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The first forty-eight chapters killing is a game of mortals

Lhasa is very messy today.

Every day, people are murdered, or important lamas, or Kashag are killed. As for the death of local officials such as "Kicha", "Zong" and "Xika", it is even more rare.

The whole Lhasa Valley is full of conspiracy.

Han Lingshan took a long breath, letting this breath soak the internal organs, which he liked very much.

When he was bored 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 shaking with excitement and shouting.

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

After gaining a little bit of insight, Han Lingshan became a bit disgusted with quarrels.

The argument is not that things can't be resolved, but the main reason is that it is too slow!

If you want to use the shortest time to achieve your goal, killing is the fastest. After destroying a person’s body, his thoughts are basically gone. Throughout the ages, there have been only a few thinkers with a long history, most of them Even if a person has a brilliant mind, it will be obliterated in the long river of history under the butcher knife, and there will not even be a wave of spray.

The opposite Gushi Khan was looking at him fiercely.

The smile on Han Lingshan's face grew stronger.

This is the Gushi Khan who instigated some stupid Usi Tibetans to invade the Hexi Corridor. As a result, the furious Xia Wanchun was completely killed. Not only that, those who did not participate in the rebellion were also executed by Xia Wanchun in the 11th smash. make.

Even so, after Yun Zhao learned that the Usi Tibetans had enslaved the Han Chinese, Duan Guoren, who had already been cruel to the Usi Tibetans, was severely reprimanded by Yun Zhao, thinking that he was too kind to the enemy. .

Therefore, after returning to Hexi, Duan Guoren entered Qinghai and fought with Gushi Khan in Huangshui Valley. After this war, Gushi Khan had to leave Qinghai and led a few remnants to defeat the future. Arrived in Lhasa.

Duan Guoren set up the Qinghai Navy Division in Qinghai, responsible for guarding this plateau.

Now, Han Lingshan wants to do something about cutting the grass and rooting out.

In the chaotic world, there is no need to be reasonable. Just look at the prisoners whose ankles are chained to begging along the street and the women who are packed in wooden boxes with only a pair of horrified and desperate eyes. You know that reasonable people here are generally miserable.

"Sangjie, you took someone to kill me and robbed my Red Palace, didn't you?"

Han Lingshan looked around and found that there were no onlookers, then he nodded and said: "Yes, I am going to build a White House for the Living Buddha Morigen. You have also seen it. There are no trees here, so I had to demolish your Red Palace. It will be just a moment."

The Mongolian language of Hanling Mountain is very good, even a pure Mongolian like Gushi Khan can't hear anything unusual.

"I want you to return all the things you robbed, otherwise you will never die!"

Han Lingshan once again confirmed that there are no large-powered people in the surrounding area, and nodded and said: "Very well, I heard that you took away the most precious gem of your tribe with you. Now, I want it too."

Gushi Khan's eyes were about to split, and he yelled at a priest behind him: "How to do it, I will ask the gods to kill this slave!"

Hearing the words, the **** man with all kinds of colorful flags all over his body immediately took a skull in one hand and shook a delicate bell in the other, and began to dance...

"The snow mountain listened to my orders, the giant stones listened to my orders, the floods listened to my orders, the gods gave orders, smashed these slaves, drowned these slaves, buried..."

The snow mountain did not follow the order, the boulder did not follow the order, and the flood did not come... Therefore, the gods jumped harder, roared louder, some people played huge tambourines, and more people shouted loudly behind, like It is to awaken the gods. (Don't laugh, this is how the Usi Tibetans, who were completely religiously ruled in the Ming Dynasty, fought in this way... completely different from the powerful Tubo in the Tang Dynasty.)

Then, Han Lingshan ordered to shoot...

The distance was too close, and Gushi Khan was sifted by bullets in the first place. Yin Hongxue shot out from all directions. He was horrified to plug the gun with his hands, but with too few hands. After a while, he turned his back to the sky. Fell to the ground.

The sacred man is indeed a sacred man. He was unscathed in the rain of bullets and continued to dance bravely, but the Mongols who surrounded him were shot and fell to the ground. It was just a grand scene of flags and flags. A mess.

Han Lingshan kicked the sacred man who believed he could summon the gods to help in the war. The sacred man fell to the ground and still raised his hands to ask for help from the snowy mountains not far away.

The apricot flags on his body were still stuck behind his back, not stained with dust.

After the gunfire stopped, Han Lingshan had to sigh with emotion. This **** Gushi Khan was indeed good. In this battle, the more than 500 people he brought with him did not receive an order to attack. They would not attack. After receiving the order to retreat, they did not retreat and were all killed by bullets.

After the soldiers brought by Han Lingshan installed bayonets on the guns, they began to clean up the battlefield. The groans that had been permeating the battlefield soon disappeared. Only the **** man, kneeling in the world, holding his hands high, it is difficult for ordinary people to use it. He spoke quickly to understand, and hurriedly asked the gods for help.

The child slaves of the Us Tibetans are very useful. Even though the bullets here have killed countless people, they did not stop the small rammer in their hands. They still went around the circle, 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. After Han Lingshan opened it, he found that there were two blue and blue aquamarine gemstones, each of which was the size of a pigeon egg. Mysterious light shone under the sunlight.

The only living **** ignorant of his situation, he screamed and ran to the snow mountain, he was not running away, he was still working hard to ask the gods for help, hoping that the powerful gods could kill these vicious butchers.

"Ah, god, I dedicate myself to you."

The gods who ran a short distance might feel that their prayer heart was not sincere enough. He pulled out his hand fork from his waist, cut his own throat without hesitation, and watched his blood rush three feet away. Then he fell to the ground with relief, and looked at Han Lingshan not far away from the corner of his eyes. He felt that he had won. (The story here comes from British records, the credibility is unknown.)

Seeing this scene of Han Lingshan, even if he was bold, he couldn't help but cast his gaze on the snow-capped mountain close at hand at this time. He took his subordinates and looked at the snow-capped mountain with a dull and guilty gaze. He was really worried about this. Xueshan would do something to these butchers like them.

The wind surging on the snow-capped mountains blows up large swaths of snow, and it falls from a high altitude to the ground. Without much effort, it covers the bones all over the ground, as if telling the world again that killing is a game for mortals. Irrelevant.

"Okay, the gods have turned this page over, and now we will bring the horse drawn by Gushi Khan and the others. We brought too few horses."

After Han Lingshan confirmed that the gods were on his side, he gave a loud order to start clearing the battlefield. Soon there will be a place where the Living Buddha Morigen will preach the scriptures and the corpses cannot be made everywhere, and it is not good-looking.

With the help of the slaves, the battlefield was quickly cleaned up, mainly because the cliff was not far away. After the corpse was thrown into the cliff, countless vultures would naturally clean them up.

The slaves were still beating the frozen ground in the heavy snow. It was obviously useless to do so. Han Lingshan was only using this excuse to hire more slaves.

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

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

Therefore, he quickly increased the price, regardless of whether he wanted slaves of men, women, young or old.

Slaves in the winter are worthless, 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.

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

Therefore, in the days when the cold wind was no longer biting, there were 10,000 slaves who continued to smash the ground with the rammer.

This made Sang the biggest joke in Lhasa-an idiot who kept beating the ground in winter and wanted a solid foundation.

Han Lingshan is very good to these slaves. Not only did they untie the chains on their ankles, but they also provided them with sufficient tsampa and ghee. It is afraid that some slaves sneaked away in the middle of the night to kill his enemies. He can come back in the morning when he rolls his name, and he still has a good meal.

As for who the slave ran out to kill, Han Lingshan didn’t care. He insisted on thinking that as long as he worked here, he was his people, and his people were not allowed to be any **** Kasha,” “Kicha”, “Zong”. And Uzbek officials such as "Xika".

Even if the messenger of the Living Buddha came, Han Lingshan asked them to show the warrant of the Living Buddha Mozhigen, otherwise they would not cooperate.

Although no outsider saw how Gushi Khan died, everyone in Lhasa knew that this barbarian Usi Tibetan named Sangjie killed him.

The psychological activities of the upper class in Lhasa are very strange. A Usi Tibetan killed the Mongols... This is not too bad.

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

After Sun Guoxin, the Living Buddha of Morigen, came to the huge encampment of Hanling Mountain~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he took out the gems that Hanling Mountain showed him and put it into his sleeve.

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

Sun Guoxin had obviously forgotten about the gems. He looked at Han Lingshan's eyes and said, "This is how you can help me? You are going to spend money to hire all the slaves, and then use my mouth to completely liberate. they?"

Han Lingshan smiled and said: "You don't have a basic plate in Lhasa. These 10,000 slaves are your basic strength. The entire Lhasa is only 70,000 people. It can be achieved with a small amount of money. Why should I get bloody? ?"

"Gushi Khan doesn't think so."

"His opinion is not important."

Sun Guoxin sighed and said: "This is indeed the case. His opinion is really not important. He is already a dead person. Who cares about a dead person's opinion?"

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