Perhaps they could help him?
So, after seeing Ge Wuen Qusi leave, he gave a signal to a guard behind him.
The guard quietly squeezed over to Xiang Yu and the others and, in broken Tang dialect, ingratiated himself with Guan Yu on the outer edge: "Excuse me, are you from the mysterious Eastern Kingdom?"
The mysterious Eastern Kingdom, Guan Yu had heard of it before from Ge Wuen Qusi, referring to the present-day Tang Kingdom.
He looked at the sneaky guard, frowned, and asked somewhat displeased. "Yes, what is it?"
"May I ask you to step aside to talk? There are some things that are not suitable to be said here. Please rest assured, my master just wants to ask for your help, with no ill intentions."
The guard, unaware he had displeased Guan Yu, smiled apologetically and explained.
Who was Guan Erye?
He was the dignified, upright, and upright Martial Saint, who disdained such sneakiness.
With furious phoenix eyes, he glared at the guard and said impatiently. "If you have something to say, say it. I will not leave with you!"
Seeing this, the guard, mustering his courage, decided to move closer to Guan Yu.
"Halt!"
He had intended to speak close by, but to his surprise, as he took two steps towards Guan Yu, a large saber taller than himself was suddenly placed at his neck.
The cold blade, in this hot weather, did not bring him coolness but rather caused him to break out in a fine sweat.
The guard, terrified to the point of almost losing control of his bladder, quickly smiled apologetically again and explained.
"Brave warrior, please forgive me. I just wanted to speak a little closer."
"Speak your mind directly. I dislike this underhanded behavior of yours the most!"
Although this person spoke the Han language, Guan Yu was gradually losing patience with him.
The guard was helpless. Looking at the crowd around him, and considering his identity and the mission he carried, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, take out a handful of silver coins from his chest, and then throw them as far as he could.
The crowd was stunned for a moment, then instantly rushed after the silver coins.
In broad daylight, someone was giving away money! How strange!
Taking advantage of the crowd that had moved away, the guard quickly stated his purpose.
It turned out that his identity was that of a guard to the son of the former Sasanian King, Ardashir IV.
His visit to Guan Yu this time was because Ardashir IV had seen how extraordinary everyone was, and wanted to ask them to help him escape from here so that he could seek assistance from the Tang Kingdom to restore his kingdom.
After hearing this, Guan Yu's attitude towards the guard improved.
Why did the Three Kingdoms fight? Was it not because Dong Zhuo disrupted the imperial court, causing the people of the Han Dynasty to suffer?
Unexpectedly, in this far western land, the same thing had happened.
"Let your master come to see me!"
Guan Erye, who detested usurpation as a filthy act, was thus prepared to help them.
After the guard left, he quietly came to Xiang Yu and the others and explained the whole matter.
Gao Chong was overjoyed. "Although General Gun Went to Die has gone to find the Tang merchant, we can indeed help this so-called corpse.
If we can contact the Emperor of the Tang Kingdom, or someone else, it would also allow them to come and rescue us.
The others nodded in agreement.
"These mere uncivilized folk dare to control us. Although I don't know what method they used, if there's a chance, I'd rather die in my homeland!"
"Then we'll endure it for a while, let that so-called corpse send the message back, and wait for the Tang Kingdom to send someone to rescue us."
Although they were compelled by Motorola's orders and could not escape on their own,
this did not mean they had resigned themselves. They were all people who controlled their own destiny, so how could they submit to a mere barbarian?
They just didn't want to be buried in this foreign land. If someone came to rescue them, even if it was only a corpse returning, they wouldn't miss such an opportunity!
Not long after, the guard returned with a young boy. The boy was young, no older than fifteen.
The crowd already knew his identity and understood that it was inappropriate to speak with him in such a public place, so they chose Gao Chong to accompany him elsewhere.
The construction of the raft was slow, taking three days to complete.
Of course, this was the result of everyone finding fault.
Three days later, on the west bank of the Euphrates River, a huge raft nearly a meter thick and thirty meters long and wide was brought over by the Sasanian Dynasty's serfs.
In the center of the uppermost layer of the raft, there was a groove the same size as the stone pillar.
After the raft was brought to the riverbank, the Code of Hammurabi was rolled onto the raft in the same manner as it had been brought down from the temple, and then it was firmly secured in the groove.
Bishul II, looking at the raft entering the water, let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Finally, they had sent away what they wanted. Next, he would focus on reorganizing the army and dealing with enemies from all sides!
Little did he know that in real history, he would only reign for a little over a year before being killed by his successor.
On the wide river surface, Zhang Fei and Lu Zhishen paddled on both sides.
Xiang Yu, Guan Yu, and Meng Ben all looked at Gao Chong.
"Hehehehe, esteemed ancestors, do not be anxious. I have made all the arrangements."
"And I have also inquired about much news of the Tang Kingdom. For some reason, this Tang Kingdom seems to be somewhat different from what is recorded in historical texts."
"I don't know if it's due to the historians, but in any case, I have sent Ardashir IV to Suyab City to seek help."
According to him, it would take at most three months from here to Suyab City. Once he arrived, according to the rules of envoys, the Tang army in Suyab City would have to send someone to escort him to Chang'an.
From Suyab City to Chang'an would take about the same amount of time, three months.
Thus, in about a year, we would be able to wait for someone to rescue us.
"Not to mention the juniors, but you, you are all figures recorded in historical texts. With the wisdom of Emperor Taizong, he will surely not stand idly by."
"He who fears no dragons in water and no tigers or wolves on land, the Qi man Meng Ben!"
"Born a hero, dead a ghost, thinking of Xiang Yu even now, who refused to cross the Jiangdong!"
"His saber's aura pierces the clouds, truly a loyal minister, gifted a nation, hailed as ten thousand enemies, the Martial Saint Guan Yu!"
"The eighteen-foot snake spear, the black-faced god, spilling blood in formation, souls departing, the Yan man Zhang Yide!"
"In the future, brother Lu and I will have to rely on you esteemed ancestors for guidance, hahahaha!"
After Gao Chong finished speaking about sending the message, he couldn't help but recite the verses he had heard from Marshal Yue, which described the people before him.
He just didn't know how Marshal Yue was doing, or if he would ever have a chance to see him again in this life.
Hearing these verses, Meng Ben, Xiang Yu, and Guan Chang were all reminded of their past times and became melancholic.