Guangcheng raised his head in astonishment. Only then did he realize that at the wedding venue outside Guangcheng Castle, about twenty strangers had barged in.
Several brothers of the same race who were arranged to go out to guard were not only captured, but also gagged and placed on the back of the horse.
These people were all wearing black leather armor. Guangcheng could tell that this was the best cowhide armor, with iron sheets and hard boards added to key parts.
This is relatively light and has good protection. What he is holding in his hand is a long spear that is most beneficial to horse fighting. It is very similar to the horse spears used by his ancestors that are treasured in his family.
Chi Tian, who was also shocked, was even more nervous, and beads of sweat were falling from his head.
The horses and equipment of these people were so good. Chi Tian suddenly realized that if he dared to draw his sword or run away, the man wearing fine leather armor, with a spear barrel slung on his back, and two fine iron shorts in his hand The strong man with the spear will definitely throw the spear on his back at him in a few breaths.
Chi Tian secretly calculated that he couldn't dodge all four of them no matter what, not to mention that on his left, there was another extremely majestic man staring at him.
This strong man was taller than his horse. He had short hair and beard, and his exposed arms, neck and hands were covered with scars. His copper bell-like eyes were radiating murderous intent.
Chi Tian had no doubt that such a strong man could easily overturn his horse to the ground with his bare hands.
At the same time, not only Chitian, but also the young people from Guangchengbao who were gathered around him all realized something was wrong.
A dozen or so of them were squeezed into the middle by about 20 people from the opposite side, and their escape was cut off. None of them dared to move or shout, for fear that if they provoked the other side, they would suddenly take action.
But these were nothing. Guangcheng stared at the mighty-looking leader opposite, a very young general. The young general just spoke not Uighur, but Chinese, with the correct and pronunciation of Chang'an Yayin.
"You can understand, you really can understand!" Zhang Zhao pointed at Guang Cheng and shouted excitedly. "Whose son are you from? Do you dare to tell me your last name?
I heard that there was a white-haired prince in Anxi who was well-born and very loyal. He guarded Anxi for decades for the imperial court. Doesn't such a great hero and loyal minister have any courageous descendants? "
He is talking about my ancestors! He is talking about my ancestors!
Although Guangcheng often doubted the existence of the heroic ancestors described by his father's generation, he rarely felt proud of those dry descriptions.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt an unprecedented glory, like the feeling of drunkenness, which went straight from his belly to his head, and even two red clouds flew out of his face.
Just as Guangcheng wanted to admit loudly that he was the descendant of this hero, the young leader with shining eyes suddenly stopped him with a wave of his hand.
"No! You don't need to admit it now, because the descendants of that old hero will not be able to protect their own women!"
Guangcheng was choked immediately, which made him feel uncomfortable all over. The unprecedented sense of humiliation suddenly replaced the newly rising sense of glory. This contrast made him roar almost uncomfortably.
"Look! Someone is coming. I think they are here to get you back to the fortress, but I suggest that we should go and get your woman back now.
How about we talk about your heroic ancestors after you have wiped away the shame from your body?
Because he is not only your heroic ancestor, but also the hero of all of us, all Tanger!
Do you dare to go with us? "
Zhang Zhao's words were carefully considered. How much recognition do the Guo family still have of being a Tang person?
Especially since they have been here for hundreds of years and were ambushed by the Uighurs pretending to be a court. Will their love lead to hatred? Will they resent the court for abandoning them?
These must be taken into consideration.
Therefore, Zhang Zhao decided to open a gap with young people first, and the way to quickly close the relationship was for everyone to do a big thing together.
Guangcheng looked back at the anxious face of Chengtou's father, and then at Chi Tian, whose guilt had not completely faded away. He even thought of A Luoluo's flower-like smiling face and slightly bulging abdomen.
"Chitian, are you willing to lead the way for me? Are you willing to continue to be my brother?" Guangcheng asked.
"I...I do!" Chi Tian nodded heavily, "I know where Dad and Aluoluo are, I will take you there!"
"This gentleman, I will go with you!" The young man's impulsiveness and concern for face made Guangcheng quickly make a choice.
Heimao is the leader of the Black Wolf Tribe. He is called Heimao because he has a bunch of thick and long black hair at the corner of his mouth.
The so-called Black Wolf Tribe is not a serious tribe. Perhaps they should be called a group of thieves. They are a group of bastards between horse bandits and ordinary herdsmen.
But two months ago, the Black Wolf tribe of Heimao turned out to be the existence that the surrounding tribes and herdsmen needed to look up to.
Because they believed in the Tianfang Religion, after Saktu regained Balasagun, although the old nobles of Balasagun refused to recommend Saktu as Alslen Khan, Saktu could still give Balasa Gun has already believed in some benefits of the tribe of Tianfang Religion.
It was at that time that Heimao was appointed as the head of a hundred households by Saktu, and he also received a batch of leather armor and iron swords from Shule. From then on, they started shaking.
However, after Saktu hurriedly withdrew from Balashagon a few months ago, the status of the Black Wolf Department began to decline sharply.
If he had not been so blessed that he did not participate in the siege of Saktu, and Balashagon was threatened by the Persians and the city had no time to clean him up, this small black wolf tribe would have long ceased to exist.
"Chief Hechi, I, Heimao, will never lie to anyone. Master Burke from the Persian Saman Kingdom has sent someone to contact me.
Let me tell you this, the Persian army will soon enter Balasagun. Think about it, with the Great Khan of Bugla gone, who is still qualified to be the master of Balasagun?
It must be His Majesty the Emir, the Emperor of Samania! "
At the banquet, Heimao was still dragging Hu Chui, a herdsman leader whom he called Hechi.
In fact, no Burke from Persia contacted him. A small character like him was not worth the attention of the Persians.
But Heimao is very smart, because after hearing about Balasagun's defeat in Julan City, he quickly thought that the Persians would come back soon.
Then he used this news to make a big boast, which frightened the leaders of the small tribe around him and quickly treated him as a big shot.
Moreover, Heimao also likes Hechi's daughter Aluoluo, and he doesn't care even if Aluoluo is already pregnant.
Except that people on the grassland don't care much about raising cubs for others, and Aluoluo is very beautiful.
Heimao's biggest idea was because Aluoluo was going to marry the son of a Nestorian prudent virtuous man from Heye City and the young master of Guangcheng Fort.
This is the most famous force around He Lie City. If he can slap them in the face, wouldn't that prove his power even more! Only then will the surrounding herdsmen truly begin to surrender to him.
In addition, these Nestorian dignitaries are already preparing to retreat to the mountains, and there is a high probability that they will not come to him for this matter. It can be said to be a coup with huge benefits and minimal risks.
"Aluoluo! Aluoluo! I'm coming to find you!"
Just as he was about to brag about himself, a high-pitched shout suddenly came from outside the tent, followed by a chaotic cry and the heavy sound of horse hooves on the ground.
He Chi, who was sitting on the black-haired head, froze. This voice was all too familiar to him. It was the voice of his once most proud son-in-law, Guang Qing, the prudent and virtuous son.
"You little wolf cub dares to find you here, you are really looking for death!" Heimao's face darkened. Although he was a little panicked, he still pretended to be extremely angry.
Don't be afraid, I brought fifty cavalry today, half of them have leather armor, and everyone has iron swords. It's not that easy to deal with.
"Oh my God! Where did this noble man come from? Hechi, we are going to be doomed!"
But as soon as he went out, an old man with disheveled hair rushed over. This was Hechi's second-in-command.
At this time, everyone who came out of the tent looked up and realized what the old man meant by "noble".
Hechibu lived in a mountain col with a small river on the left. But at this time, except for the river, there were a large number of knights in other places.
They all wore black leather armor, and their horses were all tall and tall. Everyone could draw a bow and shoot an arrow while galloping.
The fifty riders brought by Heimao were like chicks meeting an eagle in front of them. They were quickly overtaken one by one and were either stabbed to death or shot to death. Their screams spread throughout the col.
"Heimao! I join your ancestors!"
Hechi shook suddenly, and a young general on a white horse rushed out from the opposite side, holding a sharp spear in his hand, and rushed towards him, no, it should be towards Heimao.
Hechi tilted his head, where is Heimao?
Damn it!
While he was stunned, Heimao had quietly climbed onto the horse tied at the entrance of the tent and was about to run away.
'Poof! 'The dull sound of an iron gun entering flesh was heard, and Heimao, who was in a hurry, didn't even resist. He was stabbed to the core as soon as he climbed on the horse's back.
Under Hechi's horrified eyes, the 'big man' who had just been bragging about meeting the Persian governor of Balasagon in the future at his banquet fell to the ground like a dead dog.
"Don't kill me! Aluoluo is in the second tent."
He Chi knelt down directly in front of his son-in-law, who had always been kind to him and Yan Rui, and was a bit flattering.
Guangcheng snorted coldly and stabbed the black-haired corpse with his spear, then turned and walked towards the second tent. Chi Tian, who was running behind him, quickly helped his father up.
A pair of fateful mandarin ducks hugged each other and cried. The sour smell of love began to float everywhere. Of course, only Zhang Zhao could smell it.
For arrogant fools like Man Xiong, Dunzup, and Ma Shacai, they have no concept of love at all.
If you like a woman, you just want to sleep with her. If you like a woman especially, you want to sleep with her very much. At worst, you can marry her back home after sleeping with her.
oh! That's not right. Someone else felt it. Ma Yaozi looked at Guangcheng and Aluoluo who were still crying with a look of discomfort on his face. He suddenly remembered the little widow Mei Niang in Shouchang.
She didn't know if the ten dollars he left her would be enough for her to use until she went back, if another man would take advantage of her, or if she was bullied.
"This gentleman, from today on, you are my great benefactor in Guangcheng! Haven't you asked me your name?"
After hugging his head and crying for a minute or two, Guangcheng raised his head and bowed to Zhang Zhao.
"Hahahahaha!" Zhang Zhao laughed heartily when everyone looked confused.
Because this solemn ceremony and the phrase "I haven't asked for your name yet" mean that the Guo family has not forgotten their roots.
Otherwise, Guangcheng, who was born and grew up in Anxi, would not know how to bow and speak in such a formal manner. This is Tang'er's biggest characteristic.
"I am Zhang Zhao, you can call me Mr. Zhang Erlang. I came from Shazhou to find Tang'er like you.
Opposite me are the descendants of Zuo Pushe, the Chancellor of the Tang Dynasty, the Imperial Censor, the Protector of Anxi, the Jiedushi of the Four Towns of Anxi, and the Prince of Wuwei County, Guo Gongbaixin? "
"Your Excellency, Guo Guangcheng, is the seventh generation grandson of Guo Xingong. Is Mr. Zhang Erlang from the Tang Dynasty?
Is it a court angel? Is Datang coming back? "Guo Guangcheng trembled all over, and then asked with tears on his face.
