Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 315: Dingshan Nan Demon Beheads (Part )
A long rope slowly fell down from the mountain behind Jedunzhu Clan. Regardless of his old age and frailty, Hall Dub slid down bit by bit with the support of his desire to survive. You can already see the flat ground, and if you fall another ten meters, you can escape from death when your feet hit the ground. Finally, the bottom is reached, and Du Bu's old eyes are shining brightly. A dragon will always be a dragon. When he returns to Qiongjie, he can make trouble again!
"Master, Tashi Delek." A one-armed man wearing a Tibetan robe appeared in front of him, with several guardsmen beside him.

"Ah!" Old Dubu screamed and turned around to escape, but the guards appeared behind him again. He knew in his heart that he could not escape this time. After all, he is a hero, he quickly regains his composure and strives to preserve his dignity as Diba. "Who are you?" he asked. The tiger is thin and majestic, and the momentum is like a watchtower in his own home.

"Master, don't you remember? I am Qiongjie Buna, your family's Langsheng." The one-armed man knelt down straight, stuck out his tongue respectfully, and lowered his voice. In this era, slaves did not have their own surnames. They were given the surname based on the area where their master lived. Hall Dub was Diba in the Qiongjie area. His family's slaves were naturally surnamed Qiongjie. As for Buna, it means black hair. .

"Are you my Lanson?" Old Dubu had no impression at all. There were thousands of slaves in his family, how could he remember a lowly slave?

"I was born as a slave in the master's house. When I was five years old, you said that the hair on my body was dark and thick, like a black yak calf, so you gave me the name 'Bu Na'."

Du Bu shook his head again, still not remembering.

The one-armed man smiled and raised his empty left arm sleeve, "One time I was hungry and went to the kitchen to steal a piece of cake. You had my left hand cut off. At that time, he said with a smile, 'You should cut off both hands for stealing. , But if the slave can't work, he won't survive, so just chop off one hand. Amitabha, I am such a good and compassionate man!"

Du Bu still didn't remember that he executed a large number of slaves every year. What did a slave with a severed hand mean? However, he heard hatred from the slave's mouth. He shouted angrily: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything. I just want the master to taste the punishment you inflicted on the slave."

"How dare you!" Old Du Bu was shocked and angry, and suddenly laughed, "I am the commander-in-chief of the Shannan Rebel Army. People like me naturally have to be dealt with by the commander-in-chief of the Guards. How can you, Lang Sheng, do it?" ? Hahaha! It’s ridiculous! It’s ridiculous!”

"It was I who surrendered to the guards and led them to the city of Jedunzhu Sect. I begged the commander-in-chief to capture the master and hand him over to me. The commander-in-chief agreed. He said that all he had to do was to do the job neatly." .

"What!" Old Dubu was shocked. Several strong men stepped forward and tied him up. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

How often had the dignified Hall Dub been humiliated like this, especially in front of a humble slave, staring at Jonjie Bunna viciously.

"My master is staring at me like this. I must have disturbed you because of my ugly appearance. Please let me put on a stone hat for you, so that you will never see me as an ugly ghost again," the one-armed man said respectfully.

When he heard the word "stone hat", Old Dubu's body twisted and struggled desperately. He was familiar with this torture tool, which was used to gouge out the eyes of slaves. The struggle was in vain. A strong man put a heavy stone hat on him, and another strong man kept hammering the stone hat with a stone hammer. Soon, the tremendous pressure caused his eyeballs to bulge out of their sockets. "Ke~ke~ke~" The one-armed man's voice was eerie and strange, and he slowly gouged out his eyeballs with a knife in his remaining right hand.

"Ah!" Old Dubu fainted from the pain, but was quickly awakened by someone pouring cold water on him.

"My favorite thangka is human skin. I don't know how many Langsheng skins I have peeled off over the years. Once, my brother was lucky enough to be chosen by you, but he was not lucky enough and his skin was a bit poor. In the end, he was only made into a human skin drum. "The master is a noble man and has good leather. If it is made into a thangka, it will definitely be extremely beautiful."

"Hoo~ho~ho~" As if hearing his words, the dying old Dubu suddenly roared.

However, it was useless in the end. With the help of Qiongjie Buona, he became a skinless corpse. The one-armed man drew a black yak on the black and wrinkled skin, and he completed the masterpiece.

The great monk Fataihor Basangwangbu of Zedang Monastery fled back to Qiongjie, and his old father asked him to take his tribe and subjects to India. This responsibility is heavier than the Himalayas! Without any hesitation, the first thing he did after returning to Qiongjie was to gather his troops, collect gold, silver and jewelry and flee to the southeast.

The family has a rich heritage of hundreds of years. Even in such a field, they can still gather more than 3,000 tribesmen and more than 1,000 carts. The spectacular convoy can be seen as far as the eye can see. The Brahmaputra River has arrived. Crossing this river is India. Once in India, the Hall family has a chance of survival.

"Let everyone rest for a while, eat some food, and then build bamboo rafts to cross the river," the great monk Basang Wangpo issued the military order. After this order, the rebels made fires to cook, felled wood and built ships, and became a mess.

Among the trees by the river, Deputy Wanhu Sandan of the Guards was observing the movements of the rebels. He led two thousand elite soldiers to lie in wait by the river for a month, and finally caught a big fish!
"Attack!" Sandan, who has experienced hundreds of battles, launched a fatal blow at the most appropriate time.

"Hoo~ho~ho~" The Guards cavalry roared over and cut down the unprepared rebels one by one.

"Hurry across the river, I will stop them," Basang Wangbu shouted at the tribesmen, leading dozens of personal guards to block the guards. He has never forgotten that he is a member of the Hall family, and it is his duty to protect his people. At this moment, blood burst out, and he raised the iron rod in his hand to stop the guards.

"嗻～嗻～嗻～" Sandan discovered the prey and galloped towards the monk on his horse, slashing down with the saber in his hand.

Basang Wangbu's iron rod was just used for daily martial arts practice, and was no match for the saber that had drank the blood of countless people. There was a flash of white light, and the great monk fell into a pool of blood.

"Deputy Wanhu, how to deal with these rebels?" His subordinates asked Sandan for instructions.

Sandan smiled ferociously, "Your Majesty often said that the biggest demon in Shannan is the Hall demon from Qiongjie. Today, the commander-in-chief will wipe out all these demon descendants to share His Majesty's worries. They will all be slaughtered."

Military orders were issued, and piles of prisoners were tied up with their hands and led to the banks of the Brahmaputra River. The Mongolian cavalry straightened their sabers and passed directly in front of them, cutting off heads like wheat.

So many people were killed that for a long time, the local people did not dare to drink the water of the Brahmaputra River.

"Okay! Sandan did a great job! I will reward him heavily!" After hearing the news that Sandan was killing people on the banks of the Brahmaputra River, the compassionate monk Suletan was not only not angry, but Full of praise.

To govern troubled times, we must use heavy codes and not kill a few rebels. How can we maintain this beautiful country? Ordinarily, in terms of military merit, Sandan should have been knighted long ago, but he was not from Oirat Mongolia, but from Khalkha Mongolia, and had a bad temper, so he was delayed in being knighted. Unexpectedly, with one move of the butcher's knife, a count was killed.

With a stroke of his pen, Sultan named him the third-class Lalong Bo. He also wrote a poem as a gift and said:
"Wen Guanjun Shannan Subdues Demons"

There is a cruel demon in Shannan,
Skin the skin and take the meat as a sacrifice to the devil.

There are slave bones everywhere in prosperity,
The people are stained with blood and tears.

In the middle of the little white lotus water,
Great auspiciousness to the snowy plateau.

General Sandan's news has arrived.
Turn all the demon blood into Buddha light.

(End of this chapter)