Sejila Mountain belongs to the Nianqing Tanggula Mountains, and is the boundary zone between the eastern and central and western Tibet in later generations, and is also the watershed between the Niyang River Basin and the Palong Zangbo River.

When you climb to the pass of Mount Sejla, you can watch the sunrise, the sea of ​​clouds, the endless forest, and the majestic posture of looking at the steep and beautiful peak of Nangabawa Peak.

As a holy land of Bon religion, this place is one of the four great sacred mountains in Tibet in later generations.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves on the quiet mountain road broke through the tranquility of the mountains.

From a distance, thousands of iron cavalry were like torrents, and black was blowing quickly towards the Sejila Mountain Pass like dark clouds.

As soon as he arrived at the mountain pass, the leader lifted the reins, and the war horse under him raised his hooves and neighed towards the sky, and the people and horses immediately stopped steadily.

If anyone sees it, he will be surprised that this person is superb in riding.

The pause was done, and the leader raised his hand, and the thousands of iron cavalry flying behind him also stopped steadily.

If anyone who knows how to march sees it, he will definitely admire this well-trained cavalry.

The leader seems to have become accustomed to such performances, but his attention is attracted by the towering mountains.

The snow armor on the top of the mountain is boiling in the distance, and the mist is like a floating fairyland.

Near the mountains, azaleas are all over the mountains, red, white... all the colorful and colorful.

Although some azaleas have begun to wither, they can see the glory of not long ago.

The leader turned over and dismounted with a flowing figure, then lifted up his mask and looked closely. Isn’t this Yang Fan, the Marquis of Zhongyi?

Songzhou City is nearly 1,000 kilometers away from Sejila Mountain. Yang Fan was still in Songzhou City two days ago. How could he appear here now?

It turned out that Changsun rushed forward to Hou Junji and asked the vanguard battalion to jointly attack Gar Qinling Zanzhuo's troops.

For some reason, Gar Qinling Zanzhuo led his army to retreat the next day.

Because Gar Qinling Zanzhuo's army advanced and retreated in moderation and alternately covered, Hou Junji could only watch the Tubo army withdraw from the direction of Tuyuhun.

In order to eliminate the last live power of Tubo, Hou Junji ordered Yang Fan, who was stationed in Songzhou City, to lead the Zuoying to detour bypass to block the retreat of the Tubo army.

Because the Tubo army was mainly cavalry and retreated very quickly, in order to arrive at Luoshe City before Gar Qinling Zanzhuo, Yang Fan had to let more than 3,000 soldiers from Zuoying ride on one side day and night, in order to cut off the retreat of the Tubo army.

After all, once Gar Qinling Zanzhuo leads his army from Luoshe City to the grassland, he will not be able to catch up if he wants to.

But from Songzhou City to Luoshe City, the soldiers of Zuoying have been running for two days and two nights, which is why Yang Fan appeared in Sejila Mountain.

Fortunately, Yang Fan invented the horseshoe, otherwise these horses might have been gone and scrapped long ago!

When generals such as Zhai Changsun, Su Dingfang, Wang Xiaojie and others saw Yang Fan stopping, they quickly stepped forward and asked, "General, what's the matter with stopping?"

Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "Let the troops camp on the spot."

As he said that, his eyes couldn't help but float to the towering mountains, and looking down, the sea of ​​flowers was gorgeous and dazzling;

Looking into the distance, the undulating mountains are lush and lush. The azaleas that are struggling to emerge from the layers of green trees are like clusters of burning torches that burn the silent mountains red. They are so elegant, so moving, and so romantic.

The mountains contain a stream of spiritual energy, filled with a kind of watery charm, depicting strands of red scenery.

Under this all-round visual impact, Yang Fan couldn't help but marvel at the incomparable magical strokes of nature.

No wonder Mount Sejila has become a tourist destination that people linger in later generations.

At this time, it was difficult for Yang Fan to express how elegant and refined the azaleas among the snow-capped mountains and clear waters were.

Not only is there a decorative snow here, but it also has the shyness of the azaleas in the ice and snow. The azaleas hidden in the deep mountains and forests seem to have a sense of mystery.

With the agility of water, the height of mountains, and the silence and mystery, it makes people fascinated.

This made Yang Fan feel relaxed and happy, and he felt mixed emotions inside, and a sense of admiration arises naturally. This is the beautiful country of China.

After the arrangement was made, Su Dingfang and others stopped to look into the distance. Seeing Yang Fan's infatuated expression, they couldn't help but wonder: "General, what's strange about this mountain?"

Although the mountains and steep mountains are spectacular, they are not so lingering!

Yang Fan did not respond, but muttered to himself: "It's just a little emotional. Such a beautiful scenery reminds me of a poem."

Su Dingfang was excited: "Oh? Can you let the general appreciate it?"

Gu Ju

Su Dingfang can be called a Confucian general. Not only did he read a lot of military books, but he also read a lot of poems and classics. Of course, he was a literary youth.

What's more, Yang Fan has always been known as a talented person, and his literary talent has spread throughout Guanzhong, so Su Dingfang certainly wanted to see it.

Zhai Changsun, Wang Xiaojie and others also looked expectant. Yang Fan's courage had already impressed them, and they had never seen it in literary talent after all!

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Yang Fan smiled bitterly, it seemed that he was going to be a copycat again!

However, there is no burden for the poems that were stolen by oneself a thousand years later.

After all, it has been a copywriter for the article and has not been born once or twice. Yang Fan will not have any burden on him.

Besides, it can be both show off and make subordinates even more devoted to respect, so why not do it?

Yang Fan walked to the wind, his low voice echoing in the wind.

The peaks of thousands of feet are penetrated into the purple sky, and the road is as deep as the road is built to build a fairy bridge.

The sky is close to the blue sky and the sky is far away from the world.

Luocun Mountain is low in green, and the lines are far away.

The old cypress branches are difficult to grow, and the cold pine leaves are not carved.

It is just the beginning of autumn that the frost has fallen, and the snow will disappear when spring is over.

The old monk Wei Yan often puts needles on the needles, and the monk who passed the Xia Xia was lazy to shake the fan.

...

Su Dingfang was instantly lost in the scene of Yang Fan's poem.

Even Wang Xiaojie and the rough guys couldn't help but show a fascination.

Looking at the Buddhist temple in the distance, Yang Fan unknowingly brought a lot of emotions.

Such beautiful rivers and mountains are destroyed in the long river of history in the golden swords and iron horses. How cruel.

You should know that in later generations, most of the Tubo area also belonged to Greater China, and Yang Fan did not want to kill too much.

Although Huaxia has a long history, it has experienced too many internal struggles.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan was a little excited and turned around and asked, "What is your ideal? Is it just to make achievements in war?"

The generals fell into silence. They were not far away from the mountains and miles, not afraid of obstacles and difficulties. They were really just for wealth and glory, and they were granted their wives and children?

After a while, Su Dingfang and others raised their heads: "The general's vision is narrow and a little confused. I wonder what the general has."

Yang Fan pondered for a while, then looked firm: "I just wanted to do my best to keep the sun on the empire's land forever, so that the people of the Tang Dynasty would no longer be bullied by foreign tribes..."

As he spoke, before the clanging words were finished, Yang Fan turned over the horse, and his figure gradually faded away:

"I will go to the front to investigate..."

Su Dingfang and others were stunned, a little lost.

Can there really be an empire that will never set?

If such an empire could be really built, how proud it would be...

Several people looked at each other, and a heroic feeling suddenly arose in their hearts.

Even if the road ahead may be full of thorns and bumpy, so what?

I wish to serve the country forever. As long as a real man is worthy of his heart, why not go crazy?

Thinking of this, several people whistled and rode their horses to chase Yang Fan's back...

In front of them are endless mountains and steep, but their steps are becoming more and more firm and powerful!

They stood on the towering mountains and looked further...
Chapter completed!