Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Every head that fell to the ground was like a dull drum sound, and everyone who heard this "drum sound" did not make a sound. Even the sound of their breathing was as soft as possible.
Occasionally, a human head would hit a rock when it fell to the ground. The "Bang" sound would turn into a "Puchi" sound, as if a watermelon had been smashed. The muscles at the corners of the eyes of the people on and below the city walls would twitch a few times in a strange manner.
No one could have imagined that Yang Fan would have such a method to end this war. Head after head fell to the ground, gradually extinguishing the anger and grief in Xie Man's heart. All that was left in his chest was endless sorrow.
Their enemies were beheaded, their enemies were beheaded, and the Xie Man tribesmen who had been harmed by them wept like rain.
Song Chumeng and Song Wanyou, uncle and nephew, stood at the gates of the city, their bodies trembling incessantly.
Every swing of the saber felt like it was chopping at their necks, causing their hearts to palpitate with fear.
Yang Fan stood next to them as if nothing had happened, showing no reaction to what was happening before him.
He had played a trick on the Tubo Great Minister in the Turks, causing the Tubo Great Minister to tear apart the cloth of shame. All he cared about was finding the other party's weak point, wanting to ruthlessly take a bite out of it.
This time, Wang Xiaojie's attack on the Four Garrisons of Anxi had caused the Tubo Great Minister to be able to defeat the allied forces of the Turks and Tubo in one fell swoop. This was also an important reason why the Tubo did not send the War God Lun Qinling, who had repeatedly defeated Wang Xiaojie.
And not letting Lun Qinling take command was precisely because the Tubo King was suspicious of him and did not want him to wield military power. Who could have thought of the little game that Yang Fan had played in the Tubo city several years ago?
Yang Fan didn't do anything earth-shattering during his trip to Tubo, but the magic trick he played had a far-reaching and huge impact. It was not only related to the gain and loss of a city or a land, but also related to the fate of several countries. Since ancient times, how many people had such ability?
Those who are good at fighting have no illustrious battlefield.
In Xue Yantuo, he had played the Turkic army in the palm of his hand. Not only had he succeeded in stirring up a conflict between the Turkic Emperor and Empress, he had also forced the army of one hundred thousand to flee in panic. They had lost nearly half of their soldiers and generals, so much so that the Turks had not yet fully recovered their strength.
How many things did he do in the imperial court? How many storms had his shadow been behind them? How many powerful ministers were promoted or demoted because of him? To him, those were the true perilous waves, the waves that could shake the heavens! Presently, he'd only killed an Imperial Censor and a hundred soldiers. Even though it was able to terrify the tens of thousands of Xie Men below the city walls to the point their faces turned ghastly pale, to him, it was only like seeing a shallow stream, and it truly couldn't be said to be spectacular.
Yang Fan stood there with his hands behind his back, and was still chatting cheerfully with Song Chumeng.
But while he had a smile on his face, his voice was faintly reproachful and stern. "The envoy and Duke Ming did not conspire with Liu Guangye. It can be said that the two of you were dissatisfied and opposed his actions in the Man Province. It is a pity … you did not act, and instead lent troops to him, even if he committed such evil deeds!"
Yang Fan's tone became deeper as he said, "So, even though you did not commit evil, you cannot avoid the suspicion of indulging in evil. You two, you are the leaders of a large clan, and should protect the safety of the people. But now, you have failed to fulfill your duty, and have failed the people! "
"Pew!"
Another sound of a blade cutting through the neck came from ahead. Song Chumeng and Song Wanyou shuddered and hurriedly agreed.
A shout came from the top of the city walls. "Imperial Envoy Yang has said that today, imperial envoy Yang has received the will of the Emperor, and has killed the evil to give you justice. My fellow villagers are angry and have gathered below the city walls. Today, the evil has been eliminated. You should quickly retreat, and do not cause more trouble. If you do not retreat, you will not be able to escape the name of rebellion. When the army of the court arrives, you will be crushed!
The leaders of the caves, streams, and villages will restrain their forces and immediately return to the village. The imperial envoy will not send a single soldier to pursue. Today's action of besieging the city can also be reported to the Emperor by my family's imperial envoy for forgiveness! Tomorrow, my family's imperial envoy will personally go to the village to discuss the aftermath with you. My family's imperial envoy will go alone to show his sincerity! "
That night, the Miao Man of the two caves, three streams, and nineteen villages retreated like the tide!
The torches were like dragons of fire, and then scattered into the sky full of stars, hiding in the mountains and forests until they could not be seen.
A great chaos was invisibly spread.
… …
The Old Ancestor of the Song Family sat on a rattan wood chair, silently looking at the rainwater that had formed lines under the eaves.
This rain had swept away the heat, and there was a sense of coolness.
The old man was old, so Song Wanyou very considerately put a blanket on the old man's knees.
A cluster of golden camellias bloomed under the porch. The leaves were dark green and as thick as leather. The narrow and round leaves were shiny from the rain, and the edges of the serrated leaves were slightly white. The golden flowers were dazzling and shiny, as if they were coated with a layer of wax, giving them a translucent quality.
The cup-shaped, pot-shaped, and bowl-shaped flowers were delicate and beautiful, beautiful and elegant. They were as beautiful and moving as the two yellow-robed maids standing under the pillars of the porch.
Song Chumeng and Song Wanyou stood on the old man's left and right.
Song Chumeng sighed, "Even in my dreams, I hoped that Liu Guangye would leave our barbarian province as soon as possible, but I did not expect that he would use such an intense method to solve the problem. But, fortunately, there is Yang Fan to take care of everything. "
Song Wanyou also smiled, cheerfully looking at the gray sky and the garden that had been washed clear by the rain. He said contentedly, "This rain is good, washing away all the blood and returning peace to our barbarian province."
The old man's eyes were half-opened, looking at the golden camellias swaying under the curtain of rain. He seemed to be daydreaming, but the two juniors' complacent words entered his ears without missing a single word. The old man suddenly snorted softly, and Song Chumeng and Song Wanyou quickly bowed and closed their mouths.
The old man was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Who said everything is over?"
The two bowed again, not daring to say anything more.
The old man sighed, "This storm has just started, just started … …"
Song Chumeng and Song Wanyou looked at each other, somewhat puzzled, but did not dare to ask.
The old man was silent for a while, then said, "Remember, we will do whatever the court tells us to do. We will listen to whoever sits in the court! This way, no matter who sits in the court, they will not be worried about our Song family, and will not blame our Song family for what happened in the past. You have done well in the past, and you will continue to do so in the future. This is the foundation of our Song family, which can be protected for generations to come! "
Song Chumeng and Song Wanyou bowed together, "Yes! We will follow the teachings of the old ancestor! "
The wind and rain were like smoke, shrouding the entire Miao village in the misty mountain rain.
Miao buildings were built along the mountain, row upon row. The Miao building that Yang Fan stayed in was built on the hillside, a typical Miao building style. It was a two-storey wooden building, with three rooms on the second floor. In the middle, there was a bamboo railing that extended outwards, and it was an open style. Sitting inside, one could have a panoramic view of the scenery outside.
At the foot of the mountain were patches of irregular mountain fields, and a silver river flowed through them. The head and tail of the river were hidden in the rain and fog. There was another small path that meandered around the Miao buildings, all the way to the river at the foot of the mountain, and across the river to the green mountains on the other side, like a long yellow snake.
There were wind chimes hanging under the eaves. There were not many wind chimes, only a total of seven, but there was wind, so the sound of the seven wind chimes rose and fell, interweaving into a melody with a rhythm that never repeated.
The rain fell under the eaves, from sparse to dense, from dense to sparse, sometimes clanging, sometimes pitter-patter, just like the crisp harmony of the wind chimes. Therefore, there was a hint of gentleness in the crispness, making the beautiful melody played by the wonderful hands of nature even more enchanting.
There was a middle-aged man sitting in front of Yang Fan. He was a middle-aged Han man, and there was a pouch in his hand. Looking at his attire and appearance, he looked like a traveling merchant. However, it was a little strange for a traveling merchant to appear in the mountainous Miao village.
There was a middle-aged man sitting in front of Yang Fan. He was a middle-aged Han man, and there was a pouch in his hand. Looking at his attire and appearance, he looked like a traveling merchant. However, it was a little strange for a traveling merchant to appear in the mountainous Miao village.
There was a merchant's unique smile on the traveling merchant's face, and he answered, "Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing!"
Yang Fan smiled faintly, and said, "Good! Then I can rest assured! "
The traveling merchant smiled and said, "Yang Langzhong, you should be rest assured. What you need to do is to follow the trend and borrow the momentum to dig a river canal. When the canal is completed, the water will naturally come! And this water, to us, is not a difficult thing to do … "
The traveling merchant also took a look at the curtain of rain outside the building, and gently stretched out one of his hands, allowing the cool rain to pour on his hand, and then flowed through the gaps between his fingers. He said leisurely, "It can be big or small, it can rise or hide, it can be big or small, it can be big or small, it can be big or small, it can be small, it can be hidden, it can soar in the universe, it can be hidden in the waves. No one can underestimate it! "
Yang Fan knew that he was talking about the dragon, and he also knew who he was actually referring to.
Yang Fan was silent for a while, and nodded, and said, "That's good, half of the country can be settled!"
The traveling merchant retracted his hand, and looked at Yang Fan, "I heard that Lang Zhong still has to go to Chang 'an after this trip, then let's meet in Chang' an. The matter is urgent, I have to rush back immediately. "
"Good!"
Yang Fan stood up, and the traveling merchant smiled as he stood up, and said to Yang Fan, "Yang Langzhong, this canal was dug very well, the elders all admire it very much. When you reach Chang 'an, perhaps there will be nobles who would like to meet you! "
Yang Fan cupped his hands, and said, "It's my honor!"
The traveling merchant walked towards the door, and Yang Fan suddenly asked, "You came in a hurry, and you also left in a hurry, but you still haven't announced your name."
That person let out an 'ah', and said, "Yes, yes, I was too rash!"
He turned around, and solemnly cupped his hands towards Yang Fan, and said, "My surname is Lin, and my name is Zixiong, greetings to Yang Langzhong!"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, and said, "Real name?"
Lin Zixiong was slightly startled, and then laughed involuntarily, and said, "I am not some big shot, this name … is naturally my real name!"
In a Miao building of exactly the same style, on the second floor of the fence.
Hu Da, Hu Er, Hu San, and Hu Si were accompanying Sun Yuxuan, and Doctor Sun was drinking wine from a bamboo tube. Sun Yuxuan drank until his face was like a monkey's, and his eyes were blank, but he did not forget to introduce an important matter to his four brothers-in-law, and his brothers-in-law, "I … I have been single since my wife passed away two years ago …"
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