The Jianghan began to plow spring, but the snow in the Western Regions was still extremely heavy. In previous years, King Shule would move to India to spend the winter in winter, and then turn around before summer.

However, at the end of last year, the road crossing the Pamir Mountains and heading south to Tianzhu was blocked by the Tang Dynasty army. The commander of Qimo ignored the two thousand war soldiers in Khotan, and as if he had not seen it, he swung his troops and rushed towards Zhu Jubo, a country whose subordinate King Shule.

The Wututun Geshu, the Western Turkic who guarded Zhu Jubo, was dissatisfied with the emperor and ministers of Zhu Jubo, and decided to resist to the end. He also secretly ordered the Turkic cavalry of Geshu's army to go to the golden tent to seek help.

Starting from November of the 14th year of Zhenguan, many universities in the Western Regions were caused. After the snow disaster, the five departments of the crossbow lost their posts had to rob the Persian caravan before they could breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the Tang army marched slowly, a large amount of cotton-wool military funds and specially crafted sleds allowed the Tang army to attack the established targets at a speed far superior to the Turks.

In recent years, the countries in the Western Regions found that the Tang army was increasingly fighting against historical common sense, but there was no way. Only qualified and excellent cotton and wool fabrics were produced in the Tang Dynasty, and only a very small area of ​​the Tang Dynasty. Except for purchasing by the Ministry of War, most of the situation belonged to the category of luxury goods.

If it weren't for the special background of Qiemo's Duwei, I'm afraid that half of the cotton linings of the generals in the Dunhuang Palace would be kept.

All countries in the Western Regions knew that the Han people wanted to celebrate the New Year, but at the end of the year, the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" Ge Shujubo rode alone and asked to surrender, and Zhujubo's arrangements inside and outside the royal city were informed of all the arrangements inside and outside the Zhujubo's king city.

Later, in order to show his merits, Cheng Chubi specially changed his name to Geshujubo.

"It's a hindrance." Cheng Chubi, who had a tiger beard, looked at Geshu's reef, and when he opened his mouth, the white air dissipated, like a bear gushing away the clouds and mist. "You have merits and virtues."

Cheng Chubi, holding the horse whip, looked at Zhu Jubo's royal city not far away, grinned, and opened his mouth like blood: "For your decisiveness, you can protect half of the people who are guilty of death."

"Thank you...Thank you Grand Marshal!"

The shaking Ge Shuju was almost collapsed. The Tang Jun, who was woven in red and black, was like a steamer that could only smoke in the snow. At first glance, they were white air rising one after another. Under the armor mask, there were pairs of impatient eyes.

Blood-red, blazing, manic...

Cheng Chubi did not ask why Geshuju betrayed Geshu's Tutun, nor did he ask Geshuju if he had any hatred with the nobles of the Western Turks, because it was unnecessary.

On the last day of the 14th year of Zhenguan, the royal city of Zhu Jubo was captured, and the king of Shule race fled in a panic and followed the Western Turkic Tutun Geshuji to escape the Tang army's identification and killing.

All the soldiers who fight against victory are the unjust souls under the Tang sword.

On the first day of the New Year of the fifteenth year of Zhenguan, the city covered in red and colorful colors was filled with a breath of happiness, but the remnants of Zhu Jubo Kingdom were trapped in fear.

"The villain greets the Grand Marshal..."

Shule, who was extremely humble, prostrated himself and then offered his skin, cattle and sheep, maids, slaves, gold and silver. At the intersection of the city, the armor was pressed on the hilt of Cheng Chubi, who was holding a sword in his hands. The cold wind blew the thick hair and beard under the helmet, and it was covered with ice and snowflakes.

The marching record room quickly took people to count the supplies, then logged in the account book, and then nodded.

Qimo Duwei waved his hand, and the Shule people immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shouted repeatedly: "Taiwei Duke Wandae! Taiwei Duke Wandae--"

Although his Chinese language has a strong Longyou accent, it can be said very well, which made Cheng Chubi very satisfied. He turned his hand slightly and said to his guard: "You can speak Chinese language, you are a useful person. Give him a thumbs up and see his luck."

"Yes, the captain!"

Soon, the Shule man, who was originally happy when he was out, was suddenly stopped by a strong soldier. In a panic, he saw what the soldier said, which made him happy. He nodded and bowed repeatedly, stepped onto a donkey and hurriedly went home to report the good news.

At this time, another Shule man stepped forward and presented supplies. However, on the other side of Cheng Chubi, Ge Shu, wearing a mask, said something in a low voice. He immediately made Cheng Chubi sneer, raised his sword and pointed it, and immediately rushed out of the executioner with his chest and breasts exposed, and held the man down. Without waiting for a shout, his hand raised the knife and fell. The head fell, and blood spurted out several feet, which scared the group of wealthy families in the royal city trembled even more.

"It seems that there are still not enough people who die."

Cheng Chubi stood up and his voice reached the entire street intersection. After he said this, Ge Shu, wearing a mask, immediately translated a loud sentence.

With just one sentence, the rich families in the city who were already as beautiful as earth no longer had a chance, and quickly ordered their families to prepare for it.

If you lose money and your family, you can save money and your life will disappear, and you will lose everything.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Every time Cheng Chubi took a step on the wooden platform, he would chop the floor with a horizontal knife. He was already stout. After years of joining the army, he was full of violent and manic in the army. He was not as gentle as Changsun Chong, nor as obscene and cunning as Qu Tuquan. He was neither a sword nor a horse spear, nor elegant nor clumsy.

Like any soldier in Qiemo Army, he is like a horizontal knife on his waist, simple, direct and sharp.

“We don’t have many people.”

The dull voice sounded again, and Cheng Chubi said with a grin as he walked, "The Turks are very close to us, and the people in the city have escaped again. Perhaps, in a few days, a large army of Turks will come here again. You people..."

He raised the horizontal sword again, but it was not about killing people, but just because he raised the horizontal sword, the rich families in the city and the nobles who had no time to escape were all lying on the ground, afraid that the blade would point at him.

"Ha." A mocking laughter sounded, and Cheng Chubi turned around and walked slowly. The armor on his body made his already sturdy figure look even bigger. Ge Shu, who followed him like a servant, was frustrated by a big circle.

"You will definitely think that when the Turks come, you will be saved. Your money, your cattle and sheep, your slaves, your..." He said this, and suddenly he picked up a row of maids standing under the wooden railing. The maid had a typical bloodline of blood, curly hair, blankets wrapped in a body, a pink and white arm exposed to the air, with a branded mark, "Woman."

"ha……"

He let out a long breath, and the white mist was bursting. The evil ghosts originally mentioned by the people of Khotan were becoming more and more like.

"I guess all of yours will return to your own hands after the Turks come. That's what you think."

Cheng Chubi grinned, "You still think, maybe, I... will be afraid of the Turkic army, and then, with my people, return to Qiemo. After all, we have few people."

For a moment, it was silent and quiet as a grave.

“This is a good place.”

Cheng Chubi looked around, "What a good place, such a good place, how could I leave it all?"

Dong!

The horizontal sword swung violently, and cut off the wooden railing with one knife. Cheng Chubi threw the maid of the Seeds in his hand aside, and then shouted to the four directions: "Now the Qiemo army is the vanguard, conquering three cities in a row and destroying the Zhu Jubo Kingdom. However, there was a Turkic counterattack in front, and there was no support from Dunhuang in the future. If you fight, you will fight to the death! You guys teach me whether to fight or go--"
Chapter completed!