He devoted himself to his 50 years of innocence to his stern practice, and he was able to grab the claws that were enough to penetrate the stones. He saw that he could just stand with his back to himself casually, as if he was completely unprepared to break his head. However, in an instant, the universe was turned upside down and the good situation was gone. Despite the helplessness and unwillingness, the claw finally had to stop suddenly. At this moment, it was less than three inches away from the back of Yang Zhao's head.

However, it was only three inches away, but it was as wide as a chasm. Just because the Black Sun Dharma King knew that after stopping, he would never have the chance to kill the young enemy in front of him who was so young that he was jealous of him but his cultivation was so high that he was so scared that he could not kill him.

However, no matter whether the Black Ridge King attacks or stops, Yang Zhao didn't care at all. Even if he looked back and looked at the Black Divine Pope, he was not interested in looking at the Black Divine Pope. He held Songzan's gum in his hand, smiled at Nan Risan and said, "Zanpu, the appearance of this child is really printed in the same mold as Zanpu. I guess he is His Highness. If Zanpu doesn't want anyone to die, then he should order it."

Nan Ri Songzan's face turned pale, and he didn't know how to make a decision for a moment. Originally, since his son was captured, he should make a quick decision to abandon his son and order his Iron Armored Army to attack with all his might. The little yellow-mouthed child would die if he died, and at most he would be reborn in the future, but how could he compare with the countless wealth on the land of the Great Sui Dynasty?

But everything is always exceptional. Songtsen Gampo's son is unique. When Songtsen Gampo was born, he took office as the Pope of Hei Tan, and claimed that this son was the incarnation of the great compassionate Guanyin (thousand-armed Guanyin, also known as the Thousand-armed Thousand-eyed Saint Guanyin), and he will become the saint of the wheel-turning king in the future. I don't know whether this is true or false, but Songtsen Gampo seems to be very confusing since he was a child. Nan Ri Songtsen sometimes comes to interest and takes his son to deal with state affairs. This child under ten years old can often hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head. Therefore, Nan Ri Songtsen is extremely fond of him and has high hopes for him. Such a good son is simply his treasure, how can he give up if he says he is willing to give up?

All kinds of thoughts turned around in the blink of an eye. Nan Ri Songzan laughed dryly and said, "General Yang..." Before he finished speaking, Yang Zhao suddenly looked dark and he slapped Songzan Gampo's shoulder. But when he heard the light sound of the broken bones of "Ka~", Songzan Gampo, who was originally knocked out and drowsy, woke up by the severe pain. Subconsciously, he opened his mouth and cried out loudly. The shrill crying sounded in Nan Ri Songzan's ears, as if he had dug up a piece of flesh in his heart. His face changed drastically, and he said angrily: "Who is surnamed Yang, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhao didn't raise his eyelids, and pointed out "Puff~" Songzan Gampo's mute hole in the place. The little child was immediately speechless, no matter how he tried his best, he could never make any sound. He could not cry out loud as a catharsis, which suddenly surged to twenty. How could the little child bear it? Songzan Gampo twitched a few times, and immediately fainted in tears. Nan Ri Songzan was shocked and anxious, shouting: "If my son had something... what... I swear that you must be buried with you!"

"Swear? Can Zamp's oath be counted?" Yang Zhao replied with a sneer, then shouted sternly: "Immediately ask your person to withdraw. Otherwise, the next time your son will break his arm, but his neck!"

Songtsen Gampo is not yet ten years old. There is no room for resistance and struggle under Yang Zhao. If Yang Zhao wants to kill him, it is easier than killing an ant. In terms of the current situation, if you want to rescue Songtsen Gampo from his subordinates, let alone the Black Sun Dharma King cannot do it, even the martial arts myth of Nangong Wentian will not be able to do it. However, in fact, deep in Yang Zhao's heart, he is extremely reluctant to use such a child as a hostage, and he is even more reluctant to torture him. Unfortunately, he has to do so. If there is no hostage in his hands, more than 200 of his subordinates today

The Ruishi must be wiped out here, and the large area of ​​rich Sui territory behind him will be completely unprepared for this, and they can only let the Tubo army ravage and loot. If this is true, I don’t know how many innocent civilians will be killed, and how many villages and towns will be razed to the ground. The tragic situation will be a hundred times and a thousand times as much as Songtsen Gampo is currently suffering. The two evils are the least. If they are forced to do so, even if they are unwilling, Yang Zhao will not be able to worry about these minor matters. It should not be. After all, Songtsen, the most important thing in Nanri, is to lead a large army to invade the Sui Dynasty, and should not have brought a son with him.

While speaking, reinforcements from the Tubo village in Jiuzhaigou had already arrived. The more than a hundred iron-armored troops who were thrown away by Yang Zhao also stabilized their positions again and came back to gather Nan Risongzan in the middle. If we were to judge the situation, Yang Zhao was already trapped alone in a heavy siege and could not fly away. But he didn't care at all. He just stared at Nan Risongzan, his eyes were so sharp that it was even better than swords. Even as the lord of Nan Risongzan, he dared not look at him. After a while, Tubo Zanpu finally sighed and shouted: "Bayuzebu, I will send me an order, and the three armies will stop the attack."

This Bayu Zebu is the guard leader next to Nan Risongzan, the centurion of the more than a hundred iron armored troops. After hearing the master's order, he nodded with great regret, and then took out the horn from his side and blew it slowly. The vigorous and majestic horn sounded throughout the battlefield in an instant. The Tubo army, who had crossed the trenches and fortifications, was unable to stop attacking the Sui army's Tuzhai, was stunned after hearing this. They fought hard, but no one had any eyes behind their heads, so they had nothing to do with their little prince's prisoner.

I realized that the private soldiers led by the noble generals could break through the Tujiao in front of them with just a little more effort, so even though I heard the sound of the horn, I was unwilling to retreat. However, the three thousand Iron Armored Army, as the main attacker, was well-trained and directly belonged to the royal family. Therefore, when I heard the order, I immediately withdrew without hesitation. Without the cover of the Iron Armored Army, the javelins and arrows projected from the walls of the Tujiao were so fierce that people could not bear it. The private soldiers led by these noble generals had no choice but to shout and retreat.

On the wall of the Tuzhai Village, Zhe Dacao Er, Ouyang Si, Alu Wu, Xiao Liu and others looked at each other, smiled bitterly and breathed a long sigh. Although the offensive and defensive battle just now was temporary, the intensity was the strongest in the past three days. Those invulnerable iron armored troops were like iron turtles, making them unable to start. In just half a stick of incense, more than 30 sharp soldiers were corpses on the spot. Now, the number of sharp soldiers who can continue to fight in the village has dropped sharply to less than 200.

——I was late and wanted everyone to apologize for the dividing line—

I'm sorry to update late. My mother is going back to her hometown in the morning, so I'm going to buy a train ticket. Haha, it's 10 o'clock to update.
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