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Chapter 89 Poets Who Don't Like Poems (2)

"Stop, attack the Tang officials in the street. Do you want to provoke the war?" Suddenly, Zhang Qian didn't even have a stick on his head. He had to make a fuss, rush forward, spread his arms and blocked the Tubo mounts directly in front of him.

Although it was an eighth-grade green parrot, it was an eighth-grade Tang Dynasty. The Tubo warrior opposite was stunned, shouted and slapped the weapon into the scabbard, and grabbed the horse whip hanging on his wrist again.

They did not dare to use a knife to chop Tang officials near Chang'an City. Otherwise, if the war between the two countries resurfaced, even if they were not cut off the sacrificial flag by the angry Tang army, they would have to be ordered to dismember the five horses after they returned!

However, it is absolutely impossible to let them stop.

Over the years, although Tubo has been defeated repeatedly in the war with the Tang Dynasty, he was the one who took the initiative to attack. After losing, he could bring a lot of stolen property to the plateau.

Therefore, although the upper class of Tubo now decided to lie on firewood and taste gall, and to obtain craftsmen, farm tools, seeds and books from the Tang Dynasty by marrying a princess, Tubo warriors at the bottom still had contempt for the Tang people and refused to suffer any loss in their daily interactions with the Tang people.

"Durile, Nande, Hula, you three, here!" One of the guys dressed in a leader, used a horse whip to point the left side and gave orders. Then, he quickly pointed the horse whip to the right side of Zhang Qian's body, "Nobu, Baila, Seergen, Wuya, you, over there. Use a whip to smear the mouths of the two scholars. Leave some face to the Emperor of Tang, don't touch the green robe in the center!"

"Get order!" The Tubo villains divided into two left and right swaggers and started to speed up again. The whip in their hands was raised high again, making a snap sound in the air.

Zhang Qian had only one person, and his clone was unable to do anything. How could he stop so many villains at the same time? He was so anxious that his forehead was filled with sweat. Just as the fire was burning, he heard the war horses crying on the left side of his body.

Turning his head and looking carefully, he saw two Tubo villains who were circling around from the left. One of them was hit by Tukoji on the forehead and fell to the ground. The other one, because the war horse under his crotch was smashed to his nose and lost control of his mount, was so anxious that he screamed on the horse's back.

Look at Wang Zhihuan, hiding his body within the protection of Wang Han's sword, waving his arms repeatedly. Every time he threw out a piece of earth trash as big as a fist, or a stone, he actually shot it without any fist!

The two sides were too close, and the mounts under the crotch of several Tubo villains could not increase their speed at all. They could only use their height advantage to attack Wang Han with a horse whip. Although Wang Han was tall, his hands and feet were extremely flexible. He actually walked around the circle, stabbed or thrust with a sword to block the way of several Tubo villains, so that the latter's mount could not pass over him and approach Wang Zhihuan's side.

It was a time to say it, and it was fast. In total, only seven or eight finger-bounces, four Tubo villains had already been beaten under the mount by Wang Han and Wang Zhihuan. The leader of the Tubo villains, who led the army, circled two circles in a row, and the mounts were forced to be opened by Wang Han with his sword, which made his eyes angry. He suddenly turned his heart, bent down, and pulled out the steel knife by his saddle again.

"Han slave, die!" He had no courage to cut off Zhang Qian, an eighth-rank official. However, he only needed to grasp the right measure and not kill him on the spot. So when he was angry and angry, he immediately became fierce.

I thought that if this knife was used, it would be able to remove at least half of the scholar's arm. However, unexpectedly, the scholar disappeared from the corner of his thigh. Immediately, he felt a cold at the base of his thighs, and the heart-wrenching pain went straight to the top of his head from between his legs.

"Go down!" Wang Han was really ruthless and didn't talk much. He stabbed the Tubo villain leader's thigh with one sword, then drew his sword, jumped up, and soared into the air. His legs sat firmly on the other party's back, and his left hand rushed forward.

"Ah" The Tubo leader twitched all over his body in pain. How could he have the strength to resist? He pushed off his mount and rolled back and forth in the bare farmland with his thighs.

Wang Han, who had taken the mount in his hand, was too lazy to look at the man more. He gently knocked his legs against the horse's belly, urging his mount to face a Tubo villain closest to him, and stabbed the other party's arm that was drawing his sword with one sword.

"Ah" The Tubo villain also screamed in his mouth, covered his bleeding arms, and fled away in a panic.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the last villain decisively gave up the attack on Wang Zhihuan and ran away. Where was it too late? Wang Zhihuan let out a long roar and quickly caught up from behind. He first smashed him under the horse with a stone, then jumped beautifully and jumped onto the mount steadily.

"Brother Zhang, get on the horse quickly. The Tubo slave in front is back!" Wang Zhihuan was so proud that he drew a Tubo sword in his hand. "Today, let the three of us brothers teach them how to be a human being!"

"Brother Zhang, get on the horse quickly, beware of the Tubo slaves being angry!" Wang Han also pulled a Qinghai horse with an empty saddle and approached quickly, and at the same time loudly sent a warning message to Zhang Qian, "Those people are going crazy, but ignore it!"

"Go up, I'll be right now!" Zhang Qian also saw that the group of Tubo people who had previously slapped their horse's eyes were all roaring and stumbled back. He stuttered and stuttered, took the reins from Wang Han's hand, and tried to lift his left foot and stomp on the stirrup.

In the 21st century, a good horse is more expensive than a BMW. A slow horse in a tourist area costs at least thirty yuan each time he rides. As a poor student who is like a fake bag, how could he master riding? After working three times in a row, he finally stepped onto the saddle. His legs could not hold the mount at all. He relied on his excellent balance and gritted his teeth and struggled to support him.

Wang Han and Wang Zhihuan, both of them are from different families and have started to learn the Six Arts of Gentlemen since childhood. Therefore, after watching Zhang Qian's first step of getting on the horse, I realized that this person might not be able to sit steadily on the saddle, let alone fight side by side with him. So, they shook the reins and took the initiative to greet the Tubo warriors who had turned back. In the process of acceleration, they moved closer to each other, like two door panels, blocking Zhang Qian tightly behind him.

"Jia, Jia, Jia..." Seeing his friend fighting with the Tubo people, he became a burden, Zhang Qian was ashamed of shame. He grabbed the reins with his left hand and shook his strength. His right hand raised high and slapped the neck of the war horse.

"Sigh, Sigh" the mount under his crotch was so painful that he moved his four hooves while sniffing. However, because the reins were pulled too tightly, the corners of his mouth were sore that he could not boldly accelerate. He had to keep spinning around in the same place.

Zhang Qian was dizzy and became increasingly unaware of what to do. Just as he was in a state of turmoil, a light shout suddenly came from his ears, "Stop, Xidou, stop immediately! I will only ask if any damage to the three of them!!"

"It's you?" Zhang Qian turned his head instinctively and saw a familiar and unfamiliar face of a woman.

Brocade hat, light fur, long hair in the wind. Please collect, vote, and reward. It is said that the 7th is recommended at the meeting, so it will definitely break out on the day of the 7th.
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