The cold wind blew the flags and made Sidouyu's brows frown together.

Half of his arm bandaged the medicine cloth, and a strange herbal smell came from him.

He had no armor on his body and had his shoulders half covered due to injuries.

The hair on his head was also scattered, slightly curly, hanging on his dark face, looking a little wild and unruly.

But his expression was extremely respectful.

Because he is facing his second brother Lun Qinling now.

All of them are more than Yu Bo Lun, and they can be called generals of the aspect, but Lun Qinling is the general.

In the entire Tubo, there are only a few people who can be above Lunqinling.

The oil lamp in the tent shook slightly with the wind, causing the light in the tent to flash.

Lun Qinling sat cross-legged behind the campfire, holding a piece of jerky in his left hand and using a curved small silver knife in his right hand to peel the jerky slowly.

His movements were very meticulous and patient, and his hands were stable and there was no trace of tremor.

That serious look, pious, has concentration, as if in front of him is not flesh and knife, but an art, and he is devoting all his love to a work of art.

After Xiduoyu asked the question, Lun Qinling did not rush to answer, but carefully separated the flesh and blood in his hands.

Finally sprinkle the meat into the hot soup cooked on the bonfire.

He wiped the knife on the lapel twice and inserted it back to his waist. Then he looked up at Xiduoyu and Yubolun: "What do you think?"

The bonfires in the tent gathered with important Tubo generals.

Leading with Lunqinling.

Xiduoyu and Yubolun sat on their left and right hands respectively.

The other generals sat around the bonfire, as if stars were arching the moon around Lunqin's tomb.

After looking at Yu Bolun, Xiduo Xiang Lunqinling hesitated and said, "I can't say it well... I don't know who was the leader of the Tang people this time, and they fought very firmly, and we suffered a loss."

"Yu Bolun, what about you, do you think we suffered a big loss?"

"Second brother, we have lost our troops and lost our generals, but we have no gains..."

"You, and you, are all wrong."

Lun Qinling raised his right hand.

The joints above are clearly distinguished, as thin as bamboo, and as dark as ink.

This is the most powerful hand in the entire Tubo, except Zanpu and Lu Dongzan, Zanxiruo.

It controls the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of Tubo troops and countless people.

But at this moment, the hand gently picked up a bamboo spoon and scooped it in the fragrant broth.

"What is the Tang people most afraid of losses? What is the one we most afraid of losses?"

After saying these words, no one answered for a while.

Lun Qinling seemed to ask and answer his own questions and said as if no one else: "How many people were there in the Tang Dynasty in the Western Regions? How many of us are there? Are we Tubo afraid of death? On this snowy plateau, the cheapest thing is human life. What are the fears of death among the untouchables?"

"But those are elite..."

"Wrong again."

Lun Qinling looked up at Shiduoyu and smiled slightly: "The only one who lives is the elite, and the one who dies is just numbers, and does not represent any meaning."

"Then they...we..."

"In this battle, the best situation is to tear open the Hexi defense line of the Tang Dynasty and shake the foundation of the Tang people's management of the Western Regions. The worst situation is to be unfavorable in the battle, temporarily shrink the front line, and wait for an opportunity to fight again.

As long as the main force of Tubo is still there and as long as we have a breath, this battle... will not end."

Lun Qinling finally scooped up a spoonful of soup.

He took it to his mouth and blew it, taking a sip.

"The best broth will inevitably burn your mouth. Only by being patient can you drink the first verbal soup."

As he said that, his dark face smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, and handed the soup in his hand to Siddouyu: "Try it."

"Thank you, Brother Xie."

Xi Duoyu took it with both hands and took a sip as Lun Qinling.

The broth was in his mouth, and the fragrance was everywhere, and he frowned and chewed it carefully.

Lun Qinling turned to Yu Bo Lun: "What could the Tang people rely on to maintain their control over Hexi and the Western Regions? Are they humans? We have tried this battle.

The Tang people were indeed good at fighting, but the Tang people also exposed their weaknesses of insufficient troops.

Although they can gain local advantages, they can't do it if they want to eat all of our main players."

Regarding Qinling's words, everyone was excited and knew that the key point was about it.

"There are few people in the Tang Dynasty. Here, they want to maintain the situation, but mainly rely on people, but prestige."

"prestige?"

"It is their invincible prestige that has been in business for decades."

Lun Qinling's voice is full of ups and downs.

He carried a huge golden ring on his right ear, and then it trembled slightly.

"Looking back, Kucha, Yuezhi, Turkic people, Tuyuhun, Gaochang, which country in the Western Regions has not been beaten by the Tang Dynasty? This is the fundamental reason why they can maintain their rule here with a very small population.

For the grassland and the Western Regions, the Tang Dynasty was invincible, and the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was Tian Khan.

This prestige makes no one dare to oppose the Tang Dynasty in this vast land.”

"Second brother, why do we still have to compete with the Tang people?"

Yu Bolun carefully asked the questions in his heart.

His hands were folded against his chest.

This is a subconscious action.

The Buddhist teachings of Tubo were prosperous, which was to assimilate the cultural strategies of the tribes of Tianzhu and the mixed plateau.

Among the top leaders of Tubo, many believe in Buddhism.

Among the few Lu Dongzan's poems, Yu Bo's belief in Buddhism is the most pious.

"Yu Bolun, you can believe in Hoover of the Indians, but don't forget that the Boni, who was born in Siddhartha, is already a vassal state of our Tubo people, don't forget your own roots."

Lun Qinling's words made Yu Bolun sweat on his forehead, and he quickly put down Heshi's hands and bowed to apologize.

"It is good for the Tang people to be strong, but the sun will not always be in the sky. The sun will eventually set. The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity belongs to us Tubo people is right in front of us. If we don't fight, we will have others to fight. There is no need to discuss this."

Xiduoyu continued on the side: "If we want to support more people and live a prosperous life like the Tang Dynasty, we have to fight for it. Who doesn't want to live a better life, and who doesn't want to be as free and comfortable as the Tang people?"

Yu Bolun remained silent.

Lun Qinling took the soup spoon handed back by Xi Duoyu, put it into the soup pot, and made a "gum" sound.

Everyone was shocked.

But Lun Qinling's eyes swept across the crowd like lightning, and his voice was clanging and powerful: "The Tang people are powerful in prestige, but their weaknesses are also here; we, Tubo, can challenge countless times, and as long as we can continue to fight, it is not considered a loss.

But if the Tang people lose to us once here, the myth of the Tang people's invincible will be broken.

By then, the confidence of the countries in the Western Regions in the Tang people will be shaken. We Tubo people can promote the independence of these small countries and state chiefs and break away from the control of the Tang people.

The Tang people were in a state of great anxiety at that time. With their little force, they could not cope with such a situation and would inevitably collapse."

After a stop, Lun Qinling said: "One rises and the other falls, and they collapse, and we will rise, replace the Tang Dynasty and become the most dazzling sun."

After saying this, the generals in the tent had a flash of excitement in their eyes.

The beautiful blueprint described by Lun Qinling in my heart was so excited.

"Second brother, but... in this battle, in addition to losing manpower, we can only barely say that we have retained the military system. Moreover, the Tang army also sent a group of people to leapt over Dafeichuan, which might have been possible to attack Fuqi City. What else do we get?" Yu Bolun licked his lips and plucked up the courage to ask again.

The battle with the Tang people that night made him realize the difference between the Tubo people and the Tang army.

The Tubo people were so powerful when they conquered the snowy land and the Indians.

But when fighting against the Tang people, they were like panicked sheep.

In front of the Tang people, they fell one after another.

That hellish tragic situation cast a heavy shadow in Yu Bolun's heart.

“We got a lot.”

Lun Qinling placed his hands on his knees, looked around his left and right, and a golden ring kept shaking on his earlobe as he turned his head.

"First, from Hexi to Jiuquan, to Wuwei, the Tang army cooperated closely at various nodes. From the reaction of the Tang army, we can infer that this battle must have an experienced and wise general who is in control of the overall situation.

The Anxi Protector Pei Xingjian could not do this, and he could only take charge of the Anxi land at most.

It can be seen that Su Dingfang must be hidden behind the scenes to control the overall situation.”

Lun Qinling's eyes opened and closed, and in one sentence, he revealed the situation in front of him.

The Tubo generals, including Sidouyu, all took a breath.

"Su Dingfang!"

"That butcher who destroyed the country!"

"If this old guy is still here, we're just afraid we're not going to be our opponent..."

"Don't worry."

Lun Qinling took over Yu Bo Lun with a respectful look, held a bowl of broth with both hands, took it to his mouth and blew it, and said with a smile: "Su Ding can set up this plan, which means that he is not so ill that he can't be in charge of the director, but it also means that he is so ill that he can't lead the troops alone."

"General, what does this mean?"

A foreign general couldn't help asking.

Lun Qinling blew the heat, drank a sip of hot soup, held the bowl in both hands, and shook it gently for a moment: "With Su Dingfang's skill, do you think that if he could get up and be the leader of the soldiers, he could miss the last chance? If he could lead the soldiers himself, we would probably lose more than 100,000 this time..."

These words made Yu Bolun and Xiduoyu and other generals shocked each other.

But I have to admit that what Lun Qinling said makes sense.

"This is a national war. Don't think about killing the enemy at once. You should slowly cut the flesh and blood with a blunt knife... So it is very important to find out the Tang people's trump card."

Lun Qinling put down the broth in his hand and patted his knees: "I know that Su Dingfang cannot lead his troops, this battle is worth it. This will create more favorable conditions for our subsequent military layout, defeating the Tang people."

Scream~

The camp tent suddenly opened, and a sharp wind rushed in with fine raindrops.

In an instant, the lights in the tent flashed wildly, and the wind blew everywhere, like hell.

In the strong wind, a half-man-high black crow flapped his wings and rushed towards Lunqinling in a ferocious and ferocious manner.

But strangely, although panic flashed across the faces of the people in the tent, they did not react too violently.

Lun Qinling's right finger moved, and his eyes narrowed slightly from the strong wind.

"Night Crow, what did you find?"

The crow hovered around the top of the tent for half a circle, and finally found a wooden frame and flew up.
Chapter completed!