In the evening, after the sun had completely set, there was still a trace of gray light left in the sky.
In the military camp in the west of the city, bonfires were lit on the training ground.
"Come, drink!"
"Thank you, Lord Marquis. We have wine and meat. Tonight, we will not return until we are drunk!”
The flickering flames illuminated the soldiers who were wearing earthen yellow robes, leggings, and gray cloth shoes.
They were either sitting or squatting, with wine jugs in one hand and meat in the other. They tore the meat and drank the wine, their faces oily.
On the handsome table, there was a coffee table.
Lu Bei sat in front of the coffee table, eating roasted meat and drinking wine.
Ruyue and Ruxue were serving him.
Their eyes lit up as they looked at their master and his army.
A strong sense of pride rose from the depths of his soul.
Lu Bei was handsome and young, capable of literature and martial arts, and had military power.
Which woman would not dream of such a man?
They had been reduced to servant girls, but they still felt extremely honored to be able to follow such a master.
"Brothers, do you know where the soldiers from the neighboring camp went?”
Lu Bei, who was sitting on the marshal's platform, asked loudly.
The two servant girls beside him were moved when they saw the way he responded.
"We know. We went to welcome the Turkic dog's envoy!”
The soldiers stopped talking and replied at once.
"The Turks have gone back on their word many times already. They probably haven't given up on their evil intentions this time.”
"If the Turks do it again, do you dare to follow me, Lu Bei, into battle?”
Lu Bei raised his glass and stood up, shouting loudly.
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
The morale of the palace guards was high. The blood-boiling battle roars of the three thousand people carried the determination to crush all the enemy troops and resounded in the east of the city.
Outside the west gate, there were many tents.
The one thousand Turkic cavalry escorting the diplomatic mission were busy setting up camp.
Outside the camp were the 50,000 prefecture soldiers who had escorted them out of the city today.
"Look at these Han dogs. They only sent one thousand infantry to guard against us. Are they looking down on our Turkic soldiers?”
"Hmph hmph, do you think the Han dogs can keep an eye on our cavalry with just these infantrymen?”
"If we were to fight now, with just our thousand cavalry, we would definitely trample these Han dogs!”
The elite Turkic cavalry escorting the diplomatic mission looked fearlessly at the one thousand prefecture soldiers surrounding them.
They even started to study how to kill these Han soldiers with interest.
His eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at the outer area.
When the soldiers saw the contempt in the Turkic's eyes, they were enraged.
Both sides glared at each other, and the atmosphere became subtle.
All of a sudden, murderous shouts came from the city.
The voice carried an unstoppable domineering aura, sweeping over like a flood.
It was the battle roar of the three thousand palace guards from the western military camp!
The Turkic soldiers heard the battle cries and stared at each other with wide eyes.
"What happened?"
"It seems to be the sound coming from the military camp in the city!”
"Han dog, you really hid your most elite soldiers and tried to confuse us.”
The shouts of battle in the camp had shattered the pride of these Turkic elites.
With just three roars, the one thousand Turkic elites had restrained their contempt!
The prefecture soldiers on the periphery all looked gratefully in the direction of the city.
They also knew that such an energetic troop was clearly the three thousand Imperial Guards under the command of the Great Tang War God, Marquis Chang An!
……
Just as the soldiers from both sides were about to finish their battle outside the city.
In the Chamberlain of Dependencies, the head of the Turkic diplomatic mission finally appeared.
This was because the Great Tang and the Turks had yet to officially cease fighting.
The one who came to receive them was not the Minister of Rites, Doulu Kuan, but the Minister of War, Du Ruhui.
"Turkic diplomatic mission, report your name!"
Du Ruhui, who was dressed in a purple robe and jade belt, sat in front of a row of tables with his attendants. He looked like he was being interrogated by three departments.
"Esteemed Lord Du, this little king is the prince of the Turkic Khaganate, Dieluo Zhi.”
The leader of the diplomatic group was a young man who looked to be in his early eighties. He was dressed in white satin and had an arrogant expression on his face. His eyes were vicious.
"Are you all here to beg for surrender?"
Du Ruhui asked sternly.
"Milord must be joking. Although our Turks have been defeated for a while, our national strength and morale are still strong. Why would we come to beg for surrender?”
"Our Turks have roamed the Western Regions and the Gobi Desert for centuries. Has Milord ever seen a Turkic surrender?”
Dieluo's eyes were cold as he replied.
"Since you didn't come to beg for surrender, why didn't you obediently stay in the country and wait for the Great Tang's heavenly soldiers to chop off your heads?”
Du Ruhui sneered.
"Lord Du seems to be very interested in starting a war. I'm here to ask for a truce.”
Diello Zhi snorted coldly.
" Marriage? Who's marrying who?"
Du Ruhui asked with a sneer.
"Of course it's this prince and your Great Tang's Eldest Princess Li Lizhi.”
Dieluo said excitedly.
"In your dreams!"
Bang!
Du Ruhui slammed the table and stood up!
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