It can be said that they are well-trained, and seeing that there is no resistance, the sudden cavalry is familiar with the road and drives the slaves and guards of the sissy family who have no fighting spirit to throw down their weapons, as well as those trembling slaves, and the noble lord and the lowly slaves are crowded together, and finally, there is an equality in Tibet.

"The man stands on the left, the woman stands on the right, and you stand in the middle!"

The front of the big head is the real Tubo cavalry, the Great Min recovered the Uttar Pradesh, about 200,000 Tubo people left here, some are still nomadic in the form of tribes, some are classified into the local agricultural population, but the strong and obedient command of the Tubo people are very popular in the Great Min army, in the Tubo, they are slaves, in the Great Min they are free people and warriors, and they have even had the opportunity to become masters after their military exploits, so the morale and loyalty of the Tubo soldiers are also commendable in the Fujian army.

was pointed at the nose by a Tubo soldier and shouted, even in Damin, he is a rich man respected by everyone, the sissy feels that he can't hang up on his face, and it just so happens that after the front army controls the manor, more than a dozen elite knights of the Chinese army escorted a personable young Tang general jumped off the horse, and the sissy hurriedly ran over, full of laughing rice cakes and threw herself on the ground.

"Alas, Master Fujian, I misunderstood! Misunderstanding! ”

The Tang language with a strange taste attracted the young general's surprised gaze, and the sissy hurriedly laughed more disgusting and flattering, pointing to his nose and explaining: "I, the squire of the county seat of Sanwenli, and also, am still the owner of the sugarcane plantation under the Damin Chamber of Commerce, the sissy in Sanwen, we are our own people!" ”

"Your own people?" The young general suddenly was amused, pointed to his nose and asked, "Then who are we?" ”

"Sir, your military appearance is neat, and at first glance, you are the elite military masters of the Sixteenth Guard who have been trained for a long time."

Put on almost, the big yellow teeth of the sissy were all smiling and exposed, and the young general who listened to it nodded with a smile: "That's right, we are the sixteenth guard of the Fujian army!" ”

"Come on, drag this one of your own people out, uh, follow the local customs, and peel the skin!"

Just now he was still in a good mood, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to use a knife to kill, and seeing a dozen or so elite Min soldiers dragging their arms and legs towards the peeling pile, the sissy was almost so frightened that he cried, he knew how painful and cruel it was.

It's not a loss that Da Min and Tubo have been mixed, and they haven't been dragged far, this fat man has already covered his limbs like a turtle and shouted: "It's not a Min person, it's not a Min person, the little one is wrong!" ”

The smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger, and the young general finally waved his hand: "Drag him back!" ”

Picked up a life, sat on the ground panting, the old man almost fainted, stared at him with interest for a while, and then the young general pointed to his nose and asked, "Then, who are we?" ”

The old lady, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, sweated on his back again, and looked at the uninvited guests who were still busy driving out all the slaves and children in his manor for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Master Jun, you, are you the Gar family's volunteers against Zampu?"

The sissy is an aristocrat, naturally concerned about state affairs, and now Zampu has adopted a hostile strategy against the Great Min in order to establish his authority in the country and suppress the rights of the Gar family, and the Min people want to fight back, naturally they want to support the Gar family, since they have just vetoed the identity of the Min army, then they can only guess on the Gar family.

Listening to the trembling speculation of the old man, the young Min general's face was a lot more meaningful.

"Our army is not only a volunteer soldier of the Gar family, but also a volunteer soldier of the Niang family, the Lu family, the Wei family, the Zhang family, the bag, the Lu family, do you understand?"

The young lion of Fujian opened his mouth, almost including several surnames of the Shang people in Tibet, and the old man who listened couldn't help but be dumbfounded, looking at the faint evil in the eyes of the young general, even if he didn't understand, he had to pretend to understand, and the old man hurriedly pointed his fat head like a water hammer in the oil mill, for fear that if he patted his skin slowly, he would not be protected.

"That's good."

Finally completely satisfied, full of meaning, the young Min general took a blazing torch from the hand of the attendant, and shook it lightly in front of the old man.

…………

On the banks of the primitive and slightly mysterious Yalong River, a straight column of black smoke soared into the blue sky, adding a little sword and soldier spirit to the green mountains and green waters.

The intestines in the stomach are about to be repentant, looking back at the burning manor, the mother can't wait to slap himself twice, why do you come back when you have nothing to do?

However, listening to the sound of the cavalry hooves behind him, the fat sissy had to work hard to keep his stomach shy, and ran desperately with all his strength.

About twenty minutes or so, another Tibetan nobleman's manor appeared on the shore, under the vigilant gaze of the manor guards, the sissy rushed into the manor all the way shouting, pulling the neighbor who was still worried about the smoke in the distance and shouting anxiously.

"No-Lord Hangge, Wei's rebels are coming, take everyone and flee quickly!"

It was another time of incense, and another tribe of Tibetan nobles joined the fleeing crowd, and the second black smoke that went straight to the blue sky rose, daring like sheep, thousands of Fujian cavalry chased after them.

Forty miles away, the city of Logos.

On Maburi Mountain, the majestic Potala Palace still stands there like a god, and the twin towers are completely different from the renovated ones in later generations, overlooking the Tibetan land it guards.

Compared to a few years ago, it's still a little different.

On the ground floor of the towering palace, a large hall originally filled with religious symbols such as incense burners and futons has been cleaned up, with several layers of soft fur spread on the ground, and a few butter lamps hung on the walls, not like a royal palace, but like a gladiatorial arena.

The pale yellow light shone on the exposed upper body, reflecting a layer of oily brilliance, and in the hissing roar, the two sturdy * collided together, holding each other's shoulders, and the muscles on the thick arms all burst out, and on the forehead, the green tendons shrugged back and forth like crawling earthworms, and in the dull roar, it seemed as if the mountains were about to be pulled up.

The duel of strength and power lasted for half a minute, and in the end, the swarthy body was thrown out with a heavy impact, even if there was a blank mattress cushion, it still made a muffled sound of a heavy impact, and this time it seemed to tighten the strength of the warrior in yellow-red*, and his hanging arms trembled slightly, and he was also panting for breath.

But a moment later, a fierce sound sounded on the side, and a group of sturdy men standing next to the palace who were also shirtless and wearing only bullnose pants applauded eagerly, especially the white man who was standing outside and was particularly strong like an old tree root, who was scarred and knotted, and bowed deeply in appreciation.

"Zampu, you are making rapid progress, you really deserve to be Tubowei's husband!"

The earliest meaning of Zampu in the Tibetan language is the chieftain's husband, and today's Mangsong Mangzan is completely different from a few years ago, with strong muscles and a strong physique, which is almost like the last thin appearance, especially in those bronze bell-like eyes, flashing with the fierce gaze of a beast.

I don't know what the excitement is, since the beginning of the return of the Great Min Dynasty, Mangsong Mangzan even threw the state affairs to Chi Malun and Lu Dongzan and others, not stopping the body, and even personally wrestling with people, and Mangsong Mangzan sparring is not an ordinary person, the big arena in Fuzhou is used every year from the Southeast Asian war to capture slaves, death row prisoners and people in the rivers and lakes to fight, in order to eliminate social instability, more than ten blacks, whites, and yellows are survivors of a season of gladiatorial fighting.

Normally, these champions either took a large bounty to become a farmer or plantation owner in Southeast Asia, or joined the army, and could get a high starting point, but the champions of the last few issues were all recruited by Mangsong Mangzan to Tubo.

In particular, the fierce white man who was scarred and covered in scars was a survivor who had survived three seasons, and there were very few people like him since the construction of the gladiatorial arena in Damin.

After a fight, Mangsong Manzan was also a little satisfied, and ignored the praise of the white champion from Germania, took the water handed by the eunuch on the side and poured it twice on his body, moved his shoulders a few times, and then poured a mouthful, and then pointed out expressionlessly.

"Next, up!"

"Enough!"

Before the next low-stated but fierce shark-like man came up, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside, carrying a dress made of fine silk from the Great Min, and the graceful and luxurious woman walked in from the outside in annoyance, glanced around at the various gladiators in the room, and pointed her right hand sharply towards the door.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing Chimaren's angry appearance, a group of gladiators all turned their heads to look at Mangsong Mangzan. There was a slight indifferent expression on his face, and Mangsong Mangzan also waved his hand like a fly.

"Go out to all those who hear Zanmon."

The gladiators came out one after another, casually took a silk sweatshirt and draped it on their bodies, and Mangsong Mangzan took the water and poured it down, but his frivolous appearance angered Chi Malen even more, and he didn't care about the majesty of the lord of Tubo, this woman who was only in her early twenties but controlled the huge country snatched the kettle of Mangsong Mangzan, and scolded like iron is not steel.

"Zampu, you are Zampu! The master of the Tibetan people! Isn't it a stupid clown in the Fujian gladiatorial arena for entertainment, the whole of Tibet is waiting for you to govern? When the concubine first married you, she overwhelmed the Gar family and made Tubo a big country like the Tang Dynasty. ”

The language was intense, and Chi Ma Lun's chest even rose and fell with anger, but unfortunately, after glancing at her, Mangsong Mangzan was still so careless.

"Don't worry, even if Princess Dawn of Damin is married, you are still in charge."

"A country like Datang? Hmph, with Tubo sandwiched between two big countries? ”