And on the same day, at the same time, another completely different plot is being staged in the prison of Jingzhao Mansion in Chang'an City. Hundreds of Tibetan nobles huddled together and shivered, looking at the three people sitting and standing outside the wooden fence, eager to find a gap in the ground to get into.

"Again, does anyone want to join Datang? Fifty places, obsolete and not waiting. The man who was sitting did not seem to be able to walk, he was in a car with wheels, and he had to rely on the woman behind him to push him to move.

However, this bad leg does not mean that the brain is bad, under the gaze of hundreds of Tibetans in horror, every word of this person is so gloomy, it makes people shudder to listen to it.

"What? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince promised to let us go back, why is he arresting us all now? Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is going back on his word like this? Shang Nang, as the prime minister of Tibet, was the first to stand up in the absence of Songtsen Gampo and asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time on behalf of all the Tibetans.

"This is a question you need to ask yourselves!" The girl in charge of pushing the chair suddenly spoke, and said in a mocking tone: "You don't think that after invading the Tang Dynasty, you will only be punished by walking to Chang'an, right?" Your Highness did say that you would be allowed to go back, but should you give His Highness something in return? Do you only know how to ask for it but don't know what to return, is it the nature of you Tibetan people? ”

"We all originally intended to submit to the Tang Dynasty, and we have promised His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Inside the pile, a voice trembled.

The sitting man patted the girl next to him lightly on the hand, signaling her not to speak, and then said in a low, hoarse voice: "I didn't come here to reason with you, it's still the same sentence, if you really want to join the Tang Dynasty, stand up by yourself, fifty places, first come, first served." ”

"I, I want to take refuge!" Behind the three of them, a weak voice came, and when they turned their heads to look, they found that it was a young man about twenty years old.

"Let him out!" The seated man shook his head at the two men in black suits standing not far away.

"Whoa!" Two big men with long tigers and bears walked over, opened the door of the cell, and dragged out the first young man who took the initiative to surrender to the city.

Then a hand crossbow that had been hung with a bowstring was handed to the young man: "Pick one of them and kill them, and it will be your name." The seated man said.

"What, what?!" The young man's face turned pale in an instant, and his lips trembled as he looked at the hand crossbow that had been handed to him, and he was at a loss for a moment.

"It's fair to have a life for a life, isn't it?" The seated man's voice was bewitching, sounding like a demonic voice from hell.

"You're a devil! Devil! I want to see the prince, I want to see the prince of the Tang Dynasty, I want to ask him why he doesn't keep his promises! A sudden voice sounded, and a Tibetan man about forty years old squeezed through the crowd, rushed to the edge of the bars of the cell, and shouted loudly.

"Then him, kill him, you will be free, and you can go back to Tibet immediately. And you can also bring a hundred guards, as well as Datang ordnance that can arm five hundred people. The man in the chair handed the steel crossbow in his hand to the young man again.

"I, I don't!" The young man took a step back, his whole body trembling, as if he was not handed a crossbow in front of him, but a poisonous snake.

"Bang ......" and "Ah......hh

"Rubbish!" Glancing at the young man who fell to the ground and was convulsing, the man sitting on the chair pursed his lips disdainfully, and while using auxiliary tools to hang the bowstring on the crossbow again, he turned his head to the Tubo people and asked, "Is there any one who wants to take refuge?" ”

If you don't agree with each other, you will take your life! The Tubo people who gathered together finally understood that this time it was not Li Chengqian who was scaring them, but he was serious. In the long silence, hundreds of Tibetans looked at each other, and each saw a deep guard in each other's eyes.

"What are you hesitating about? Think about your family on the plateau, think about them, what else do you have to hesitate about, being robbed of the opportunity by others, your family can only become the slaves of others, do you want this? The middle-aged man sitting on the chair kept saying and bewitching, mobilizing the emotions of the Tibetan people.

Finally, in the more than 20 cells, I don't know which one suddenly broke out into an angry roar, followed by a screaming .......

It's messy, it's all messy, hundreds of Tibetans are almost all fighting together in an instant, desperate to fight for the fifty places that can go back.

They also know that this time it may still be a scam, but they have no way out, they can only gamble in order to survive, otherwise there is only a dead end to stay here. And the man sitting there had already given them a good reason - for the sake of his family.

"Brother Xiyao is a good means." The other man, who had not spoken, finally spoke.

"Compared with the leader of the 'seven groups', my little trick is not worth mentioning." The man in the chair turned his head, looked at Kuroko in an SS uniform next to him, and said modestly.

"The 'Seven Groups' will never handle things like Brother Xiyao, the 'Seven Groups' are good at killing, not dealing with such complex issues." Kuroko shook his head and denied Lin Xiyao.

Li Chengqian called the two of them to the palace in the morning, and only said that he would let fifty Tubo people go back to the plateau, and at the same time let them go, he would also firmly control them in the hands of the Tang Dynasty.

So now this situation is completely the result of the private discussion between Heizi and Lin Xiyao, whether it can satisfy His Royal Highness the prince in the palace, the two of them are not very clear in their hearts.

"Daddy, almost, right? Let them fight any longer, and it is estimated that there will not be even fifty people left. Just when Lao Lin and Heizi were chatting hotly, Lin Doudou bowed his head and reminded Lin Xiyao in his ear.

"Mm-hmm, I almost forgot about it." Lin Xiyao turned his head, glanced at the situation in the cell, and then beckoned to a group of black suits waiting there not far away.

On that day, fifty Tibetans were selected, and fifty-six Tibetans died, including five who were trampled to death during the group fight, and those who were killed by these fifty people, and of course, one who was killed by Lin Xiyao.

The Tubo people, who were clever but mistaken by cleverness, and waited for Li Chengqian to let them return to China with a fluke mentality, finally paid the price for their carelessness.

Ten days later, the fifty selected Tibetans set out on the road back to Tibet with extremely wounded hearts.

(End of chapter)