Time slowly flows away. From noon to afternoon, and then to the golden sunset shines on the eaves of the Governor's Mansion at the end of the South Street in Dunhuang City.

At the eight-character wall outside the mansion, a large number of idle people were gathering, listening to the scholars interpreting the latest two government orders there. Everyone was excited and satisfied!

In the side courtyard of the temporary Governor's Office, Ma Taifu of Shazhou Prefecture was sighing with his Shaoxing rank, "Senator Jia is cruel enough!"

This is probably a common view in the civil service system in the entire Dunhuang City. Jia Senator is young, but he is ruthless and cruel, so he is a person who cannot be tempted.

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In the evening, the sunset was like fire, which was stained with Dunhuang City. The Hu Shang Guli Mansion in the east of the city had been seized. The family assets of five Hu Shangs, Pilian, Ye Xi, Wu Heti, Luogan and Acai, were also seized.

In the quiet courtyard of the deputy general's mansion in the west of the city, Miao Qi, who was frustrated in life, danced weapons on the school field for half an hour. Under the service of his beloved concubine Murong Xue, he took a shower and spoke to his staff member Xie Chan in the courtyard.

On the small table, a pot of rice wine and a few plates of cold dishes.

Miao Qi drank alone, silent.

Xie Chan sighed in his heart. It was a chore to find General Miao at this time. He was unwilling to come. What countermeasures could he have? He said carefully: "Sir, Yang Wei said that the news of Tuyuhun's rebellion was heard from Guli and Baye Gu tribes. This is probably to prompt Tuyuhun to gather cavalry!"

Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, announcing it in public will only make the Tuyuhun tribe disinterested and virtuous. It is very unwise.

Miao Qi sneered and said angrily: "Let them make trouble." He is a left-behind Dunhuang. But the situation in Dunhuang is no longer under his control.

Xie Chan nodded gently. At that time, the boss will come forward to clean up the mess, or persuade the Tuyuhun people to withdraw and turn the tide.

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At this time, the Hu Qi who was detouring had arrived in the small oasis arranged by the Tuyuhun tribe. The Hu Qi was sitting on the ground, feeding horses, or wiping knife and arrows. The sunset fell in the valley of the oasis.

It's closer to the public trial at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning!

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It's late, no moon.

In Guazhou City, Qi Chi and Zeng Jigao talked in the study of the Marshal's Mansion.

In the wing rooms on both sides outside the study, there were bright lights, and dozens of officials, officials and staff were busy and busy. How could they not be busy in the battle on the front line? News from Dunhuang: Public trial tomorrow. At the beginning of Xu tonight, Hu Qi attacked the camp once.

The study room is not big, there is a desk of books, all of which are confidential documents coming and going. A set of seats is placed next to the window.

Zeng Jigao sat in the chair, put down the secret letter handed to him by Governor Qi, and sighed with a smile: "Jia Ziyu and the Grand Marshal cooperated very well. He was a first-class person in conspiracy and tricks! He deserved to be a person who came out of the court!"

Qi Chi was wearing casual clothes, in his early fifties, with a square face and long beard, and was very strict. At this time, he raised his head and laughed, saying, "Ji Gao's words imply that this governor is very sinister!"

Zeng Jigao also smiled. He had such a temper and spoke more straightforwardly, saying, "Master, Xun Yang should be here. It depends on tomorrow."

Qi Chi didn't say anything, nodded gently, and a sharp light shot out from his eyes. He wanted to fulfill his promise to kill Hu Qi and build Jingguan in Beishan.

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When Qi Chi and his staff were "chatting" before the war, in the camp of the Baye Gu Tumen, Baye Gu Tumen, who was close to his subordinate, Tong Luo, was chatting late at night. He married the noble daughter of Tong Luo's tribe, the pearl of the Mobei grassland: Uniry as his wife. At this time, he was behind his army.

Baye Gutumen was in his fifties, with a half-white hair and beard. He drank with Poshi in the big tent on the mountainside and said, "Poshi, you have always been careful. Do you think there are loopholes in my plan?"

Poshi had a high nose and deep eyes, blue eyes and yellow hair. He sat behind the table and chairs on the blanket, holding a bowl of horse milk wine, and pondered: "Taiji, your plan has no flaws. If you want to say yes, it is to send Baye Gu Xiaode as the head coach of attacking Dunhuang City."

Baye Gutumen smiled and said, "He is a little wolf cub. It's not a problem. On the contrary, we will fight hard tomorrow in Guazhou! Stop the main force of the Zhou people and force them to be unable to return to the aid."

This issue was discussed at the military meeting in the afternoon, and there were various response measures. Poshi couldn't tell any tricks and thought about it.

Baye Gutumen squinted his eyes and looked outside the tent. His expression gradually became firm.

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The bright moon in the sky.

On the Gobi Desert in front of the official road between Dunhuang and Guazhou, 8,000 people from Beijing camp were calmly setting up camp. They were still twenty miles away from Dunhuang.

Xun Yang, the general of Yaowu Camp, patrolled the camp and looked into the distance of the horizon. The Dunhuang City could not be seen.

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The situation is like a tight bow and arrow, and the tension becomes tighter and tighter with constant pulling force. In the late night, Jia Huan did not sleep. He got up from Beishan, Guazhou, and from Dunhuang. The pictures everywhere formed a compact scroll.

The war is about to break out in the east corner of the Western Regions!

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The morning light on the first day of the September 1st appeared in the sky, and in the big river twenty miles northwest of Dunhuang City, people called horses neighing! Nearly tens of thousands of people gathered from one tent after another, gathered under the tiger's banner of the famous Wang Fuzhong of Tuyuhun tribe.

The sound of horse hooves shaking the earth.

Fu Zhong stopped his horse on the hillside, looking at the cavalry in his tribe. His horse was strong, with a smile on his face and slowly raised his right hand.

"Ho! Hoo!"

The Hu cavalry's spears suddenly hit the ground, screaming and making shocking calls! The trumpet behind Fu Chong blew the horns of the cow. The desolate sound of "wow" resounded throughout the Great Binghu and floated in the wind. This was the horn of war!

Among the yurt-like tents, the left-behind people stared at the army ahead with a look of hope on their faces. In Dunhuang City, the Han people have countless wealth, women with soft figures and delicate skin. These wealth will be brought back to enrich the entire tribe.

Fu Chong lifted the reins, stepped out half of the horse's head, and sang: "Warriors of Tuyuhun tribe! Yesterday, your king was insulted by Zhou officials in Dunhuang City. He told me to 'get out'. Today, I decided to take revenge!

The 30,000 troops of the Baye Gu tribe have arrived in Dunhuang. They are our solid allies! Now, take up your swords, courage, and follow me to Dunhuang. The wealth in the city will be available to you.

The ancestors looked at us in heaven. Glory belonged to Tuyuhun. Let's set out!"

"Ho! Hoo!"

A burst of cheers broke out on the grassland, and then rows of Hu cavalry began to move out, rushing out of the big Bingze grassland like mercury!

The war begins!

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On the first day of September, Dunhuang City was still in the tranquility of the morning. In the inn station in the south of the city, civil servants began to pick themselves up and prepare to go out.

Yesterday at the State School, Jia Huan announced that Hu Shangguli was tried publicly at 7 o'clock this morning in the south of the city. He did not say that those people were asked to be present. But they must be present.

In the morning light, the crowds in Dunhuang City continued to gather at the entrance of the streets south of the city.

The two streets in Dunhuang City, east-west direction, are in a "hui" structure. The entrance of the street in the south of the city is not far from the city gate. The area is bustling and prosperous.

In the morning light, officials and yamen runners have arrived. The high platform in the middle has been set up.

At 6:40, the sky and earth were still cool with the night. The prison carriage of the fat Hu Shangguli was slowly set off from the Governor's Office.

The sound of cars is scattered.
Chapter completed!