Chapter 18 Seizing the City(2/2)
Although he couldn't understand what the people outside were saying, the veteran quickly opened the door latch.
He raised his hands above his head and took a few small steps forward without even raising his head. He knelt on the ground again and bowed to the ground.
The few people behind him also imitated the veteran's behavior and knelt down on the ground in the same way. One person couldn't hold back his curiosity and raised his head to glance at Jia Hui on the horse, then lowered his head again.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the man fell to the ground. A still trembling arrow was inserted between his eyebrows. The bone at the arrowhead had already sunk in a piece.
Ma Lin, who was standing behind Jia Hui, put down the bow in his hand and glanced at Asr, who understood.
"Lower your head! You answer whatever I ask, otherwise, the person behind you will be your fate!" Asr shouted in Tubo at the kneeling people.
The veteran replied immediately.
Life or death is a matter of a thought, there can be no hesitation.
"Young people must know everything they know!"
Asr nodded and looked back at Jia Hui. Jia Hui thought for a while. He found a few capable people who stayed at night and understood Tubo language, and each of them took a prisoner and went to interrogate him separately.
"You ask him, how often do these people contact the east, how far is it from Bangor, and how many people are there?"
Asr immediately relayed it to the veteran in Tubo.
The veteran immediately replied: "To tell you what, sir, I just contacted Bangor three days ago. The next contact will be in twelve days. The road will be at least more than 1,200 miles. The horse race will take at least seven days. I don't know how small the number of people is, but it is not as good as in previous years."
Much more."
After saying that, I lay down even lower.
Asr translated the veteran's words to Jia Hui, and after speaking, he stood aside. Jia Hui glanced at the man next to him, Ye Busuo, who nodded slightly.
Jia Hui felt relieved.
Asir has indeed sincerely surrendered.
After asking a few more questions and the veteran answered them one by one, Jia Hui stopped asking.
The veteran finally had a chance to observe his surroundings, without moving his head and only looking around with his eyes.
It turned out to be a fully armored army!
The veterans are envious. There are not enough supplies on the plateau, and the Tubo people are not enough. Especially when the Heshuote people came in nearly a hundred years ago and killed the last Tibetan Zanpu, they even squeezed the living space of the Tibetan people.
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Especially when King Khan was young, he went north to Hetao and was defeated by the Qi people, and a large amount of weapons and equipment were lost in Hetao.
Now, even a suit of rusty iron armor, which was made in Tubo for at least two hundred years, is being fought over and bloody.
A garrison like me would be happy to be assigned leather armor for a long time.
All of them are in armor!
The Central Plains is too rich.
As for the puddle of meat mixed with rags and marked with horse hoof prints on the right front, the veteran ignored it.
Not long after, several Ye Fushou came back from the interrogation and gave a pair of confessions, but there were not many discrepancies.
A large army appeared in the distance. Jia Hui stood up and looked ahead.
Shi Yuanxiu and others have arrived.
After nearly four months of high-intensity marching, we finally gained a firm foothold on the plateau.
Chapter completed!