Hearing this sound, the security regiment cavalry immediately stopped.
What should we do now? The team members looked towards Chief He Sian.
It was also the first time He Sian encountered this situation and couldn't help but stop and think.
Yi Shuitai was a corps commander. He listened carefully and his expression changed sharply: "He Shichang, this voice seems to be from a Han Chinese."
When everyone heard this, they all looked furious, and some even pulled out their ragged knives.
Although Han people do not make up the majority in Qingtang City, they are the Han people who rely on them.
Because they are the security group. The little saint once said that what a security group is is to ensure the safety of one party.
Although the situation in Tubo is special, they still want to keep it safe.
They are Han soldiers and horses, and they should protect the safety of the Han people.
What's more, the little saint is the supervisor of Tubo and already has a lot of power.
The Han people are our compatriots. How can we let our compatriots be bullied in front of us?
"Human life is at stake, we must ask for help." He Sian waved his hand decisively, no longer hesitated, and immediately gave the order.
Tap tap, tap tap, the security regiment soldiers immediately turned their horses and ran towards the screaming voice.
Yi Shuitai reacted very quickly when he heard the order. He pointed his ears and ran to find the sound.
He came to a group of houses and realized something was wrong.
Wan Hongzhuang was also a corps leader. He was not slow to respond and followed closely behind Yi Shuitai.
He pricked up his ears and listened, then shook his head: "It's not here, it should be in front."
The two of them clamped down on the horse's belly and continued to search for the source of the sound.
When Yi Shuitai heard this, his expression changed drastically. He held the horse's rein with one hand and pointed to the front with the other hand: "Dazhuang, listen, the sound seems to be coming from the front."
"Isn't it from a civilian residence?" Wan Hongzhuang glanced along Yishui Terrace and couldn't help but changed his mind, "It seems to be a temple."
"What, this sound is coming from the temple?" He Sian couldn't help but frown and looked towards the temple.
There are lamas living in the temples of Tubo. Unlike the monks of the Song Dynasty, these lamas are truly outside the three realms and not among the five elements.
Lamas were quite powerful in Tibet and still had real power in the Tibetan court.
The Grand Lama was also the political minister of the Tubo court, Shamen Bochan, who was equivalent to the political governor of the Song Dynasty.
The patrol members immediately looked at Chief He Sian to see how he would handle the matter.
"Save people first and then talk about it." He Sian said decisively without any hesitation.
Yi Shuitai was already impatient with waiting, so he ran towards the lama temple on horseback.
As soon as he saw the temple gate, Yi Shuitai was stopped by ten lamas.
One of the middle-aged lamas made a Buddha's name: "Donor, this is a temple. You are not believers, please leave immediately."
"Master, there is a cry for help here, and we are here to save people." After all, this is a lama temple, so Yi Shuitai bowed his hand and was polite.
The middle-aged lama returned the gift and replied calmly: "Donor, this is the great lama doing something. It has nothing to do with you."
"Master, no, this is a human cry of pain. We must go in and have a look." Yi Shuitai still bowed and said patiently.
The lama did not say anything nice about him but let him in: "Donor, this is the great lama doing something, please don't disturb him."
"Shangfeng, that's not right. Why can there be painful sounds when doing something, and it's the voice of a little lady." Yi Shuitai suppressed the anxiety in his heart and explained patiently, "It's a temple, and the little lady from there, how can you do it?" A bad thing can't be done by force on a little lady?"
"Donor, the great lama's rituals are naturally different from those of Han monks." The middle-aged lama shook his head and threatened, "If you delay the great lama's rituals, you will definitely be attacked by demons."
When he saw Yi Shuitai proposing a temple lady, he not only found out the reason, but also threatened her with the devil.
"Master, you are so obstructive that you are hiding a young lady in the temple. Let me search her." Seeing the middle-aged lama Tiexin obstructing her, Yi Shuitai felt more and more that there was something wrong with the temple and found a reason to order.
The remaining four security regiment cavalry have been waiting impatiently and are about to break in as soon as the horse's head is raised.
The middle-aged lama opened his hands and shouted: "Donor, this is a holy land of Lamaism. You are ordinary people. Aren't you afraid of heavy punishment by the Buddha?"
Hearing what the middle-aged lama said so seriously, the four security regiment cavalrymen couldn't help but hesitate.
The middle-aged lama had a sneer on his face. He carried the Buddha out, but as expected he didn't dare to go in.
Thinking of this, he felt even happier. As long as it was over inside, he would feel at ease.
Seeing the middle-aged lama carrying the Buddha to suppress people, Yi Shuitai couldn't help but frown and looked at He Sian.
After all, he is not as knowledgeable as He Sian. Let's see if He Sian can do anything.
"Everyone, they are not monks, they are lamas. I heard that lamas not only skinned people, but also killed living people to make magical objects. Now there are miserable screams inside. It is obvious that barbarians are being killed or skinned. If they don't go in, they will succeed. It's over." He Sian shouted and immediately ordered, "Rush in, it's important to save people."
"Stop them, don't let them in." When the middle-aged lama heard that they were about to break in, he became anxious and shouted loudly.
After saying that, he immediately pulled out the wooden stick behind the door and blocked the door.
Seeing him take out his wooden stick, other lamas also took out their wooden sticks and blocked the door together.
Obviously, these lamas saw that the opponent had weapons and cavalry, and they did not dare to stop them with their bare hands.
"They are not ordinary lamas who have used weapons. They are weapon lamas. Rush in and save people." Seeing the lama using wooden sticks, He Sian couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Originally they were just suspicious, but now the other party not only blocked him, but also blocked him with wooden sticks.
If it is said that there is no problem with the Lama Temple, absolutely no one will believe it.
What does it mean to sleep on a pillow, these lamas are.
After He Sian finished speaking, he pulled the reins of the horse, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and rushed towards the gate.
He took the lead and charged the horses, and the other men immediately followed. Suddenly the eleven horses were about to rush towards the temple gate.
When the middle-aged lama saw He Sian's horse rushing towards the gate, he wanted to retreat.
But the great lama ordered him to guard the gate, so he had no choice but to swipe at He Sian's horse's legs with the wooden stick in his hand.
Not only did he act, he also shouted loudly: "Attack the horse's legs."
In his opinion, he did not attack the soldiers of the security group, but only attacked the horse's legs, and the other party did not dare to do anything to them.
What's more, the status of Tibetan lamas is extremely high.
Not only the common people, but also the Tubo nobles must respectfully address lamas as "Master" when they see them.
With his order, other lamas also took action, sweeping the wooden sticks in their hands towards the horses of the security group.
As long as the horse's leg is hit by the middle-aged lama, the horse's leg must be severed.
The other party exerted great force, and the wooden stick in his hand already made a whining sound.
He Sian actually didn't want to use weapons, but the lama was about to break his horse's legs.
In desperation, He Sian took out his Hu-killing knife and slashed at the wooden stick in the lama's hand.
With a bang, the wooden stick in the middle-aged lama's hand was cut into two pieces by He Sian's Hu-killing knife.
The middle-aged lama was shocked and immediately dropped half of the wooden stick in his hand.
As he stepped back, he shouted hurriedly: "Ring the bell, ring the bell, monk soldiers, monk soldiers."
A lama who didn't do anything hurriedly hit the hanging bell with a wooden stick, making a heavy buzzing sound.
What surprised He Sian was that not long after the bell struck, he heard a strange sound.
Boom, boom, boom, the sound of an earthquake came from behind the Lama Temple.
Listening to this voice, there are about a hundred or so, obviously a lot of them.
The middle-aged lama couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this voice.
The Han people only have about ten soldiers and horses, but there are hundreds of temples here, so they will definitely win.
"Damn it, they are blocking us here because they are letting the monk soldiers prepare." He Sian couldn't help being furious, "They have monk soldiers ready to fight."
After saying that, he put the Hu-killing knife into the scabbard and took out the hand-held crossbow.
The other soldiers of the security group did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly put away their swords and took out their hand-held crossbows.
Boom, boom, boom, these monk soldiers have rushed over.
They walked along the temple wall, and the war horses brought bursts of dust, coupled with shouting and huge rumbling sounds, it was indeed menacing.
Seeing the momentum of the monk soldiers, the middle-aged lama was very happy and shouted loudly: "Stop them, stop them."
The rumbling sound was getting closer and closer, already only a hundred steps away from them.
The soldiers of the security regiment couldn't help but look at these monk soldiers and found that these monk soldiers were no different from ordinary Tubo soldiers.
They wore leather armor, carried spears in their hands, and had long swords or scimitars hanging from their waists.
They galloped on their horses, brandished their spears, shouted and charged towards the security group soldiers.
Although both sides are cavalry, their numbers are not of the same level at all.
There are hundreds of cavalry on one side and only ten cavalry on the other.
Not only were the young lamas overjoyed, but the middle-aged lama even sneered.
As long as the two sides fight, it will definitely end with the victory of the monk soldiers.
Not only the lama could see this, but also He Sian could certainly see it.
These monk soldiers must not be allowed to get closer, the security team is too small.
Originally, the lama and the security team were on good terms, and both sides were safe for the time being.
Now the monk soldiers are preventing them from rushing in in the name of self-defense.
If the security team wants to rush in, there will inevitably be a conflict.
Not only did the lama have a high status in Tibet, but he also did not conflict with the security forces.
What to do, the other party has the upper hand morally in the name of self-defense.
If the security team does not have a proper reason, they will instead say that they are provoking the lama.
If the lawsuit reaches the Tubo court, it will still be the security team that suffers.
What should I do? Time waits for no one. The cavalry comes and time flies.
The officers and soldiers of the security group didn't know what to do for a moment and couldn't help but look at He Sian.
You must make up your mind, one that can not only occupy the great cause, but also suppress the opponent's momentum.
"They are not lamas, but rebels and are shooting arrows." Seeing the other party getting closer and closer, He Sian shouted while triggering the trigger, and fired the crossbow arrows at the monk soldiers.
After hearing the order from the tenth commander, the soldiers of the security group no longer hesitated and subconsciously activated the machine gun with the crossbow in their hand.
"Puff, puff, puff." The soldiers of the security regiment held crossbows and shot at the Lama monk soldiers.
A monk soldier waved the spear in his hand wildly and shouted: "Be careful, they have bows and arrows in their hands."
The other monk soldiers also shouted, waving their spears while rushing towards the security regiment soldiers.
1 second remember network:
