Danba Zhandui looked up and almost dropped the shield and sword in his hand to the ground.
He couldn't believe his eyes, blinked hard twice, and carefully looked at everything in front of him.
Except for the difference in air, everything else is the same.
Have you returned to the urn city just now? But there's no smell of gunpowder here, and it's not pitch black where you can't see.
He couldn't help but look at the other rebels and saw their similarly stunned and incredulous expressions.
Now he was finally sure that this was not a city, but an Wengcheng, another Wengcheng.
Danba Zhandui wanted to retreat to the doorway, but was squeezed away from behind and couldn't help but walk forward.
"One thousand taels of gold, one promotion." The rebels waved their weapons and ran out of the first urn city gate.
Commander Zhuo Ga Danzeng, deputy commander Jiangqu Jiancun and others also followed and came to the new Wengcheng.
Not long after they entered, they heard someone holding a sound transmitting instrument and saying: "You have entered the second urn city. Let's talk about weapons. Surrender is the only way out."
When Zhuoga Danzeng heard this, he was shocked and couldn't help but look around.
As expected, this is also an urn city. There is also a table array on the city wall. The difference is that the air here is fresh, obviously because there has not been a war yet.
Upon hearing this, all the rebels turned pale, and some even trembled.
They had just escaped from the wolf's den, but unexpectedly, they arrived at the tiger's den again.
When they came here, they thought this was the city, so naturally they didn't bring the crash car with them.
Fortunately, the Han people did not push them towards death and directly persuaded them to surrender.
The rebels' eyes are full of despair, and now the only way out lies with one person.
This person is none other than Zhengzhuoga Danzeng, the temporary captain of three thousand men.
Seeing the rebels looking at him, Zhuoga Danzeng suddenly fell from heaven to hell.
They tried their best to get in, thinking that this was the city, but they didn't expect that it was another barbican city.
what to do? His eyes rolled rapidly, and his mind was thinking rapidly.
Rabagasang saw Zhuoga Danzeng thinking and knew that he was already a little moved.
Laba Kesang was also a commander of thousands, and he never expected to be controlled by Zhuo Ga Danzeng.
You know, both of them are captains of thousands, and their status should be equal.
But he had to listen to Qu Li, the commander-in-chief's arrangement.
Seeing Zhuo Ga Danzeng's thoughtful look, he felt that his chance had come.
"One thousand taels of gold, one level of promotion." He said to the hesitating rebels: "Warriors, bring the crash car and capture this urn city. The gold will be yours."
Hearing this, these rebels felt that since they had reached the second urn city, they would capture the city inside and the gold thousand taels would be there.
Thinking of this, many rebels have already been tempted.
Bang bang, just as Labagasang finished speaking, he let out an extremely miserable cry.
Then, his brain exploded like a watermelon, and white brains full of fishy smell were sprayed out, making people around him avoid it.
What is even more terrifying is that Labagasang did not fall immediately.
After his head was shattered, the body slowly fell.
What kind of weapon here can actually lift the lid of a person's heavenly spirit.
Not only is it extremely accurate, it is also extremely terrifying and can directly smash people's heads to pieces.
Although peeling is painful, it also allows people to see the process.
But just after Labagasang finished speaking his heroic words, his head became shattered.
How terrifying this is, much more terrifying than being skinned.
Some rebels even screamed in fear when they saw this.
Some other rebels even vomited.
They had not seen corpses before, but they had seen brains for the first time and a tragic death that they had never seen before. How could they accept it?
Some rebels heard the sound of thunder and a burst of black smoke coming out of the arrow tower. Then they heard Labagasang scream, and then they realized that the commander Labagasang had been killed by a mysterious weapon.
Xiong Zezhong glanced at Xiong Bing, the captain of the personal soldiers, and said with a sound transmitting instrument: "Who else is willing to go to hell to receive a thousand taels of gold? I am willing to give him a ride."
Bear soldiers can hit with one blow, which is inseparable from multiple directions.
First, the distance is extremely short, and Labagasang can be seen clearly.
The Wengcheng here has a long and narrow terrain. The distance between the two Wengcheng walls is only a hundred steps, and the distance between Laba Gesang is only about fifty steps.
Secondly, he also has clairvoyance and can clearly see every move of the other party.
Thirdly, he uses iron cannons and stone bullets the size of fists. The distance is short and it is easy to smash the opponent's head.
In fact, this iron cannon also has a weakness, that is, if it is used again, it will be difficult to complete without a cup of tea.
If there is no clairvoyance attached to the iron cannon, its accuracy will be greatly reduced, and it is even very likely to hit the person next to it.
But the rebels didn't know this. This was a weapon they had never seen that was so powerful that it was unimaginable and terrifying.
Seeing Captain Laba Gesang being shot to death inexplicably, everyone immediately shut their mouths and did not dare to speak any more.
"I'll reiterate it again. I'm going to surrender my weapons and give you a way to survive." Xiong Zezhong's hateful voice was urging the rebels to surrender again.
Another commander, Cisang Jiangqu, also wanted to jump out, but after seeing the fate of the commander just now, he thought for a moment, this was an opportunity.
Cisang Jiangqu was the first to speak and said, "General, I am willing to surrender."
"General, I am willing to surrender." Upon hearing his surrender, his men immediately lowered their weapons and surrendered.
His men surrendered, but Zhuoga Danzeng and his men did not.
Seeing the eyes of his men, Zhuoga Danzeng knew that the situation was over.
He knelt down facing the archery tower, put down his weapon, and said, "General, I am willing to surrender, but I have a small request."
"Tell me, as long as we can do it, it won't be a problem." Xiong Zezhong was overjoyed when he saw the surrender of hundreds of elite soldiers.
"Many of the villain's men are seriously injured. I hope the general will save them for the sake of Manjushri Bodhisattva." After saying this, he couldn't help but cry.
After hearing this, these rebels put down their weapons and lowered their heads in sadness. They even looked gratefully at Zhuoga Danzeng.
These Tibetan rebels were almost uninjured after the battle just now, only minor injuries.
But on the battlefield, no one can guarantee that they will not be seriously injured or even die.
Xiong Zezhong felt that this man was indeed a good general. Not only was he brave in battle, but he cared about the life and death of his subordinates, which was really touching.
Xiong Zezhong nodded and replied in a deep voice: "This is not a problem. As long as they surrender, Zhaojiazhuang will do its best to rescue them."
"Thank you Manjusri Bodhisattva, thank you General. This little guy can feel at ease." After Zhuoga Danzeng finished speaking, he suddenly picked up the sword from the ground and wiped it against his neck.
His soldiers never thought that Zhuo Ga would become more powerful, and it was too late to snatch the sword from his hand.
Once the general died, they would not have the dignity to live in this world.
This was Zhuo Ga's idea of increasing his personal soldiers, but Xiong Zezhong had another idea.
If Zhuo Ga Danzeng dies, the rebels must have a sad thought of the death of a rabbit and a fox, and it is very likely that they will feel resentment towards the security group.
Even if they surrender, they will inevitably have negative thoughts about the security group, and even plant a seed of hatred unknowingly.
They witnessed with their own eyes that their general committed suicide in despair in front of them.
The rebels suddenly heard a clang, and the big knife in Zhuoga Danzeng's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Zhuoga Danzeng holds his right hand with his left hand, and there is a crossbow arrow in his right hand.
Zhuoga Danzeng's personal soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that his general was not dead.
But seeing that the general seemed determined to die, I couldn't help but feel worried.
Zhuo Ga Danzeng smiled miserably: "General, this villain is the general of the defeated army. Don't you have the right to die?"
"General Zhuoga, I admire your loyalty and bravery." Xiong Zezhong said in a deep voice, patiently persuading, "Why are you so outspoken about the Han and Tibetan families now?"
"The Han-Tibetan family, when did the Han-Tibetan family become the same?" Zhuoga Danzeng smiled miserably again, and said tragically, "The Han should force the Tibetan to rebel, they have no choice but to rebel."
It seems that this person is extremely xenophobic, otherwise why would he think of committing suicide after failure.
"The Han forced Tibet to rebel. When did the Han force Tibet to rebel? If the Han forced Tibet to rebel, then why do those tens of thousands of poor people regard the little saint as Manjushri Bodhisattva?" Xiong Zezhong simply opened the window at this time and opened the window. With his face exposed, he spoke kindly to Zhuoga Danzeng.
Zhuoga Danzeng still didn't believe it: "It is precisely because the Han forced the Tibetans to rebel that a hundred thousand troops are attacking the city."
This person is indeed a stubborn person, and it seems that he is not so easy to convince.
"That's because these people don't know Manjushri Bodhisattva. If they know it, they will naturally worship the little saint." Xiong Zezhong said lightly. "Isn't the little saint the brother-in-law of Zampu in Tubo today? Isn't he a family member or something?"
"Brother-in-law?" Zhuoga Danzeng shook his head in confusion, "This one is like a family. But I still don't understand, why do those chapas call the little saint Manjushri Bodhisattva?"
"Lamaism can give you happiness in the next life, but the little saint is different. He does not need the next life, but can make you happy in this life." Xiong Zezhong answered decisively through the sound transmitting instrument.
Hearing this, all the rebels were greatly excited. The lama only gave them happiness in the next life, but the little saint could actually give them happiness in this life.
Is this true? How did the little saint Manjushri do it?
You know, lamas can't do this, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas can't do this either. How can a little saint do this?
Zhuoga Danzeng shook his head in confusion: "Who doesn't want happiness, but how can we get happiness in this life?"
"This is certainly difficult for Lamaism, but it is easy for others. As long as you work hard in the Zhaojiazhuang workshop, you will have at least a monthly salary of copper coins. That's why Chaba believes that Manjushri Bodhisattva can achieve happiness in this life." Xiong Zezhong passed it very calmly. The sound transmitting instrument said.
Hearing that these Chaba had at least one copper coin every month, the rebels suddenly became uneasy and began to discuss it one after another.
Except for a very small number of senior officers, most of these rebels were composed of chaplains, including even centurions.
How much does Chaba earn in a year? Some only have two or three guans a year, and the best ones only have five or six guans.
Zhuoga Danzeng couldn't believe his ears: "General, is this the income of a family or the salary of one person?"
If they were a family, in his view, as a captain, it was not too high. He had almost a monthly salary of copper coins.
Of course, this is normal times, but it is different when fighting a war, and the income increases exponentially.
But fighting naturally has risks. For example, you may die today.
"Of course it's one person's salary, which is usually more than one month per person per month." Xiong Zezhong replied calmly.
Zhuoga Danzeng was even more unbelievable. He had thought well enough, but he didn't expect that the monthly salary of these servants was almost the same as him.
Thinking of this, he was even jealous of the Chaba who worked in the Zhaojiazhuang workshop.
You know, he is a general with a thousand captains, and his monthly salary is only a copper coin.
As for the soldiers under his command, except for officers above centurion, they have almost no salary. It is good that the nobles can provide food and weapons.
This is still good, but during Songgan Zanbu's time, there was not only no salary, but also no military rations.
Hearing this, Zhuoga Danzeng felt his heart beating with fear.
He held his breath and couldn't help but ask: "General, how much salary will we get every month after we believe in Manjushri Bodhisattva?"
"It depends on what you choose? Are you farming, fighting, or working in Zhaojiazhuang?" Xiong Zezhong looked at him.
Hearing this, he found it difficult to answer.
Zhuoga Danzeng thought for a moment, bowed and asked, "General, what's the difference between these two things?"
"If you are willing to farm, you can be allocated five to ten acres of land. The rent for this land is extremely low, only 10% per year." Xiong Zezhong replied calmly.
Tubo has been regarded as its own territory by Zhaojiazhuang, so of course long-term plans must be made.
It is impossible for Zhaojiazhuang to absorb all the Tubo people into Zhaojiazhuang Workshop. This is very unrealistic.
If they are all absorbed into workshops, who will cultivate the land?
So from now on, we must intentionally guide some people to farm.
Zhuoga Danzeng thought for a while, then continued to bow and asked: "General, if this villain continues to fight, how much will his salary be?"
"If you want to fight, you can do it. At least once a month, and there will be subsidies for fighting." Xiong Zezhong replied calmly, "But for those who want to fight, we ask that they be young and strong, and those who are older are recommended to farm or enter workshops."
Now that there are three options, let's see how these surrendered rebels choose.
"General, Zhaojiazhuang's workshops are famous all over the world, where does the land come from?" Zhuoga Danzeng was born in a minor noble family and found it difficult to understand.
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