On the Mongolian grasslands, in addition to the princes and nobles, there are also these lamas who possess knowledge. Mongolia has embraced Tibetan Buddhism since the mid-Ming Dynasty. After hundreds of years of preaching, Lamaism has replaced the past shaman worship in the entire prairie. And became the first sect.
There are very few people chanting the Immortality Heaven, and more of them are herdsmen who believe in Buddhism. Basically every large tribe has a lama master to worship, and very large tribes even worship living Buddhas.
These living lamas communicated with each other on a regular basis, so they knew that in the far east there were remnants of the Han people who had rebelled against the rule of Tsarist Russia and were known as the Far East Volunteer Army.
They also know that the rebels of Aguba in Central Asia have invaded northern Xinjiang. Xinjiang is currently at war with the sky, but the imperial repressive troops are still in the Gansu-Shaanxi area and have not entered Gansu.
It is precisely because of the large amount of information he possesses that the old lama can see through the identities of these people at a glance. "I understand, you are going to the outside of the Pass, to the Wusuli River, to attack the Far East Volunteer Army, right?"
"Haha, I understand. You attacked our Eagle Department for no reason. I'm afraid it's because your military rations are no longer enough. You can't make ends meet with the usual method of raising money. So you want to kill the entire Eagle Department and make him the last one. All the life-saving rations are taken away, right?"
"It seems that you will not let go of any of the tribes on both sides of the Shilka River. You will kill every one when you see them. You are just a group of locusts who want to eat up all the food."
"Without an army of more than 50,000, there wouldn't be such a big appetite, Lord Buddha! Why is there such a huge disaster?"
The Tsarist Russian officer opposite was stunned at the time. He did not expect that there were such smart people in this remote small tribe, and that he could deduce so much intelligence from such a small amount of information.
The situation in the Far East concerns the Tsar's heart, and naval support alone is not enough. Last year, Tsarist Russia gave an order to the cavalry regiment in Central Asia, ordering the regiment commander Fadeev to lead five heavy cavalry divisions, totaling 50,000 people. Starting from Central Asia, it spans the entire Mobei grassland and heads towards the Far East.
But the army is different from the navy. The army cannot travel at all during the long winter. The Mobei region is almost close to the permafrost zone. The winter is extremely cold and often lasts for half a month. Marching in this kind of weather is courting death.
However, the war situation did not allow them to be negligent in the slightest. In the end, they had no choice but to set off in spring when the wind and snow were a little lighter. Although the ground had not turned green at this time, the snow had begun to loosen and melt, and there were already some sprouts under the snow layer when the war horses pushed through. The grass is green.
This is the limit time for the army to move out. It will encounter heavy snow early in the morning, and it will be late to catch up with the decisive battle. Finally, Fadeev ordered to support the war with war. The 50,000-strong army only brought a small amount of supplies and marched at full speed. When they saw a tribe Just wipe out a tribe and rob the herdsmen of their cattle, sheep and hay to provide supplies for the army.
In order to keep the secret, the legion commander issued a hush-hush order, and all the tribes must be slaughtered to prevent the tribes behind from having any vigilance.
The leader of the team today was Commander Gogol, the commander of the First Division. The Eagle Tribe became a sacrifice in his hands. The men of the entire tribe were slaughtered. In the distance, the rangers were chasing down the fleeing women and children. No one will be left alive under his strict orders.
Gogol squatted in front of the old lama and asked softly, "You are right, but there is one mistake I need to correct. We have a total of 100,000 troops, not 50,000!"
"Hahaha, don't lie to me as a monk. We are more familiar with this prairie than you are. Since I know your starting point and destination, I can also guess the route you are going to take."
"I know better than you how many tribes, cattle and sheep there are on this route! That little supply is not enough to consume a hundred thousand troops. You are just bragging. Just like the Han people's art of war, ten Thousands are blown into half a million, and half a million are blown into one million, just to scare people!"
"Oh, you are still a treasure! Since you are so familiar with this land, how about you come to be my guide? We are indeed short of military rations!"
The old lama sneered, "Do you want me to take you to massacre other tribes? Just dream, I would rather go to hell than help you!"
"Hahaha, you will agree, but I don't believe you can bear to watch your disciples die!" Gogol pouted, and several soldiers pulled out the four young disciples behind the old lama like wolves and tigers.
He was kicked to the ground with a bloody saber on his neck. "Old man, do you agree or not! Their life and death are in your control."
"Master! Woohoo, I'm scared." The little lama started crying.
The eyes of the old lama were also wet. "Disciple, don't cry. We can't kill others because we are greedy for life and afraid of death. That's thousands of lives! If we don't go to hell, who will! Master, go with you."
"Stubborn!" Gogol slashed with his knife. The head of the young lama fell to the ground, and the blood from his chest rushed out more than half a meter high.
"Disciple" the old lama roared sadly, but then he closed his eyes and began to recite the rebirth mantra. He was trying to save his disciple and himself.
"Ouch? You are such a smelly, stubborn and stubborn donkey! I guess it was your head or my knife that pulled another one up!" Gogol stabbed him again, and the second little lama's head fell to the ground.
"Disciple! Look directly at life and death with no fear in your heart! We have enjoyed the offerings from the herdsmen, and now is the time to repay our kindness to them! Don't be afraid, follow the master and chant the Buddha's name together!"
"Namo Amitabha! Namo Amitabha!" The old lama and the two weeping young lamas unexpectedly chanted the name of the Buddha. The loud sounds of the Buddha's voice made Gogol extremely irritable.
"Damn it! How could you meet such a die-hard person? Well, well, you don't mind killing your apprentices, right? I'll kill these women and children."
After speaking, Gogol chopped down the two young lamas with two swords, and then grabbed a woman and the child in her arms, "Old bald donkey! Do you agree or not! These are the herdsmen who have worshiped you. Are you really watching helplessly?" Are they going to die?"
The old lama opened his eyes, and finally the tears did not stop flowing down. "I gave you your name Risu. Its meaning is the straight and noble green pine! I watched you grow up, and you Kind and honest”
"Now tell me, do you really want me to lead these demons to slaughter the women and children of other tribes? Tell me."
That day, Su burst into tears. She shook her head, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm walking ahead of you!" After saying this, the strong woman suddenly rushed forward. Gogol never expected this woman. He actually rushed forward and wiped his neck on the blade, causing arterial blood to spurt out with a whoosh.
Gogol was shocked. He was shocked by the strong character of the Mongolian blood. Before he could react, the six-year-old boy suddenly rushed over and bit his wrist.
"Ah! It hurts so much to kill this little beast!"
