Jialuo passed out without knowing the consequences.
The captain of the personal army Jiangbai Chilie hesitated again and again, pointed at the other infantry and said: "General Ciji, do we still have thousands of troops?"
When he finished speaking, his voice sounded like crying.
Now the Dharma King has passed out. Although he is a personal soldier, he is not as powerful as Ciji, so he has to put forward his own opinions.
"The Han cavalry has come out, can the French King's infantry take them away?" Jiang Bai Chilie beat his thigh in pain and looked at Ciji.
"Jiang Bai, I know what you think. The more soldiers and horses you can take away, the better." Ciji smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Now that the Han people are out cavalry, can these infantry be taken away?"
"The infantry cannot be taken away." Jiang Bai Chilie thought for a moment and nodded, "But there are still cavalry, and they are heavy cavalry."
"Heavy cavalry, those are my men, how could I be willing to abandon them." A smile uglier than crying appeared on Ciji's face, "But, didn't you see? Now that they are fighting with the Han people, we can bring them Leave them?"
Jiang Bai Chilie bowed and said, "General Ciji, I believe you have a way."
"There is a way, I still have a way. There are twenty big Han monsters, a hundred living monsters, and cavalry with miniature crossbows. These five hundred heavy cavalry, I just give heads to the Han people." Ciji continued to smile bitterly, with a look on his face. Shockingly livid.
Jiang Bai Chilie became anxious and bowed again: "General Ciji, we only have these few hundred cavalry, how can we make a comeback?"
"Of course you can make a comeback if you make a comeback." Ciji looked at the Dharma King and saw that he was still unconscious. "With the golden name of Dharma King, I can make a comeback at any time."
"General Ciji, this villain doesn't believe it. Doesn't Tubo have Zanpu? When will it be the turn of the Dharma King?" Jiangbai Chilie begged bitterly.
"Zanpu, Zanpu is a puppet to begin with, and the child is less than one year old, and now he is a Han man overseeing the country, so what's the use of it." Ciji snorted coldly, "Of course the Tubo people have to rely on the Tubo people, besides Zanpu It has declined, and we still have to rely on Lamaism.”
"General Ciji, what you said is indeed reasonable, but, but." Jiang Bai Chilie suddenly stuttered.
"Time is running out. If you have anything to say, say it quickly. If you have anything to say, hurry up." Ciji was already impatient, but thinking that the other party was the captain of the personal soldiers, he could only say patiently.
Jiangbai Chilie thought for a while and suddenly asked another question, "But, but, I heard that that little saint is Manjushri Bodhisattva, and I heard that many Chaba believe in this Manjushri Bodhisattva."
"You are right, but have you ever thought about it. No matter how little saint is Manjusri, he still has another identity." Ciji smiled coldly.
Jiang Bai Chilie asked in confusion: "What is your identity? Is it a prisoner of the country?"
"Of course he is a prisoner of the country," Ciji shook his head, "but he is a Han after all, and the Dharma King is an upright Tibetan."
"Tubo people, Tubo people." Jiangbai Chilie suddenly realized, "General Ciji, I understand, there are always people who believe in Lamaism. Only Lamaism, there is Dharma King."
"Yes, that's the truth." Ciji stepped forward and patted Jiang Bai Chilie on the shoulder, "Quickly leave, otherwise it will be too late."
"I can't bear to leave at all." Jiang Bai Chilie looked at the rebels who were still fighting and sighed heavily.
Ciji jumped on the horse and glared at Jiang Bai Chilie: "Farewell, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, I won't be able to leave if I don't leave."
Jiang Bai Chilie looked at the rebels who were still fighting, wiped the tears from his eyes, shook his head, stepped on his horse and left.
In the Laga camp, Jinshi came out from time to time to observe the battlefield.
He is Raga's staff, so the soldiers will naturally not stop him.
When he looked towards the Jialuo camp on the other side, he always felt that something was wrong.
Jinshi bowed his hands to the captain of the soldiers, Dorji Quli, and said, "General Dorji, you are so polite."
"Master Jin, you are polite." Duoji Quli didn't know why Jinshi wanted to find him, so he imitated him and returned the courtesy.
Jinshi looked at the Dharma King's camp: "General Dorji, have you noticed that there is something wrong with the Dharma King's camp?"
"What's wrong? Why didn't I see it?" Dorje Quli asked in confusion.
Jinshi looked at the Dharma King's camp again: "General Dorje, have you noticed that there are people coming in and out of the Dharma King's camp all the time? Why do I feel empty now?"
"Empty?" Dorje Quli thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, "Could it be, could it be, could it be?"
"It's not a matter of fact, it's true." Jinshi sighed, "You haven't come in or out for so long. Didn't General Duoji notice it?"
"I'm sorry, military advisor, please forgive me." Dorje Quli found a reason for himself, and then asked suspiciously, "I have been observing the battlefield, but I didn't find it at all. Military advisor, if the Dharma King wants to escape, why don't you tell us .”
"The Dharma King and the master are not of the same mind. He wants us to resist for him for a while, so why can't he tell us?" Jinshi shook his head and kept sighing.
"But, but, we are allies after all." Duoji Quli still couldn't believe it, "We agreed to deal with the Han people together."
The matter was so important that he had to be careful.
"Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes." Jinshi smiled coldly, and said a classic Chinese saying by the way, "Husband and wife are like this, let alone an alliance. If General Duoji doesn't believe it, send someone up. You’ll know just by looking at it.”
Dorje Quli thought for a moment, hesitated and then said, "I'll go and see for myself."
After speaking, he ordered a hundred cavalry and ran towards the French King's camp a mile away.
Duoji Quli ran over and came back faster.
After a cup of tea, he came to Lajia's tent and stumbled in: "My lord, my lord, something serious has happened."
"What happened to make you so rude?" Lajia was looking at the map, but he didn't expect Duoji Quli to come in and interrupt his thoughts, and he couldn't help but get angry.
After speaking, he patted the table.
He originally wanted to throw the teacup in his hand at Dorje Quli, but after thinking about it, he finally held back.
Dorje bowed and said, "My lord, the Dharma King has escaped."
"Bang bang", the tea cup in Lajia's hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't believe his ears, "Is it true or not?"
He actually already believed it in his heart, but he was not sure.
"Really, I just went to the Dharma King's camp. It's already empty. There's no one left." After Dorje Quli finished speaking, he didn't dare to look up at Lajia and could only look at the ground.
Lajia swept all the maps and memorials to the ground. When that was not enough, he kicked the table to the ground.
Dorje Quli knew that Lajia was angry and did not dare to raise his head. He just asked cautiously: "Master, it's still too late for us to escape now."
Apparently, thinking that His Holiness had escaped, he felt that Rakja was about to escape too.
"You ran away, can you run away?" Lajia was so weak that he sat down on the chair.
Dorje Quli quietly raised his head and took a secret look at La Jia. He found that La Jia had a blank look on his face and his eyes stopped moving like a dead fish.
Duoji Quli was so anxious that he knelt on the ground with one leg: "Master, I still have a thousand cavalry in my hands, so I can escape."
"Escape, where are you going? Didn't you see that the Han people still have 10,000 cavalry who haven't come out?" Lajia said frustratedly.
Duoji Quli looked at him secretly at this time, and suddenly found that most of Lajia's hair was white, and he suddenly looked ten years older.
Duoji Quli is really heartbroken, this is all something he, a slave, failed to handle.
He knelt on the ground with both legs and bowed: "Master, we can still escape to the west, and we can also recruit troops and make a comeback."
"Come back, come back." Lajia smiled miserably, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, "Come back, is there anyone bigger than me and the King of France's army?"
"Master, even the Dharma King wants to make a comeback, why can't we consider a comeback?" Dorje Quli thought for a while and asked flatly.
Lajia waved his hand and sighed heavily: "We are different from the Dharma King."
"Why is it different?" Dorje Quli thought for a while and asked in confusion, "Our soldiers and horses are not far different from the Dharma King."
"In addition to Zampu, Tubo is the Dharma King. Now that Zampu has become a puppet, Tubo really relies on the Dharma King, so as long as the Dharma King is still there, there will be people following him." Lajia shook his head and sighed heavily.
Dorje Quli still has no intention of giving up: "His Holiness represents Lamaism, and you, the master, represent the aristocracy. As long as you are still here and you are a political governor, people will naturally turn to you."
"Nobles, nobles, almost all the nobles are finished this time." Lajia shook his head, feeling a little dry in the mouth. When he saw that the teacup had fallen to the ground, he said to the soldiers, "Make me a cup of tea, not butter tea, but Han Chinese That kind of intoxicating spring breeze.”
The soldiers didn't know that Lajia, who always drank butter tea, was suddenly drunk on the spring breeze.
However, he is a private soldier, so he naturally does what his master orders.
Some soldiers immediately laid out the tables and maps, and the drunken spring breeze started to flow.
Lajia picked up the tea cup and took a sip, frowning.
He was used to drinking butter tea, but suddenly he became drunk on the spring breeze, and he couldn't adapt to it for a while.
Dorje Quli saw Lajia's sudden improvement in spirit and felt happy for him.
However, he felt that this was not the time to drink tea, so he bowed and said, "Master, you have drank the tea, we should run away."
"Run away, why are we running away? Now for tea, you sit down and drink tea too." Lajia looked at Dorje Quli and suddenly said politely.
Duoji Quli was shocked in his heart, how could he sit down and drink tea with his master: "Master, run quickly, we have many soldiers and horses, it's still too late to run now."
"Run away, where are you going to run away now?" Lajia smiled sadly, "If I guessed correctly, it turns out that 10,000 troops have been dispatched."
"My lord, the 10,000 soldiers and horses are from Tubo. They will not embarrass us." Dorji Quli still did not give up and tried to persuade him with sincerity.
Lajia looked at his loyal subordinate and shook his head: "That's wrong. Not only will Lazhigeyue not let us go, he will chase us to the ends of the earth."
"Why did General Lari do this? Isn't he from Tibet?" Dorji Quli couldn't believe his ears and lowered his head and asked.
Lajia shook his head and sighed: "Now that we have lost the battle, and we have failed so miserably, think about it, will General Laji let us go?"
"General Larri has not been reused. Obviously the Han people have been on guard against him. He will definitely help." Dorje Quli thought for a while and continued to persuade.
