Chapter 148 Killing is a mortal game

Lhasa is chaotic today.

Every day, people are murdered, either important lamas or Kashag "are killed", and even fewer are killed by magistrates such as "Kicha", "Dzong" and "Xika".

The entire Lhasa Valley is filled with the smell of intrigue.

Han Lingshan took a long breath and let this breath soak into his internal organs, he liked it very much.

When he was stuffy in Guanzhong, he hadn't killed anyone for a long time, which made him feel very bad, and now, when he came to Lhasa, he felt that every cell in his body was trembling and shouting with excitement.

When he was a teenager, Han Lingshan thought that he could settle down the world with his three-inch tongue, and at that time, he regarded Su Qin and Zhang Yi as models.

After having a little insight, Han Lingshan hated the battle of words a little.

The battle of words is not that things cannot be solved, the main thing is that it is too slow!

If you want to achieve your goal in the shortest time, killing people is the fastest, after destroying a person's body, the mind is basically finished, throughout the ages, there are only a few thinkers who can do a long time, most people even if they have a brilliant thought, they will be submerged in the long river of history under the butcher's knife, and even the waves will not bloom.

The Gushi Khan on the other side was looking at him fiercely.

The smile on Han Lingshan's face became even stronger.

This is the Gushi Khan who instigated some stupid Us-Tibetans to encroach on the Hexi Corridor, and as a result, they were killed by the angry Xia Wanchun, and not only that, but those who did not participate in the rebellion were also executed by Xia Wanchun with an eleventh killing order.

Even so, after Yun Zhao learned the news of the enslavement of the Han by the Wusi Tibetans, Duan Guoren, who had already been ruthless to the Wusi Tibetans, was severely reprimanded by Yun Zhao, thinking that he was too merciful to the enemy.

So, after Duan Guoren returned to Hexi, he marched into Qinghai and fought a big battle with Gushi Khan in the Huangshui Valley, after which Gushi Khan had to leave Qinghai and led a few remnants of the defeated army to Lhasa.

Duan Guoren set up the Qinghai Military Division in Qinghai to guard this plateau.

Now, Han Lingshan really wants to do something to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

There is no need to be reasonable in a chaotic world, just look at the prisoners begging along the streets with chains to their ankles, and the women in wooden boxes with only a pair of frightened and desperate eyes.

"Sang Jie, you led someone to kill me and robbed my Red Palace, right?"

Han Lingshan looked around and found that there were no onlookers, and then nodded and said: "That's right, I want to build a White Palace for the Living Buddha of Mo Rigen, and you have seen it, there are not even trees here, so I have to demolish your Red Palace." ”

Han Lingshan's Mongolian is spoken very well, and even Gushi Khan, a pure Mongol, can't hear anything unusual.

"I want you to give me back all the things you stook, otherwise you won't die!"

Han Lingshan once again confirmed that there were no big forces around, so he nodded and said, "Very good, I heard that you took your tribe's most precious gem with you, and now, I want it too." ”

Gushi Khan's eyes were split, and he shouted to a divine master behind him: "Yes, I will ask the gods to kill this slave!" ”

When the god man heard this, he immediately held a skull in one hand and a delicate bell in the other, and began to dance......

"The snow-capped mountains obey my orders, the boulders obey my orders, the floods obey my orders, the gods have given orders, stone these slaves to death, drown these slaves, and bury ......"

The snow-capped mountains did not listen to orders, the boulders did not listen to orders, and the flood did not come...... Therefore, the gods danced harder, roared louder, some beat the huge tambourine, and many more shouted loudly behind them, as if to awaken the gods. (Don't laugh, this is how the Wusi Tibetans fought in the Ming Dynasty, which was completely ruled by religion...... It is completely different from the strong Tibet in the Tang Dynasty. ）

Then, Han Lingshan gave the order to shoot......

The distance was too close, Gushi Khan was beaten into a sieve by the bullet at the first time, Yin Hong's blood gushed out from all directions, he used his hands to block the gun hole in horror, but his hands were too few, and after a period of vain, he fell to the ground on his back with his face to the sky.

Shenhan is worthy of being a Shenhan, he was unscathed in the rain of bullets, and continued to dance bravely, but the Mongols who were clustered behind him were shot and fell to the ground.

Han Lingshan kicked away the god who believed that he could summon the gods to help him fight, and the god fell to the ground and still raised his hands to ask for help from the snow-capped mountains not far away.

The apricot-yellow banner on his body was still stuck behind his back, not stained with any dust.

After the gunfire stopped, Han Lingshan had to sigh, this damn Gushi Khan was really good, the more than 500 people he brought in this battle, they didn't attack if they didn't receive an order to attack, they didn't retreat without receiving an order to retreat, they were all killed by gunfire in place.

After the soldiers brought by Han Lingshan loaded the muskets with bayonets, they began to clean up the battlefield, and the groaning sound that was still permeating the battlefield just now quickly disappeared, only the god man, kneeling in the world, his hands held high, and hurriedly asked the gods for help with a fast speech speed that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The baby slaves of the Tibetans are very useful, even if there are countless guns and bullets killing people here, they have not stopped the small rammer in their hands, and they are still spinning in circles, singing songs and hammering the foundation of the White House.

The soldier in charge of cleaning the battlefield found a small pocket from Gushi Khan's arms, and when Han Lingshan opened it, he found that there were two blue sea blue gems, each the size of a pigeon's egg, shining mysteriously in the sunlight of the plateau.

The only living god didn't know anything about his situation, he screamed and ran towards the snowy mountain, he was not running away, he was still trying to ask the gods for help, hoping that the mighty gods could kill these vicious butchers.

"Ah, gods, I offer myself to you."

Shenhan, who ran not far away, may feel that his prayer heart is not sincere enough, pulled out his hand fork from his waist, cut his throat without hesitation, and watched his blood soar out three feet away, only then he fell to the ground with relief, and his eyes looked at Han Lingshan not far away, he felt that he had won. (The story here is based on British records, and its credibility is unknown.) ）

Seeing this scene, Han Lingshan, even if he was bold, couldn't help but set his eyes on the snow-capped mountain that was close at hand, and with his subordinates, he looked at the snow-capped mountain with dull eyes and a weak heart, he was really worried that this snow-capped mountain would do something to them as slaughterers.

The wind surging on the snow-capped mountains, blowing up large patches of snow, falling from the sky to the ground, and it didn't take much effort to cover up the bones all over the ground, as if to tell the world again that killing is a mortal game and has nothing to do with him.

"Alright, the gods have turned the page, now hurry up and bring the horses of Gushi Khan and them, we have too few horses with us."

After Han Lingshan was sure that the gods were on his side, he ordered loudly and began to clear the battlefield, this will soon be the place where the Living Buddha of Mo Rigen preached the scriptures and taught the Dharma, and it was not good to see the corpses everywhere.

With the help of the slaves, the battlefield was quickly cleared, mainly because the cliff was not far away, and after throwing the corpses into the cliff, there were naturally countless vultures who would clean them up.

The slaves were still pounding the frozen ground in the heavy snow, it was obviously useless to do so, Han Lingshan was just using this excuse to hire more slaves.

Han Lingshan had hired 3,000 slaves, and slaves were almost the least valuable thing in Lhasa.

Even so, if Han Lingshan wanted to hire more slaves, there was no way.

Therefore, he quickly raised the price, and he demanded both men, women, and young slaves.

Slaves in the winter were not worth much, because they did not have much work to do in this cold time, and many slave owners were willing to rent out their own slaves, especially those who could only eat but not work.

To build a palace that is almost as tall as the snow-capped mountain, Han Lingshan needs too many manpower, and his thirst for slaves is almost limitless.

Therefore, on the days when the cold wind was no longer biting, there were 10,000 slaves who continued to ram the ground with rammers.

This makes Sang the biggest joke in Lhasa – a fool who keeps pounding the ground in the winter and wants a solid foundation.

Han Lingshan was very kind to these slaves, not only untied the chains on their ankles, but also supplied them with plenty of glutinous rice and ghee, so that some of the slaves had secretly run away in the middle of the night to kill his enemies, and as long as he could come back in the morning at roll call, he would still have a good meal.

As for who the slaves ran out to kill, Han Lingshan didn't care, he insisted that as long as he worked here, he was his people, and his people were not allowed to be under the jurisdiction of any bullshit Kashag, "Kicha", "Zong" and "Xika" and other Usizang officials.

Even if the envoy of the Living Buddha came, Han Lingshan also asked them to take out the warrant of the Living Buddha of Mo Rigen, otherwise they would not cooperate.

Although no outsiders saw how Gushi Khan died, all the people in Lhasa knew that it was this barbarian Tibetan named Sangjie who killed him.

The psychological activity of the upper class in Lhasa was very wonderful, and one of the Us-Tibetans killed the Mongols...... That's not too bad a thing.

"A gem is only a gem in the eyes of you worldly people, but in my eyes it contains countless wisdom!"

After Sun Guoxin, who is the Living Buddha of Mo Rigen, came to the huge camp of Han Ling Mountain, he casually took out the gems that Han Ling Mountain took out and displayed to him and put them into his sleeves.

Han Lingshan looked at Sun Guoxin blankly and said, "It's the first time I've heard of such a shameless method of robbing property. ”

Sun Guoxin had obviously forgotten about the gem, he looked into Han Lingshan's eyes and said, "This is how you help me?" Are you going to pay to hire all the slaves and then free them through my mouth? ”

Han Lingshan said with a smile: "You don't have a basic plate in Lhasa, these 10,000 slaves are your basic strength, and the whole Lhasa is only 70,000 people, what can be achieved with a little money, why should I make it bloody?" ”

"Gushi Khan doesn't see it that way."

"It doesn't matter what he thinks."

Sun Guoxin sighed and said: "It's true, his opinion really doesn't matter, he is already a dead man, who cares about a dead man's opinion?" ”