Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Chapter 1124 Nanga Bawa and Dolma

How dare Chen Yifan?

After he went out, he felt a little regretful when he was blown by the cold wind.

But there is no regret medicine in this world.

Since you believe that Zhao Chuanxin will never give up, just trust him to the end.

Chen Yifan smiled bitterly.

He didn't expect that in the end he would have to trust a man he had never met.

Now we can only look to Zhao Chuanxin!

……

Zhao Chuanxin waited for Liu Xiang from day till night.

Liu Xiang didn't come.

He had a hotpot in the tent that night, and while eating horse meat, he picked out a bullet from the meat.

"Boiled!"

He clipped out the bullet and threw it away.

When eating hotpot, eat the meat first, then the frozen tofu and fish balls, and finally some cabbage, and finally the noodles.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin added coal to the stove, then went out and rode the fourth-generation Youlong to investigate the Sichuan-Tibet border.

Liu Xiang did not go any further.

Liu Xiang naturally could not make the decision on such matters. This must have been the order of Hu Jingyi.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

It's not that you don't send troops to garrison, but some things cannot be done.

He returned to his tent, pulled out his cell phone and called Benjamin Goldberg.

"Benjamin, do you know Ma Qi?"

Since the Sichuan Army Governor Hu Jingyi is not coming, there are always people who are tempted.

Presumably, our neighbor Ma Qi and his family would be interested in the meat that is right at their doorstep.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Master, I am not familiar with him, and we have some grudges. He is very ambitious and exploits people more and more. I have taken in many desperate people under his rule. I do know Zhang Guangjian, who just took in the governor of Lanzhou."

Mr. Northwest really has a wide network of contacts.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You should contact Zhang Guangjian now and ask him if he is interested in the Jiangda Ganzi area. If he is interested, he is welcome to send people to station there tomorrow."

Benjamin Goldberg responded and went to send the telegram.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Code of the Old Gods" and read it for about half an hour when the phone rang.

"Master, Zhang Guangjian only follows Yuan Weiting's lead. But he is smart, and he seems to be planning to divide the Ma family's returning army. He helped me contact Ma Qi's brother Ma Lin. I talked to him and found that Ma Lin was greedy and quite interested in this place. He will give Master a reply tomorrow morning."

Zhao Chuanxin stroked his beard and thought that the Ma family were Hui Muslims.

Their returning army must not become too powerful.

If they want to expand their territory to the south, they have to find a way to consume their territory in the north.

So he said, "I'll give you a few months. Can you rely on Tianshangfei to form a team and suppress the Ma family in the northwest?"

Benjamin Goldberg is no longer the powerful man he once was.

He has grown up.

He smiled: "Master, Zhang Guangjian wants the Ma family to get this piece of land, and he also wants to check and balance the Ma family. It is obvious that he has no good intentions. In addition, don't even think about asking me to suppress him. I will just kill all of his Ma family. What's the difficulty?"

He has inherited some of his master's arrogance, and I don't know if he is just bragging.

"Okay!" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Then let's give this piece of land to him."

Zhang Guangjian never expected that he just wanted to deal with the Ma family and suppress the Hui army, but what kind of situation this would cause in the future...

……

The Kalon of Chamdo, Qiangba Danda, was holding the letter left by Zhao Chuanxin. The skin on his face was very loose and he looked a little hideous.

But in fact, his face was expressionless.

He was sent by the Kashag to be the chief administrator of Chamdo, in charge of the Tibetan troops.

There were not many Tibetan soldiers. The professional army formed by the 13th Dalai Lama was of very limited size and their weapons were somewhat outdated. In addition to knives, spears and matchlock guns, there were also earth cannons, the 13-shot cannons left by Zuo Zongtang during his western expedition, and old rifles such as the obsolete Lee Enfield provided by the British devils.

The content of the letter was simple, and the gist was: Get out of Qamdo, Jiangda, Leiwuqi, and Chaya within one day. Whoever stays will be killed, and the Kashag will be slaughtered with blood!

Jampa Danda asked another Kalon Phuntselung, "I received news that the man killed hundreds of us. He is very powerful. Do you think we should leave?"

Puben Dailong sneered: "We have the support of the British, why should we leave? We have the most elite soldiers in Tibet. As long as we deploy in advance, we will be able to stop him. I have informed the British about this and asked for their support."

Qiangba Danda was still a little worried: "What if we can't stop him? I heard that he is very cruel."

"Look around this land, is there anyone who is not cruel?"

Jampa Danda was speechless.

Warlords imposed heavy taxes and levies.

In Tibet, the Kashags are not good either.

The living Buddha has an orderly inheritance and is reincarnated from generation to generation.

However, these Buddhas

They have private property.

Armed,

There were serfs.

Buddha is an upper-class aristocrat.

And you will be a noble person in every life.

I don’t know how many devout men and women went to worship these “landlords” and felt that they were receiving initiation by being touched on the head. They were extremely pious.

The local Kashag was their tool of labor and exploitation, and it firmly controlled the means of production such as land, livestock and serfs.

There was little difference between serfs and livestock.

The two ignorant guys were actually on high alert the next day, ready to put up a fight and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

However, when Thirteenth DA-Lai heard Zhao Chuanxin's name, he almost pissed himself and immediately gave the order: "Let Qiangba Danda and the others retreat."

However, not every place had telegraph service, and as soon as the news came out, Thirteenth DA-Lai turned around and led his men to flee.

On the grassland, Zhao Chuanxin forcibly turned the head of Jebtsundamba into a rosary.

Ga-Bala is a voluntary donation from the monks, it is not forced.

When Qiangbadanda received the message, it was almost noon, which was the time set by Zhao Chuanxin.

"What should we do? It may be too late to leave, but it's better than staying. We can explain to Zhao Chuanxin then."

Puben Dailong stared: "Things have come to this point, why leave? It is better to deploy according to the original plan and defend this place well."

Before he could finish his words, he heard deafening machine gun fire outside.

Tata Tata...

People shout horses neighing.

Pubendailong got up in a hurry and tried to lift the curtain of the yak-hair tent.

Qiangba Danda witnessed how the yak-wool tent was torn apart by bullets and full of holes; he witnessed how Puben Dailong's body was torn apart by the line of fire and blood and flesh gushed out.

A healthy and living person turned into a pool of smoking rotten meat right before his eyes.

Half of the head fell at Qiangbadanda's feet, and he saw half of the eye blink.

Qiangba Danda was also very cruel. He would dig out the enemy's patella, cut off the enemy's nose, and peel off the enemy's skin to make drums...

But the scene before him still made him collapse.

The power was so strong that even the gods could not resist it, making him want to worship it.

He instantly fell to the ground, not daring to move, and could only listen to the screams outside.

When the gunfire stopped, he heard a strange grinding sound.

He didn't know that it was the sound caused by the gun barrel's continued rotation due to inertia and machinery.

Soon, there was a sound outside - chirp, chirp, chirp...

There were howlings, curses, and cries of terror once again.

The "chirp chirp" sound came from somewhere far away, sometimes near, sometimes left, sometimes right.

"Everyone come out of the tents."

He heard a voice speaking non-standard Tibetan.

He tried to muddle through.

Choo Choo Choo……

There was another scream.

"I said, all of you come out of the tent."

The yak-hair tent was thick and opaque, so Qambadanda could not see what was happening outside.

But he imagined a picture - there were others who wanted to get away with it just like him, but were brutally killed by that man.

Qiangbadanda began to tremble and struggled internally: That man must be trying to scare people, how would he know who was hiding?

boom……

A violent explosion sounded.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come out, no one will survive."

"three."

I…Qiangbadanda has an urgent desire to express himself.

This is totally unreasonable.

Boom, boom, boom...

Qiangba Danda immediately stood up, rushed out of the tent and knelt on the ground.

He saw that many people made the same choice as he did.

Some tents were on fire and bodies were scattered all over the ground.

He saw the man, tall and strong, wearing strange black clothes, strange black boots, and holding a terrifyingly large bow in his hand.

The man had a thick beard, a thick cigarette in his mouth, and was wearing a black knitted hat that covered his ears, with his medium-length hair sticking out from under the hat.

On the forehead of the hat, there was a small shiny steel plate with three Chinese characters engraved on it - behead immediately.

The man was wearing gloves and pointed his finger at a group of people. He didn't say anything, but his gesture seemed to direct them to gather together.

Qiangbadanda tried to blend in with the crowd, but the looks from everyone exposed his identity.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw the man smiling at him maliciously.

The man hooked his finger at him.

Qiangbadanda's heart was pounding and he walked over reluctantly.

"name."

"Pichenglemaimocuo..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907 and put the muzzle to Qiangbadanda's forehead: "Ask again, name."

Shocked by the coldness of the metal: "Jiangbadanda."

"identity?"

"Kalon."

"Do you know who I am?"

The other party said in broken Chinese: "Zhao Chuanxin."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and looked up at the sky.

Tomorrow the sky will be cloudless, it will be a nice day.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin attacked without warning and slapped Qiang Badanda in the face.

Snapped.

Qiangbadanda looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise, then quickly lowered his head.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "I just want to see if you will glare at me. If you glare at me, I will kill you."

Qiangbadanda: “…”

This man is even more despicable than the people of the grasslands, and he regards human life as worthless.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a map and handed it to Qiangba Danda: "You point out where your troops are stationed, and then tell me where DA-Lai is."

The Panchen Lama was close to the Central Plains.

DA-Lai is always making trouble and is pro-British.

The two are vying for power.

What a dog!

Would Buddha fight for power and profit?

Would Buddha keep serfs?

Qiangba Danda suddenly lost all his courage to resist and blurted out: "He lives in the Sunlight Hall of the Winter Palace of the Potala Palace, which was expanded later. However, I heard that he seems to have left LS and escaped."

Zhao Chuanxin teased, "He ran away, but you stayed and resisted. You are quite courageous."

Jampa Danda prostrated himself on the ground with his head on his head. He said, "You are Mimapapa. Since I learned about your strength and bravery, I have wanted to leave. But after receiving the news from the Potala Palace, it was too late. This place was arranged by Phuben Dailong and has nothing to do with me."