"King Khan, the army has been assembled, and 50,000 cavalry can march out at any time to defeat the rebels in southern Tibet." Gushi Khan's eldest son, Dayan Ozir, reported to his father.

Gushi Khan looked at his eldest son with satisfaction, Gushi Khan had three princesses, the eldest princess was from the Turghut tribe, and the little princess was from the Han Tian family. After entering Tibet, he married a Tibetan aristocratic woman.

Three princesses, for whom a total of ten sons were born.

The eldest princess gave birth to four sons for him, the second concubine Tian gave birth to five, and the Tibetan concubine gave birth to one.

The eldest son, Dayan Ozir, was the oldest and his right-hand man in battle. This time, Gushi Khan was ready to personally conquer southern Tibet, so he specially let his eldest son stay in Lhasa.

With the exception of the youngest tenth son, who was still young, the other nine sons of Gushi Khan were all adults, and according to Mongol tradition, they had already divided their own tribal populations, each with its own army and a fief.

Half of the 50,000 troops assembled in Lhasa this time came from his eight sons who would be enlisted.

"After I leave, you will protect Wu Sizang and beware of the Han people. But also remember, if the Han people do it first, don't do it, and wait for me to come back. Gushi Khan patted his eldest son on the shoulder and said.

The father finally hugged each other goodbye, and Gushi Khan whispered in the ear of the eldest son, "Beware of the fifth master and apprentice too." ”

"Yes, Father."

Gushi Khan said goodbye to the fifth Dalai and the fourth **** together, with a smile on his face, saying that he would let them teach his eldest son, but in fact, he was very distrustful of these two people in his heart, but fortunately, in addition to the eldest son who could fight well, Diba was his henchman.

Originally, Gushi Khan wanted his eldest son to lead the army to southern Tibet for him, but none of the nine sons were fuel-efficient lamps, and the eldest son commanded the army, but he was afraid that the other sons might not be convinced. In addition, the rebel army in southern Tibet had the backing of the Han Chinese, and Gushi Khan was not at ease, so he planned to personally command the army, hoping for a quick victory.

"What do you think are the chances of us winning this time?" Gushi Khan's fifth son, Ilduqi, asked his compatriot sixth brother, Dorji.

"It's hard." Dorji made no secret of his true opinion.

Ilduqi also nodded, "As far as I know, that rebel army is not comparable to the Tibetan army here, it is actually a Han army. Han-style firearms equipment, Han army instructor training, except that the soldiers are Tibetans. ”

"What do you think will happen if the southern expedition fails?"

"The best result is that we withdraw, and as for the worst result, we may never return, or even the Han people will attack from the north and south, defeat us and then take Wu Sizang."

Dorji frowned, "Then we don't even have a home." ”

"It's really come to that point, we can't even save our lives."

"Perhaps we should persuade our father again."

"He won't listen." Ilduqi sighed, the third princess and ten princes of Gushi Khan, except for the ten princes who were still young. In fact, among the nine sons, because of their biological mothers, the four sons born to the eldest concubine of the Turhut clan were obviously more liked by Gushi Khan, while the five sons born to the Han concubine Tian were not happy.

When they reached adulthood, they had the smallest tribal population, the poorest equipped warriors, and the worst territory in Tibet after entering Tibet.

In the same way, if Dayan Ozir said it, Gushi Khan might listen, but if it was said by them, it might only be reprimanded.

The brothers were silent for a moment.

After a while, Dorji said again, "I'm not optimistic about sending troops to southern Tibet, and I'm not optimistic about Dzungaria. You also bought some firearms from the Han people, you know how powerful that thing is, this is not the kind of three-eyed gun that can only be hit accurately at a distance of twenty or thirty paces in the past, and it can't pierce the armor, the firearms that the Han people are now equipped with are extremely sharp, not afraid of wind and rain, and can shoot and kill soldiers wearing rope armor in seventy or eighty steps, even the cavalry can immediately release the guns, and the kind of riding guns can knock our best warriors off the horse at a distance of forty or fifty paces. Not to mention their artillery. ”

"What is there in Dzungaria, there are only some simple arquebuses, compared with the Han people, they are too far behind. Relying on cavalry and bows and arrows, plus arquebuses, they were no match for the Han at all. They may be able to bully the Lower Kazakhs and Yarkands, but if they really want to compete with the Han Chinese, they will certainly not be opponents. ”

Ilduqi looked at his brother with some surprise.

"You're bold."

"I just don't want to jump into it knowing there's a fire in front of me. Ilduqi, we are also half Han Chinese. ”

"You want to defect to the Han Chinese?"

"Why not?"

yes, why not. Do you have to fight a battle that you know you will lose? He didn't understand his father Khan's thoughts, maybe he was too confident in himself and the Dzungars, the successive victories of the Dzungar Khanate, made them think that in the Western Regions, they could separate the territory with the Han Dynasty, but they forgot that the current Han was not the Ming Dynasty of the past.

The Han Dynasty can destroy the Jurchens, subjugate the northern desert and southern Mongolia, and even destroy Japan and Korea, conquer the sea in the south, and sweep the southern wilderness, so why can't they sweep the Western Regions again?

The strong cavalry that the Mongols were proud of did not have the slightest advantage in front of the Han Chinese. Think about the Jurchens, their cavalry was not weaker than the Mongols or even stronger than the Mongols, and they had a lot of firearms, but they were still defeated in front of the Han people, and the country was wiped out.

"What can we do?"

A fierce light flashed in Dorji's eyes, he approached his brother and whispered, "I think now is a good opportunity, there will be a banquet tonight, and the soldiers of each department will share wine and meat, this is the custom before the expedition." Let's contact the old seven and eight and nine later, we are all brothers of the same mother, at this time we have to advance and retreat together, as long as our five brothers are united, we have more than 10,000 horses in our hands, and then we will wait for the banquet to pass, when all the departments are drunk, suddenly attacked. ”

"And then?"

"Then, we welcomed the Han army into Tibet and dedicated the fourth master and apprentice to the Han court."

"Dayan Ozir, they will never will."

"Then kill them and sacrifice their heads to the Great Han." Dorji said without hesitation.

"What are you hesitating about, is it possible that your father is confused, and you are also confused?"

Ilduqi gritted his teeth, "Then let's contact the old seven and the eight and nine first, and if they are willing to do it together, then we will do it, but I hope not to hurt Father Khan and Dayan Ozir." ”

"As long as they are willing to cooperate when the time comes, it will naturally not hurt them."

Night falls.

The 50,000 Mongolian and Tibetan soldiers stationed around the Potala Palace in Lhasa who were about to march south were drinking happily and were about to set out, and they were rewarded with a lot of wine and meat.

In the camp, piles of bonfires were lit, on which fat cattle and fat sheep were set up, and the dripping oil that was roasting was exuding bursts of fragrance. The soldiers slashed beef and mutton, drank wine, and danced around the fire from time to time.

The Potala Palace, renovated by Gushi Khan, is now rejuvenated, with hundreds of Red and White Houses. The Fifth lived in the White Palace, and Gushi Khan lived in the Red Palace, but most of the time, Gushi Khan was in the Khan's palace at the foot of the mountain.

Today's dinner, for the sake of grandeur, was specially chosen to be held in the Red Palace.

The military, government, and religious elites gathered together, with Gushi Khan and his sons representing the Hoshote Mongol army, while the fifth master and disciple were the religious leaders of the Tibetan region, and Diba represented the administrator of Tibetan administrative affairs.

Everyone wished Gushi Khan the success of the southern expedition.

Then they came into a bustle.

"These people really don't have rules, they go crazy when they drink a little wine." Dayan Ozil said dissatisfied.

Everyone thought it was just drinking and making noise, but then they were interrupted by screams.

Screams, then swords, horses' hooves, and finally the sound of fire.

"Something's wrong." This was Gushi Khan's first thought.

The Heshute Division was also armed with some firearms, both arquebuses and flintlock pistols, but even the relatively backward arquebuses were only available to the princes' guards. As for the flintlock pistol, it was only equipped by the personal guards of Gushi Khan and his sons.

Now that the gunshots are ringing out, it is obvious that it is not an ordinary drinking trouble.

The fifth was pale, he looked at Gushi Khan in disbelief, and the fourth was calmer, but a pair of eyes also swept over Gushi Khan's father and son.

"Who's making trouble, Dayan Ozir, go and see." He knew that it was definitely not as simple as making trouble, but before the matter was clarified, he didn't want to mess with himself. In fact, he was more suspicious of someone making trouble, and the object of suspicion was naturally the two masters and apprentices of the fourth generation.

They have always opposed an alliance with Dzungaria, opposing both the sending of troops to help Dzungaria and the southern conquest of southern Tibet.

Maybe they wanted to seize power, and they invited the Heshute tribe into Tibet, which was a matter of life and death, but now, these Tibetans are secretly dissatisfied with the Mongols becoming their masters.

"Let's take a look, too." The Fourth World.

"Some people are just drunk and crazy, just let Dayan Ozil clean them up, don't bother you, let's continue." Gu Shi Khan chuckled, but refused to let them go.

The atmosphere in the hall became solemn, and everyone pretended that everything was as usual.

Dayan Ozil descended the mountain and went straight to the barracks.

When he arrived, he found that the barracks were in chaos and noisy.

Bands of knights were galloping on horseback, slashing and slashing through the camp with their swords.

"The Han people have been killed? Or have the rebels in southern Tibet been killed? Dayan Ozir was shocked, but by the light of the fires burning in the camp, he was surprised to see that those who galloped and slashed and fled for their lives were all Mongols.

"Dzungars? Or the Mongols stationed in Qinghai? ”

"Stop." Dayan Ozir shouted, "Stop it." ”

He had already seen clearly that those people who were slashing and slashing were neither the Han army, nor the Mo Nan rebels, nor the Mo Western Dzungar nor the Mo Nan Mongolia of Qinghai, they were simply his own and Shuote people.

For a while, he couldn't see clearly which tribe's people were doing it, but it was obvious that his own family was beating his own family.

But his shouting had no effect, the barracks had already been killed in a river of blood, and the most unlucky were the Tibetan soldiers, those Mongols on horseback, who specially picked these people to cut and kill, without mercy.

Many of the attacked Mongolian and Tibetan troops also began to fight back, some of them fought against the enemy on foot with swords, some grabbed horses and joined the war group to chop indiscriminately, and some gathered back to back to resist together.

Swords were clenched, bows and arrows were thrown, and muskets rang out from time to time.

The whole camp was in complete disarray.

There are war horses everywhere, and they are slashing everywhere.

"It's a rebellion!"

Dayan Ozir finally saw the clue, this was by no means a battalion roar, nor was it a feud between the Mongolian and Tibetan armies. Rather, it was a premeditated rebellion, and those who attacked were fully armed and armed, while those who were attacked were not well armoured, and even horses did not rush to ride.

"It's the man of the fifth prince." One of the guards shouted, and he recognized a group of knights, which was the guard of the fifth prince Ilduzi.

Another guard shouted, "I see the Seven Princes' guards. ”

"And the Six Princes."

Dayan Ozir's heart was dripping blood, and he also saw that the subordinates of the five old six, the seventh old, the eight and the nine, and the five sons of Princess Tian all appeared, and these sons of bitches raised them, and they rebelled.

"What exactly do they want to do? Kill your father or seize power? ”

"Prince, what should we do?"

Dayan Ozir felt his brain explode, he gritted his teeth, and ordered loudly, "You immediately go and transfer my subordinates to quell the chaos, guard the foot of the mountain, and I will immediately report to the Great Khan and ask him to send troops to quell the chaos." ”

The camp at the foot of the mountain is just a temporary camp, and here are the 50,000 soldiers and horses who are about to go on an expedition. But in addition to these 50,000 soldiers and horses, Lhasa also has some troops. Dayan Ozir's own soldiers and horses were not at the foot of the mountain because they had to stay behind. And there are still many troops under Gushi Khan, and they are not here.

"We must hold the foot of the mountain, and never let the rebels rush up the mountain." He shouted that he was going to rush back to the Red Palace immediately, the five bitches were still in the palace, and he was going to rush back and slaughter them all.

In the darkness, a handcuff suddenly pointed at him, and the distance was extremely close.

This man is a good-looking man.

A thought suddenly flashed through Dayan Orqi's mind, only the guards under his command were equipped with handcuffs. But I don't seem to know this person, who is he?

But before he could figure out who this person was, he saw a light on his mouth and an orange firework lit up.

It was too late for Dayan Ozir to dodge, but he subconsciously raised his hand and put his palm in front of his face.

A sharp pain came from the palm of his hand, and then even more pain came from his cheek.

"It's also a rebel."

A bloody hole appeared in the palm of Dayan Ozir's hand, and half of his face was blurred with blood.

Pain, blood.

"Who are you?" He asked angrily in vague words.

"Jin Yiwei." The strange guy spat out three words, then pulled out another gun, and detained the sheet metal machine at him again, this shot, directly in the chest of Dayan Ozir.

After the man had fired the shot, he said another word to him.

"Those who rebel against the Han Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away!"

With that, the brocade-clothed guard turned and jumped into the darkness and disappeared.

Dayan Ozil fell to the ground, his hands on his chest, but the blood kept pouring out, his fingers became stiff and clumsy, his whole body was weak, and blood kept gushing out of his throat, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

There was a hurried sound of iron hooves, and a team of horses slaughtered at the foot of the mountain.

Dayan Ozir's guards rushed forward, swords were sharpened, and soon they were killed.

The knights rushed to the front and jumped off their horses, glancing with some surprise at Dayan Ozil lying on the ground, and then stepped forward with his bloody sword.

"Prince Dayan, borrow your head."

He swung his knife and slashed at Dayan Ozir's neck, slashing several times in succession, and Dayan Ozir's body was separated. Picking up the head, he turned over his horse and waved his knife towards the Potala Palace on the mountain, "Kill!" ”

The cavalry was like wolves in the dark night, blinking their fierce light and rushing to the lights on the mountain. (To be continued.) )