Qingtang produces petrolatum, so there is no shortage of fire oil.
However, it is extremely difficult to open the oil with strong fire, so you have to use it sparingly. If it is not a last resort, it will generally not be used.
After hearing Jia's order, the Tubo soldiers replaced ordinary stones with heads made of fire oil, lit them and fired.
Fire oil is fierce fire oil. When it burns, it emits an orange-red light and makes a heart-pounding sound.
Even though it was daytime, one could still see fierce fireballs one after another, with thick black smoke flying towards Qingtang City.
Now in front of the Qingtang City wall, the color has changed dramatically again.
Just a moment ago, the riprap was black with snowflakes, but now it is white and red, intertwined and touching each other.
White snowflakes were falling from the sky, and in front of the city wall a ball of colored fire shone, and above the fire ball there was thick black smoke.
The snow continued continuously, but when it encountered orange fire balls and black smoke, it quickly turned into nothingness.
Jialuo was riding on the horse and suddenly became very energetic.
He pointed his horsewhip at the city wall and smiled coldly: "Fierce fire cannot be extinguished by wind, nor can it be extinguished by pouring water. Han people, see how you can resist it)"
After saying that, he and Dele laughed.
Hearing Jia Luo laughing, La Jia and others couldn't help but look at him.
"Fierce oil is extremely precious. Jialuo actually brought it. It seems that Qingtang City cannot be saved." Cuosuo was shocked and said with a trembling voice.
Lajia thought for a while and shook his head: "It's hard to say. The hit rate of the trebuchet is not high. How can you say that Tangcheng is difficult to protect?"
"Fierce oil is not like other things. It is generally used easily. This Samadhi fire, as the Han people call it, cannot be extinguished by wind or pouring water. How can it extinguish the fire?" Cuosuo sighed and said in a very serious tone.
Qiang Jiu couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "It's a pity that the wealth of Zhaojiazhuang's rival country was also reduced to ashes."
"It's such a pity. Tangcheng burned down and can be rebuilt, but Zhaojiazhuang's wealth is only found in Zhaojiazhuang." Chi Lie's eyes turned red, as if he wanted to eat people.
People looked at each other with expressions on their faces.
Jiangbai Gyatso, Sangjiyi, Kuo Di and others were also in the city, and they were in extremely complicated moods.
They have been deeply tied to Zhaojiazhuang, and have become a relationship where both prosper and suffer.
They had taken refuge, and the supervisor had not treated them badly.
All of them are the captains of the security group, and the patriarch of the family is still a ninth-grade chief registrar and receives a salary from the supervised state.
They used to be self-sufficient farmers, but now they can be regarded as those who eat the royal food.
Seeing that the Zhaojiazhuang workshop is booming, they also invest a certain amount of shares and enjoy Zhaojiazhuang's dividends every year or every month.
The Jianguo Mansion also turned their original territory into a town, so the scope of their management was naturally the original territory.
Of course, there is a price to pay. They must let go of Lang Sheng and let them become civilians.
In fact, they can no longer release them now. Most of them are Han Chinese.
Since the Jianguo Mansion is Han Chinese, he naturally has to make decisions for the Han people.
The Zhao family had a great influence on Tubo. Not only did Langsheng and Chaba change even more.
Some of the Chapas in Qingtang City now believe in Manjushri and work in their homes. They cannot stop them.
Without Chaba and Langsheng, what else would you call a noble?
Seeing the general trend, they nobles also figured it out.
In fact, being a nobleman is not only tiring, but also risky.
Beware of annexation by other nobles and beware of natural disasters.
If it wasn't to guard against annexation by other nobles, why did they raise so many soldiers and horses?
If there is drought every year, if there is no chance of life or death for Chabalang, and if all of them run away, can they not become a bachelor noble?
Now that they have a big tree like Zhaojiazhuang, although they lose some power, they gain more protection. Overall, it is still very cost-effective.
Of course, the supervisory government's decision to allow them to temporarily be the masters of their own territory is only a temporary measure, and there is a transition process.
Zhao Ping's plan was to replace these chieftains with officials appointed by the Supervisory Government when the time came.
The three people in Kuodi watched the security team just win the Battle of Stone, (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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Unexpectedly, the Tibetan allied forces flint came again.
Seeing the flints all over the sky, Sanghisi's face turned pale and his body couldn't help but tremble: "Jialuo has thrown out all the flints. Qingtang City will not escape the fate of being burned."
"It doesn't matter. It's winter now and it's snowing. Qingtang City won't burn down." Although there were balls of flint on the ground, he shook his head and looked calm.
Jiangbai Gyatso beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Guodi, please wake up. This fierce fire oil is what the Han people call the true fire of samadhi. The wind cannot blow it, the water cannot pour it, and even a small snowflake can extinguish the fierce fire oil. Dream on." "
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and a flint hit the table of the Eight Immortals, and it immediately burst into flames.
This table of Eight Immortals is none other than Yundan, Guge, Pubu, and Jiangqu. They had performed meritorious service just now and had had enough rest. Now they had stopped the fire, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed.
When Yun Dan saw the raging fire on the eight tables, he stamped his feet and shouted: "Water, water."
Guge, Pubu, and Jiangqu immediately picked up a bucket of water and poured it on the fire.
There were three puffs, puffs, puffs, and the fire only released three clouds of white mist. Instead of getting smaller, the fire burned even more fiercely.
"Will-o'-the-wisp, will-o'-the-wisp." Yun Dan shouted in an argument, "Why can't water put out this fire?"
Hearing Yundan's shouting, Shi Changyangli ran over)
He looked at it and shook his head: "This is a fierce fire that cannot be extinguished by water."
"The Tao has a way, just wait until it keeps burning." Hearing this, Yun Dan was greatly disappointed.
"Of course you have a son," Xu Diandian said, "You can't use water, you can use sand."
Xu Yang said as he came to a corner where there was a lot of sand.
The Yundan people looked at each other with expressions of disbelief, but did not speak.
After Xu Yang finished speaking, he didn't care what they thought.
He scooped up the sand with a wooden shovel and put it in a dustpan. Then he picked up a handful of sand and poured it on the burning Eight Immortals table.
Strangely enough, the fire where it had been poured began to go out.
Yundan and the other four people kept staring at the blazing fire, and couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw it.
The four of them put the wooden buckets in their hands, picked up the wooden shovels and dustpans, shoveled up the sand, and poured it towards the blazing fire.
Kuo Di looked at the other nobles and said proudly: "You believe it when you see it. The little saint is Manjusri Bodhisattva. He naturally has a way to destroy the true fire of Samadhi."
After speaking, he took out the statue of Zhao Ping from his arms, took a deep breath, and knelt down to worship.
"Bodhisattva." Sangji Yesi and Jiang Baituo also took out the statue of Zhao Ping in their hands, knelt down and worshiped again.
On the hills and mountains, flowers are flying.
Jialuo kept staring at the city wall and suddenly laughed.
"Bodhisattva bless us, we finally hit the gate tower." Jialuo shook his head with the golden prayer wheel in his hand, with a forbearing smile on his face.
Lajia saw a ball of fierce fire oil starting to burn in the gate tower. He couldn't help but close his eyes and clasped his hands together: "Qingtang City is over."
Chilie got off the horse regardless of the heavy snow still falling in the sky.
"Our Qingtang City, our Qingtang City. My palace." He knelt on the ground, clasped his hands toward Qingtang City, and burst into tears.
He has been living well in Qingtang City. If it hadn't been for this rebellion, he wouldn't have been willing to move out of the Minister's Mansion.
Qiangjiu also came on horseback, kneeling, clasping his hands, shaking his head and crying bitterly: "My workshop, my workshop, is about to be destroyed."
Qiang had already regarded Zhaojiazhuang's work as his own workshop. When he saw the gate tower starting to burn, he couldn't help but imagine that the fire was burning and the entire Qingcheng was reduced to ashes.
"My workshop, my palace." Cuoso also got off his horse and knelt down. He felt heartbroken for his own palace, and even more heartbroken for Zhaozhuang's workshop.
Jialuo looked at the appearance of several people with a sneer in his eyes.
He had been secretly observing a few people, watching their words and deeds, and not knowing what they were thinking.
Now it seems that Zhaojiazhuang's workshop cannot be monopolized by him.
Since we can't monopolize it, instead of leaving it to them to grow and challenge us, it's better to destroy them all.
If I take Qingtang City, (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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Defeating the Han people would be enough to change the history of Tibet and would definitely leave a mark in history.
Thinking of this, he felt that his aide Xu Xing was right: "My lord, you should strike while the iron is hot and take the opportunity to unify Tibet in Qingtang first, and then unify Tibet into two Songtsen Gambos."
Thinking of this, Jialuo looked at the city wall triumphantly, hoping that his attack on the gate tower would be completely burned away.
"It's on fire, it's on fire." Luoba suddenly shouted loudly with sharp eyes.
Xiao Huadong was still in the arrow tower, but he didn't see the fire in front.
What he was separated from was the roof, so he was not aware of the situation in front.
Xu Hong understood, looked around, and asked puzzledly: "Where is it?"
"Here, here. It's fire, fire, fire." Luoba didn't know the name of this building, so he stammered and pointed at the gate tower.
He was so anxious that he spoke more and more urgently)
Xu Hong didn't see it from behind, so he hurried to the front, and sure enough he saw a small flint burning in the middle of the roof in front of the gate tower.
When Xu Hong saw it, he couldn't help shouting: "The roof in front of the gate tower is on fire. Water has leaked. Water has leaked. Put out the fire, put out the fire."
This is not the mainland, there is no water, let’s just say fire fighting, it’s easy to understand.
After speaking, he took out his sound transmitting instrument and issued the order.
Following the order, some of his men came for the stairs, some for the dustpan, and some for the shovel.
Xu Hong put down the stairs and climbed up to the eaves first, and saw that the fire was burning.
"Son, sand." Xu Hong shouted anxiously.
A Wu Chun corps leader answered while filling the dustpan with sand: "It's coming, it's coming."
Xu Hong picked up the dustpan and headed towards the fire.
But as soon as he stepped onto the roof, there was a chirping sound, and it even started to shake.
He couldn't help being surprised. Not only had the purlins of the tiles on the roof been hit by flint, but the purlins had also begun to burn and had begun to turn into a fire dragon.
"Please be gentle. The purlins are already burning and there are flints. I won't go up." Xu Hong was a little anxious and turned his head.
Just as Wu Chun was about to go up, Luo Ba had already climbed up another staircase and shouted loudly, "I am light and fit well."
"Then try it and be careful. If you think it works, come down." Xu Hong looked at him and saw how thin he was, and nodded in agreement, "I'm here to watch you."
Luoba took the dustpan with sand from Xu's hand and carefully crawled along the roof toward the fire.
Hearing the creaking sound coming from the roof, Xu Hong was worried that Luoba might fall at any time.
He said to Pei Qi, another corps leader: "Take two people and find an Eight Immortals table to guard inside the gate tower to prevent Luo Ba from falling from the roof."
Pei Qi agreed and found an Eight Immortals table to prepare for the reception inside the gate.
When Luoba heard this, tears suddenly flowed out.
He was originally the poorest among the Chaba people, with only a very small amount of extremely poor land.
They basically have no human rights, and most of them have to work for the nobles from generation to generation.
In the past, it would have been right to do things for nobles, including more dangerous things like this.
Nobles don't care whether they live or die. If you fall to death, it can only be said that you have a bad fate.
The most they can do is comfort your family. This is a sin committed in your previous life. Now it is finally cleared and you can be reincarnated as a human being with peace of mind.
Contrary to his clan, Xu Hong, the leader of the formation, not only personally guarded him, but also arranged for people to protect him below.
Ba wiped his tears with his hands, crawled a few more steps, and finally came to the flint, already feeling some heat waves coming from him.
This flint emits smoke from strong fire oil, unlike the smoke from cooking at home. It blows over for a while, which is a bit choking and uncomfortable.
Fortunately, it was winter, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to get closer. The smoke and intense heat would have prevented him from getting close at all.
He immediately picked up the dustpan and poured the sand onto the flint.
With flint, this fire dragon that cannot be quenched by water or blown by wind can be extinguished.
(This chapter is not finished yet!)
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Luoba couldn't help being overjoyed, and immediately shouted loudly: "The fire began to go out. Sand, sand, I want sand."
Now that the fire dragon has formed, it is obvious that a pinch of dustpan is not enough.
"Sand, Zi Nuan (characterized by Wu Chun)." Xu Hong originally went down, but he had to guard Luoba, so he had to shout loudly to Wu Chun.
Wu Chun handed over the dustpan and agreed: "Commander, the sand is coming, the sand is coming."
As handfuls and handfuls of sand arrived, the fire was completely extinguished.
After the fire went out, Xu Hong, Luoba and Wu never smelled the unpleasant smell again)
"Louba, are you injured?" Seeing that the fire dragon was finally extinguished, Xu Hong asked with concern in relief.
Tears welled up in Luoba's eyes again, he shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, sir. The little man was not injured."
"You're not injured. That's great. You've done a good job. I'll give you a credit." Xu Hong said loudly.
Luoba couldn't help but be overjoyed. He thought he was just thinking about putting out the fire, but he actually made a contribution.
But here comes the problem, there is still that stone on the roof, it needs to be removed.
This flint is about the size of a adult head, otherwise it would fall and hit the people below the gate tower. It would be a small matter to hurt people, but it would be a big deal to kill them.
He originally wanted to move the flint away quickly, but when he saw that his hands were blistered, he felt that he should be replaced.
After thinking about it, Xu Hong said to Luoba: "Loba, you have worked hard, come down and rest quickly."
"Master, there is another flint here. It must be removed. I wanted to take it off just now, but it was too hot." Luo looked at the flint that was no longer smoking and hesitated for a few moments before saying.
Just as he spoke, a creaking sound suddenly came from the purlins.
Xu Hong couldn't help being shocked and shouted to Ba: "Loba, the purlin is about to break. It's dangerous. It's dangerous. Come down quickly."
"Master, no, no, the flint must be removed, otherwise it will hurt people." Luoba answered immediately without any hesitation.
Xu Hong thought for a moment, then immediately took out a pair of woolen gloves from his sleeves, handed them over to Luoba, and said, "Louba, here you go, take this to get the flint."
Luoba looked over and saw this palm-like thing. He didn't know what it was.
"Master, what is this? How come I haven't seen it before?" Luoba looked at the gloves and asked hesitantly.
Xu Hong threw it away and said: "Ba, next, these are gloves. They are put on the hands. They are used to hold the flint. They will not hurt the hands."
This is a benefit for the security regiment. Officers at the formation commander level are issued first, then chiefs, corps commanders, and then every officer in the security regiment.
Luoba was still hesitating, and the crunching sound came again.
Without hesitation, he immediately put it on his hand and grabbed it towards the flint.
Sure enough, it's good to have gloves. It doesn't feel very hot now. I grab the flint and come down quickly.
"Louba, you have made a meritorious service again. A pair of gloves is yours." Xu Hong was delighted and immediately rewarded Luoba with his own gloves.
Luoba was descending the stairs with the flint in his hand. Naturally, he had not taken off his gloves yet.
He looked at Xu Hong's empty hands and didn't see him wearing it. It was obvious that he cherished it very much.
Luoba shook his head and said firmly: "Master, these gloves belong to you. I will return them to you when I get out."
"What's the matter? If you have made a meritorious service, this glove belongs to you." Xu shook his head and answered in a tone that left no room for doubt.
The formation commander was even worse than his own grandfather, and even gave him the hand he was reluctant to wear.
Thinking of this, Luoba sobbed and said, "Master, thank you."
After saying that, he came to the ground, put down the flint, did not dare to take off his gloves, and bowed to Xu Hong.
On the small mountain, the snowflakes gradually became smaller, allowing people on the mountain to see Qingtang City more clearly.
Seeing that the fire dragon in the gate tower was extinguished, Jialuo couldn't help but be stunned.
"It's strange, it's strange, it's really strange." Lajia breathed a sigh of relief, but felt strange in his mouth, "This Three True Fire, which is obviously inextinguishable by water and wind, was actually extinguished by the Han people."
"What method did the Han people use to extinguish the three true fires? Cuosuo (this chapter is not finished!)
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After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a way, "Did you see it?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the other people.
Chilie, Qiangjiu and others looked at each other and shook their heads.
Chi Lie squinted his eyes and looked at it several times before shaking his head: "It's too far away to see clearly."
"This rare opportunity was missed by us. Could it be that God would not bless Tubo?" Qiang Jiu also squinted his eyes a few times and sighed heavily.
Cuoso secretly looked at the group of people and asked quietly: "Is there a possibility?"
"What's possible?" Lajia was puzzled and looked at Cuoso with a puzzled expression.
Not only Lajia was puzzled, but others were also puzzled. They were looking for answers, hoping that he would tell the answer.
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