The only Catholic church in Tibetan province has a "ladder" shaped exterior in the style of a Tibetan dwelling, and the interior is decorated with a tall vault typical of the Gothic style, and the ceiling is covered with biblical frescoes.

The brothers were invited by the warm villagers of the village, and Wang Hengyue entered the church and received the warmest hospitality from Father Jarde.

Originally, I thought that the priest invited me to eat Western food, but I didn't expect that it was also Tibetan food.

"I've been here for 19 years and I feel like I'm a part of it." "When I first arrived, I was also not used to eating oil cakes and drinking butter tea, so I lost a lot of weight. But gradually, I found that I not only accepted the food, but also fell in love with it, and maybe by the time I returned to France, I would not have gotten used to it. ”

The priest's Chinese is so pure that if it weren't for his foreigner face, you might think he was a local.

As for that for Margaret, her full name is Margaret. Ruowei, 19 years old, came to Chengdu from France a year ago and has been here again.

The reason is very simple, Marguerite is the niece of Father Jarde, and of course, she has another identity, the French Acting Vice-Consul of Chengdu, Dujang, who is her uncle.

Wang Hengyue felt that his head was a little messy, and he was all a relative.

"As I said, Margaret, it's not safe here, and there's going to be unrest at any moment." Father Yelder is clearly very worried about his niece's safety: "You should go back to Chengdu as soon as possible, it will be safe there." ”

Margaret wasn't worried: "I'll go back, but I don't think it's dangerous." General Wang is here, what do we have to worry about? ”

"I also hope you can go back to Chengdu." Wang Hengyue said: "We will leave soon, but those rebels will not give up, and they will come back." ”

Margaret was a little curious: "The army of the political axe has come to quell the rebellion, and the rebels will definitely be defeated, so what do you have to worry about?" ”

Wang Hengyue was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

Could it be that she told her that her political axe was not capable of driving all foreign invading forces and rebel leaders out of Tibet for the time being?

Unless, wait until the day when your own country is truly strong

Suddenly there was a gunshot outside, and then it became dense, and Father Yelder and Margaret suddenly became nervous.

Wang Hengyue didn't seem to hear it at all, and took a sip of butter tea: "Well, I drank it last time I came to pass Danda Mountain, but to be honest, I really can't get used to it." ”

"General, are the rebels coming again?" Father Yelder asked worriedly.

Wang Hengyue put a piece of mutton in his mouth, and did not answer at all: "The mutton is indeed good, and the Tibetans in Yunnan have a way to eat it that is also delicious. When serving, cut it in a circle, steam it and cut it with a knife. Its color is sallow, fragrant but not greasy. Father Jarde, when you have time, you can go and taste it. ”

Father Yelder and Margaret looked at each other, and then another explosion came, but Wang Hengyue was still indifferent.

What's wrong with this general? Can't you hear the gunshots and explosions outside? Don't you know what's going on outside?

After a while, Janssen walked in: "Report, a small group of rebels is attacking. ”

"Got it." Wang Hengyue cut off a piece of mutton and threw it to Yang Sen: "How about tasting it?" ”

Yang Sen put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while: "It's okay, it's better to have a sip of wine to drink." ”

Wang Hengyue didn't reply: "Drove the rebels away, a brain case for a bowl of wine!" ”

"Yes!" Yang Sen saluted, turned around and strode out.

"General, you, aren't you really worried?" Father Jarde asked, dumbfounded.

"Worried?" Wang Hengyue smiled faintly: "Why should I worry? If some rebels make me fearful, how can I fight? Father Jarde, we just have to sit here, the rebels have my soldiers to deal with, and our task is to fill our stomachs. ”

Wang Hengyue's calm appearance obviously also greatly encouraged Father Yard.

The sound of gunfire and explosions outside continued to be heard, but Wang Hengyue never talked about it, but talked about the food in various places with great interest.

The priest and Margaret were finally relieved. From China to France, from France to the United Kingdom, almost all the cuisines in various places have been discussed by them, and even the two of them have been arguing for a long time about whether Chinese cuisine is the best in the world or whether French cuisine is the first in the world.

The gunfire gradually fell down, and then Yang Sen walked in again: "Report, all the rebels have repulsed, thirty-eight killed, nine captured, and two wounded on our side!" ”

"Got it." Wang Hengyue replied smoothly, and then raised his voice again: "Father, let me tell you, when it comes to food, France is really not as good as China."

"Report to Heng Shuai, kill thirty-eight!" Janssen repeated it out loud.

"Got it, what kind of achievement is killing thirty-eight rebels?" Wang Hengyue, who was arguing with great interest, turned his head and asked strangely.

Yang Sen was suddenly dissatisfied: "Heng Shuai just said, a bowl of wine with a brain!" ”

"Ah, well" Wang Hengyue looked at the table, slightly embarrassed: "Go outside to find thirty-eight bowls of wine, Lao Tzu himself is not enough here!" ”

"It's a good thing that the commander of the first division walked out with such a reckless "Yang Sen" with "contempt".

"There is no way to discipline, there is no way to discipline." Wang Hengyue said with a smile.

"Wang, you are a great general!" "I have seen many generals who, at the sound of the gun, are like a great enemy, but you have confidence in your troops and know that they will be able to win. I am confident that your troops will be able to succeed. ”

Wang Hengyue waved his hand indifferently: "What kind of ability is it to fight the rebels?" You France claim to be a strong army, and one day my army will surpass yours and it will be a small achievement. It's the same as Chinese food is far better than French food! ”

"No, French food is better than Chinese food!"

Father Yarde, who had just been impressed, suddenly became stubborn.

The two of them argued for most of the night, and when they were excited, they slapped the table and stared at each other. Those who don't know the truth still think that Sino-French negotiations are going on here.

Margaret looked at the two of them with interest, and even though she didn't understand a word of the Chinese they spoke, she knew what they were arguing about.

It's funny, one is a general who is unmoved by the enemy's situation, and the other is a priest who is supposed to be peaceful, but the two are arguing like children there over the dishes of their country

The sun rose, and Wang Hengyue yawned and walked out.

The sun is shining on my body, and it is warm.

When the early Tibetans see their savior, they always respectfully fold their hands together to express their gratitude.

The traces of last night's fierce battle are still there, bullet holes can be seen everywhere, and if you sniff hard, you can still smell blood in the air.

I looked up, and the battle flag of "the first contribution to counterinsurgency" was flying and flying.

Yang Sen, the commander of the Fifth Regiment, and Huang Zixuan, the commander of the Guard Regiment, had already gotten up, and the soldiers were eating breakfast.

"Honorable General, you have protected us from harm, please accept our sincerest gratitude!" An old man walked over with the villagers, holding a hada, which symbolizes the highest respect of the Tibetans.

Wang Hengyue walked over, and the old man hung Hada around Wang Hengyue's neck: "General, I know that you still have to continue to quell the rebellion, and we have already prepared dry food and guides for you." ”

"Thank you for your kindness." Wang Hengyue replied: "The political axe will not forget your contributions!" ”

"Report, the fifth regiment is assembled!"

"Report, the guard regiment is assembled!"

With these two voices, Wang Hengyue adjusted his military uniform and came to the front of the brothers: "Brothers, the rebels in Yanjing have been cleared, attacking the blue soil in the west, Kangmang in the north, and sweeping the tranquility, this is the oath I made in front of Cai Dudu, and it is also our duty!" I order, the whole army set out, sweep away the rebels! ”

"Hooray! Banzai!! Banzai!!! ”

The cheers of the soldiers, the high morale of the fighting spirit, was something that no one in this village had ever seen.

A group of soldiers walked out, and Wang Hengyue saw that Father Jarde and Margaret had also come to see him off, and both of them seemed to be a little reluctant.

"General, God bless your army for invincibility!" Father Yald gently hugged Wang Hengyue: "If the army is triumphant, I hope you can still come here, I will prepare a real French meal for you." ”

"I will!" Wang Hengyue said with a smile.

Margaret suddenly said, "General, I will go back to Chengdu next month, can I come to you then?" I am full of curiosity about you and your soldiers. ”

What are you doing here? Do you have a crush on Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu is a person who has a daughter-in-law, although the daughter-in-law has no objection to her three wives and four concubines, but if she wants to get a foreign girl back, it is difficult to say whether she can accept it.

"Welcome, welcome." Wang Hengyue put on a smiling face with false affection, then turned over and got on his horse, grabbed the battle flag, and the war knife was unsheathed, and suddenly, he turned back to Father Yald and said loudly:

"Father, no matter what, it is still the first in the world of Chinese cuisine, and the second in France at most!"

In the laughter, the war knife pointed out: "Suppress the rebellion in Tibetan Province, don't talk about killing!" ”

The war horse neighed and walked away.

Father Yald smiled slightly, what an interesting Chinese general, brave, upright, unwilling to admit defeat, and with some playful childishness, unlike any soldier he had ever seen before.

Perhaps, this is the style of [***] people in the new era!

(To be continued)