Not only the Dharma King, but all the rebels were struggling to breathe.
Although they had beef jerky in their hands, they forgot to swallow it.
They have lived for decades and have never smelled such a fragrant smell.
A rebel murmured: "What kind of delicacy is this? As long as I can take a bite, I will be willing to die."
"Although I haven't tasted it yet, this fragrance has given me no regrets in this life." The rebel sighed while desperately absorbing the fragrance.
Another rebel objected: "Why don't you regret it? I only smelled the aroma and didn't taste the real taste."
Smelling these aromas, the rebels stopped eating the beef jerky in their hands and looked towards the place where the aroma was coming from in the distance.
What kind of delicacy is this? It smells like this.
You know, the two places are almost half a mile apart, but they can actually be transmitted.
Inside the Tubo camp.
"Master, I have realized what delicious food is today." Danba Puncuo stuffed steamed buns (the name for steamed buns in the Song Dynasty) into his mouth with all his strength. His mouth bulged like a frog, and he said with tears, "I didn't eat it before. What humans eat, cows eat, dogs eat.”
When Yangkang saw how he was eating, he spat a mouthful of tea onto Tenba Phuntsok: "Denba, no one is fighting for it. You look so ugly when you eat it. I'm sorry that the tea sprayed on you."
"Master Yang, the tea sprayed on me, I want you to compensate for the loss." Danba Phuntsok said to Yang Kang while wiping the tea.
It's just that his mouth is full of steamed buns and he speaks in a buzzing voice.
Danba Puncuo is very tall, with a stout body, about eight feet, with a Chinese character face and a beard as sharp as a needle.
Compared with Danba Phuntsok, Yangkang has a well-proportioned figure and looks more like a Confucian general.
Yang Kang looked at the clothes lightly: "Isn't it just a piece of clothing? Just tell me how much it costs."
"Clothes, clothes." Tenba Phuntsok shook his head and said hurriedly, "I don't need clothes, I just want this steamed bun."
When Yang Kang heard this, he spit out another mouthful of tea.
But this time he was prepared and sprayed not on Tenba Phuntsok, but on the ground.
Seeing that Yangkang didn't spray on him, Tenba Phuntsok couldn't help but shake his head and sighed sadly: "What a pity, I still want you to spray tea on your body and ask for more steamed buns."
Upon hearing this, Yang Kang made another puff and the tea spurted out again.
He never expected that Tenba Puncoo would make this request, showing that he was a scoundrel and a delicious dog.
"Master Secretary, you owe me steamed buns again." This time, Tenba Phuntsok jumped directly towards the tea, laughing loudly as he did so.
Valley high ground, rebel position.
After an hour, the rebels had made a simple position about three feet high with stones. Behind the position was their camp.
Smelling the tempting aroma coming from below, although the rebels all held beef jerky in their hands, they no longer had the intention to eat.
There is no harm if there is no comparison. How can you still think about eating beef jerky after smelling this fragrance?
With a bang, Centurion Dretudon slammed the cold and hard beef jerky in his hand to the ground: "Damn, this beef jerky is too unpalatable. If you don't eat it when there are good delicacies now, you will be punished by God." "
"Yes, grab his motherfucker." Another centurion, Yoshimura Gyaltsen, also threw the beef jerky in his hand to the ground and came to the war horse.
Shengzhuang Jiangqu was also a centurion, his eyes fixed on the place where the fragrance came from.
He wiped his saliva, swallowed the saliva that was induced by the delicious food, and waved the riding crop in his hand fiercely: "Grab his mother."
"No, no, that's a Han conspiracy." Jiang Bai Chilie came out at this time, stopped the three of them with both hands, glanced at them, and said loudly.
Dele Thubten ignored Jiangbai Chilie, but looked at Yoshimura Gyaltsen and asked: "Yoshimura, are you full?"
"My stomach is growling right now." Yoshimura Gyaltsen shook his head and said bitterly, "I haven't had enough food until now."
"Shengzhuang, are you full?" Deletudeng nodded and turned to look at Shengzhuang Jiangqu.
Shengzhuang Jiangqu wiped his saliva again: "I'm so full, haven't you seen that my saliva is dripping from my mouth?"
"Yoshimura, Shengzhu, do you want to do it or not? I have decided anyway!" Hearing the two people's answers, I felt happy and looked at the two of them again.
Yoshimura Gyaltsen and Shengzhuang Jiangqu looked at each other and nodded, "Do it, why don't you do it, grab his mother's ass."
"Don't go, that's a Han conspiracy." Seeing the three centurions going out to grab food, Jiang Bai Chilie jumped out again.
Deletu took a step forward and bowed to Jiang Bai Chilie: "Captain, we respect you, but now you are not full, and I am not full either. It is better to die of swelling than to starve to death."
"Captain, we all think this way. It is better to die of swelling than to starve to death." Shengzhuang Jiangqu and Yoshimura Gyaltsen took a step forward at the same time and bowed to Jiangbai Chilie.
Seeing the three centurions pressing into the palace, Jiang Bai Chilie looked at the three of them.
He sighed and said helplessly to the three of them: "Then you three, be careful and come back after the robbery."
"No." The three of them were overjoyed and bowed to Jiang Bai Chilie together.
The three of them immediately mounted their horses and waved fiercely at their men: "Get on your horses and grab the damn thing."
"Grab his mother." The three men had been waiting for this moment. They mounted their horses and waved their swords.
Suddenly, rumble, rumble, rumble, the war horses echoed throughout the valley.
The rebels were so fast that they rushed from the rebel camp to the front of the Danba Puncuo camp without even having a cup of tea.
There are also fortifications in the tents, as well as defensive fortifications such as horses and fences.
Seeing the rebels rushing over from high places and eating the Tibetan soldiers and horses, they all dropped the food in their hands and ran towards the camp.
Boom, boom, boom, the war horses of the Tubo camp were dispatched.
But as soon as they ran out, they found that the rebels had taken away dozens of sacks of steamed buns.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, the rebel war horses caused snowflakes to splash in the valley. They had already run a hundred steps away, and they could only sigh.
"Master, Master, those are my steamed buns. Why should I give the steamed buns to the rebels?" Inside the camp, Danba Phuntsog stood up from his stool and stared with a livid face. His eyes were full of anger, and he looked at the sun unwillingly. Kang.
At the expense of Yangkang's clothes getting wet, he finally got the steamed buns, but he didn't expect to lose them to the rebels before he could get them.
Yang Kangyun sat quietly on the table and pointed in another direction of the camp: "They are working on it. After it is done, of course you will be there. You can have as many as you want."
"Master Secretary, I understand why these buns are given to the rebels? Wouldn't it be better to let the rebels starve to death?" Damba Puncuo looked at the food array in the distance and nodded, then asked in confusion. road.
Yang Kang calmly took a sip of the drunken spring breeze and asked calmly: "If you don't want to let go of the child, you can't trap the wolf. I wonder if you have heard of this sentence?"
"Master Secretary, I've heard this before, but what does it have to do with my steamed buns?" Tenba Phuntsok stuffed another half of the steamed buns into his mouth and asked in confusion.
Yang Kang did not answer their words, but instead grabbed a steamed bun and asked while eating it: "Danba, what do you think of the taste of this steamed bun?"
"It's delicious, it's delicious, I almost swallowed it with my tongue." Danba Puncuo kept nodding while eating.
Yang Kang stuffed the last bit of steamed bun into his mouth, clapped his hands and said calmly: "Danba, this is how you feel after eating it, but what about those rebels?"
"Rebels, rebels," Tenba Phuntsok thought for a while, stopped eating, and then said after thinking: "Of course the rebels are the same as me, they must think this is the most delicious food in the world."
"If the rebels ate steamed buns, would they still eat their beef jerky?" Yang Kang motioned to the soldiers to add boiling water, then took a sip of tea happily before continuing to ask.
Tenba Punco tore open the steamed buns again and stuffed them into his mouth: "This, this, the rebels ate the steamed buns, and the beef jerky felt as unpalatable as dog food, no, it tasted as unpalatable as cow food."
"Since they eat this delicacy, they must be unable to leave it just like you." Yang Kang smiled faintly, "So I have to give them a little sweetness to taste."
"Try the sweetness, chief secretary, do you still want to continue sending the rebel buns?" Although Danba Phuntsok's stomach was already full, he still couldn't help but stuff it into his mouth, but not as fast as before.
Yang Kang shook his head, and while tasting it slowly, he said lightly: "My steamed buns are not so delicious, I want them to spit them out."
"Spit it out. The rebels have entered the stomach. How to spit it out?" Tenba Phuntsok thought for a long time, but could not come up with a reason.
Halfway up the valley, there is a rebel camp.
All the rebels shouted and looked at the steamed buns in the sack.
Their saliva flowed out unconsciously, and their eyes glowed green.
Fragrant, too fragrant.
It only smelled good before, but now you can eat it immediately.
Seeing the delicious food in the sack, they kept biting and spitting.
In fact, there was nothing in the rebel's mouth at all, but the sack of delicious food in front of him was too tempting.
The rich fragrance filled the entire rebel camp, and almost all the rebels surrounded it.
The Dharma King was the first to get the steamed buns, and almost burst into tears: "Not only is it delicious, but it's also hot."
After saying that, he picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"His Holiness, wait a minute, be careful that the Han people have put poison." At this time, Jiang Bai Chilie suddenly took it from His Holiness's hand and sniffed it again and again.
Upon hearing this, all the rebels' faces changed drastically.
At this time, Gongdui Siru also came over, holding a steaming steamed bun from his pocket.
Although he wanted to swallow it in one gulp, reason defeated him.
He glanced at the three centurions Shengzhuang Jiangqu, Dele Thubten, and Yoshimura Gyaltsen, and suddenly asked: "Do you have any casualties?"
"No, no, no." The three centurions looked at each other and shook their heads.
Gongdui Siru thought for a while and said, "Are there any casualties among the Han people?"
"Han, there are no Han casualties." The three centurions thought for a while and answered one after another.
"You have no casualties, and the Han people have no casualties. There is only one reason. These delicacies must be poisoned, so throw them all away." Gongdui Siru smiled coldly and answered decisively.
