Although the two sides were far apart, some people saw them clearly seeing the movements of the Tibetan cavalry.
They were none other than Xiong Hu and Zhao Xiaodong.
The two of them smiled coldly and raised their hand-held bed crossbows together.
Puff, puff, with the sound of several crossbows, several more Tubo cavalrymen fell off their horses.
Jiangbai Gyatso and Sanji Yesi could see clearly that the people who were shooting arrows were not only the two soldiers on the ground and the nearby security regiment, but they were also shooting from the middle of the road.
Jiangbai Gyatso's face was horrified. He visually measured the distance and found that they were two hundred steps away from them in the middle of the road.
Sanji Yesi was even more surprised. From such a long distance, they actually hit the target with one blow. He didn't know how they did it.
Sangyi Yesi and Jiangbai Gyatso are also archers and have a deep understanding of bows and arrows.
He is an archer who can pierce the enemy with a hundred steps. Remember, it is a hundred steps that can pierce the enemy, not a hundred steps that can pierce the enemy.
Although there is only one word difference between "Hundred Steps to Chuan Yang" and "Hundred Steps to Chuan Yang", the techniques are vastly different.
A hundred steps to pierce the Yang will only penetrate stationary objects, but a Hundred Steps to pierce the Yang will only penetrate moving objects.
Even so, Sangji Yesi could only hit a target a hundred steps away.
The two arrows in front of him were at least two hundred steps away, or even further.
Although the opponent's miniature crossbow is more powerful than a bow and arrow, it is extremely challenging to the eyes.
You know, beyond two hundred, the war horse becomes extremely small, not much bigger than a rabbit, or even smaller.
Not only did they target the war horse, they also shot it in the neck.
How was this done? Thinking of this, Sanji Yesi couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
He could think of this, and Jiangbai Gyatso naturally thought of it too.
The two looked at the fallen horse with pale faces. Jiangbai Gyatso could not help but tremble.
Xiong Hu and Zhao Xiaodong looked at each other and looked at the thing holding the bed crossbow.
Zhao Xiaodong looked at the two fallen Tubo cavalry and couldn't help laughing when he saw their incredible expressions.
Xiong Hu nodded, trying his best to smile: "No matter how hard the Tubo cavalry tried, they never thought that we have clairvoyance."
"That's right, this clairvoyance is really good. It can clearly see the expressions of people half a mile away." Zhao Xiaodong continued to laugh, "The little saint invented this thing, which can shoot the enemy's head at three hundred steps."
They were almost three hundred steps away from the Tibetan cavalry and were able to shoot the horses in the neck.
If you continue to practice, it is possible to shoot the enemy in the head.
Seeing several of his men being shot by the security team, Sanji Yesi became anxious.
As he ran over, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Master Bear, Master Bear."
Xionghu didn't expect that this person knew his position, so he couldn't help but look towards Kuodechi.
"Master Xiong, Jiangbai Gyatso and Sangji Yesi know how powerful you are. They actually defeated Prime Minister You's heavy cavalry at Nanzhao Temple. Ask Kuodi to find out." Kuodi was a little embarrassed and bowed his hands and said, "Kuoku The earth told them.”
"I can't blame you for this. It seems that these two nobles are not simple and have a clear understanding of our situation. On the contrary, we still don't know about them. How are they doing?" Xiong Hu nodded and asked in passing.
"The two of them are also middle nobles, similar to Kuo Di, but only half of them are cavalry." After saying this, Kuo Di was a little disdainful.
Although they are middle-class nobles, they are still competing with each other.
Although there are only a hundred soldiers and horses in Kuodi, all of them are cavalry.
Jiangbai Gyatso and Sanji Yesi only had one hundred cavalry in total, so they were naturally looked down upon by Kuo Di.
Xiong Hu smiled coldly: "Although we don't have many troops, we are very courageous."
Hearing Xiong Hu's words, Kochi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Who among the Tibetan people is timid? If he hadn't been beaten to death by He Sian, he would most likely have provoked the security team again.
At this time, Sanji Yesi shouted, but there was no response from Xiong Hu.
"Master Xiong, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I just wanted to scare these bad guys." Sanji Yesi was anxious and said loudly with all his strength.
Xiong Hu's cold voice came over: "Scare, I clearly saw them using the spears in their hands."
Although his voice was loud, Xiong Hu's voice was not quiet either, and it even scared Sanji and Yesi.
The two of them looked carefully and saw that Xiong Hu was also holding a sound transmitting instrument.
Seeing the sound transmitting weapon in Xiong Hu's hand, the two of them bowed their heads in humiliation, with greedy looks in their eyes.
This security team is so powerful. It not only has extremely sharp swords, miniature crossbows, but also sound-transmitting magic weapons. I heard that there are also firearms that can make thunder in winter.
"Master Xiong, they ran too fast and didn't stop for a while." Sanji Yesi still wanted to quibble.
Xiong Hu's voice was as cold as the weather: "You clearly saw thousands of believers here, but you dared to ride your horse here. You didn't take human life seriously, and pulled you down..."
When the ten Tubo warriors heard this, they fell softly to the ground.
They were so anxious that they ignored their original majestic appearance and shouted: "Spare your life, spare your life."
At this time, the soldiers of the security group were still in charge, so they stepped forward and dragged these Tibetan warriors away.
"Master Xiong, they were just unintentional, please let them go." Hearing Xiong Hu say to pull him down, Sanji Yesi was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't expect that he was going to be decapitated.
Xionghu suppressed his amusement, as he was just trying to scare them.
His word "drag" has a profound meaning, which may lead to beheading and other punishments.
Since the other party begged for mercy, he followed suit: "If you ride a horse in the street, you will be exempted from death, but you will not be spared from the crime of living. Each person will hit forty big boards."
When the ten Tibetan warriors heard this, their faces turned pale. Forty big sticks were brought down. Although it would not kill anyone, it would take less than half a year to recover.
"Don't worry, I will ask the best doctor to treat you." Sangji Yesi knew the consequences of being beaten with forty sticks. "I will not arrange for you to do anything in the past six months."
Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful, but there was no regret medicine that could be purchased in the world.
Since he couldn't stop it, he had no choice but to comfort his subordinates to prevent people from being distracted.
When these Tubo warriors heard this, they forced a smile on their faces and felt relieved.
After all, they are the claws and thugs of the nobles, and it is their duty and instinct to charge into battle.
This time, they were used to charging into battle, and their master's power was so powerful that these warriors actually felt like they were looking down on the world.
This time the master asked them to charge into battle again, so naturally they thought it would be as relaxed and enjoyable as before.
Their war horses can show off their power in front of the Chaba, leaving the Chaba to hide and beg for mercy.
While Chaba was hiding, he cried and begged not to trample their crops.
But although Chaba's idea was good, he didn't know that the warrior's idea was different from theirs.
The more pain these warriors saw Chaba, the happier they became.
Although the samurai felt that their status was inferior to that of the nobles, their status was still above Chaba.
Since Chaba was not as good as him, and he was still half a servant of the nobles, and he did not have much status in the eyes of the nobles, they also did not take him seriously.
Although they were warriors, in the eyes of the nobles, they were just a group of thugs and domestic servants.
Warriors were ordered around by nobles, and it was common for them to be beaten and scolded.
Although they are better than Chaba, they cannot look directly at their master.
If they dare to look directly at their master, their eyes will be gouged out.
When they heard their master's greeting, they could only look at the ground and obey their master's arrangements.
These warriors were extremely inferior in front of the nobles, but in front of Chaba, their appearance changed. They were aloof and could only look down.
How can one express the superiority of a samurai? The only way is to hunt.
Usually they don't have the courage to trample Chaba's crops with their horses.
After all, many of these lands belong to the nobles, Chaba is just renting them, and the nobles have to pretend to be more or less.
But when it comes to hunting, things change.
Taking advantage of hunting, these warriors galloped through Chaba's crops, and countless crops were trampled by them.
As for whether the crop yields will decrease, they don't need to care at all and have never considered it.
Chaba watched his hard-earned crops suddenly being trampled, and started to cry loudly in pain.
Seeing the more painful Chaba looked, the happier they became and the more sense of accomplishment they felt in their hearts.
What they never expected was that their habitual behavior would actually hit the iron plate today.
The master was able to treat them and rest for half a year, which made them feel very grateful.
After Sanji Yesi comforted his subordinates, his face was burning. He wanted to show off today, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face instead.
The security guards had executed people before, but this was the first time they spanked someone in front of thousands of people.
Although it is spanking, there are also different spanking methods, and naturally the effects of spanking are also different.
In the past, most of the punishments they imposed were on those who had never heard of it.
This time was different from before. The execution targets were Tibetan warriors.
Execution of one's own robe is education, educating them on how to behave.
The execution of Tibetan warriors was a punishment to punish them for breaking the law.
Of course, the execution of one's own robe would not be excessive.
Most of them put a layer of cotton on their buttocks, and it seemed like they were beating loudly and violently, and it looked bloody, but in fact it was mostly physical pain.
It's different for the Tubo warriors. There's nothing blocking their buttocks.
The soldiers of the security group not only did not cover up, but also went all out.
Although it was winter, they still beat each other until their hands were sweating and their foreheads were sweating.
This spanking will not only hit the flesh, but also the bones.
These warriors finally understood what it means to feel pain in their bones.
In the past, their injuries were equivalent to mosquito bites.
But this time it was different. Not only did their bodies tremble with the sound of snapping, but their tears could not help but tremble and even flowed out.
The believers thought that the security team was just trying to comfort them and had no intention of actually fighting them.
Not only did the beatings make the warriors groan, but some even shed tears.
They didn't want to watch it, but they didn't feel like it would work.
These Tibetan warriors did too many evil things, which made the Chaba people hate them to the extreme.
Chaba had always wanted to beat the samurai severely in his dreams, and he had long wanted to take revenge.
These warriors trample their land every year, reducing the harvest by half or even up to 10%.
Although half to ten percent may not seem like much, but one should also forget that they have to hand over more than 70% of the harvest to the nobles.
After turning over 70%, how much Chaba still has is only a very small 30%.
Calculated in this way, it is equivalent to the samurai reducing Chaba's actual income by about 30%, and the results may even be fatal.
Chaba hated the warriors so much that he wanted to beat the real warriors to death when they were defenseless.
But Chaba just thought about it. The warriors were not only superior to them in terms of force, but they could also become warriors, and their martial arts were far superior to them.
Seeing these usually arrogant warriors being spanked in public, Chaba was extremely happy, which was even more satisfying than eating ice cubes on a hot day.
They all wanted to shout loudly, but they were afraid of the samurai's retaliation, so they had to hold it in their hearts.
Although they were holding it back, they still had smiles on their faces.
Believer Yundan immediately said to Tashi: "The little saint's security team is really good, and he knows how to protect us believers."
"Although I just joined the Little Saint today, I already feel his care and concern." Tashi nodded and said with tears in his eyes.
The believer Qianba said: "The little saint and his old man are so kind to us Qianba, we should be more pious."
As the three of them talked, they completely forgot that the little saint was younger than them, as if they felt that the little saint was much older than them.
In fact, it doesn't matter even if they know that the little saint is younger than them. After all, the little saint is a figure like Manjushri, so it is appropriate to call him an old man.
After the three of them finished speaking, they bowed to the statue of the little saint again.
The three Qianba people are like this, and so are the other Chaba people.
Suddenly, the entire scene was worshiping the little saint again.
Some Chabas shed tears of excitement while worshiping the little saint.
They now feel that changing careers and worshiping the little saint is the best choice for them in life.
The sound of snap, snap, snap, the sound of Sangyesi warriors being stripped off their pants and spanked by the security regiment soldiers, echoed over the Qingtang.
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, the warrior felt uncomfortable physically, but Sanji Yesi felt uncomfortable mentally.
The security team didn't hit anyone, they clearly hit him in the face, and they didn't hit him in the face in front of thousands of believers.
Sanji Yesi pulled his horse and was about to leave this sad place, but Jiangbai Gyatso grabbed him.
"Sangji Yesi, you don't have to be upset. The security team defeated Da Lun, the Prime Minister You, and also defeated the Hu people. This little thing today is nothing." Seeing the embarrassment of Sangyi Yesi, Jiangbai Gyatso hurriedly comforted .
While Jiangbai Gyatso comforted Sanji Yesi, he also comforted himself.
His character is not as impulsive as Sangye Yesi. Although he was the first to rush towards the security group, he deliberately slowed down during the process.
He slowed down his horse, so his subordinates naturally dared to run ahead.
Just now, his subordinates didn't understand why their master was slowing down. They didn't realize it until they saw their colleagues being picked up by the security team.
At this time, the warriors of Jiangbai Gyatso heard the sound of the security team spanking them. They were grateful to Jiangbai Gyatso and secretly felt lucky at the same time.
The Tibetan warrior finally finished spanking, and the painful sound that caused Sanji Yesi finally stopped.
Sanji Yesi's face turned red. Fortunately, his face was already dark and could not be seen for a while.
He forced himself to hold back the anger in his heart, returned the gift with his hands and shouted loudly: "Master Xiong, I want to ask you a question?"
"If you have any questions, it's okay to ask." Xiong Hu replied calmly while returning the courtesy.
Sanji Yesi glanced at the believers present and asked loudly: "Master Xiong, there are thousands of believers here, how do you let them live a happy life."
He was afraid that these believers would not be able to hear him, so he asked with all his strength and in a hoarse voice.
Hearing this, all the believers raised their heads and looked at Xiong Hu.
Sangey Yesi is right, there are thousands of believers here, how can this Han solve their happiness.
Happiness is not just something you say, but something real.
This problem cannot be solved by nobles or lamas.
It is precisely because of the inability to solve the problem that the lama can give his followers happiness in the next life.
Seeing the expressions of these believers, Jiangbai Gyatso secretly raised his thumb towards Sanji Yesi.
Jeb couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this.
At the critical moment, these nobles were indeed different and gave him the greatest help.
Jeb sneered while reciting the six-character mantra.
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