Datang broom star

——Linglong dice An Hongdou, do you know the lovesickness?

Then came the second letter.

This is for Gao Yang.

The front is the same, but the back... I dream of you every night, tossing and turning, and I write a poem... But I am full of your figure, and I think of drinking with you and watching the moon that night... I only got two sentence.

The famous poet of the Tang Dynasty... unexpectedly only got two sentences.

That naive woman in Gao Yang would definitely curl her lips in disdain, and then with joy in her eyes, she patted the table and called for some wine.

——At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned home according to the colorful clouds.

Is this too youthful?

Gao Yang is careless...

But once these women are moved, Wen Qing is better than anyone else.

If she still can't conceive this time, I just use these two lines of poems to comfort her.

Brother really is a plan!

After sealing the envelope, Jia Pingan raised his head and asked, "How much did you get?"

Someone went to ask.

Later, Qian Muhe came in and said the number: "Those who were beheaded and trampled to death, less than ten thousand."

This is the price of attacking at night, and there is nowhere to escape if you want to escape.

"I have asked the captives. He Mo, the leader of Tuqi Shi, and Zuo Su, the leader of Chu Mukun, have already fled into the city."

"understood."

Jia Ping'an wrote a good report, "send it to the general manager immediately."

The sound of horseshoes disappeared in the morning light.

Jia Pingan went out.

There were people everywhere in front, groups of captives gathered together, surrounded by high-spirited Huihe cavalry patrolling.

The smoke is faint.

Jia Ping'an was in a calm mood, without the ecstasy after the war.

Several sergeants crouched by the fire to warm themselves.

"Last night, I beheaded more than ten people by myself. Later, there were too many heads, so I had no choice but to throw them away."

"Hey! Don't you think the Turkic people are crazy? They want to provoke Datang even though they can't beat them."

"Their temperament is to fight before talking, otherwise the hearts of the subordinates will be scattered."

"Yes, there were a lot of Turkic people back then! The first emperor came to the Weishui River, and at that time the Tang Dynasty... was aggrieved!"

"now what?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Go home and tell the boys at home, don't be afraid of any foreign race... They have hands, feet and a head. The more you are afraid of him, the more rampant he will be. Kill a few, and they will naturally know that they are afraid."

"That's... I used to pass by the place where I was teaching. My husband said that we are descendants of Yan Han and Miao people. In the former Han Dynasty, those people of different races fled in a hurry... Walking on the street, how dare those people of different races look at their ancestors?" take a look?"

"They said that the former Qin Dynasty was also fierce, and the Huns were in a panic when they beat them."

An old soldier proudly said: "Look, the Huns were the most powerful in the former Han Dynasty, but they were wiped out by the big Han. The Turks were the most powerful after that. The Turks were so proud back then, but they don't even look at the ancestors of the Yeyemen. The reason, as long as we stand up, we can slap them to death!"

Jia Ping turned around and walked slowly.

The Miao descendants of the Yan Han, the Great Han respected Huo De, so they were called the Yan Han.And Miao Yi means root seedlings, descendants.

Yan Han Miao descendants... Since then, they have stood up in the world.

A ray of sunlight jumped out from the east, covering the earth in purple.

The sound of hoofs sounded.

Someone came to ask for instructions, "Marquis Wuyang, the corpses of the enemy army are piled up, but do you want to dig a hole?"

"Don't dig a hole, throw it away first."

Uh!

Qian Muhe wanted to find Jia Ping'an after hearing the news, but Li Jingye, who was squatting and eating cakes, said, "Don't go."

"The accumulation of corpses is more troublesome."

"What's the trouble?" Li Jingye said carelessly: "Brother likes to build the Beijing Temple the most."

A chill ran up his spine.

"Jingguan?"

So many corpses.

my God!

"Then why don't you do it?" Qian Muhe felt strange, so he went to ask for instructions.

"Those captives happen to have nothing to do, or..."

Jia Pingan squatted to eat breakfast, looked up and stared ahead, and said lightly: "Too little."

"Too...too little?"

"Ok!"

Jia Pingan lowered his head and continued to eat.

"Mara coins!"

Jia Pingan raised his head and scolded: "Gouyue's cook, you don't need money for salt? The big grains of salt haven't melted yet, it's bitter and salty! Go back and dig a latrine!"

There was snickering on the sidelines.

After breakfast, Jia Ping'an called people.