Not only did He Sian look at him, but others also looked at him.
Wang Dalang smiled bitterly, lowered his head and whispered, "But where our family lives, no one can imagine it."
"No one can imagine that you are slaves. Do you live at the bottom?" He Sian rolled his eyes a few times, raised his chin after thinking for a while, and asked.
Wang Dalang nodded and smiled bitterly, feeling embarrassed at the same time: "Exactly, so my brother-in-law also saw it?"
"No, we didn't see where you live on the first floor." He Sian shook his head and said he didn't know.
Wang Dalang couldn't help being surprised and looked at He Sian: "Brother-in-law, the first floor is obviously where we live. Didn't you see it?"
"First floor, first floor." He Sian thought for a while and suddenly shook his head, "There is no place for you to live on the first floor. I only see low, small rooms like those for dogs."
"Brother-in-law, you never expected that this is where we live." Wang Dalang lowered his head again.
He Sian and his subordinates couldn't believe their ears. They were all dumbfounded and looked at Wang Dalang with their mouths open.
He Sian supported Aunt Wang with one hand and pointed to the distant Huangzhong Villa: "You actually live in a small house that only dogs can live in?"
Aunt Wang and Wang Dalang lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look up at the people present.
"Yes, that's the kind of place we live in. In the eyes of the noble master, we are just talking beasts." Wang Dalang did not dare to raise his head at all, and lowered his head lower due to his low self-esteem.
He Sian patted the shoulders of the two siblings and said comfortingly: "The people of the Song Dynasty do not live in doghouses and do not have slaves. Don't worry, siblings, we will rescue your family and let you and the noble master That kind of house.”
"Is this true?" Wang Dalang couldn't believe his ears, raised his head cautiously, looked at He Sian and asked.
Not only Wang Dalang couldn't believe it, but Aunt Wang couldn't believe her ears and secretly looked at He Sian.
He Sian nodded, smiled and said, "Of course it is."
He is a great leader, and now he has saved another family, exposed and found evidence that the Tibetan lamas used living people as sacrifices, and made great contributions.
The Jianguo Mansion was built extremely luxuriously, with almost a hundred houses.
Soldiers live in a house, and each room can accommodate about twenty people.
In other words, about two thousand people can live in the Jianguo Mansion, not to mention there is a barracks behind it, which can also accommodate hundreds of people.
Although many officials and security guards live here, no civilians have lived here yet.
He Sian can report to the security team and there will be no problem in applying for a house.
He Sian knew that in the eyes of the little saint, the Han people should be superior to others and would never be reduced to the lowest level of pariahs.
Just to give the Han slaves a chance, the security team would agree to let their families live here.
Siblings Wang Dalang and Aunt Wang couldn't help but look happy, already looking forward to a bright future.
It was when the siblings were yearning for the time in the future that the fierce fighting sounds and tragic shouts below reminded them that this was a battlefield.
Hearing the rumbling sound like thunder, the siblings turned pale.
Aunt Wang rarely spoke due to the pain in her body due to being skinned and the need for maintenance.
Wang Dalang looked at the sky and asked with some trembling: "There is no lightning in the sky. It is winter again. Where does the thunder and lightning come from?"
"This is the thunder and lightning sent by the security team to punish lamas, monks and Tibetan soldiers who have done bad things." Yi Shuitai saw that his sister and brother's faces were pale, and he couldn't explain it at the moment. He simply followed the other's idea and came up with a new explanation. .
Wang Dalang looked at his brother-in-law dubiously. Was his brother-in-law arranged by God to save his family?
He looked at He Sian and asked: "Brother-in-law, are you really arranged by God to save our family?"
"It should be said that my brother-in-law has a fate with your family. He is arranged by God to save your family. Once the security team defeats the Tibetan troops, he will save your family immediately. By the way, who else is in your family?" He Sian thought about it. Think about it, and feel that following the other person’s ideas will make them feel more at ease.
Wang Dalang couldn't help being overjoyed, and he and his sister cried with joy.
He was about to answer He Sian's question when Wan Hongzhuang had already found leather armor and rope.
He Sian saw that lamas from other places had noticed that there was something wrong with the ritual hall, and they also rushed towards here with wooden sticks.
He could no longer care about anything else and immediately carefully put on the leather armor for the young lady.
There was a wound the size of a palm on the little lady's back. He had covered the wound with her skin. He could not let the leather armor touch her delicate wound now.
After Aunt Wang's wound was disinfected with alcohol, He Sian also gave him White Immortal Medicine, which was more effective than Jinchuang Medicine. It was specially refined by the Little Sage from precious medicinal materials in Dali, Ziqi Kingdom and other places.
It can be said that he was able to handle and administer medicine at the scene, and He Sian's medicine was given to him.
Although Aunt Wang didn't know what medicine He Sian used, she felt that he was very attentive and she was naturally grateful.
He Sian came up with a way to use ropes to fix the leather armor as high as possible above the wound, so that the leather armor would not touch the skinned area.
Then he took the rope and carried the little lady tightly on his back, so as to minimize the damage to her wounds.
"Now we are going to rush out, are you afraid?" The two of them have basically confirmed their relationship now, He Sian still asked with concern.
Aunt Wang hugged He Sian tightly: "The servants are here, so I won't be afraid."
Although she said she wasn't afraid, it was a lie.
After all, she was a fourteen-year-old girl, and being skinned by the executioner had left a lifelong shadow in her heart.
Her only reliance now is He Sian, believing that he can take her to escape from the temple and come to Tubo.
Although she didn't speak, she heard her brother talking to He Sian and was full of confidence in He Sian and the security team behind him.
But thinking about rushing out soon was something she had never encountered before. She was still worried about an accident and couldn't help but hug He Sian tightly.
"It doesn't matter. We are in the middle, and there are people protecting us from both sides. Don't worry, Auntie." Feeling the trembling from Auntie Wang, He Sian hurriedly comforted her.
When Aunt Wang heard this, she felt a little relieved.
She suddenly saw the thin Wang Dalang, and she couldn't help but worry again: "Officer, where is Dalang?"
"Don't worry, you siblings are all in the middle." He Sian took Aunt Wang and climbed onto his horse.
Fortunately, Aunt Wang was a young lady after all, and due to malnutrition, the war horse was not affected much.
Aunt Wang and He Sian got on the horses, but they were still a little worried about their younger brother and couldn't help but look towards Wang Dalang.
She only saw that Wang Dalang was wearing a leather armor and was small. Yi Shuitai directly pulled him onto his horse, carried him and killed him towards the gate.
But as soon as they rushed down from the mountain, they encountered about thirty or forty cavalry, waving their spears and shouting as they rushed towards them.
Ma Li and Xiong Hu each rushed into his monk with fifty cavalry.
Zhao Yang's task outside was heavy, and their task was not light either. They not only had to cover He Sian and the others to rescue the young lady, but they also had to defeat all the monks before the heavy Tibetan cavalry came in outside.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, the monk saw that he could not catch up with He Sian and the others, so he had to fight with the security team.
On the battlefield, there is a saying that an inch long is an inch strong.
Now they have spears in their hands. The other party has no weapons, so they can't help but be overjoyed.
Tsomu laughed loudly while waving his spear: "Cijie, they are few and have no weapons, kill them."
After saying that, he drove the horse with all his strength and rode towards the horse power to kill.
He believed that as long as his spear was close to the opponent, he would be able to knock the opponent off his horse.
The reason why Tsomu was able to become the Captain of Two Centurions was related to his strength.
As long as the opponent fights with him, if he is defeated, he may lift the opponent off the horse and then throw him violently under the horse.
His men were in great awe of him and called him the general who picked people.
With two hundred soldiers and horses, he naturally cannot become a general, but being able to win this title shows that he is extremely powerful.
Tsomu rushed ahead, and so did his horse power.
Ma Li squinted his eyes and saw that the spear in the opponent's hand was not only almost half the size of Pu, but also covered with a layer of copper. It was obvious that he was a leader.
Ma Ma smiled coldly, took out the bed crossbow, aimed at the opponent, and said loudly: "Launch."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crossbow in his hand was fired.
The monk and the horse power were about fifty steps apart. Tsomu couldn't help but sneer when he saw the other party launching.
He had seen barbarians riding bows, but he had never seen the other party holding a crossbow.
He was about to speed up and rush toward the other party when a sudden sound came from him.
Tsomu couldn't help being surprised. He heard the sound of arrows being fired even though the opponent didn't draw his bow.
The sound was very rapid, somewhat similar to a bed crossbow. Could it be a crossbow arrow or something like that.
He had no time to think, and he naturally waved the spear in his hand.
He only heard the tinkling sound, and a shower of arrows fell around him.
He reacted extremely quickly to avoid being hit by the crossbow arrows.
There were also monk soldiers who reacted very quickly and subconsciously waved their spears in their hands.
But they never expected that the hand-held crossbow was not as good as the bow and arrow. Not only was it faster, but it was also far more powerful than the bow rider.
Although some of them dodged the crossbow arrows, their mounts did not.
Some horses were hit by arrows in their bodies, some in their stomachs, some in their necks, and some in their heads.
The monk soldiers are all light cavalry. Except for the breastplate, there is no leather protection elsewhere.
This is true for everyone, not to mention horses.
After being hit by an arrow, the horse would either run around or stand upright, or fall down immediately with injuries to its neck and head.
Tsomu's soldiers were caught off guard. At least half of them were hit by arrows, and even 20% of them fell to the ground in the first round of arrow rain.
His centurions, deputy centurions, and commanders also reacted very quickly, but except for the four centurions and deputy centurions, the other commanders and captains were more or less injured by arrows.
Tsomu finally reacted at this time, waving and shouting at the top of his lungs: "Be careful with the crossbows in their hands."
As soon as Tsomu finished speaking, the second round of arrows from the security team arrived.
The monk soldier was already prepared for the second round, shouting and waving desperately.
However, the distance between the two sides was closer, the security group's aim was more accurate, and it was more powerful. Another 20% of the monk soldiers were hit by arrows and fell from their horses.
Now, except for about ten officers including Tsomu and Cijie who were not injured, the rest were more or less injured.
Tsomu and Cijie were heartbroken and almost shed tears.
But the two still thought it was worth it, because the two sides were about to fight hand to hand.
No matter how powerful the crossbow arrow is, it can only be fired from a long distance.
But when the two sides come into close combat, the world will inevitably be dominated by spears.
"Boom, boom, boom." Tsomu, Cijie and others suddenly saw flashes of lightning one after another, followed by bursts of thunderous sounds.
The monks and soldiers were all filled with liver and bile, and they shouted in despair: "They know the magic, they know the magic, they know the magic."
The monk soldiers behind wanted to turn around and run back, but the charging horses could not retreat at all, so they had no choice but to rush forward.
All the monk soldiers seemed to be in despair, not to mention the war horses.
The war horses were either bumping into each other, trying desperately to throw their master off, or running away in all directions.
Even the uninjured horses were like this, and those with injuries to their necks, stomachs, and noses were even more crazy.
They either throw their owners down directly or lie down with them.
Thirty or forty centurions and captains, including Tsomu and Cijie, were so frightened that they became weak. They relied on their excellent skills to control their horses and turned them around one after another.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, the ground shook.
Hearing this sound, it was obvious that at least three hundred war horses rushed towards here.
Now, the security group and the monk soldiers couldn't help but look at the new cavalry.
The soldiers and horses who came were all wearing armor and holding spears in their hands. They were Tubo's heavy cavalry.
"It's our cavalry. The reinforcements have arrived. The reinforcements have arrived." Tsomu couldn't help being overjoyed and shouted loudly.
Hearing this, the remaining thirty or forty monk soldiers couldn't help but be overjoyed, and their morale suddenly rose.
Cijie was just happy for a while, but suddenly thought about the loss of their troops just now, and his face changed greatly: "What's the use of having more soldiers and horses? The other side can do magic and thunder in winter."
Hearing this, the monk soldiers were immediately discouraged.
Indeed, no matter how many people there are, there is no use. The other party can do magic and thunder in winter.
Suddenly, an officer looked like he was riding fast and shouted loudly: "Tsomu, Ram, they don't know magic, they are firearms, they are firearms."
This person is none other than Basang, the deputy commander of the Tubo heavy cavalry.
Seeing that although the monk soldiers were defeated, most of the officers were still there, I couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that I had arrived in time.
Basang's eyes were extremely vicious. Although Tsomu and the others were still there, they had no fighting spirit and hurriedly shouted loudly.
"They don't know magic, they don't know magic, they just have firearms." Hearing this, Tsomu couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Hearing that it was not a magic spell, the morale of the remaining monk soldiers increased a bit.
Zuomu looked up towards the mountain and saw He Sian coming down from the mountain with the young lady and others.
He couldn't help being furious, brandishing the spear in his hand, pointing at He Sian and shouting: "Kill them and commit Han slaves."
He was frightened by the security team in front of him who knew how to use firearms, but he was not timid towards He Sian. Plus there were many of them and they were all officers, so bullying He Sian should be no problem.
As for the security group in front of us, let's leave it to the Tibetan heavy cavalry to deal with it.
Seeing that the monk soldiers had retreated, Ma Li and Xiong Hu did not pursue them.
Now that the Tubo heavy cavalry had moved in, they had to deal with the heavy cavalry.
He Sian already had the experience of defeating the monk soldiers of Nanzhao Temple, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
Seeing the heavy cavalry rushing over, Ma Li and Xiong Hu immediately joined forces.
The two looked at each other, and Ma Li frowned as he explained: "Zi Biao, General Zhao has tried his best and only let in three hundred heavy cavalry."
"Ziqi, three hundred heavy cavalry is not a small number. How to deal with them now?" Xiong Hu asked worriedly with his eyebrows locked together.
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