Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Fang Xuanling looked at the expectant eyes of his colleagues, listened to the urging whispers, and read hard.

"We fought a wave outside Songzhou City and killed more than 3000 people. After I took over Songzhou, my father went to Suoyang City to fight again and killed more than 3000 people. Logically speaking, Tubo would not dare to do so in a short time. Something happened, but our supplies team was ambushed. Colonel Shi Kuan commanded it well, not bad. The defensive counterattack killed more than 400 people on the other side, and nothing happened on my side. I have to remember my father-in-law for this credit. I know you will definitely do it. If the army comes to change the defense, I will ask the skilled craftsmen from Zhuangzi to come with the army to take care of it, as well as some follow-up supplies."

Li Shimin was annoyed: "If you want to recite it, can you recite less nonsense and recite the last ones?"

Fang Xuanling had humbled himself to the dust at this time, wishing that there was a hole in the ground for him to go in and play hide and seek.

"If nothing happens to the members of the workshop, they will put pressure on you, father-in-law, after I leave Chang'an. They won't talk to me or you, because they are afraid that you and I will have a chance to react. They Whatever you think of others is what you think of others. I already know the distribution of workers in the workshop. I will improve it here and show it to my father-in-law when I return to Chang'an. If they still come to bother you, the workshop will All of them will be shut down immediately and indefinitely, as if I am not in Chang'an and they will be able to point fingers at my things."

Li Shimin said calmly: "You didn't talk to him, and you didn't talk to me. You took advantage of his absence in Chang'an to force me to hand over those elements in the court. My good son-in-law is right, you are all a gang." A complete villain."

All the civil servants hurriedly knelt down. "Your Majesty, forgive me! I have to do this for the sake of the country and the dynasty, and I have no choice but to take this step!"

Li Shimin waved his hand: "Noisy, except Liu Zhenghui is for the country, how many of you are really for the country? I'm tired, let's go back."

Wang De stepped forward and blocked Fang Xuanling. Fang Xuanling shook his head helplessly before he could speak, and turned around to leave the Manlu Hall first. Seeing that Fang Xuanling had left, all the officials quickly ran away. Afraid of running too slow, Li Shimin would be killed on the spot if he got angry again.

Li Shimin looked at the scenery outside Ganlu Hall and took a sip of the fried tea sent by Zhuangzi.

"Wang De, why did I bother me so much when that kid was in Chang'an? But now that he's gone, I'm really thinking about it." Li Er was very melancholy.

Wang De said with a smile: "The Prince Consort always says that His Majesty sends him to do this and that, but he always manages things beautifully for Your Majesty. Most of the time Your Majesty annoys him because of the Prince Consort's mouth. He is really a bastard." Living ancestors.”

"The woolen sweater I wear inside, the tea I drink, the countless chickens, ducks, and pork on the dining table, the new weapons of Tianwei Army, and the dazzling workshops. Alas, I can still live without this boy. No longer alive. Wang De, do you think the prince can supervise the country? I really want to go to Songzhou to fight alongside him." Li Shimin took a sip of tea depressedly.

Wang De was already sweating. He didn't know what to say. He squeezed his thigh tightly in his sleeves with his hands. "Quick! Say something, say something! Say something, anything!"

Wang De held it in for a long time and still couldn't say a word. His legs went weak and he knelt down.

"I dare not speak arbitrarily about the prince or state affairs. Your Majesty forgives me."

Li Shimin also felt bored when he saw him like this: "Get up, what are you talking about? If I ask that boy, he will definitely say: 'Yes, come to Songzhou and follow me on the battlefield. It would be great if you hit an arrow and go straight to the sky. .'"

Narba had returned to Chang'an and found his brother with the supplies obtained from looting the village.

"Failed, more than 500 of the 70 people came back. We set up an ambush." ​​Narba stared at Narmo.

Narmo was a little surprised: "Didn't it mean that there were only more than 500 of them, and the ambush of 400 to [-] was discounted by more than [-]? Could it be that the information on the number of people on the opposite side was wrong? How many are there?"

"It's not more than 500 versus more than 500, it's more than 500 of us versus more than 100 of them. We set up an ambush." ​​Narba's eyes were already red.

Seeing that his brother was having a hard time communicating, Narmo called over a personal guard and asked, "Tell me! What's the specific situation?"

"They had 400 people in the vanguard and 100 people responsible for escorting supplies. We did not catch up with their large army, but found their supply team. We set up an ambush, and the other party responded quickly. After the fight, the sky thundered and killed many of our brothers. They all use a kind of black stick. As long as they point it at us, our people will fall off their horses." The guard's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

Narmo immediately took the fight and said, "What are you dreaming about in broad daylight? Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

Narba's eyes were dull and he didn't know what he was looking at: "Everything he said was true, and one of them went crazy on the way back. I dream every day and wonder if what happened that day was true."

Narmo stood and was digesting what the guard had just said. At this time, someone outside brought in a roll of wrapped sheepskin. The man whispered a few words to Narmo and went out.

Narmo held the parchment scroll sent from Tibet in his hand and hurriedly opened it and read it. After reading it, Narmo quickly walked up to Narba and grabbed his collar.

"That stick, and that thunder! Tell me carefully what they are! Wang Ting is also affected by these things. They want us to find out information in Chang'an. Get out of here if you don't ask."

Narba looked at Narmo: "They hold the stick in their hands, with their left hand in front and right behind, and their eyes looking forward from the tail of the stick. Lei, some are thrown by human hands, and some are thrown with something inserted in front of the stick. I don’t understand what came out. All I know is that if that thing hits the crowd, no one will survive.”

Narmo picked up the broom in the corner and threw it to Narba: "Show me how they took it."

Narba assumed a gun-holding posture, which was not accurate by the standards of the Tianwei Army, but it was adequate.

Narmo took out a crossbow from the box under the bed. This crossbow is the divine arm crossbow that has not yet been completely replaced in the Tang Dynasty. The one Yuchi Baoqi helped the craftsmen of the Ministry of Works improve.

"Looking from the rear, they must be aiming at you. Can you see the bowstring of the stick? The fired crossbow?" Narmo picked up the crossbow and took aim, speculating.

"I'm not a fool! No matter how new a crossbow is, I can tell it's a crossbow. There are no crossbows at all! Blood spurts appear on everyone's body after being pointed at them. Even if a normal crossbow hits the chest, the person can still survive. Move twice. With one point of the stick, the person will be unable to move immediately after taking out the blood." Narba was a little angry.

"Did they make any sound when they pointed sticks at you? In that battle, besides the thunder that you said would sound, was there any other sound?" Narmo guided his brother step by step.

After thinking about it carefully, Narba seemed to have it but was not sure. He stood up, ran out and called a few guards to come over and ask them about Narmo's problem.

"It seems that in addition to the cry of killing and the sound of thunder, there is also a clicking sound. It is smaller than the sound of thunder, but louder than the cry of killing." A guard frowned and recalled carefully.