On the snowy ground, there was a sea of people. In the sky, there were colorful flags.
As Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's hot air balloon team gradually lowered its altitude, the Turks below could see so many flying 'birds' that seemed to be flying towards them.
Tens of thousands of Turks looked up. The Turks further away had no choice but to ask the people around them, hoping that one by one they could pass on the news of what was in the sky.
A servant serving Mo Ji Lian also saw the thing in the sky through the open roof of the carriage. He felt his master's body tremble as he massaged Mo Ji Lian. He couldn't help but worry. He mustered up his courage and asked, "Monarch, what, what is that?"
"Something deadly." Mo Jilian said blankly. He picked up the Clairvoyance that Li Longji gave him and looked at it carefully again. When he saw the picture of two rice seedlings standing hand in hand on the cabin of the hot air balloon, the Clairvoyance fell on the soft carpet.
"It's over, it's really over, how is it possible? Aren't they in Jili Province? When did they come here? "Mo Jilian shouted, his eyes full of disbelief.
Que Teqin was also shocked. He didn't need to pick up the Clairvoyance on the ground to know who Mo Jilian was talking about. To be able to scare Mo Jilian like this, and to say 'them' and 'Ji Li State', it was easy to guess who it was even if he thought with his toes.
Thinking of the legend about the two people, Que Teqin asked Mo Jilian with a trembling voice, "Are they rice seedlings? Two rice seedlings with them? "
Mo Jilian didn't say anything, but his trembling body had already told Que Teqin the answer.
Looking up at the floating things in the sky again, Que Teqin felt that his mouth was going to cry and his throat was dry. He said in a hoarse voice, "This is the air force of the Tang Empire? You saw the hot air balloon on Mount Hua? "
"Yes, it seems that Li Longji is anxious. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent them here." Mo Jilian's eyes gradually became clear. There was no use in worrying now.
At this time, a group of people hurried over. They were the advisors of the Turks. The one in the front said to Mo Jilian, "It's too high, we can't shoot it down. It's best to lure them to lower their altitude. As long as we shoot that thing up there, they will fall down."
Mo Jilian didn't answer this person. Weiwei hesitated and said, "Pass my order, the soldiers around the carriage, leave an open space and welcome them with me."
"My lord wants to lure them down, and then …" The advisor wiped his hand on his neck, his eyes shining.
"I want to tie you up and bring you to them. I want to say that it was because you people dissuaded me that I did those unwise things a while ago."
"My lord, you can't. We have countless warriors. If we ask for peace, we will chill their hearts." The advisor knew what Mo Jilian meant and advised anxiously.
"They definitely have more bullets and shells than our warriors. It's better to chill their hearts than to make them make up their minds. You think Wang Juan can't do it? If we do anything else, she can dye the vast grassland red with our blood. "
Mo Jilian said and looked up again. He was afraid that a bunch of grenades would be thrown down from above.
Que Teqin had heard some information from the people who went to Mount Hua. He knew that this kind of hot air balloon battle method. He didn't think that the other party would lower their altitude if they really wanted to hit him. He quickly ordered, "Go, do as my lord says. I will welcome them personally."
At this moment, he finally suppressed his unwillingness. He originally wanted to discuss with the Tang Empire to settle his people who were about to freeze and starve to death. As for himself, he would probably have to live in the capital.
What he didn't expect was that before he took the initiative to contact the Tang Empire, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan actually came personally. Although it felt like a passive surrender, the result wouldn't change.
With the order, the people in Que Teqin's headquarters scattered and made way for the carriage they were in. There was a large open space around it. At least arrows couldn't hit it.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were ordering their subordinates to tie grenades. Each grenade was tied with a thin and strong rope. The length was about three to five meters from the hot air balloon to the ground. When they pulled the string and threw it down, it would stop at this distance. Once it exploded, the shrapnel could fly down from this height. It was much better than throwing it directly to the ground.
When they were preparing, someone suddenly came to report the situation below. The two found a good position to look down again.
"Eh? What do you mean by giving up the carriage they were in? Are you tricking us to go down so that you can catch us all in one fell swoop? " No matter how good Zhang Xiaobao was at psychology, he couldn't guess what Que Teqin and the others were thinking. The black mass of heads below was really dazzling.
"It should be that Mo Jilian understands how we fight. He knows that once we start, we won't kill anyone we meet. Instead, we will target the commander. He knows that he can't escape, so he wants to discuss with us to send someone down to ask about the situation."
While Wang Juan was speaking, she had already seen Mo Ji Lian's figure through the binoculars. Mo Ji Lian walked out of the car and stood on the hard snow that was stepped on by the people in front of her. She looked up and waved vigorously.
Mo Jilian wasn't the only Turkic tribe. There were several other tribes. When they got the general information, they rode their horses to Mo Jilian's location to ask.
When Mo Jilian and Que Teqin saw the worry in the eyes of the first tribe to arrive, Weiwei inwardly sighed. They could see that this tribe was afraid that they would offend the Great Tang and didn't want to fight with them against the Great Tang.
Along the way, many people had come to complain more than once, saying that they sincerely wanted to submit to the Great Tang. With this kind of partner, they wanted to fight against the Great Tang? That was a fool's dream.
While Mo Jilian was waiting, a hot air balloon finally slowly descended from the sky. The hatch opened, and four people came out. Ignoring the gazes around them, they strode over, creaking as they approached Mo Jilian. Their eyes landed on Mo Jilian's face as they questioned.
"My family's young master and young lady want to ask what your Turkic tribe means. His Majesty has ordered you to submit to our dynasty, but you insist on running so far away. Are you looking for a chance to make a comeback? "
Mo Jilian was taken aback. He hadn't expected the other side to be so direct, not giving him the slightest bit of face.
The advisors standing beside him glared at him, their faces flushed red, as though they were trying their best to suppress the anger in their hearts. Finally, the advisor who had the backbone to persuade Mo Ji Lian couldn't hold it in anymore. He stepped forward angrily, pointing at Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's subordinate and scolded:
"Who are you to dare speak to my sovereign like this? My people have countless warriors. Does your Great Tang want to meet my people with weapons? "
Clap! The person sent by Zhang Xiaobao raised his spear. The advisor's head was thrown back, and then he plopped to the ground, his eyes still wide with unwillingness.
"So noisy. Mo Jilian, reply." The person turned to Mo Jilian.
Mo Jilian's face burned as if he had been slapped countless times. His people were still watching. He had been bullied to this extent. If he didn't toughen up, in the future … in the future … why did the hot air balloon in the sky have a reflection, and a single one at that? Didn't the Great Tang's Clairvoyance already have two lenses?
"Esteemed Envoy, my clan, my clan went to the north a few days ago because we heard that there were precious furs and herbs in the north and wanted to gather them to offer to His Majesty. We've already gathered quite a bit, so we're moving toward Feng Province. For these furs and herbs, my clan has already suffered countless casualties."
Mo Jilian had determined that the reflection was the scope of the spear used by Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's personal guards, and he finally knew what to choose.
The other party wasn't just trying to scare him. Perhaps it had taken them many days to search for him, so they were fed up. If his answer didn't satisfy the other party, they would begin to kill all the commanders of his clan.
The person sent down had not expected Mo Jilian to be so straightforward. Looking at the hot air balloon where the young master and young lady were, he hurriedly sent a telegram to ask what to do next.
After receiving the message, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan glanced at each other. The two of them had been prepared for a fierce battle, but the other party had actually so easily yielded.
"It seems that they're very divided internally, and they probably don't have enough food. Otherwise, even if there was a sliver of hope, they wouldn't have come here. It seems that they're truly planning to get in touch with the Great Tang and discuss the matter of completely submitting."
Zhang Xiaobao thought for a moment and analyzed.
Wang Juan nodded. "If that's the case, then didn't we come here for nothing?"
"How could it be for nothing? At least we've traveled for a while, and we know in advance that they're not having a good time, so we have time to prepare. Pass down the order, let Feng Province ask for help from other places, and use all resources to transport food and fodder there."
Zhang Xiaobao ordered the person who was waiting to send the telegram. Wang Juan also said, "Let the people below tell Mo Jilian that we're inviting them and the leaders of each tribe to live on the hot air balloon. The commanders of each tribe should also gather together and follow the designated hot air balloon. The team will be commanded by the deputy."
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