The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1791 Cai Jing: "I don't understand!"

In 1115 AD,
Tibet, Lhasa, in front of the Red Mountain Palace!

With hysterical roars, the soldiers are charging forward.

Standing atop the hill, Zhang Cheng drew his sword and charged forward, his eyes bloodshot, shouting, "Kill!"

"boom!"

Like a landslide, the massive cavalry surged forth, accelerating relentlessly, tearing apart the Lhasa king's last hope.

Gazing at the distant palace, Zhang Cheng's cloak fluttered in the wind, yet it couldn't suppress the anger within him.
Even though he had prepared beforehand, Zhang Cheng still couldn't bear to look at the scene when he actually arrived.

Because Lion Camel Ridge is like the present-day Tubo (Tibetan Empire)!

The dark red instruments of torture hanging in front of the palace, the people nailed to wooden stakes, and even the white bones all proved that this was a place that devoured people!
Serfs, on the other hand, were treated as beings even lower than ants, and were even treated like livestock from birth.

He originally planned to conquer Tibet in five years, but unexpectedly, it took a full eight years!
If the strategy is to annihilate the enemy's fighting force, Zhang Cheng wouldn't need eight years, not even six months, to completely destroy the entire Tibetan Empire.
But what he really wanted to kill were not the serfs, not these poor compatriots, but those nobles and living Buddhas who thought they were in heaven!

This is also why Zhang Cheng's attack was so slow, because he had to attack while simultaneously breaking the shackles of the serfs!

He wanted to show these people what it means to be human and what it means to have the backbone to never kneel down!
Standing in the Red Mountain Palace, the King of Lhasa looked at the former ants who dared to join outsiders in attacking him, and he was furious. He roared hysterically, "I am their king! How dare they betray me? Have they forgotten who fed them and who gave them water?"

"boom!"

The palace gates were kicked open, and Zhang Cheng, covered in blood, entered carrying a severed head.
Seeing this scene in horror, the King of Lhasa immediately retreated, staggering and falling onto his throne.

"Wow!"

Zhang Cheng tossed the things in his hands onto the expensive crimson carpet, drew his longsword from his waist, and said, "We have finally met, King of Lhasa!"

"You lowly commoner, you lowly commoner, go and kill him!"

Looking at the serfs bound in chains beside him, the King of Lhasa roared.

But just as these serfs looked at Zhang Cheng in fear, he stepped forward and cut their chains with his longsword, saying, "Worldly kings only use power to make you kneel, but I will make you stand up and say no!"

Extending his hand, Zhang Cheng spoke to the serfs.
The boy stared blankly at Zhang Cheng, seemingly not understanding the meaning of those words.
But just then, a man who had followed Zhang Cheng in shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Jinda! Stand up! Stand up!"

"Daddy?"

Looking at his father in disbelief, the boy immediately broke into an excited smile.

But just then, a dagger was thrown over.

Standing in front of the boy, Zhang Cheng used his longsword to deflect the dagger, saying, "There's an old Chinese saying: 'Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?'"

"The fact that you can sit here doesn't mean you're more noble than them; it just means you happened to be born here!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng walked straight forward, his combat boots stomping heavily on the ground.
Seeing Zhang Cheng approaching, the King of Lhasa roared, "Stop him! Stop him now! What are you waiting for? I am your king!" "You are not, because you cannot protect any of your people!"

Gripping the longsword tightly in a reverse grip, Zhang Cheng raised it high, impaling it on the throne.

He stared at Zhang Cheng in disbelief; the man gripped the sword blade as if desperately trying to survive.

But ultimately, his neck tilted to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.
Watching the crown roll away, Zhang Cheng stepped on it, crushing it completely, and shouted, "Freedom!"

"Freedom, freedom, freedom!"

They roared in fury, and the serfs who followed Zhang Cheng immediately shed tears.

Because they simply cannot believe that one day they will be able to truly become "human"!
Half a month later, in Bianliang, Tokyo
When Emperor Huizong (Zhao Ji) received news of the recapture of the Tibetan tribes, he was completely stunned.
Because it's been eight years. The Dingnan Army fought against the Tubo for a full eight years. Have they finally won now?
Looking at the battle report in disbelief, Cai Jing's face showed a bewildered expression, because he couldn't understand how Tibet, located on the plateau, could have defeated the Dingnan Army in the first battle, and how it could have been completely defeated eight years later.
Cai Jing: I don't understand.
King of Lhasa: You understand my ass? You understand? I don't understand at all?

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The Dingnan Army has conquered Tibet, doesn't that mean they now have the strength?"

Just as Cai Jing was about to speak, Liang Shicheng walked in and said, "Your Majesty, Zhang Zhuguo's gift list has arrived!"

Looking at Liang Shicheng beside him, Cai Jing really wanted to curse.

Because this eunuch really has no brains at all. If you give him a gift now, Zhang Cheng will send him to play a family-friendly game of Candy Crush at the execution ground in the future!

"Oh, such a fruitful victory?"

Upon seeing the gift list sent by Zhang Cheng, Zhao Ji was completely astonished.
Because the gold and silver alone on it amount to a staggering three million taels!

It can be said that Zhao Ji believed Zhang Cheng had not embezzled any money, after all, Tibet was such a poor place!

"Prime Minister Cai, you should pay more attention to the affairs of the Jin Kingdom. Their establishment of a state is a great opportunity for our Great Song Dynasty!"

Looking at Cai Jing in front of him, Liang Shicheng laughed.
Because he can make Zhao Ji happy, and the most important thing is Zhang Cheng. With so much silver sent by Zhang Cheng every year, and his godson keeping an eye on things, what problems could possibly arise?
After all, in this Great Song Dynasty, would a military officer dare to rebel?

Liang An: Godfather, let's sever ties. I'm afraid Cheng-ge'er will misunderstand!

Liang Shicheng:
Now is the perfect time to conquer the vast Tibetan Empire.
Even after learning of the Jin Dynasty's rise, Zhang Cheng had no intention of intervening, because he wanted to wait until the Jin Dynasty showed its true colors before crushing and defeating them completely.
The idea of ​​allying with the Jin to destroy the Liao was, in fact, seen by many as extremely dangerous.

However, the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun were something that the Northern Song Dynasty could not abandon. Even though the risks were great, the benefits were not to be ignored!

So why did the Southern Song Dynasty still ally with the Yuan Dynasty to destroy the Jin Dynasty after suffering the humiliation of the Jingkang Incident? It was because of the deep-seated hatred between them. Even though everyone knew that the Yuan Dynasty would be terrifying in the future, they still decided to destroy the Jin Dynasty first!
After all, the Southern Song Dynasty put in its utmost effort when it destroyed the Jin Dynasty.
Don't underestimate the Chinese people's grudge-holding ability. Five thousand years of glory can be summed up in one stroke, while a hundred years of humiliation can be divided into two volumes!
When the Jin dynasty breached Bianliang and treated the Zhao Song royal family and people like cattle and sheep, the seeds of disaster were already sown. The Chinese people will never forget hatred; it is a memory etched into their bones!
Thinking of the Jingkang Incident that had yet to happen, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually turned bloodshot as he said, "Just wait, once I get out of Tibet, I'll have some fun with you!"

Standing up, Zhang Cheng went to the front of Hongshan Palace, looked at the soldiers shouting below, and immediately raised his arm.

"King Dingnan, King Dingnan, King Dingnan!"

They shouted and roared spontaneously, and soldiers and serfs alike waved their military flags.

(End of this chapter)