Chapter 229 (1/2)

Before that, the Tang army's strategic, organized and disciplined retreat was in sharp contrast to the disorderly and disorderly retreat of Tubo.

But now in the Red Palace Square, no one has paid attention to the war at the foot of the mountain. One by one, they looked dull and pale, as if there were ears in front of them. They were still the deafening sound of thunder rolling that day, and the huge fire that could rise from the sky.

The smell of gunpowder smoke diffuses in the night sky, but no one knows why this kind of smell will be produced after the thunder explosion.

Garzandro was also pale, with an unbelievable expression, and his lips wriggled, not knowing what he was saying.

Just now, it was eloquent that the extreme Yin power of the full moon can suppress the extremely Yang power of the sky thunder.

Now the sky thunder was rolling in front of his eyes. The deafening sound, the fire rising from the sky, the thick smoke like dark clouds in the night sky, and the unparalleled power of shaking the earth, all left his mind blank at this moment.

At the foot of the mountain, the first half of the Tubo soldiers fled to both sides. In the second half of the war, the Tubo soldiers, who had been advancing one after another, bravely and invincibly, stopped their advance after the explosion.

After a while, the remaining Tubo soldiers, who were not affected by the explosion, were covered with dust.

At the moment, an expression of shock, hands of weapons fell to the ground do not know, when they can not understand the things in front of them, often will be classified between ghosts and gods.

”The snow God is very powerful. We can't make enemies with Tang people. You see, this is the end of fighting for the enemy. Run quickly.” ASNU didn't know when he was wearing Tibetan soldiers' clothes and roared in Tubo language.

”Run quickly. If you don't run, the thunder will blow up on us. It almost blew us up just now.” A soldier next to ASNU, who was not like the Tang Dynasty, looked at ASNU and yelled the same way.

”Withdraw...”

I don't know who yelled behind him. The Tubo soldiers, who were slowly retreating, were suddenly scattered and all kinds of weapons were scattered all over the ground.

Immediately, they all followed the group that took the lead in escaping and began to run out of the city.

”Li Hong, xinraomiwofo will not let you go, you devil! You're going to hell Princess Wencheng looks haggard, her face is full of painful sadness, facing Li Hong's painful exclamation.

Xinraomiwo Buddha, the founder of their Bon religion, was gradually evolved into a God in the evolution of Bon religion, and was listed as the first of all Buddhas in ten directions and three generations.

Princess Wencheng cursed Li Hong with xinraomiwofo, which was the most hateful curse among the nobles.

”No matter whether it is God, Buddha or devil, where Li Hong is, we should give up and take me as the master. I stand here, I am the Buddha here, the God here! Even if I'm a demon from the 18th floor of hell! I will stand here and dominate everything here as well Li Hong did not move, eyes from the beginning to the end of the Tibetan soldiers fled, light said.

The red cape fluttered in the wind behind him, like a fire in flames. The black trousers of the lower body tremble with the night wind, and the strong and naked upper body seems to be suffused with a layer of treasure in the moonlight.

He has sharp and sharp cheeks, cold eyes, and long black hair behind his head. He looks like a devil and exudes the momentum of a king in the world.

Princess Wencheng looks at Li Hong, who is like a king. At this time, she is full of mixed feelings. She doesn't know who is right and who is wrong in this world.

The winner Wang Hou, the loser Kou, she finally realized the meaning of this sentence.

”Who is the mastermind?” Facing the wind, Li Hong asked lightly again.

If we don't go to the bottom of the matter, in the end, conquering Tubo will be like a dream. Sooner or later, it will be a vain.

Only through strict investigation can they fear themselves from the bottom of their hearts and plant a fear of taking themselves as demons in the hearts of all the officials of Tubo.

No one spoke, and everyone looked heavy. Everyone knew that at this moment, Tubo would really die.

Even their Zanpu, at this moment, is still kneeling at the feet of this demon.

The sound of killing at the foot of the mountain did not seem to wake their numb nerves. Until the second half of the Tibetan soldiers who had escaped were about to arrive at the gate facing the Potala Palace, all the Tubo people in the Red Palace Square, including Princess Wencheng, knelt on the ground.

Suddenly, countless torches lit up at the gate of the city. The arrows looked like dark clouds in the moonlight. The Tubo soldiers who were running in the front suddenly turned into the alley.

However, many Tubo soldiers who had not yet returned to the gods behind them, under the leadership of a leader, were trying to figure out whether to leave the city or to avoid first, when a shower of arrows attacked them.