of Mohedagan."
Fumeng Lingcha just glanced at him sideways, showing no interest in him. He waved his hand and said, "What did Mohe's son leave him for? Just kill him."
Quechu's legs became weak. He wanted to live, but his dignity as the son of the Khan did not allow him to beg for mercy. He had to close his eyes and wait for Li Siye's knife to strike down.
Unexpectedly, Li Siye took a step forward, bowed and crossed his hands to his husband Meng Lingcha and said: "Zhongcheng, it is better to stay than to kill him. It may be useful in persuading Mohe Dagan to surrender."
"Mohe Dagan knew he would die if captured, so how could he surrender?"
Li Siye hesitated for a moment, then turned around and waved to the soldiers, pulling Quechu down.
"Zhongcheng, why do you have to kill Mohe Dagan in front of the Tuqishi people?"
Fumeng Lingcha raised his head, tilted his neck and frowned, thinking: "What do you mean..."
"I still remember that in the past, Tuqi Shi, black and yellow, fought against each other, and Fire-Toothing Immortal Khan was defeated and captured and taken to Chang'an. He was named General Jinwuwei. Mohe Dagan can also have such treatment."
"How is that possible?" Fumeng snorted and said, "He sent troops to ambush and kill Shi Xin, making the Jiqujue Khan family extinct. Even if I can spare him, the saint will never spare him."
Li Siye suppressed his throat and coughed, and explained: "The meaning of the last general is that even the dead can be appointed officials."
Fumeng Lingzha raised his spirits and said, "Give me a little more detail."
"Mohe Dagan calls himself the Khan of the Huang surname, and he also has a certain influence among the Huang tribe. If he is executed in front of the Tuqishi people, the Huang tribe who are loyal to him will inevitably become resentful. This pair of black and yellow
The reconciliation between the two surnames is also extremely unfavorable. We can publicly announce that if Mohe Dagan can sincerely surrender, his family can move to Chang'an. As for whether he lives or dies after entering Chang'an, it has nothing to do with us. It is just a matter of exchange.
Killing in one place, but the effect should be different."
Fumeng Lingcha shook his head: "How could Mohe Dagan believe this?"
"Even if he doesn't believe it, if we defeat him and capture him, we can also take him to Chang'an. Proclaiming that Mo He is under residential surveillance in Chang'an will reduce the resistance of the Huang tribe."
Fumeng Lingcha grinned: "I understand your intention. I, the Protectorate of Anxi in the Tang Dynasty, use this little trick to appease people's hearts. I don't even dare to publicly execute a Mohe Dagan. How can I subdue the Western Regions?"
?The hearts of these people with the surname of Tuqi Shi Huang do not need us to appease them. They have their own successors, Tuqi Shi Khan, to take care of them. Mohdagango must kill them, and not only must he kill them, but he must also do so in front of all the Tuqi Shi Huang.
The surname is Kill, to serve as a warning to others."
Fumeng Lingcha also has some truth. After all, Mohe was the first one who dared to kill the Ten Khans. He touched the bottom line of the court, so he used his blood to warn those who came after him.
Many truths in this world cannot be measured by right or wrong, otherwise there would be no negative and positive arguments to refute.
Li Siye still insisted that his suggestions were in line with the reality, and believed that public opinion should never be underestimated, even the public opinion of the people they called barbarians. In the eyes of Tuqishi, the Anxi Protectorate may no longer be the ally it used to be.
And turned into a bullying and monopoly power.
It's a pity that he is not yet the governor and cannot act according to his own will. If he is not in this position, he cannot worry about it.
The current goal is to climb up by all means, obtain two flags and two festivals, be granted six banners, and control the territory thousands of miles away. There are one hundred thousand officials in the Tang Dynasty, but only ten military governors, both in terms of probability and reality.
Look, this position is difficult to get into, much more difficult than the recommended position at the starting point.
Fumeng Lingzha interrupted his hysteria: "As for Mohe's third son, let him live for the time being. Maybe it will be of some use."
"Here."
Li Siye crossed his hands at him and retreated slowly. He returned to the Tuqishi camp, which was dismantled like a chicken coop. Most of the soldiers were already lying next to the fire and turning on their snores. The soldiers who were assigned as sentries
They chatted together in groups of twos and threes to relieve their fatigue.
He came to the top of the river valley. There were rugged rocks under his feet, and there was a river beach more than two feet below. The rapid river was rushing downstream with waves rolling in.
The disadvantages of the vast Qixi are obvious. It has no population and lacks arable land. It is not as fertile as the rivers south of the Yangtze River, and it is not as fertile as the Youyan Yima Pingchuan. There are only two conveniences. One is that the geographical advantage is on the Silk Road where the east and west meet;
The second is the vast pastures in the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains. If we can take advantage of these two benefits and maximize their effects, we can deter Tibet when we advance, overwhelm the enemy, and protect the Buddhist kingdom of Xisi Town for thousands of years when we retreat.
Unfortunately, this was not the best time for him.
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On the second day, the Anxi army marched along the river bank with prisoners in hand. Mohe Dagan learned that the entire army of his three sons had been wiped out, so he hurriedly led his troops to gather with his eldest son, Dulu Yehu, and retreated north to the foot of Jiedan Mountain.
Dumo Zhi, the leader of the Tuqi Shihei, came with his troops to join the Anxi army. Hearing that Meng Zhongcheng's victory in the first battle last night, Dumo Zhi increasingly believed that his decision was a wise one, and happily brought his sheep and mare's milk wine.
Came to the Tang Army's garrison to announce the celebration.
When he arrived at the river, he discovered that the Tang army did not bring any food carts, cooking stoves, etc. The sheep, horses, yaks, tent carts, etc. they carried were all stolen. It took two soldiers to hunt sparrows.
What about Liang Kegu, who traveled hundreds of miles and came here carrying only dry food?
Fu Meng Zhongcheng sat in front of the tent that had not yet been set up, and greeted Du Mozhi with his arms crossed as if he were riding on horseback to give a favor.
"Official official, the last time we met was five years ago, and you still seem to be in good health today."
Dumozhi raised his beard at the corner of his mouth, bowed and hugged his chest: "Dumozhi congratulates Zhongcheng for taking charge of the four towns. Last time we met, we were enemies, but this time we are allies, so time is a good thing.
It will prove who is more reliable."
Fumeng Lingcha's expression gradually became serious, and he clasped his hands and vowed: "If you can help our Anxi army defeat Mohe Dagan this time, someone can report it to a saint and help you ascend to the position of Tuqishi Khan."
Dumozhi just nodded and smiled, without the expression that Fumeng Lingzha expected to see, and replied respectfully and yet distantly: "Thank you for your kindness, the Dumozhi people are soft-spoken, and they are not worthy of serving as a Khan for the Tuqi. Besides, I once said to him
This Immortal God has sworn to be loyal to the Fire-Tumbling Immortal Khan to the death. If Zhongcheng asks me to impose conditions, Dumozhi hopes that Guchui can return to the position of Fire-Tumbling Immortal Khan."
Dumozhi's answer made Fumeng Lingcha feel slightly surprised. This man had murdered Sulu together with Mohe Dagan, but it was not for the throne. Now he loyally supports Sulu's son. The complicated and subtle relationship between them
The relationship and the human interests involved are no less complex than those of the Li and Tang royal families.
"Okay, when I succeed, I will send a letter back to Beijing to report to the saint and help you welcome back the fire-breathing Immortal Khan."
"Thank you Zhongcheng for your generosity. Oh, I have one more thing to ask Zhongcheng. After we defeat and capture Mohedagan, what will you do with him?"
Du Mozhi's seemingly casual question made the air between the two suddenly tense. Although Fumeng Lingcha pretended not to care and raised his head to think about it, the seriousness and embarrassment of the question still made the two people's expressions tense.