The locust-like bottles of the country name flew all over the sky, overwhelming the sky, falling and exploding in the crowd, the blood and flesh of the Tibetan native soldiers flew sideways, and the dense crowd was swept away in a large area at once.

"Surrender or kill!" Tibetans Basang and Doga, who were in charge of serving as guides for the Ming army, opened their voices and shouted.

"Surrender or kill!" Several Ming soldiers who had learned a little bit of Tibetan also shouted.

The native soldiers knelt on the ground one after another, crying and begging for mercy: "Don't fight, we surrender!" ”

"It's over, it's over!" Seeing that the most powerful force in the local area that he had single-handedly established collapsed like this, Jian Shen lamented again and again. But he really didn't want to let himself fail like this.

No way! You can't just leave it at that! Even if I die, I will be buried with the Tibetans who beat the arrow stove! Let them die in large numbers under the massacre of the Han people, and let the Tibetans completely hate the Han people! Thinking of this, Jian Shen shouted and gave an order to the native soldiers: "Quick! Gather all the slaves and babies! Let them stop the Han Chinese! Whether it's a woman, a child, or an old man, as long as you can move, give it to me! Stop the damned Han Chinese! ”

When the toast man spoke, several cronies rushed into the homes of the serfs and freedmen in the town with native soldiers, and threatened these lowly people with knives: "Our toast master has spoken!" Give it all to me! Stop the Han Chinese! ”

In the Tibetan areas, the Tusi master is the sky, and the serfs are the private property of the Tusi master, that is, the talking animals, they don't even have their own lives, and the Tusi master can kill them at any time like animals; Although the status of the free people is a little higher, but here, the old man of the toast is the king's law, and his words are the law, and those who disobey are the lightest ones who immediately become slaves, and a little more serious, peeling and cramping all kinds of torture. It's all the toast master who has the final say.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please, how can we stop the fire-breathing iron pipe of the Han people!" An elderly woman embraced her little grandson and pleaded.

"A lowly slave baby dares to disobey the master's orders!" The fierce housekeeper cut off the old woman's arm with a knife and snatched the seven-year-old boy from him.

"Up! Above! The family and the native soldiers roared, urging the lowly slaves and civilians to come forward and stop the Ming army as they approached the town.

A meaty-faced man brandished a steel knife and shouted, "Get on! Kill these Han Chinese! Otherwise, the Han people will kill you all! Sooner or later, it's death. Fight with the damn Han Chinese! ”

The Ming army approached step by step, but the "fire-breathing iron pipes" in the hands of the Ming army did not spew flames, nor did the Ming army throw those explosive ceramic bottles, nor did anyone release arrows, but slowed down and used a row of rattan players in front of them to form a formation to block the bluestone streets of the town.

I saw a few soldiers wearing Tibetan clothes and carrying the six-petal bright light helmets of the Ming army on their heads, picked up cylinders made of iron sheets, opened their voices and shouted to the Tibetans in Tibetan: "Uncles and aunts. Dear folks, elders, children, we are not Han Chinese! We are Tibetans just like you! The king who came today will not kill the common people! The king is here to save the people! What they want to kill is to enslave you. Feel free to mutilate your toast masters! They are coming to set you free! You believe us, as long as you kill Master Toast, you will be free! ”

The Ming army that shouted these shouts were all the previous Ming army that broke through several cottages and small towns and eliminated the local Tusi master. Liberated Tibetan slaves. The freed slaves happily sang the "turning over serf singing" taught to them by Wang Jinzhong, and enthusiastically joined the Ming army.

Of course, this song was changed by Wang Xinyu, and after changing part of the lyrics, he taught Wang Jinzhong. Wang Jinzhong asked several Tibetans to translate the song and teach it to the Tibetans. This song was originally sung in Tibetan. The Tibetans sang it very smoothly.

When Jian Shen heard the Tibetans shouting loudly in the Ming army, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Don't believe those traitors to the Tibetans!" They are shameless traitors! The Han people are here to kill you all! You have to believe in the toast master who protects you on weekdays! Don't trust these outsiders! ”

The serfs and the common people hesitated again, especially those serfs whose status among the Tibetans was similar to that of livestock, for many years, they were the private property of the Tusi masters, the local chiefs, and the lamas, and many slave owners died, and some serfs were buried, they were just a group of talking animals, and the chiefs were whatever they said.

Basang shouted: "Folks, you say, when did the Han people come to kill us? Even the toast here was canonized by them! Jian Shen betrayed the Ming Dynasty and surrendered to the Manchurian Tartars! Our Ming army is here to crusade against him, and it has nothing to do with any of you! ”

Duoga also opened his voice and shouted: "Folks! Like you, I used to be the slave of Lord Toast! It was the Han people who came to save me! Restored my free body! Master Tusi treats us slave babies with torture such as gouging out eyes and skinning! The toast man forced us to submit to the terrible punishment of chopping off our hands, chopping off our feet, and pouring hot lead on our heads! They have been riding on our heads for hundreds of years! We were forced to work for them, but we were so busy year after year that we couldn't even eat! It was the Han people who came and rescued us! We're all soldiers! ”

The more Duoga spoke, the more excited he became, and finally knelt on the ground, holding his face with both hands and crying: "It's the Han people, they saved us!" I broke a teacup because I missed, and Master Toast was going to cut off my hand! It's the Han Chinese, they came just in time! Otherwise, I would have died! You trust me! ”

Men's tears are often more lethal than women's tears, and they have a strong rendering power, which is the best proof. The Tibetan soldiers in the Ming army shed tears one after another, and the tears spread quickly like exploding fireballs, and the serfs and ordinary people who were held with knives by the family and native soldiers also knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

"The Han people want to abolish the cruel serfdom, they want to beat the toast master who is doing evil, and they want to distribute the land, pasture and livestock to everyone! Folks, don't stop Master Wang! The Tibetans shouted.

Several excited soldiers even sang loudly and loudly sang the "Wang Xinyu version" of the turned serfs.

Yes, for many years, the old men of the toast rode on their heads to make a threat, and the serfs could not even guarantee their own lives, thinking of all kinds of gruesome tortures, thinking of the food that even dogs did not eat every day, remembering that their children and grandchildren would always be slaves, people began to hesitate and began to scatter to both sides.

"Up!" Wang Jinzhong shouted decisively.

The Ming soldiers shouted and rushed into the crowd of Tibetans, cutting melons and vegetables to cut down some local soldiers and family members who tried to resist to the end, and captured a group of Tusi leaders such as Jian Shen and their henchmen.

In the center of the town, Kenshin and a group of "superior people" were tied to wooden stakes. These slave owners, who were usually high up and had the power to kill and seize power from the local serfs, had long since lost their former spirits, and one by one they hung their heads in despair, lamenting that the kingdom they had worked so hard to build had collapsed.

The soldiers of the Ming army were moving out the barley noodles, yak meat jerky, lamb legs, cloth, salt, nai cheese, animal skins, tea, ceramics, ironware, etc. from the homes of several slave owners, piling them up on the ground in the center of the town, piling them up into a hill. Some Ming troops led yaks and sheep to the center of the town.

Wang Jinzhong asked several Tibetan soldiers to shout to the people around him: "Fellow villagers, these things are originally the result of your hard work!" But he was exploited by Master Toast in vain! Now, we're going to give it back to you! ”

In fact, the Ming army had already left enough food and beef and mutton for itself from the capture, and the gold, silver and jewelry in the homes of these toast masters had already become the military expenses of the Ming army. However, as long as this western expeditionary army demanded what it needed for survival, all the rest was given to the local people.

Before coming to the archery furnace, Wang Jinzhong had destroyed many Tibetan Tusi, and he did this everywhere, so that this army with little dry food could not only survive in the harsh Hengduan Mountains, but became stronger and stronger, and a large number of turned serfs enthusiastically signed up to join the army.

However, Wang Jinzhong still strictly controlled the number of army expansion, after all, the population of the Tibetan area in Sichuan is not very large, the land is barren, and people are still needed to engage in production and labor, if the Ming army expands too fast, it will lead to production can not keep up, and finally everyone will have to go hungry.

In addition to the Tibetans joining the army, the Ming army also passed through the road of many Han people hiding in the mountains and other ethnic groups to defect, at such a speed of expansion, I believe that soon to attack Chengdu, in the back of Li Guoying's back.

As long as the area around the Chengdu Plain is occupied, the fertile land will be able to support more troops.

"Are these really going to be given to us?" The people in the town still looked at the Ming soldiers in disbelief.

Receiving an affirmative answer from the Tibetan soldiers in the Ming army, the serfs and the common people were boiling. For many years, Tusi led the Tusi to kill each other, and it was not uncommon to expand the territory, but after the defeated Tusi was killed, his slave became another Tusi's slave, when will there be such an army towards the slaves like this?

Basang and Doga and other Tibetan soldiers shouted: "Uncles and aunts, fathers and villagers, everyone line up, we will distribute everything to you!" ”

When they received the things, the serfs who were the first to receive the things fell to their knees and wept bitterly, shedding tears of excitement.

A blind man knelt on the ground holding grain and jerky: "I believe it! The Ming army is true to its word! It's the army of our people! It's our army of the poor! It's an army of our slave babies! Even a waste person like me can get something! ”

This man was tortured and his eyes gouged out.

"You Han people, and you slave babies! Don't get complacent! When the army of the imperial court comes, I will definitely kill you all! Remember! The current court is not the court of the Ming Dynasty, it is the court of the Qing Dynasty! The Qing Dynasty is towards our Toast Master! Jian Shen suddenly shouted. (To be continued.) )

PS: Because I was tired all day on the train, and the manuscript in hand was gone, I only sent it now, please understand.