The previous strategic, organized and disciplined retreat of the Tang army was in sharp contrast to the current chaotic and chaotic retreat of Tibet.
But now no one in the Red Palace Square is paying attention to the battle at the foot of the mountain. All of them looked dull and pale, as if they still had the deafening sound of thunder rolling in front of their eyes and their ears that day, as well as the huge fireball that could soar into the sky.
The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the night sky, but no one knew why this smell was produced after the thunder exploded.
Garzandra's face was also pale, with a dull expression of disbelief, and his lips were moving and he didn't know what he was saying.
Just now I was plausibly saying that the extremely yin power of the full moon can suppress the extremely yang power of the sky thunder.
Now the sky thunder was rolling in front of his eyes. The deafening sound, the fire balls rising into the sky, the thick smoke that covered the night sky like dark clouds, and the peerless power of shaking the earth and the mountains, all made his mind at this moment. In the blank.
After the foot of the mountain was blown apart by the explosion, the Tibetan soldiers in the first half fled to both sides. In the second half of the battle, the Tibetan soldiers who were rushing forward bravely and invincibly stopped their advance abruptly after the explosion.
Dust was flying all over the sky and the smell of gunpowder smoke was pervasive. After a while, the remaining Tibetan soldiers who were not affected by the explosion in the second half were covered with dust.
At this moment, they had a shocked expression, and the weapon in their hands fell to the ground without even realizing it. When they couldn't understand the things in front of them, they would often be classified as ghosts and gods.
"The Snow God has shown his power. We cannot be enemies of the Tang people. You see, this is the fate of being an enemy. Run away." Ashinu didn't know when he was wearing the clothes of a Tibetan soldier and yelled in Tibetan language.
"Run quickly. If we don't run, the sky thunder will explode towards us. It almost hit us just now." Next to Ashinu, a soldier who didn't look like a Chinese from the Tang Dynasty looked at Ashinu and was equally shocked. shouted.
"Withdraw..."
Someone behind him shouted. The Tubo soldiers, who were trembling and slowly retreating, suddenly dispersed, and all kinds of weapons were thrown all over the ground.
Immediately, they all followed the group of people who escaped first and started running out of the city.
"Li Hong, Xinrao Miwo Buddha will not let you go, you devil! You will go to hell!" Princess Wencheng looked haggard, with painful sorrow written on her face, and shouted in pain at Li Hong.
Xinrao Miwo Buddha, the founder of their Bon religion, gradually evolved into a god during the evolution of Bon religion, and was listed as the first of all Buddhas in the ten directions and three generations.
Princess Wencheng cursed Li Hong with the Xinrao Miwo Buddha. This was already the most hated curse among the nobles.
"Whether it's a god, a Buddha, or a demon, wherever I, Li Hong, stay away, I will be the master. I stand here, I am the Buddha here, the god here! Even if I come from ten The devil of the eight hells! I will still stand here and dominate everything here!" Li Hong remained unmoved, keeping his eyes on the fleeing Tubo soldiers and said calmly.
The red cloak fluttered in the wind behind him, like a blazing fire. The black trousers on the lower body swayed in the night wind, and the strong naked upper body seemed to glow with a layer of precious light under the moonlight.
With sharp and stern cheeks, icy eyes that look down at the world, and long black hair hanging down the back of his head, the whole person is like a god or a demon, exuding an aura that dominates the world.
Princess Wencheng stared blankly at Li Hong, who was like an unparalleled king. At this time, she had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know who was right and who was wrong in this world.
The winner is a prince and the loser is a bandit. She finally bitterly realized the meaning of this sentence.
"Who is the mastermind?" Li Hong asked calmly again, facing the wind.
If you don't get to the bottom of this matter, in the end, conquering Tubo will be like a dream, and sooner or later it will be in vain.
Only severe investigation can make them fear themselves from the bottom of their hearts, and plant the fear of themselves as demons in the hearts of all Tubo officials.
No one spoke, everyone looked heavy. Everyone knew that at this moment, Tubo would truly perish.
Even their Zampu was still kneeling at the feet of this demon king at this moment.
The shouts of killing at the foot of the mountain seemed to be unable to awaken their numb nerves. It was not until the Tibetan soldiers who had escaped in the second half were about to reach the city gate facing the Potala Palace that the Tibetan soldiers on the Red Palace Square, including Princess Wencheng all knelt on the ground.
Suddenly countless torches lit up at the city gate, and the arrows looked like dark clouds covering them under the moonlight. The Tibetan soldiers who were running at the front suddenly turned into the alley.
The many Tubo soldiers behind them who had not yet recovered, led by a leader, were about to decide whether to leave the city or escape first, when a hail of arrows attacked them.
In an instant, the first few rows of Tibetan soldiers fell down like crops in a field that were hit by strong winds.
Black-toothed Changzhi was riding on a war horse, the bright sword in his hand glowing with a cold light. Behind him were still rows of cavalry holding horse swords. Further back, there were the cavalry who had just fired waves of arrows. Crossbowman.
The one-sided massacre did not last long, and less than four to five thousand people fell on the street at the city gate in less than a stick of incense.
The horse-stem in Hei Te Changzhi's hand was still dripping with blood, and he was riding on the streets littered with corpses. The cold wind blew by, and there was another strong and disgusting smell of blood.
A hint of fish belly white appears in the eastern sky, and the sky is slightly glowing, indicating that today is no different from every other day.
It's just that the people in Luoxue City who were supposed to get up early were still staying at home and didn't dare to go out.
Painful moans and heart-wrenching cries could be heard on the street occasionally in the quiet morning.
The Jokhang Temple and Ramoche Temple on both sides of the Potala Palace are the only two places in Luoche City that remain as usual.
The melodious bells rang slowly, heralding the arrival of a new day. The monks who got up early to recite Buddhist scriptures got up quickly just like every morning.
A rush of footsteps sounded at the entrance of the Jokhang Temple. The door of the Jokhang Temple suddenly fell down and kicked up a cloud of dust.
Gu Xin (Dharma King or National Preceptor) of Tubo Zanpu looked calm and looked at the Tang soldiers pouring in. He closed his eyes and muttered something unknown, and then followed them towards the Potala Palace.
In the palace where Zanpu of the Red Palace handles government affairs, Li Hong held a horizontal knife in his hand and quietly looked at Mangsong Mangzan, Garzandro and Chidu Songjie below.
Princess Wencheng stood up from her chair and said coldly: "Li Hong, this is all done by me alone. If you think about it with your brain, you will know that in Tubo, besides me, who else has the ability and prestige to win over and summon people?" Come here!"
"I heard Ashinu say that most of these people are warriors from the Yangzhi tribe. Qiongwada is the first warrior of the Yangzhi tribe, and Xuelie is the first warrior of Tubo. Many people from the Xiangxiong tribe also participated. Did you really plan the rebellion last night?" Li Hong's right arm was bandaged again by Ban Mei.
"Yes, I planned it all by myself. I am the mastermind you are looking for! Mangsongmangzan didn't know the news at all beforehand. Otherwise, do you think you can guard him with just your fifty people? Why not?" If you hadn't been killed by our warriors earlier, you would have been snatched away by me!" Princess Wencheng tried to convince Li Hong that all this was her fault.
With Mangsong Mangzan left behind, there is still a glimmer of hope for Tibet to regain its kingdom. However, without Mangsong Mangzan, the bloodline of the Tubo royal family will perish, and Tubo will be officially destroyed.
"Galzandhuo, who do you think is the mastermind?" Li Hong ignored Princess Wencheng and asked, looking at Garzandhuo below.
"I am the mastermind. I contacted them secretly and agreed on a time. It has nothing to do with Zanpu, Holy Salvation Buddha Mother and others. As you officials of the Tang Dynasty often say, the master who insults the minister deserves to die. I can't Seeing our Zamp being treated like this, our country cannot be dominated by outsiders," Garzandro said with a solemn expression and a calm voice.
Li Hong sighed slightly. The purpose of establishing prestige has been achieved. To establish prestige is to establish prestige for many Tubo people and other officials, making them believe that the Tang Dynasty is powerful and invincible.
As for these hard bones, Li Hong did not expect any impact on their psychology.
Galzhanzhuo and several of his brothers were the Tubo elites who were secretly sent to the Tang Dynasty by Lu Dongzan to study Tang culture. Without these machinations, you would be able to defeat his heart and beliefs.
Although he initially made foolish remarks that explosives would be suppressed by the extremely cloudy full moon at night, if they were placed in other places in the Tang Dynasty, even Chang'an City, wouldn't the same or other remarks also appear
It's even possible that there might be even more foolish remarks than Garzandra's.
Furthermore, these remarks naturally include their Zanpu Gu Xin, their Dharma King.
No wonder this guy has been hiding in the Jokhang Temple. He thought he would come up with some good tricks. After working for a long time, he came up with the fallacy that the sky thunder is yang and can be suppressed by extremely yin things.
Li Hong tilted his chin, thinking about how to end the endgame in Tubo. Although he had won now, just like the US military in the previous life, the next thing was probably what troubled him even more.
Mangsong Mangtsan cannot be moved. If he is moved, it will be equivalent to returning Tubo to Tibet, but it will be a return to the era before Songtsen Gampo, so this method is not advisable.
Garzandra must be removed from his position as Prime Minister. Only one of him and Mansong Manzan can be left in his place, otherwise, the same mistake as last night will happen again.
Princess Wencheng? Thinking of this, Li Hong couldn't help but feel dizzy.
What should this aunt do? Even if everyone in Tubo helps her cover up, she still can't escape the suspicion of being the mastermind behind this incident.
How to deal with her is definitely a tricky and headache thing for him.
(End of chapter)