Gao She Chicken's hands were tied behind his back and he anxiously said: "Commander Xu, everything we said is true. Didn't you check our waist tags?"
Commander Xu waved his hand and said: "Whether you are really our scouts or not, we will know when the people from Shanzhou come to verify it. Don't worry, before the truth is known, I will only restrict your freedom and will not mistreat you."
Gao She Chicken anxiously said: "The Turkic army is traveling day and night and will arrive in no time. They are all cavalry and are not much slower than us. There is no place to defend here, the garrison must quickly retreat to Mingwei Garrison!"
Commander Xu chuckled coldly and said, "Your waist tokens are real, but how do I know that you didn't capture our scouts and impersonate them to lure this general away so that you can plunder the local shepherds? I have the responsibility to defend the land, how can I abandon my duty just because of a few words from you? "
Big Bear stamped his feet and said: "If Commander Xu is worried about this, you can immediately inform all the big and small tribes to move back to Mingwei Garrison. These tribes have all left, if we are thieves, what can we rob?"
Commander Xu rolled his eyes and said: "Do you think it is so easy to migrate the tribes? If the news is not true, who will appease the tribes and compensate them? Who will answer to the superior's questions? Who will bear the responsibility of leaving without permission? "
Yan Zhihe was not a soldier but he did not care how high his rank was. He angrily said: "Bullsh * t! We took such a big risk to deliver the news to you and you, a dog official, still have doubts. Aren't you afraid that the news is true and when the Turkic army arrives, they will swallow all of you in one bite? "
Commander Xu angrily pointed at his nose and said: "Bastard, you dare to speak to a superior like this?"
Yan Zhihe puffed out his chest and said: "I am not your subordinate, why should I be afraid of you?"
"Who are you?"
"I am a horse bandit!"
"Hmm?"
Commander Xu's eyes suddenly revealed a fierce light. Gao She Chicken hurriedly said: "They were called over by us to help."
Commander Xu smiled and said: "Aren't you a scout? When did our scouts become so extravagant that they actually had the money to bribe the horse bandits? "
Big Bear angrily rolled his eyes. Stamping his feet, he said, "We can't explain these things in a short time, but I do know that the Turkic army is about to arrive. If we don't retreat now, it will be too late."
Commander Xu sneered. "Two days ago, this commander received news that the Turks had truly launched an attack on our border army!"
The Kosheki's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "You already know?"
Commander Xu proudly declared: "Of course, the Turks are attacking Juyan Sea, not White Pavilion. Hmph! Are you trying to fish in troubled waters? "
Gao She Chicken was dumbfounded. After a while, he said, "Didn't I tell you just now that they were pretending to attack Juyan Sea? Why did you still fall for it! "
Xu Langjiang sneered and pointed at them, saying: "You are telling me not to believe in the Fire Beacon Signal, but to believe in the words of the few of you who are unknown highwaymen, scouts or spies of the Turks?"
Commander Xu did not wait for him to reply. With a stern face, he waved his hand and said: "Arrest them and send them to the Liang Prefecture to be dealt with!"
The soldiers waiting in the tent immediately dragged Gao She Chicken and the others away. Gao She Chicken anxiously jumped and shouted: "Commander Xu! Commander Xu, no matter what, you should send someone to investigate the situation. Commander Xu … "
The tent was empty. Commander Xu paced around with his hands behind his back and called: "Guards!"
A personal guard entered the tent and cupped his fists: "Commander Xu!"
Xu Yisheng said: "Send a few brothers to the mountain pass to investigate."
Deputy General Xiao Ningfeng asked: "Commander Xu believes their words?"
Commander Xu said in a deep voice: "This is a serious matter. It is better to believe than not. Send a few men to the mountain to take a look."
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Tin Aino slowly woke up and felt a strong warmth hitting her face. She opened her eyes and saw a bonfire not far in front of her. Yang Fan sat beside the bonfire and was putting two pieces of dried cow dung into the fire. The flickering light from the fire reflected on his face, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if it was shining on the blade of a knife.
After more than two months of being tempered by the wind and sand in the snowy plains and desert, after so long of wandering, Yang Fan had lost a lot of weight. However, because of this, his entire person was refined and his aura was somewhat sharp. His hair was unkempt. The messy beard under his chin and sideburns that had not been shaved for a long time added a hint of wildness to his handsomeness.
Quietly looking at him, Tin Aino's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of shyness. She remembered the confession she made to Yang Fan before she died. She really wanted to close her eyes and not open them again to avoid the awkwardness when facing him. However, when her gaze swept past Yang Fan's wrist and saw the bandages wrapped around it, she suddenly remembered his injury and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Yang Fan suddenly turned his head and happily said: "You're awake?"
"Yes!"
Tin Aino was still dressed neatly but she still shyly pulled the soft sheepskin coat over her shoulders and said in a low voice: "Your injury … how is it?"
Yang Fan said: "It's nothing, just a small injury. When we saw the yurt, you fainted. I also couldn't drag you and had to crawl all the way to the yurt and ask someone to save you. Just now, I fed you a bowl of barley paste. Are you feeling better now? "
"Yes!"
The Tian Ai Nu still replied gently and asked, "Where is this place?"
Yang Fan said, "This area is already under the jurisdiction of the White Pavilion. This is a Qiang tribe. Mu En and Mu Si's armies are taking a different route, so they won't pass through here. However, Zhu Tu's army will definitely pass through here. I want to advise them to evacuate as soon as possible. However, I just talked with them. They don't speak Chinese very well, and I don't understand their language. "
"I can do that!"
Tin Aino turned around and sat up. After thinking for a moment, she said: "The Qiang people who live in the White Pavilion area are quite loyal to the Tang dynasty. Where is their leader? I'll go see him!"
Tin Aino struggled to stand up, but Yang Fan hurriedly supported her and said: "Don't worry, they roughly understood a few words and have already gone to find their leader."
Hearing this, Tin Aino relaxed and sat down. Her body was still rather weak, and whenever she stood up, her ears would ring and her heart would race. Right now, it was indeed not suitable for her to exercise.
Hearing that this was a Qiang tribe that belonged to the White Pavilion, Tin Aino was not worried. The Qiang people were a large ethnic group in the Western Regions. In fact, their population was even larger than the Tuyuhun or Turkic kingdoms. However, the Qiang people did not have a unified government and were very loosely organized. In order to fight for control of the plains, the various Qiang tribes constantly fought against each other.
As a result, they were later ruled by the Tuyuhun and Turkic tribes. The Qiang people and Turkic tribes had always been at odds, and the Tuyuhun people and Qiang people had also been at odds. However, the Tuyuhun kings gradually tried to integrate and win over the Qiang people.
Later on, when the Tang people fought with the Tuyuhun people, many of the Qiang tribes killed the Tang officials and defected to the Tuyuhun people. The Tang people could not be considered "harmonious" here. However, the Tuyuhun people had already been annexed by the Tuyuhun people, and even the Tuyuhun royal family had been reduced to second-class citizens. The Tuyuhun people were no longer attractive to the Qiang people.
At present, the Qiang people were the closest to the Han people among the various ethnic groups that remained in the Tang territory. At present, there were many nomadic tribes like the Sogdians, Turks, Tuyuhuans, and Qiang people in the Tang territory. The government was trying to change their nomadic habits and get them to try farming. As a result, there were new conflicts between the tribes.
It wasn't just the traditional shepherds who couldn't accept it. Even their leaders couldn't accept it, because once farming became their main mode of production, their ruling power over the entire tribe would be shaken, and they would be easily taken over by the government.
However, this conflict was mainly between the Sogdians and the Turks. The Qiang people had been familiar with farming for a long time, and they did not have a strong ruling class like the Turks and the Sogdians. Therefore, among all the ethnic groups in the Western Regions, the Qiang people had the best relationship with the Tang people.
"Erlang, I …"
Tin Aino sat down again, speechless. She wanted to say something to Yang Fan, but she felt a little shy and did not want to say anything to Yang Fan. The silence in the tent made her panic. It took her a lot of effort to muster up the courage to say something. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Yang Fan handed her a wooden bowl and said, "Drink some more porridge. There's some meat in it. We've been starving for a few days. Let your stomach get used to it first."
"Oh …"
Tin Aino's words were interrupted. She obediently took the wooden bowl and sipped the porridge. She always felt that she should say something to Yang Fan. At least … she had confessed her feelings to Yang Fan.
In fact, this feeling had always been hazy in her heart. It was not until the moment of death that it suddenly became clear. And now, she had already told Yang Fan about it, and Yang Fan had nodded his head vigorously. She remembered this scene very clearly. She always felt that … the relationship between the two of them was a little different from before. But she didn't know why, she felt that she and Yang Fan seemed to have become more distant.
In the past, when she saw Yang Fan, Yang Fan would always find an opportunity to flirt with her. But now that they had crossed the desert together, drank together, slept in each other's arms, and after that confession at the moment of death, he should be closer to her. Why did he seem to be avoiding her?
Tin Aino sipped the porridge and occasionally glanced at Yang Fan. Yang Fan was still facing the fire, adding cow dung and firewood. His expression was no longer as relaxed and natural as before she woke up. His concentration seemed to be an act, as if he was afraid to face her or talk to her.
Tin Aino gradually became uneasy. Could it be … that he was just brushing me off?
Thinking of this, Tin Aino suddenly felt an incomparable panic in her heart. The nightmare of being abandoned and hurt by her loved ones when she was young had always affected her. She did not dare to completely trust anyone, nor did she dare to fall in love with anyone. It was only when she was waiting for death in despair that Yang Fan used his hot blood to lift the curse in her heart.
So, Tin Aino poured all the emotions that she had suppressed for more than ten years into one person. That love was different from anyone else. It was a kind of fanaticism, a power that she could no longer control. But Yang Fan's attitude made her inexplicably panic. "Could it be … that he actually doesn't like me?"
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