(Second Update, Book Group Nos. 565, 362, 400.) Steel Yellow Dragon. ）

In the evening, Zhao Erfeng led 4,000 border troops to Lhasa, in front of them was a strong city wall and a closed city gate, as the political, economic, and religious center of the entire Tibetan region, the defense facilities of Lhasa City can be called impregnable, and the hard conditions are second to none.

Zhao Erfeng did not march immediately, he ordered the whole army to rest in place, while observing every move in the city, through the vision of the telescope, a Tibetan lion flag hung high above the city, like the remnants of the city, lonely and weak.

"Marshal, do you want to attack the city?"

The soldiers' physical strength was almost recovered, and the general reminded him that Zhao Erfeng was not in a hurry.

"Wait, persuade them to surrender first, tell them that if you open the city gate, you will be bound, and the commander will be lenient, otherwise once the city is broken, you will be killed."

Zhao Erfeng said viciously, the soldiers around him are used to it, follow him for so many years, this common sense is still there, when pacifying Xikang Tusi, as long as there is a rebellion, the border army attacks the other party and resists without surrendering, and one kill is a whole person in the village, but no matter what you are old, weak, sick and disabled, whether you are wrong or not, as long as you don't surrender, you are an accomplice, he has never left a seed for killing, and this is how the name of Zhao Butcher comes from.

Zhao Erfeng's order was conveyed and immediately executed, and the soldiers tied the letter of surrender to the feather arrow and shot it into the city, but despite this, the vast majority of people were not hopeful, if this trick worked, there would not be so many people killed along the way, and this was basically the last written text they saw.

"Dashuai, no one responds over there."

Half an hour later, the general came with the news, and everyone could guess the result.

"Siege the city, open the altar to the soldiers!"

Zhao Erfeng got on the horse, but the light and fluttering sound was enough to make hundreds of people's heads hit the ground.

"Open the altar!"

Several large jars were pushed to the center of the crowd, which were filled with spirits, after the lid was opened, the smell of wine in the sky was like smoke permeating out, choking people with tears, after the soldiers finished drinking, some wiped their mouths with their hands, and some simply opened their chests, let the spirits go down the chest, and then slammed the wine bowl directly on the ground.

Zhao Erfeng stood in the crowd, looking at the city of Lhasa in front of him, and suddenly felt some pity for the Tibetans, and even a little ridiculous, do you think that you can stop the pace of the Sichuan army with a city wall, and you don't look at what era it is.

Relying on the city to fight a defensive war, this idea may have been somewhat useful in the last century, but with the advent of artillery, low-end fortifications such as city walls can be completely ignored, and if the city walls can block swords, guns and halberds, can they stop a 75mm howitzer? If you can, then another one.

Zhao Erfeng would not risk the cost of vain sacrifice to organize the Sichuan army to attack, more than 20 French mountain cannons have been aimed at the city gate, and the black muzzle is loaded with round blasting grenades, as long as an order is given, these bullets can rain down the feet of the rebels accurately.

"After the city is broken, you send a team of people to arrest the Dalai Lama, don't forget the White House and the Red House, and remember not to let him escape."

After Zhao Erfeng finished speaking, his arm fell fiercely, "Fire!" ”

The advantage of the weapon generation difference was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, the ballistic corrected shells fell on the Lhasa city wall with a near-perfect trajectory line, and the huge explosion made the rebel Tibetan troops on the city wall instantly weak, and the hot warheads cracked into thousands of fragments and flew everywhere, and many people could no longer get up after only hearing another sound, because the shrapnel penetrated into their heads almost invisible to the naked eye, and they died without even a trace.

Under the repeated bombardment of artillery, the city gate wrapped in iron sheet collapsed after a few muffled sounds, and the long-range lookout post that was originally standing on the city wall was also blown up without a shadow, and the impregnable defense system was easily torn open.

The soldiers of the border army, who were accustomed to seeing this scene, turned a deaf ear, and pointed lightly, there is no doubt that this is the fate of the rebels, the cannonballs are coming, mortals can't control it, let's let their bodhisattvas save them.

"Marshal, do you want to attack the city?"

"No need to stop, boom, boom, scare these wild fans who don't know the height of the sky, and let the Tibetan Buddha who is hiding in the city hear what will happen if he goes against the court."

Zhao Erfeng's cruel appearance is like an angry lion, and people often remember at this time that this old man who is over sixty years old is not a good man and a woman, but has a well-known nickname, Zhao Butcher.

The shelling lasted a full twenty minutes before the army entered the city, and the streets were filled with billowing black smoke and scattered corpses, emitting a scorching stench.

In this scene, the border soldiers who came out of the pile of dead people didn't feel it at all.

The rebellious Tibetan troops scattered and fled, some hid in people's homes, and some simply ran to crowded places.

Traitors must die!

The clean-up of the outer city was basically over, and Zhao Erfeng personally rushed to the Potala Palace with a team of people, and he had only one goal, to capture the culprit, the 13th Da-Lai Lama, Thubten Gyatso.

The horse galloped, and the group soon arrived at the foot of the Potala Palace Mountain, looking at the towering palace on the mountainside, Zhao Erfeng did not have the slightest sense of admiration like a pilgrim, he ordered the soldiers to search the mountain, and used a carpet search method to find the Tibetan Buddha who had gone away.

As soon as the order was given, I met a group of people who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Monks and soldiers in the Potala Palace.

These monks and soldiers with bangs in their ears, black eyeshadow made of tea dirt on their eyes, boomerang in their hands, and chanting mantras in their mouths, slammed their faces, which really startled the soldiers who went up the mountain, but no matter how scary, could there be a butcher's words that were terrifying?

"Those who stand in the way, shoot and kill!"

Zhao Erfeng's cold order, the soldiers reacted and pulled the trigger, it turned out that no matter how profound the spell was, it couldn't stop a bullet with a speed of more than 800m/s per second, and the monks and soldiers fearlessly pounced, but fell halfway, connecting the broken skull and falling into the cliff together.

These bare-handed monks and soldiers are even more vulnerable than those Tibetan troops, and they are close at hand, and the border army should practice shooting targets.

"Those who capture the Dalai Lama will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver, and the official will be promoted to the third level."

The gunfire gradually stopped, and the butcher gave the order. (To be continued.) )