I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 593 Bullying
Layers of dark clouds rolled up from the sky, piling up quickly, and the dark sky suddenly became groggy.

The strong wind is also gradually blowing, blowing the land of the plateau, a piece of wind and grass die.Humming across the mountains and rivers on this land, countless rivers originate from here.

On those white snow-capped mountains, holy water flows down, irrigating countless lives.When the river reaches the lower reaches, it is no longer holy or calm. It starts to rush and become turbid, but it also begins to have infinite vitality.

Noble and cold, never close to the tension of life, all things are born of filth, and those who roll in the mud are the masters of this land.

Pushed by the strong wind, dark clouds moved from the horizon to the top of the head, until the entire sky was densely covered into a dark world.

There were miserable howls, hovering in the sky, and a bloody aura filled the surroundings.

This is a stockade behind Tubo, filled with Bailan people who have been conquered by Tubo for hundreds of years.For hundreds of years, under the influence of Tubo, they lived a life like a purgatory.

A banner was hung above the stockade, and the pattern painted on it was a strange naked Buddha, with an ugly appearance, spots on his body, as if stained with blood, and cruel eyes.He has the head of a banshee under his feet and holds a weeping baby in his hands.

This is not the totem of the Bailan people, but the flag of the Jokhang Temple, indicating that this place is being patronized by Tibetans.For these small tribes, a visit by the Tibetans is equivalent to an avalanche-like disaster, or even worse.

Bailan people are generally not tall, but their skin is delicate, and there are many beauties in the clan.Even the men are thin-skinned and tender-skinned. They live by farming and occasionally hunt, but they fish from the groundwater in the cave.Outside the cave is their farmland, which grows some crops on the plateau.

Because although they are also on the plateau, they live in caves, and the pools in the caves are like gems, emitting a faint blue luster.There are always many almost transparent fish swimming in the water lightly, making large and small ripples in circles.

The scouring of groundwater for countless years has formed a huge group of karst caves in the mountain. The caves extending in all directions are connected together like a spider web.Any sound echoed countless times in this confined space, making it impossible to tell where the sound came from.

Now there is no one in the cave, they were all driven out, and surrounded heavily in the stockade outside.

A thick and tall Tubo general rode through the middle of the village on a big horse, looking at the Bailan man with his head down, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. Looking carefully, the Buddhist beads are all white human bones.It was made after polishing the skulls taken from the 36 people he killed.

"Great Buddha, supreme leader, your master ordered that all people in the highlands go to fight against evil spirits. All the men in your village are enslaved. Now, take up your own weapons and follow you Brave master, go and fight the demons. The Buddha will see you and forgive your weakness and sins."

The Bailan people trembled. They didn't like to fight, and they didn't like to go to war with the Han people, because in their bones, they admired those Han people who were also farming but had an extremely powerful army.When the great Han was strong,
General Tubo let out a grin, and whipped a whip on a Bailan man's head, causing him to howl in pain.

"In order to prevent some people from running away and being timid and cowardly, today you will kill one out of every ten people in your village. As for who to kill, you decide for yourself."

When Bailan heard that there was such a cruel request, he couldn't help but stay where he was.

The Tibetans had already begun to drive away the men in the village, forcing them into groups of ten and asking them to push out one to kill.There are not many people in this village, there are only more than 300 men in total, and there are many old and weak children among them.

The rest of the women and children were driven aside, and soon there was a shrill roar, accompanied by the Tubo people's grinning and obscene voices.

"What are you looking at? The brave Tibetan warriors are purifying their dirty bodies."

Some Bailan people couldn't help but look back, and the Tubo people yelled at them, telling them to choose someone quickly.In many cases, it is the old people who stand up on their own. They know that they are old and will not live long, and they are more willing to leave the hope of living to young people.

Even in this environment, the desire for the reproduction and continuation of the ethnic group is still engraved on the bones of the Bailan people.

The Bailan people who turned their heads were shattered by the sight in front of them. Their wives and daughters were being bullied and abused by fat Tubo people.

Some people's necks have been twisted, and some people have a knife pierced through their exposed chest, but their lower body is still being raped.

The Tubo people were right under their noses, killing so inhumanely, but the Bailan people had no strength to resist, they couldn't even clenched their fists, their minds were as numb as if they had been sucked out, and only tears of humiliation flowed down .

Hundreds of years of enslavement, those who dare to resist have already died. Numbness is the normal state of most tribes. It is not that they have never resisted, but the monks in the Jokhang Temple are not at all what they can compete with.

The whips kept falling, like raindrops. The Tibetans never needed a reason to beat someone.When these whips are pulled down, those who can be beaten will be bloody with each blow, and those with poor physique will die on the spot.

The Tubo people didn't care, as long as some women, children and children were left behind, these untouchable tribes would soon breed again and provide slaves for Tubo's noble lords and noble monks.

These untouchable slaves are like grass, even if there are more cattle and sheep, they will not eat up the grass.

The same scene has been staged in this land for hundreds of years, and the cold wind on the plateau seems to have long been commonplace.They roared past like indifferent spectators.
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On the road to the west of Tubo, countless slave soldiers were being driven to Da Michuan to participate in the war.These slave soldiers came from different tribes, but their fate was roughly the same, and they were all the same horrible.

The battle on the front line is very urgent. With such brutal mobilization, the Tibetans have gained a firm foothold and are ready to counterattack.

The slave soldiers they gathered, after being practiced by the eminent monks of the Jokhang Temple, would all become fearless warriors.Although they will lose their consciousness, they completely obey orders and are not afraid of pain and death at all.

The arrogant Tubo generals even made a plan to invade Chang'an. In their view, conquering Chang'an is much more interesting than ruling the roost on the plateau.

At this time, in the city of Chang'an, a prestigious army was gathering
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