Zhang Zhao tried his best to huddle up on a chariot. His whole body was covered with a dark red Sichuan brocade with floral patterns.
Shu brocade was very popular in the Tang Dynasty, and of course it was expensive, especially in the northwest. It was rare to find a piece of Shu brocade this big in a broken village in Qi Xiahu, which just covered Zhang Zhao who was curled up on the chariot. stand up.
Zhang Zhao himself weighs one hundred and forty, and the Mingguang Armor weighs almost fifty kilograms. This weight of almost one hundred and ninety kilograms makes the four people carrying the chariot, Qi Xianghu, Sha Gouer, Zhang Zhong, and Yin Yaozi, very tired, but for the sake of They also had to pretend to be relaxed so as not to arouse suspicion.
Both the spear and the horizontal knife were tied under the chariot. Fortunately, this spear was made by Zhang Zhao himself in later generations. It is only more than six feet long, which is about two meters, rather than the real two-foot-long horse spear, which would have been about four meters. The words certainly cannot be hidden.
Along the way, the Uighurs' laughter and laughter filled the camp. They were given millet belonging to Qixiaohu's village, and some young meat was given to them, so everyone was happy.
At the same time, disdainful words also accompanied Qi Xiaohu and others all the way. The Uighurs obviously knew that this was Tang Er who came to give his wife to their Dagan Gedu.
Even the women of the Han leader were sent to Gedu Dagan's bed, so this peach-like valley will belong to them sooner or later?
"Shagouer, why are you the only one back? Where is my brother?" Sure enough, when they were about to reach the middle tent, a Uighur wearing cowhide armor came over and stopped the carriage.
"Brother Alez is lucky!" Shagouer winked twice with a flattering face, "That little girl is whiter than the snow on the Qilian Mountains!"
The Uighur who asked the question was stunned, and a look of extreme jealousy flashed across his face. "If you don't finish what Dagan told you quickly, you will have fun faster!"
With that said, the Uighur stretched out his hand to lift the Shu brocade covering Zhang Zhao's body, "Why is this lady so tall?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Although the sky was a little dark, Zhang Zhao was more than a circle older than Cao Sanniang. The Uighurs who were questioning him clearly felt that something was wrong. Qi Shaohu's face in front changed and he was already ready to pull out the hidden treasure. The short knife in the inner robe.
"Saz, has that Han lady arrived? Once she has arrived, let her come over quickly, Dagan is waiting!"
A short, fat Uighur suddenly appeared in the distance. He was the one who held a short knife against Zhang Zhong's chest that night to prevent him from passing by. The short fat man was wearing a short coat carelessly, and it looked like he was in the mood for drinking.
"You bastards, you eat meat and drink alcohol while I'm freezing here! Even Alez can find a girl to live in."
Saz stretched out his hand halfway, then immediately retracted it. After muttering a few words, he waved his hand in disgust, signaling Shagouer and others to come over quickly.
Ge Du was already a little drunk. In fact, he was not a Uighur from Kucha who migrated westward, but an Uighur from Anxi who had been annexed by the Uighurs from Gaochang.
His ancestors were still members of the Uighur royal family, and they were sent by Yehu Pang Teqin of the Anxi Uighurs to contact the Kucha Uighurs.
It was just bad luck that when Ge Duo's ancestors arrived in Kucha, the Tubo people chose to move all the Kucha Uighurs to the Qilian Mountains in order to prevent the Uighurs from the two places from joining forces.
It's better to meet by chance than to invite! From then on, Ge Du's unlucky ancestor could only settle down in the Qilian Mountains.
The Qilian Mountains are so bitter! It is extremely cold most of the year, with snow falling in June, and grass cannot grow high even in the cold weather. There is a shortage of salt, food, and clothing. Anyway, anything for human use is lacking!
It would be better if Ge Du was an ordinary herdsman, at least he could accept his fate, because no matter where he is a herdsman, life is like that.
But it happened that Ge Duo, the convulsive ancestor, passed down his identity as a member of the Uighur royal family to his descendants from generation to generation.
After arriving at Ge Du, comparing the fairy-like wealth of the Uighur Palace in the old man's words to the current miserable situation, fortunately Ge Du had not read many books and did not know that there is such a thing as depression in the world, otherwise he would have been accurate. The depression has to pass.
Therefore, Ge Duo, who could not bear the bitter cold in the Qilian Mountains, couldn't wait to take some of his tribesmen down the mountain to Shazhou as soon as the Tubo people weakened.
The poverty in the Qilian Mountains tempered Ge Duo's strong body and cruel character. Therefore, after they came down from the mountain, they quickly established a foothold and became the biggest hidden danger in the sandbank area.
After another bowl of turbid millet wine, Ge Duo, whose head began to feel dizzy, stood up. Why hasn't Shagouer sent that beauty over yet?
When elder Ge Du told him about the wealth of the Uighur royal court, without exception, there would always be an outrageously beautiful woman to show off the wealth.
However, no one can actually tell what the beauty looks like, because the Ge Du family has not seen any beauty for several generations.
So when Ge Du saw Lady Cao Sanni for the first time, he realized that he had found the beauty he had fantasized about for decades!
So Ge Du decided not to care! Regardless of his original intention, he was to occupy this valley and devour Qi Xiaohu, and then use Cao Sanniang to extort a large sum of cloth, salt and grain from the Shazhou Cao family.
Regardless of the order of Renyu Khan of Ganzhou, who had become the Uighur Khan of Kucha, to let them penetrate the sandbank as nomads.
Ge Du just wanted to get this beauty! Because such a life is considered complete. He is already in his forties this year. If he lets this beauty go, he may never have another chance in this life.
The chariot was getting closer and closer, and the charming light was reflected on the Shu brocade. Ge Du glanced at the two guards beside him.
The guards wore cowhide armor inlaid with iron plates, with their hands on the handles of their swords. They were his most loyal men. They would never drink as long as Ge Du drank, ensuring Ge Du's safety at all times.
"Beauty! Hehe!" Ge Duo held a short knife and walked towards the chariot with a slight flutter. Sha Gou'er and the other four put down the chariot according to Zhang Zhao's plan, and then quickly retreated to the corner to prepare.
Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched Ge Duo, while Ge Du happily used the scabbard to gently lift the Shu brocade covering the 'beauty''s head.
He never thought that Zhang Zhao, a little kitten, would dare to resist, and he never thought that Zhang Zhao would dare to go deep into the tiger's den to deal with him when there were dozens of long-term horse bandits around him.
The gorgeous Shu brocade slowly fell, but what appeared in front of Ge Du's eyes was not a beauty, but a golden-armored warrior squatting on a chariot.
Changes suddenly occurred! Zhang Zhao jumped out of the chariot with an ejection, and his target was Ge Du.
'Ding! The short knife in his hand stabbed Ge Du's abdomen, and blood rushed out immediately, but if he stabbed it further in, he couldn't get in!
Mudd! This bitch was actually wearing a piece of chain mail, which is Chinese chain mail. Although the quality was not very good, it was stabbed through by Zhang Zhao, but it still had some protection. It looked like it was bleeding, but it was just a scratch. Broken epidermis.
'Grass! Zhang Zhao cursed angrily. With this opportunity, he actually had armor. The short sword could no longer kill Ge Du. He could only kick Ge Du away with a flying kick, and then dodge back with the force of the recoil.
"Dagan!" The warrior on the left was the first to react. He shouted and did not come up to kill Zhang Zhao. Instead, he turned around and grabbed Ge Du and started running back. He was indeed very experienced.
After the warrior on the left shouted loudly, the warrior on the right quickly drew out a Tibetan sword. However, he did not come up to chop Zhang Zhao. Instead, he confronted Zhang Zhao and began to scream strangely.
not good! There are many Uighurs and few among us. As time goes by, the danger becomes greater!
