Datang Fenghua Road

Luo Jinger sighed and lowered her head without explaining.

A total of [-] troops, the loss is so heavy, since the establishment of the three guards of the West Mansion, they have never experienced such a defeat, but they suffered losses at the hands of the Luo family. The [-] soldiers and horses were originally begged by her, Luo Jing My son really doesn't know how to explain to her husband.

She still clearly remembers how she wanted this army in the first place. At that time, she gave birth to Han Yue's dragon and phoenix twins at once, and then Han Yue's wicked taste increased and he named the child the iron hammer and iron egg. Luo Jinger cried every day and refused to give up Rao, in the end, Han Yue was so provoked that he had no choice but to say that you gave birth to two children for me, and I will support [-] troops for your Luo family, and let your younger brother Luo Tong be a general to make contributions, so that in the future, he can use his achievements to revitalize the Luo family , the [-] troops are not given for nothing, it is your great credit for giving birth to a reward...

Although it was just a joke between husband and wife, Luo Jing'er has always taken it seriously. She doesn't want to use the [-] troops as an exchange for having a baby. She wants to return the army to her husband after her younger brother has made great achievements.

As a result, Tubo was suddenly invaded, and the [-] army was directly wiped out.

"Alas!" Luo Jing'er sighed again, and slowly sat down beside the fire with a miserable expression.

She is now married as a wife, and she no longer acts like a young general, and she has done a lot of wrong things over the years, forcing Han Yue to enter the family, stealing her husband's military amulet, and killing Doudou and others to go to Dali Temple for trial, Tang Yao was almost beaten to death...

Although it was all over the years, she still felt uneasy when she remembered it.

Among all Han Yue's wives, she lives the most cautiously and cautiously. If an early acquaintance sees her now, they may be surprised how the female general has become so timid.

The night was hazy, the bonfire was roaring, and the crackling of the burning firewood sounded from time to time. The atmosphere in the field seemed a little deserted for a while. Luo Tong seemed to feel the distress of his sister, rubbing his hands and standing awkwardly.

He has been sitting in Tubo for the past few years, and he misses his sister very much in his heart. He wants to talk to her, but he is afraid that her sister will reprimand him again.

Both sisters and brothers have strong personalities in their bones, and strong people generally have low emotional intelligence. For example, Luo Jinger has been having a bad time after marrying Han Yue, because she doesn't know how to be flexible and communicate well with others.

Fortunately, this trip to the Tubo Plateau not only came along, but Princess Changle also accompanied the army all the way. This princess has always been known for her gentle personality, and suddenly spoke for Luo Tong: "Sister Jing'er, don't blame Luo Tong. Brother, in fact, he has been really good over the years and has done a lot of difficult things for me."

After speaking for a while, he sat down by the fire next to Luo Jing'er with his knees in his arms, and smiled with a smile on his face: "When the eldest brother had an accident on Jiannan Road, the three guards in the West House swept and conquered Tibet, and I came to Tubo to sit in town. There was a rebellion in the first few years. It was Luo Tong who worked hard to find a way to settle down. If calculated according to his merits, he can already be named a national candidate. Sister Jinger, you have to praise him, this is really a good brother. …”

There is a certain hint in Changle's words. From beginning to end, Luo Jinger is not called her sister-in-law, and Luo Tong is called her younger brother. This is talking to Luo Jinger as her own sister.

Luo Jing'er hesitated for a moment, her expression softened a little, but she still snorted at Luo Tong, pretending to be displeased: "Although there are merits, there are also major demerits, if the merits and demerits can be balanced, he is now equal to So a white body... I want to seal the country, hum..."

Youyou giggled and said, "Let's be white, are our relatives still afraid of being white? This time, Doudou boss personally ordered us to go on an expedition, to let the women in the family shine in front of the world, and a hundred thousand soldiers and horses. I was dispatched as soon as I waved my hand, I was worrying about how to lead the troops to fight, and Luo Tong was just pulling a coolie, and let him lead the troops for us."

There was something in the same words, Luo Jing'er stood up from the ground, her voice was trembling, and she said excitedly: "Youyou... Sister Youyou, your...what do you mean?"

Youyou blinked her eyes narrowly at her, smiled and said, "I understand what I mean, leading troops to fight sounds majestic, but it's actually a thankless job, sister, I have the title of the Prairie Saint on my body. How can you bend down and do such a shameful thing? You can't do it either. You also have the name of the Twelve Concubine of the Huaxia Empire on your body. You can't do the same thing as leading troops and wars, but there is a lack of commanders here. One side is handsome, so we have to catch our brother Luo Tong."

Luo Jinger's hands and feet were trembling. She knew that what Youyou said was just to take care of everyone's face. In fact, the three guards in the West Mansion would win no matter how they fought in Tibet. The so-called lack of leaders was just empty talk.

This is clearly giving credit to Luo Tong, and to put it bluntly, it is also giving credit to her Luo family.

"Sister Youyou, I, I..."

Luo Jinger was very moved, and her eyes were a little red.

Her face suddenly became embarrassed, and she lowered her head and whispered: "I'm sorry for you, when I was in the foreign exchange market, I hated you the most. When my husband rescued you back, I even encouraged Doudou to drive you away... "

Youyou laughed and said indifferently: "You want to drive me away? How is it possible? Sister, I have been overshadowed by an era, and no woman in the world is more beautiful than me. I also practice the magic trick of the Western Regions, and when it comes to seduction You guys are not my opponents together, so your husband can't bear me, hahaha, your persuasion doesn't work. But I'm also jealous of you, you gave birth to one more daughter than me."

Luo Jing'er smiled shyly, with a twisted expression on her face. This was considered to be the elimination of the estrangement between the sisters many years ago. It turned out that Youyou had a big heart and didn't worry about it at all.

Youyou no longer cared about Gu Luo Jing'er, her beautiful face suddenly became serious, she suddenly took out a scroll of silk from her sleeve, and then glanced at the crowd around the bonfire.

This action is different, but it is also an announcement that everyone who was sitting originally stood up from the ground, including the generals of the three guards in the West House, and the leader of this small Tibetan tribe. There were even a group of monks and a group of Taoist priests in the crowd, but the leader was An old monk with drooping white eyebrows, and a young Taoist priest with splendid delicacy.

Youyou shook his hands and displayed the silk book, and said softly, "The three guards of the West Palace obey the order!"

boom -

The sound of more than a dozen feet stomping on the ground sounded in place, and in the silent night, it appeared neat and imposing like a rainbow, Youyou swept his eyes again, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty lends a hundred thousand troops, the Empress of the Huaxia Empire has a purpose, Now you are under my command, and I order, Roton..."

Luo Tong stood up loudly, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

Youyou glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "Luo Tong, this commander ordered you to be the general of the Huaxia Empire to conquer the west, lead the [-] Xifu three guards to wipe out the Tubo rebels, regain lost ground, and go all the way west, how far can you go? No matter how far, all the places pointed by Huaxia Bingfeng are designated as the territory of the Han people. This order is only guaranteed to win, not to lose. You may encounter a powerful opponent, but can you have the confidence to fight against it? Don't say anything. To expand the territory, just to be able to show the majesty of the Chinese Empire, let the world see the strength of Huaxia, and those who violate me will be punished even if they are far away!"

Luo Tong's face was solemn, his eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and he said loudly: "Don't worry, Niangniang, you will never give up!"

Youyou smiled slightly, and suddenly said with a deep meaning: "Your Majesty has the intention to establish the Anxi Duhufu, to have an overview of the political affairs and military affairs of the entire Western Regions, Tubo, and even Central Asia. The chief governor of the Duhufu must be the prince, and Sister Doudou has given permission to let the little one. Tie Dan will take charge, Luo Tong, you are Tie Dan's uncle, and you should help your nephew to fight hard in this battle..."

Luo Tong was stunned at first, and then a strong fighting spirit erupted from his body.

The chief governor of the Anton Protectorate will be his nephew, and he really wants to fight all the way to Central Asia.It is not important to open up new territories, nor to establish achievements. The most important thing is that he is helping his nephew to fight for the territory, and it is likely to be the nephew's fief when he is an adult.

Even, founding a country.

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Chapter 803 Found the weapon of the gods

On the same night, in the same space and time, when the eyes turned to the distant Persian Gulf, there was also a bright moon hanging in the sky.

The moonlight is like water, cool and radiant, smeared down like a watermark, illuminating the dark and lonely land.

There was a night wind whistling, blowing the big flag hunting, and the night wind whistling raised sand and dust, hitting the tent with a screeching sound.

This is a huge military camp. Under the night, I can see countless sheepskin tents towering densely on the desert. There is a brazier dyed with charcoal fire not far from the camp.

Although the brazier was blazing, the night was still dark, and there were occasional rustling sounds of leather boots in the Nuo Da army camp, and teams of soldiers with scimitars patrolled the camp back and forth.

In the most central direction of the camp, there is a tent that is indistinguishable from ordinary tents. It does not give up any gorgeous decorations inside and outside. The only difference is that it is larger than ordinary tents.

At this time, the tent was brightly lit, twelve giant butter candles were burning, and the fire dispelled all the darkness in the tent. There were hundreds of people sitting on the ground in the tent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the first middle-aged man. body.

The face of this man has the unique characteristics of Arabs. He is thin, with a high nose, slightly curved beard, and eyes like a falcon. He also sat cross-legged on the sand, and suddenly he drew his sword and hit the shield heavily. startled.

He slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes shot bright and strange, and he said loudly: "In the first battle of Qadisiya, the empire invested 200 million troops. The army of the Sassanid Dynasty has been defeated by us, but the Persian Empire is still dead. Zhuang, generals, we still need to work hard to continue to conquer this land."

Everyone in the camp listened silently, and several scribes kept writing with "Kalem" in their hands. "Kalem" means a kind of rubber resin, which was used by Arabs to write and record things a long time ago, although the current pen is no longer Branches, but the name of the pen still uses the earliest name.

The name Kalem has a strong Arabic style. Unfortunately, although the name sounds good, the actual writing speed is unsatisfactory. Harry speaks very fast, and several scribes are completely unable to keep up with his speed, so everyone only Can divide labor and cooperate, each person is responsible for recording his paragraph.

Even so, the speed was still not as fast, and several scribes kept writing and writing, anxious sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Emperor Harry was obviously dissatisfied, and suddenly his tone changed. His falcon-like eyes were still bright, but he sighed softly: "It is said that in the far east, there is an extremely ancient and magical country, That country produces white paper and has brushes as soft as wool, and their literati can write beautiful poems and record the words of emperors in a concise and comprehensive way..."

Anyone can hear this dissatisfied tone. Several scribes couldn't help but shudder. Suddenly someone in the tent stood up, drew a knife and shouted: "Conquer them, grab their paper and brushes, the emperor's Words need the best tools to record, and the teachings of the saints need the best tools to transcribe, send troops, and conquer them."

This person made a sound, and in a blink of an eye, there were hundreds of responses. In the tough battle, dozens of generals quickly stood up, and everyone pulled out their machetes and kept roaring.

Harry the Great looked satisfied, but he did not continue the topic. Instead, he turned his tone again and returned to the direction he originally talked about the Persian war. His eyes were bright: "Generals, conquest is a permanent topic, and the teachings of the saints are leading the way. We advance, the battle of Kadysia, we have destroyed the main force of the Sassanid Empire, but the Persian Empire can still mobilize millions of soldiers ..."

He paused for a moment when he said this, glanced slowly at the people in the tent, and said loudly: "After discussing with the elders, I decided to continue to push forward in ten days, first to defeat Khuzestan in Persia, and then to pacify the war. Isfahan, the Persian Empire has been declining, and in the future this land will belong to the Arab Empire, generals, take up your machetes, raise your shields, go forward, charge, conquer this fertile land, let the Holy The brilliance of the people spreads over the whole Persian Gulf!"

Boom, everyone in the tent stood up, their eyes shot flaming flames, and a strong fighting spirit burst out from their bodies.This is the most powerful era of Arabia, and everyone has the desire to conquer in their bones.

Emperor Harry was very satisfied, and said again: "When we digest this fertile land, the strength of the empire will inevitably rise to a higher level. At that time, the army can choose to expedition to the east and lay down the legendary magical country."

This time, he did not mean anything, his tone was clearly mixed with words of temptation, and he said leisurely: "There are merchants in the empire who came from the east and brought back countless exquisite porcelain and silk. The porcelain is as white as a woman's skin, and the silk is like a woman's. The skin is as smooth as the skin, this is all produced by that magical country, we Arabs need these exquisite treasures, but the merchants are not willing to spend money to buy them, so we need to conquer their country, enslave their people, let them use Magical technology produces treasures for us, allowing all Arabs to enjoy the most exquisite life in the world..."