Lhasa is very messy nowadays.

Every day, people are murdered, either as important lamas or Kashag, and as for local officials such as "Kicha", "Zong" and "Xika", there are even more countless deaths.

The entire Lhasa Valley was filled with a breath of conspiracy.

Han Lingshan took a long breath and let the breath soak the internal organs. He liked it very much.

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

When he was a teenager, Han Lingshan thought that with his own tongue, the world could be settled. At that time, he regarded Su Qin and Zhang Yi as role models.

After gaining some knowledge, Han Lingshan hated verbal disputes a little.

It’s not that the dispute between words cannot be resolved, it’s mainly because it’s too slow!

If you want to achieve your goal in the shortest time, killing people is the fastest. After destroying a person's body, your thoughts will basically be over. Throughout history, there are only a few thinkers who can have a long history. Even if most people have brilliant thoughts, they will be buried in the long river of history under the butcher's knife, and even a wave will not appear.

Gushi Khan on the opposite side was looking at him fiercely.

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

This is the Gushi Khan instigated some stupid Us Tibetans to embezzle the Hexi Corridor. As a result, the angry Xia Wanchun was killed completely. Not only that, those who did not participate in the rebellion were also executed by Xia Wanchun.

Even so, after Yun Zhao learned that Us Tibetans had enslaved Han people, Duan Guoren, who had already made ruthless actions against Us Tibetans, was severely scolded by Yun Zhao, thinking that he was too kind to the enemy.

So, after returning to Hexi, Duan Guoren entered Qinghai and fought with Gushi Khan in the Huangshui Valley. After this battle, Gushi Khan had to leave Qinghai and led a few defeated soldiers to Lhasa.

Duan Guoren established the Qinghai Military Office in Qinghai to guard this plateau.

Now, Han Lingshan really wants to do something to eliminate the roots.

There is no need to reason in a chaotic world. Look at the prisoners begging along the street with iron chains on their ankles and women who are packed in wooden boxes with only a pair of horror and despair eyes, and you will know that those who reason here are generally in a miserable state.

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

Hanling Mountain looked around and found that there were no onlookers. Then he nodded and said, "That's right, I want to build the White House for Morigen Living Buddha. You have also seen it. There are not even trees here, so I have to demolish your Red Palace and let it go."

Hanlingshan speaks Mongolian language very well, even the pure Mongolian man Gushi Khan could not hear any strangeness.

"I want you to return all the stolen things to me, otherwise you will never stop until you die!"

Han Lingshan once again confirmed that there were no major forces around him, and nodded and said, "Very good, I heard that you took away the most precious gems of your tribe with you. Now, I want them too."

Gushi Khan's eyes were so angry that he roared at a divine master behind him, "How to do it, I want to ask the gods to kill this slave!"

When the sage man with various colorful flags and banners all over his body heard this, he immediately held a skull in one hand and a delicate bell in the other, and began to dance...

"Snow Mountains listen to my orders, huge rocks listen to my orders, floods listen to my orders, gods send orders, smash these slaves to death, drown these slaves, and bury them..."

The snow-capped mountains did not obey the orders, the huge rocks did not obey the orders, and the flood did not come... So, the gods danced harder and shouted louder, and some people beat huge hand drums, and more people shouted loudly behind, as if they wanted to awaken the gods. (Don't laugh, this was the case with the Us Tibetans who were completely ruled by religion in the Ming Dynasty... It was completely different from the powerful Tubo in the Tang Dynasty.)

Then, Han Lingshan ordered the shooting...

The distance was too close, and Gushi Khan was shot into a sieve by the bullet at the first time. Yin Hong's blood came out from all directions. He used his hands to block the hole of the gun in horror, but his hands were too few. After a while, he fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

The divine man is worthy of being a divine man. He was actually unscathed in the rain of bullets and continued to dance bravely, but the Mongols surrounded him were shot and fell to the ground. The grand scene of a pair of flags just now was a mess in an instant.

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

The apricot-yellow flag on his body was still stuck behind him, without any dust.

After the gunfire stopped, Han Lingshan had to sigh that this damn Gushi Khan was indeed good. In this battle, the more than 500 people he brought did not attack without receiving the order to attack. They did not retreat without receiving the order to retreat, and they were all killed by gunfires.

After the soldiers brought by Han Lingshan installed bayonets on the muskets, they began to clean up the battlefield. The moans that were still on the battlefield just now disappeared quickly. Only the divine man knelt on the world, raised his hands high, and used a fast speech speed that ordinary people could not understand, and asked the gods for help quickly.

The children and slaves of Us Tibetans are very useful. Even though there were countless people killed in the rain of bullets here, they did not stop the small hammer in their hands, and still turned around in circles and sang songs and hit the foundation of the White House with a hammer.

The soldiers responsible for cleaning the battlefield found a small pocket from Gushi Khan's arms. After Hanling Mountain opened it, they found two blue sea-blue gems inside, each of which was the size of a pigeon egg, and a mysterious light shining in the sunlight of the plateau.

The only living god knew nothing about his situation. He shouted and ran towards the snow-capped mountains. He was not running away, but he was still trying hard to ask for help from the gods, hoping that the extremely powerful gods could kill these vicious butchers.

"Ah, god, I will give myself to you."

The divine man who had run not far may feel that his prayer heart was not sincere enough. He pulled out his fork from his waist and cut off his throat without hesitation. He watched his blood spurt three feet away with his own eyes. Then he fell to the ground with relief. His eyes looked at Hanling Mountain not far away. He felt that he had won. (The story here comes from the British record, and I don’t know the credibility.)

Seeing this scene, even though he was very brave, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to the snow mountain that was close to him. He took his subordinates and looked at the snow mountain with dull eyes and guilt. He was really worried that this snow mountain would do something to them, the slaughter.

The wind surging on the snow-capped mountains, blew up a large area of ​​snow, falling from the sky to the ground. In a short while, it covered the corpses all over the ground, as if telling the world again that killing is a game for mortals and has nothing to do with him.

"Okay, the god turned this page over, and now we will bring over Gushi Khan and his horses soon. We have brought too few horses."

After Han Lingshan confirmed that the god was standing on his side, he loudly ordered to start clearing the battlefield. This place will be the place where Living Buddha Morigen preached and preached the Dharma soon. It cannot make the corpses everywhere, and it is not good-looking.

With the help of slaves, the battlefield was quickly cleaned up, mainly because the cliff was not far away. After throwing the corpse 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 such an excuse to hire more slaves.

Han Lingshan has hired three thousand slaves, and slaves are almost the least valuable thing in Lhasa.

Even so, Han Lingshan had no way to hire more slaves.

So, he quickly raised the price, and he wanted slaves of both men, women, young and old.

Slaves in winter are not worth much because they don’t have much work to do in this cold time. Many slave owners are willing to rent out their own slaves, especially those who can only eat but not work.

Hanling Mountain needs too many people to build a tall palace that is almost as tall as the snow-capped mountain, and his desire 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 ramm the ground with ramming hammers.

This made Sang the biggest joke in Lhasa City - a fool who kept pounding the ground in winter and wanted a solid foundation.

Han Lingshan was very nice to these slaves. Not only did he untie the iron chains on their ankles, but he also provided them with sufficient tsampa and butter. Some slaves secretly ran away in the middle of the night and went to kill his enemies. As long as he could come back in the morning, he would still have a sumptuous meal.

As for whom the slave ran out to kill, Han Lingshan didn't care. He insisted that as long as he worked with him, he would be his people, and his people would not be allowed to be in charge of any bullshit Kashag, "Kicha", "Zong" and "Xika".

Even if the envoy of the Living Buddha came, Han Lingshan asked them to take out the handwriting of the Living Buddha Morigen, otherwise they would not cooperate.

Although no outsiders saw how Gushi Khan died, everyone in Lhasa knew that it was killed by this barbaric Us Tibetan named Sang Jie.

The psychological activities of the upper class of Lhasa were very wonderful. A Us Tibetan killed the Mongols... This is not a bad thing.

"In the eyes of you secular people, gemstone is just a gem, but in my eyes it contains countless wisdom!"

After Sun Guoxin, the Living Buddha Mo Rigen, came to the huge camp of Hanling Mountain, he casually took out Hanling Mountain and put the gems that showed him to him into his sleeves.

Han Lingshan looked at Sun Guoxin dumbly and said, "This is the first time I have heard of such a shameless method of robbing property."

Sun Guoxin obviously had forgotten the gemstone. He looked at Han Lingshan's eyes and said, "Is this how you can help me? Are you going to spend money to hire all the slaves, and then borrow my mouth to completely liberate them?"

Han Lingshan smiled and said, "You don't have a basic foundation in Lhasa. These ten thousand slaves are your basic strength. There are only 70,000 people in Lhasa. The goal can be achieved with a little money. Why do I get bloody?"

"Gushi Khan doesn't think so."

“His opinion doesn’t matter.”

Sun Guoxin sighed and said, "It's true. His opinion is indeed not important. He is already a dead person. Who cares about the opinion of a dead person?"
Chapter completed!