Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 184 Khan goes to Qamdo on a snowy night (Part )
It's cold, but some people are not afraid. Jiayang Duoji is practicing martial arts in the snow with his upper body bare, and the iron rods are flying like summer flowers.

"Master, the sentinel has come to report that there are no traces of Mongolian cavalry on the river bank in front of Qamdo today." The monk soldier Zongben Tashi Lunzhu stepped forward to report.

Jiayang Dorje stopped the iron rod and said without changing his expression, "Well, thank you for your hard work. When I came, the Great Master told me many times that I must guard it carefully. If Qamdo is lost, the three thousand years of foundation of Kham and even our Ben sect will be lost." They will return to dust.”

"Don't worry, I have sent out more scouts along the river."

"Okay. Starting tomorrow, there will be more cloth behind the camp," Jiayang Duoji said solemnly.

"Behind the camp?" Tashi Lunzhu was stunned, "It's freezing cold and it's difficult to march. The Mongols won't take a long way to attack the city, right?"

"I thought about it, and it's better to be careful. From tomorrow on, we will have three times more sentries in the rear," Jiayang Dorje insisted.

"Yes, Master", Tashi Lunzhu accepted the order and left.

"Amitabha, don't be afraid of being tired. You are accumulating merit. The Buddha will bless you." Looking at his leaving back, Jiayang Dorje murmured.

His decision to triple the number of sentries in the rear was undoubtedly correct. It's a pity that we didn't leave early. The Mongols came. It was such a coincidence that they were only one day away and caught the monk soldiers by surprise.

"Kill~kill~kill~" As Sultan issued the military order, 15,000 Mongolian troops rushed towards the monk camp with shouts. Because of the heavy snow, they had to dismount and fight on foot. The Mongolian soldiers were experienced in hundreds of battles and their combat power far exceeded that of the monk soldiers. Their number was more than four times that of the monk soldiers. What's worse is that the monk soldiers of the Bon sect did not expect that the enemy would come from behind. They were unprepared and were quickly rushed to pieces.

"What's going on?" Hearing the cry of killing, Tashi Lunzhu came out of the camp and saw Mongolian soldiers everywhere chasing and killing the chieftain soldiers running around. In a hurry, he forgot to take the knife and went into the tent to get it. Several wolf-like Mongolian soldiers rushed into the tent and slashed him with their swords, cutting him down in a pool of blood.

The shouts of killing also alerted Jiayang Duoji, who was practicing martial arts. He quickly organized his personal guards and resisted stubbornly. Unfortunately, among the 3,500 monks and soldiers, only 1,500 from Zizhu Monastery can be considered elite soldiers. The others were temporarily recruited from various monasteries and their combat power was limited. When attacked by the enemy, they fled in all directions. Not only was it ineffective, but it also disrupted the camp of Zizhu Monastery.

"Kill", Sultan's hand itched for a moment, the bright silver spear and the spirit snake trembled, and it stabbed into the throat of a monk soldier.

The bright red blood aroused his demonic nature, and with a long roar of "Ouch", he galloped into the enemy formation, charging left and right to kill.

"Protect the Great Khan, protect the Great Khan quickly." Saihan, the general, was shocked and hurriedly led his troops to protect the left and right sides. Just kidding, if Dahan makes any mistake, he won't be able to chop off his head.

"Hey, it's boring." Seeing the guards swarming over, Suletan let out a long sigh. It seemed that this spear would no longer be useful today.

He held the gun in his hand and looked around. Suddenly he saw an enemy general, naked from the waist up, trying desperately to break through. The iron rod in his hand seemed to be spiritual, knocking over the Mongolian soldiers one by one.

"Hmph," the Great Khan grunted, took off his bow, and shot an arrow with a "whoosh". The arrow flew over the general's head and missed. Just as he was feeling a little embarrassed, a Mongolian soldier threw a rope and trapped the general.

Jiayang Duoji was so angry that his Dantian was filled with energy. He exerted force on his arms, and the rope broke with a "bang" sound. However, more ropes rushed towards me. No matter how heroic you are, you can't stand up to someone with too many ropes. Finally, he stopped moving and was tied up into a rice dumpling by the overwhelming ropes.

The city of Qamdo is beautiful in the snow, but the heavy snow also obscures the sound of the Mongolian army marching, thus bringing disaster to the defenders.

Ala Tamcang led Sandan, Dondup Norbu and two generals, and five thousand soldiers and horses to rush to Qamdo. The defenders did not notice until they reached the city gate.

"Enemy attack~enemy~" a sentry just shouted out and was shot down by a stray arrow.

Long ladders were put up on the city wall. Alatancang held a steel knife in his mouth and used his hands and feet together. As agile as an ape, he jumped up the city wall with a few steps. A native soldier thrust out the spear in his hand, and the sharp tip of the spear gleamed with cold light, vowing to assassinate the enemy. A la Tancang used his strength to pull the soldier off the city wall. He took the steel knife from his mouth with his right hand and killed several more people. Soon a fulcrum was formed at the top of the city, and his subordinates boarded the city one after another. Not far away, the Mongolian general Sandan also formed a fulcrum. Alatancang was afraid that Sandan would be the first to attack, so he led dozens of his men who boarded the city to seize the city wall and rush towards the city gate.

Jia Ben, who was guarding the gate, didn't even see Alatancang's appearance clearly before he was killed with a knife.

"Squeak!"

The heavy city gate opened from the outside, and the Mongolian troops swarmed into the city.

"Zongben, the Mongols have entered the city, come with me to break out of the encirclement." Lang Song of Qamdo Temple found his brother, Chuosijia Chieftain Zili.

"Breakout? After leaving Chuosijia, am I still considered the sect leader of Chuosijia?" Zili smiled bitterly, "Second brother, you are a member of the Buddhist sect. There is no need to care about worldly affairs, so break out of the encirclement quickly."

"Amitabha, although I am a monk, I cannot break away from the secular world. I am willing to die with Zongben."

"Second brother, have you made up your mind?" Zi Li trembled all over and his eyes were moist.

"Think about it, Zongben."

"Alas", Zi Li sighed deeply. "Don't call me Zongben, call me Abu (Kham Tibetan: brother)", his voice choked up.

"Abu", the monk called affectionately. At this time, he was no longer Langsong of Qamdo Temple, but just the second young master of Tusi Chuosijia's family.

"Bang!" The door of the chieftain's house was violently knocked open, and Dundup Norbu led hundreds of soldiers to fight in. This man was originally a general of Zangba Khan. Since he surrendered in Langkazi, he had no way out and tried his best to fight. He served his Mongol masters and gained considerable trust.

This time, he wanted to make a great contribution, so he went straight to the chieftain's mansion as soon as the city gate was broken, and he arrived before Alatancang.

"Yeah", a Mongolian soldier howled miserably as he was hacked to death by Zili with his sword.

"How brave! Why don't you surrender?" Thondup Norbu was furious and rushed towards Shili with a Tibetan knife, but was blocked by a Zen staff. Lang Song's Zen staff was made of fine steel, thick and heavy. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and for a while he forced Dondup Norbu to retreat.

"Kill these two people for me, general," he yelled.

The men rushed forward and chopped Zili and Qamdoji Langsong into meat paste.

Alatancang led his army to the chieftain's mansion, only to see two bloody heads. Such a great achievement was lost to others, so I was inevitably depressed. I asked Dondup Norbu in a nonchalant manner: "Is this the head of Chief Chuosjia and the abbot of Qamdo Temple? You have achieved great merit!"

Dhondup Norbu knew that he was a popular figure next to the Great Khan, and hurriedly said: "All of these are due to the fact that Qianhu has commanded them well, and only the last general can succeed."

Getting Qamdo is like getting the key to entering Kham. But in order to truly control this place, we must deal with the great monk on Zizhu Mountain. The great Sarula Bilig Khan did not hesitate and ordered the entire army to march to Zizhu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)