"ah!"

Li Qiwu was old, his muscles and bones were loose, and every move hurt. He had never suffered such a serious crime, and he felt that hell was nothing more than this.

Screaming, his teeth hit a hard object and fell off, bleeding profusely.

When I touched it with my hand, it was a stone.

Li Qiwu grabbed the stone and smashed it on Gao Hui's calf. Then, while Gao Hui was staggering, he swooped up and hit Gao Hui on the head with the stone.

Gao Hui struggled wildly, trying to dig out Li Qiwu's eyeballs with his hands covered with horse dung. After groping for a while, he finally pressed his thumb into the eye sockets, and blood immediately flowed out of Li Qiwu's eye sockets.

.

"puff."

"puff."

Li Qiwu's mouth was full of feces and his eyes were full of blood. He hit Gao Hui three times with his hands and finally killed Gao Hui. Before that, he always felt that Gao Hui was a general and he could not beat him. But if a general

It's been too long since I've been on the battlefield, but that's all.

"Pooh!"

He stood up unsteadily, looked at the corpse on the ground, and burst into tears thinking of the elegant self he had been during the Kaiyuan and Tianbao years, the one who drank tea with Lu Yu and debated scriptures with Huai Su.

"Datang! My Datang, how did you become like this?!"

"Emperor Gaozong, the Great Sage Queen Zetian, please open your eyes and take a look at the Tang Dynasty now!"

Li Qiwu cried and vomited out the horse dung in his mouth. He sadly thought to himself, what if he killed Gao Hui? Will he continue to lead the way for the Tubo people? He was really hurt by the Supreme Emperor.

But when he turned around, he was surprised to find that no one was guarding the stables.

The fierce battle with Gao Hui just now was so serious that he didn't even realize that the Tubo army had suddenly been defeated.

After opening the fence and walking outside, I saw that the entire camp was in chaos. The Tibetan troops with horses were running to the northwest. The herdsmen without horses were holding their cattle and sheep and crying bitterly. The sound of gold and shouts could be heard in the distance.

It's so annoying! Things in the world are so unreasonable. He obviously didn't need to fight Gao Hui to get out safely, but he had an eye gouged out and a mouthful of shit for no reason.

He didn't know where to escape. He didn't want to be caught by the Tang army, nor did he want to be captured and tortured by Dazalu Gong, so he ran to the north where there were fewer people, planning to remain anonymous in the future.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting came from the tent ahead, and Li Qiwu hurriedly hid.

I peeked and saw that the Tubo soldiers were killing people. The ones who were killed were the soldiers around Gao Hui. In front of them was Gao Hui's tent. With a few screams, the Tubo soldiers killed someone and left.

Just as Li Qiwu was about to leave, he suddenly had a thought in his mind. Gao Hui's advice to Da Zhalu Gong to come to Qianling was not really asking him to be buried in an urn, right?

"It makes no sense for such a stupid plan to disturb Emperor Gaozong."

Even so, he still walked to Gao Hui's tent and rummaged around.

Suddenly, someone groaned: "Mr. Li."

Li Qiwu turned around and saw a young soldier who was seriously injured on the ground. He hurried over and asked, "Does Gao Hui have any contact with the imperial court?"

"I am under General Bai... I stole the letters from Dazhalu Gong's tent... and presented them to the court..."

"Okay! Okay!" Li Qiwu was overjoyed and said, "I'm here to save you, can you share some of your credit with me? I also care about the court, so just say that I helped you. This time the disaster

I will do my part to win."

He hesitated, stretched out his noble hand, and pressed the soldier's wound.

But hot blood still trickled from the seams of his hands.

Li Qiwu was so frightened that he cried loudly and said: "Don't die, I will save you, you save me."

"The letter... is wrapped in wax pills... and is in my... belly..."

"What?" Li Qiwu didn't understand and asked, "What kind of letter is it? Can you protect me?"

The soldier murmured: "The national crisis is imminent... When the Tang Dynasty passes through this most difficult period... life will be easier..."

Li Qiwu felt that he could no longer hold the wound, so he turned around to look for a bandage or medicine.

But gradually, he felt that the heartbeat in the soldier's body was getting weaker and weaker.

"Don't die, you have to go back with me."

"Go home...my home is...Jingling County..."

"I am the Governor of Jingling! Tell me, where is your home and what is your name?!"

The soldier didn't answer anymore, his eyes widened with endless nostalgia, and his heartbeat had stopped.

He had the greatest contribution to the great victory of the Tang Army, but he did not even report his name to Li Qiwu until his death.

"Mom, what's your name? If you don't tell me your name, how can I prove that I'm a loyal minister?"

Li Qiwu stood up cursing and wanted to leave dejectedly. But suddenly he thought of something, stopped and looked back at the corpse on the ground in a daze.

After a while, he picked up a knife, held it in both hands, and trembled at the corpse.

"The letter you risked your life to get back, you don't want it to be useless in the end, right? I'm following your last wish."

After saying this, Li Qiwu knelt on the ground, cut open the abdomen of the corpse with a knife, raised his hand, and reached into the red-hot body.

His hands were covered with blood and mucus, and he finally touched a round wax pill.

Picking up the wax pill, he turned around and walked away. After taking a few steps, he hesitated. After hesitating for a long time, he turned around, found a big knife, and dug up soil under the cypress tree next to him.

While digging hard, he muttered: "It is your great grace to let you be buried with Qianling."

He couldn't do such rough work, and he dug from day to night without digging out much soil. Finally, he dropped the knife in frustration and stood there stupidly. His waist was hunched, his head hung limply, and his eyes were bleeding.

His body reeked of shit.

"Also, who am I and who are you, so that I can dig your grave?"

Talking to himself, Li Qiwu slapped his useless self and turned around to walk towards Tang Jun.

He clenched the wax pill in his hand, held it high, and shouted: "Loyal minister, I am a loyal minister of the Tang Dynasty!"

The soldiers of Tang Dynasty ran over and pushed him to the ground. He did not resist, but kept repeating the same sentence.

"Loyal minister, loyal minister..."

~~

At night.

Wang Nan sat in the big tent, wiping his iron gun and listening to the military situation.

"Dazarugong fled westward, and Guo Xi has led his cavalry to pursue him."

"Has His Majesty arrived?"

"Your Majesty has arrived more than ten miles north."

The king rarely stood up and said, "I will go and greet you personally."

"One more little thing, the army captured Li Qiwu."

"Li Qiwu?" Wang Nan asked: "The prefect of Shaanxi County, the Li Qiwu who supported the noble counselor An Lushan?"

"Yes. Because of this, he was not allowed to be reused in these years. He went to collude with Tubo. This time he was captured alive, but he said that he was a loyal minister of the Tang Dynasty and had stolen important information and presented it to him."

"Where's the information?"

A bloody wax ball was handed to Wang Rulan's hand. He crushed the wax ball directly and unfolded it. Inside was a letter, all written in Tubo script.

It was rare that Wang had been in Longyou for a long time and could understand Tubo writing, but after reading it, he frowned and showed a puzzled expression.

“‘Trisong Detsen overstepped his authority’, what does this mean?”

He was in a hurry to see Xue Bai and did not dwell on the matter. He collected the letter solemnly and rushed to the northern camp to see Xue Bai overnight.

They worked together for a great cause back then, and now that Xue Bai has ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, Wang Bao was less excited about this matter than others.

When he rushed to the camp, he first saw Bai Xiaode listening to reports at the camp gate.

"Gao Hui is already dead. Presumably they were not spared either."

"If we look for it again, we will see people alive and bodies dead. At least we can't let them bury their bodies in the wilderness."

As Bai Xiaode said this, he turned around and saw Wang Nannan, so he went up to meet him, chatted for a few words, and then mentioned that the spy he sent to the Tibetan army had not returned yet.

Wang Rao suddenly realized something, took out a letter from his arms and handed it over.

~~

In the prisoner camp, Lang Jiezan was lying next to the fence and fell asleep. He felt that another Tang Army horse came over and licked his face, and he impatiently avoided it.

Then, I heard footsteps coming from outside. It was Tang soldiers escorting several prisoners.

"I told you that I am a loyal minister, and I have been risking my life to gather information for the Tang Dynasty!"

"Let go and take me to see His Majesty..."

Lang Jiezan looked around and found that Li Qiwu, the minister of Li Tang who had exchanged tea for slaves with him, was shouting non-stop.

Speaking of which, it was precisely because of this deal that he was caught, but it was precisely because of this deal that he was not killed.

Over there, Li Qiwu was shouting, and when he looked back, he suddenly said: "He can prove it! Ye Butong, tell them that I am going to take you to the Tang Dynasty to play music for the Emperor, tell them!"
To be continued...