Mongolia has been practicing Tibetan Buddhism since the middle of the Ming Dynasty, and after hundreds of years of preaching, Lamaism has replaced the shamanic worship of the past and become the first sect. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are very few people who think about eternal life, and more people are herdsmen who believe in Buddhism. Basically, every large tribe has a lama master to worship, and the very large tribe even worships the living Buddha.

These lamas and living Buddhas regularly exchanged messages with each other, so they knew that there were Han remnants in the far east who rebelled against the rule of Tsarist Russia, known as the Far Eastern Volunteers.

They also knew that the rebels in Xinjiang, Central Asia, had invaded northern Xinjiang, and now Xinjiang was in flames, and the imperial court's suppressive army was still in the Ganshan region and had not entered Gansu.

It is precisely because of the large amount of information that the old lama can see through the identities of these people at a glance: "I know, you are going to Guanwai, to the Ussuri River, to attack the Far Eastern Volunteers, right?"

"Hehe, I understand, you attacked our Eagle Department for no reason, I'm afraid it's because your military rations are no longer enough, and you can't make ends meet with the usual way of raising, so you have to kill the entire Eagle Department and snatch away all his last life-saving rations, right......?"

"It seems that you will not let go of the tribes on both sides of the Shilka River, and when you see one and destroy the other, you are a swarm of locusts and you will eat all the food......"

"Without an army of more than 50,000, you don't have such a great appetite, Buddha! Why is there such a catastrophe......

The Russian officer on the opposite side was stunned, he didn't expect that there were such smart people in this small remote tribe who could deduce so much information from such a small amount of information.

The situation in the Far East was concerned about the Tsar's heart, and it was not enough to rely on the navy alone to support, so last year, Tsarist Russia gave an order to the cavalry regiments in Central Asia, ordering the commander of the regiment, Fagiev, to lead five heavy cavalry divisions, a total of 50,000 people, from Central Asia across the entire Mobei steppe, straight to the Far East.

But the army is different from the navy, the long winter army can not travel at all, the Mobei region is almost close to the permafrost, the winter is cold and abnormal, the university is often half a month, in this kind of weather to march is to find death.

But the battle situation did not allow them to have the slightest slackness, and finally had to set off when the spring breeze and snow were a little smaller, at this time, although the earth did not return to green, but the snow had begun to loosen and melt, and there were already some sprouting grass under the snow layer of the war horse.

This is the limit of time for the army to start, in the early days there will be heavy snow, and no matter how late it will be in time for the decisive battle, finally Fadeev ordered to feed the war by war, and the army of 50,000 troops only brought a small amount of supplies and marched at full speed, and when they saw a tribe, they would destroy a tribe, and rob the herdsmen's cattle, sheep and hay to supply the army.

In order to keep the secret, the legion commander issued a gag order, all the tribes must be slaughtered, and the following tribes must not be vigilant.

Today it was the commander of the 1st Division, Commander Gogol, who led the team today, and the Eagle Department became a sacrifice in his hands, the men of the entire tribe were slaughtered, and the distant rangers were chasing and killing those women and children who had escaped, and under his strict orders, no one would be left alive.

Gogol squatted in front of the old lama and asked softly, "You are right, but there is a little mistake that I need to correct, we have a total of 100,000 troops, not 50,000!"

"Hahaha...... Don't lie to me, a monk, we are more familiar with this steppe than you, and now that I know where you are starting and where you are going, I can guess the route you are heading......"

"I know better than you how many tribes there are on this route, how many cattle and sheep there are! That little supply is not enough for the consumption of 100,000 troops, you are just bragging, just like the Han people's art of war, 100,000 is blown into 500,000, 500,000 is blown into 1 million, just to scare people!"

"Oh, you're still a baby! Since you're so familiar with the land, how about you be your guide?

The old lama sneered, "Let me take you to slaughter other tribes?

"Hahaha...... You will agree, I don't believe you can bear to watch your apprentices die!" Gogol said, and several soldiers dragged out the four little apprentices behind the old lama like wolves.

Kicking the bloody saber on the ground, he put it on his neck, "Old thing, do you promise or not! Their life and death are in your hands......"

"Master......! I'm scared......" the little lama burst into tears.

The old lama's eyes were also moist, "Don't cry, don't cry, we can't kill others because we are greedy for life and afraid of death...... That's thousands of lives! We don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Master will go with you......"

"Stubborn!" Gogol slashed down, and the head of a small lama hit hit the ground, and the blood in his cavity rushed out more than half a meter high.

"Apprentice......" The old lama roared sadly, but then he closed his eyes and began to recite the mantra of death in his mouth, he was overdoing it for his apprentice and himself.

"Oh, you're a stinky, stiff donkey! I think it's your head or my knife...... Pull up another one!" Gogol slashed down again, and the second little lama's head fell to the ground.

"Disciples! Look directly at life and death, and have no fear in our hearts! We have enjoyed the offerings of the herdsmen, and now is the time to repay their kindness! Don't be afraid, follow the master to chant the Buddha!"

"Nan no Amitabha! Nan no Amitabha Buddha......" The old lama took two crying little lamas and actually recited the Buddha's name there, and Gogol, who was noisy with the sound of the Buddha, was extremely irritable.

"Damn! How could you meet such a diehard? Okay, you don't care if you kill your apprentice, don't you? I kill these women and children......"

After saying that, Gogol slashed the two little lamas with two knives, and then grabbed a woman and the child in her arms: "Old bald donkey, do you promise or not! These are the herdsmen who have worshiped you, do you really watch them die?"

The old lama opened his eyes, and the tears finally did not stop flowing, "That day Su ...... I gave you your name, and its meaning is straight and noble green pine! I grew up watching you, and you are kind and ......upright."

"Now tell me, do you really want me to take this group of demons to slaughter the women and children of other tribes......?

That day, Su's tears were welling up, and she shook her head, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm ahead of you!" After saying that, the fierce woman suddenly rushed forward, and Gogol never expected that this woman would rush up by herself, and her neck was wiped on the blade, and arterial blood shot out with a whoosh.

Gogol was shocked, he was struck by the fierceness of the Mongol blood, and before he could react, the six-year-old boy suddenly pounced, opened his mouth and bit his wrist.

"Ahh......h Hack this little brute to death!"