Li Hong ignored Mangsong Mangzan's condemnation and looked up at the moonlit sky. As for the long dragons still swimming at the foot of the mountain, he was not worried at all.
"Whose idea was it?" Although Li Hong's tone was calm, his stern face was still filled with murderous intent: "This is your last chance."
After finishing speaking, Li Hong slowly raised the horizontal knife in his hand and placed it on the shoulder of Mansong Mangzan, who was even paler.
Li Hong is famous for his decisiveness in killing, and it is almost becoming known to the whole world that he will retaliate against his enemies.
Even if Mansong Mangzan didn't know, I'm afraid Princess Wencheng would have mentioned it to him.
Feeling the smell of blood on the horizontal knife that choked his mouth and nose, it made him feel a little difficult to breathe.
The sharp blade exuded a cold chill under the refraction of the torch, making the hair on Mansong Manzan's neck stand up involuntarily. His back was already covered in cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were instantly wet.
"I... I don't know, why couldn't they have organized a spontaneous riot because they couldn't stand that you Tang people had occupied our Holy Palace?" Feeling the killing intent on the bright blade, Mansong Mangzan forced himself to calm down.
"So, those Tibetan soldiers at the foot of the mountain were organized on their own? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid that's so easy to trick?" Li Hong was furious and slapped Mansong Mangzan on the face with the back of his knife. .
In an almost humiliating way, he still failed to attract Princess Wencheng and others.
They were still waiting for the killing cries that had already sounded at the foot of the mountain, and whether the Tibetans could break through the Tang army's defense and recapture the Potala Palace.
The strategy of internal and external cooperation, but now that Li Ying has been defeated by Li Hong, all the hopes of the Tubo royal family now rest on the 70,000 soldiers who have devoted all the power of Tubo.
One of Mangsong Mangzan's cheeks, which was slapped by Li Hong with the blade, suddenly became red and swollen, as if he had a steamed bun in his mouth.
His angry eyes wanted to glare at Li Hong, but as soon as he came into contact with Li Hong's eyes full of cold murderous intent, he immediately moved his gaze elsewhere.
"Why can't it be a spontaneous organization? If you attack our holy city in Tubo and occupy our holy palace, they will rush to rescue you after hearing the news. Why not?" Mansong Mangzan retorted with his head lowered.
"I've been in and out of Tubo, even if I've been on the road for so long? If you don't tell me whose idea it is, do you think I really don't dare to kill you?" The horizontal knife in Li Hong's hand stood on Mang Songmang. On the shoulders of Zan.
The blade of the blade slowly sank into the clothes, cutting the clothes and already touching the skin on Mangsongmanzan's shoulders.
As Li Hong's hand exerted force, Mansong Mangzan's shoulder sank, and traces of blood dripped from Mansong Mangzan's shoulder along the blade to the ground.
"Li Hong, stop!" Princess Wencheng flashed out from the shadows, followed by Mangfei Chijiang, Qiongwadaze and Garzandhuo.
As a few people walked out, more Tubo officials followed behind and walked out together.
"Let him go." Princess Wencheng approached, glanced at Li Hong, whose face was full of the smell of blood, and then glanced at Mangsong Mangzan, who was about to kneel down under the sword in Li Hong's hand, and stopped her again. road.
Li Hong seemed not to have heard. The silk scarf that was tied with Banmei on his right arm had already fallen off. There was a flesh wound on his right arm, and blood began to ooze out due to the force exerted on his arm.
"Pfft." In the end, Mansong Mangzan was unable to withstand the pressure on Li Hong's sword and fell to his knees on the ground.
At this time, Li Hongcai squinted his eyes and looked at the angry Princess Wencheng and the ministers lined up in two rows behind her.
"Whose idea was it, who planned this riot? Who secretly summoned the soldiers at the foot of the mountain? Who is the mastermind of this incident? If you stand up, I will let him go." Li Hong ignored the still bleeding With his arm, he held the knife steadily and pressed down on Mansong Manzan who was kneeling in front of him. His tone was calm and cold, without any emotion.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Wen Cheng looked at Li Hong who seemed to have changed into a different person. The ruffian but gentle Li Hong seemed to have disappeared overnight.
"What do I want to do? I should ask you this, right?" Li Hong's pupils were shrinking, and everyone around him looked at Li Hong and shuddered.
Banmei, with a pale face, walked slowly to Li Hong with an embroidery needle and a thread in her hand.
Xun Lan came over with a jug of liquor in hand. The two women glanced at Li Hong, and when they saw that they were ignored, they began to automatically stitch up Li Hong's wounds.
According to the method Li Hong taught them, the two of them have become proficient in it in the past few years. They have helped Li Hong sew for more than a dozen times.
Xun Lan took the remaining high-concentration alcohol, first raised the wine jar and poured it over the open wound on Li Hong's arm, as Li Hong's arm trembled from the burning pain of the alcohol.
Mansong Manzan, who was kneeling on the ground, was also trembling, fearing that the knife, which was full of choking and bloody smell, might accidentally cut his neck.
Wen Cheng and others didn't say anything. They all looked at Xunlan and Banmei in shock, and skillfully helped Li Hong treat his wounds.
Everyone present, except for the battle-hardened soldiers, including Princess Wencheng and other Tibetan ministers, had never seen wounds treated with their own eyes.
What's more, the skin and flesh on Li Hong's arm were opened, and the deep bone wounds were visible.
Princess Wencheng glanced at the frightening and numb wound on Li Hong's arm, and she didn't have the courage to look at it a second time.
This is different from looking at a dead body on the ground. People subjectively think that it is dead, so they are not very scared in terms of senses.
But when seeing a wound with deep visible bones on a living person, everyone will involuntarily make subjective assumptions about the pain of that wound, thus causing visual pain and impact to people.
Looking at Banmei holding the threaded needle and thread, and then washing her white jade hands carefully with the wine in the wine jar, she began to try her best to remove the wound on Li Hong's right arm and the open flesh. I squeezed it together as hard as I could, and with the needle, I started to sew it up like clothes.
Seeing Banmei's movements and pale face, everyone was shocked, their hearts were shaking violently, and they could even hear the sound of their own heartbeat clearly.
There was no expression on Li Hong's face, and his straight right arm was trembling slightly, but the Hengdao was held in his hand, still pressing Mansong Manzan who was kneeling on the ground.
Princess Wencheng wanted to remind Li Hong to put down the horizontal sword, but she quickly glanced at the wound on Li Hong's arm that was being sutured by half plum blossoms, and swallowed the words that came to her mouth.
Everyone's attention was focused on Banmei sewing Li Hong's wounds. No one paid attention to the sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain.
Li Hong occasionally raised and lowered the corners of his mouth because of the pain, but with the horizontal knife in his hand, he still pressed Mansong Mangzan calmly, and his tone remained unchanged as he said, "Is no one planning to stand up and bear the consequences of today?"
As Banmei sutured the wound, the sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain became more and more intense. Only then did everyone recover from the pain of the sutured wound.
"Li Hong, stop your troops. We Tibetan warriors will do whatever it takes to take back our Holy City and Holy Palace." Princess Wencheng saw Xunlan holding a clean white cloth, and after Banmei retreated, she carefully He bandaged Li Hong's wound and said sincerely.
"I don't see any hope of you attacking. Maybe you can ask your people to stop. Men of the Tang Dynasty have never surrendered." Li Hong was very determined, and the horizontal knife in his hand moved slightly. It was reversed and held in the left hand.
Then he turned around and looked at the soldiers of the two countries who were fighting fiercely at the foot of the mountain.
Long dragon-like Tubo soldiers poured in from all directions, but because the area in front of the Potala Palace was too small, their own battle formation was suddenly confused.
Tang people, on the other hand, have been holding on to their peace of mind, unwavering, standing there motionless like nails.
The moon on the plateau seems to be much clearer than the moon in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty. With eyesight, one can even see the arrows shot by the crossbow flying in the night sky.
Princess Wencheng stood side by side with Li Hong, watching the battle below, and said calmly: "We have a numerical advantage, and we will wait until dawn at the latest..."
"The five hundred warriors in the Red Palace also have a numerical advantage, but I still broke through. Oh, your Tubo's number one warrior Xuelie, his head is still half hanging around his neck, but he is already dead." Li Hong said calmly.
"Huh, so what, as long as you don't have the thunder, you are not invincible." Garzandhuo looked at Li Hong's bright red cloak angrily. The moonlight seemed to cast a layer of darkness on the cloak. Cold mystery.
"Who told you that I don't have thunder?" A cold smile appeared on the corner of Li Hong's mouth, and his body seemed to be filled with a layer of killing intent.
"Hmph, don't think I don't know. Sky thunder can only be effective when the sun is shining during the day. Every time you use sky thunder in our Tubo territory, it is always in a sunny place. You ambush the Seven Heavenly Red Kings. At that time, your thunder only sounded on the hillside where the sun could shine." Galzhanzhuo took two steps forward, as if to put pressure on Li Hong, or to encourage his own people, and said plausibly.
Li Hong didn't even bother to look at him. People who don't understand new things will always be lucky and find many specious excuses for their luck.
But this cannot be blamed on Garzandro. Black Tooth Changzhi ambushed the Seven Heavenly Red Kings twice by accident, both on the sunny slopes of the mountains. Unexpectedly, this turned out to be what they thought the explosives were not capable of. The reason for the explosion at night.
Li Hong thought of this and glanced at the bright, shining gray moon above his head with slight surprise, and asked: "Don't tell me, you chose the full moon night because of the thunder?"
"Humph, you are so smart! When the moon is full, it is also a very yin time. Thunder belongs to Yang. The full moon can just suppress your thunder!" Galzandra was even more proud at this moment. Only now did Li Hong guess Why did they choose a full moon night.
(End of chapter)