At that time, the guns of those Han people were in front of his eyes, and the fierce faces made Bessie think that he was dead, and the guy in military uniform smashed his back with the butt of his gun, making him kneel, and it hurt him so much, and now there is a bruise on his back.

Bessie was glad that he had chosen to be obedient at that time, and did not follow the housekeeper to shoot at the Han people again, which allowed him to live until now.

Since that day, he has had a new job, helping the Han people carry all kinds of supplies. It was from this time that Bessie learned that no matter who she worked for, she had something to eat.

These Han people are much better to them than the dead head man, and they will never be able to eat enough to work for the head man, and if they work slowly, they will be whipped, and they will be beaten to death. These Han people are not like that, he can sit down and rest for a while when he is tired, as long as he does not fall behind. And their food was only much worse than that of the soldiers, they had no meat, but they were full.

On the first night of his capture, Bessie ate three bowls of rice, and he swore to God that it was the fullest meal he had ever eaten in his life, and he even had the idea that if he could die like this, he would be very happy.

When the volunteers approached Lhasa, he followed, and when the volunteers retreated, he followed, and Daji Puwang, who grew up with him, asked him to join the Tibetan armed forces organized by the volunteers, but Bessi did not agree. He was afraid of the battlefield, and the last time he held a gun was the first time he took a gun, and he swore that he would never forget the horror of the bullets whizzing past him for the rest of his life.

So he was only a people's husband, and Daji Puwang went to listen to the lectures of the volunteers every day, and when he returned, he told him that their previous life was miserable because of the oppression of the system, and they worked hard but had no land or houses, and those nobles, officials, monks of monasteries, living Buddhas and the like never participated in labor, but lived a life of luxury and lewdness and paradise on earth. Dajepwang said it was unfair and said that he would overthrow the system that sucked their blood and bones.

Bessie didn't understand these truths. He didn't want to understand, he only had one idea now, which was to follow the Han people out of here and go to work in the Han people's place. I heard that in the place of the Han people, as long as you work hard, you can not only have enough to eat, but also have money to buy clothes.

In fact, he really doesn't care about clothes or anything, he will sew and mend them if they are broken, just take the one on his body, he has been wearing it for ten years, and it is not that he can't wear it again. The point is that he really wants to eat three bowls for every meal.

It's about to cross the Nu River, and in the Tibetan name, the Nu River is called the Naqu River, no matter what it's called, after that water is the place you yearn for. The box on his body was a bit heavy, and the sweat on Bessie's body soaked his clothes, and he felt like his legs were filled with lead, and he really couldn't move.

He had to carry it until then, because if he put it down, the master's whip would immediately hit him. But now he dared to put the box down slowly, and then sat on it. Give yourself a little respite.

Daji Puwang ran from behind: "Bessie, why don't you leave?" ”

Bessie shook her head: "I'm so tired, let me rest for a while, okay?" ”

Dajepwan was still wearing the same clothes as before, but he had a Minuteman gun on his back. I don't know what gun Bessie doesn't know, he's a soldier now anyway.

Daji's brow furrowed, and he took off the water bag from his body and handed it to Bessie: "Drink two sips of water and work harder." We must reach the Naqu River today, the troops of the Living Buddha are chasing after us, we need to hurry. ”

This really made Bessie nervous. His face immediately changed: "What's the matter?" Isn't the Living Buddha's army unable to defeat the Han Chinese? ”

It really doesn't matter to him who can beat whom, the important thing is that he doesn't want to go back, he doesn't want to live the same life again.

Daji shook his head: "I don't know, I just heard what Shangfeng said, you just need to hurry up." ”

Bessie hurriedly got up, carried his box without anyone urging him, and bent over and rushed forward desperately. Before he could rush out a few steps, he suddenly heard a loud trumpet sound from the Han people. Before Bexi could understand what was happening, he saw Daji raise the gun in his hand and beckoned to his group of Tibetan soldiers: "You wait here, I'll go to the regimental headquarters." ”

Bessie tried to hold him and ask what was going on, but Daji clearly didn't mean to talk to him and ran as fast as he could. Bessie could only pull a Tibetan soldier next to him and ask, "What's the matter?" ”

The soldier shook his head and said, "I don't know, this trumpet told us to stop advancing and prepare for battle, it should be the enemy catching up." ”

When Bessie heard this, the whole person panicked, his first reaction was to quickly kneel down and ask the Living Buddha to bless him to avoid this danger safely, and to run to the place of the Han people alive, the knees were bent and he found that it was wrong, it seemed that now he was asking for the Living Buddha a little bit unlikely, so who should he beg?

Really helpless.

It didn't take long for Daji to run back, and it was the horses of the Living Buddha who caught up with them, and heard that there were tens of thousands of people, some of whom had outflanked them and cut off their way to the Naqu River.

Daji said that the Han told them not to panic, that the Han soldiers were in charge of the fighting, and that all he had to do now was to protect people like Bessy.

The Han people thought very thoughtfully, found them a relatively safe high ground, and arranged a company of soldiers to protect them. Even so, when Bessie saw a group of saber-wielding Tibetan soldiers appear in his field of vision, he couldn't help but tremble in his legs.

There are too many Tibetan soldiers, and they can see very clearly here, those Tibetan soldiers are in groups and can't count how many, but the lineup of Han soldiers here seems to be sparse. The fellows shouted loudly on horseback, and the shining sabers reflected the sun's rays, making the whole land seem to turn silvery white.

Bessie had the illusion that the Han people were about to be cut into pieces.

He gently poked Daji Puwang beside him with his arm: "Daji, can the Han people do it?" ”

There was no answer, and when he turned his head, Daji's hand holding the gun trembled very much.

A burst of heavy artillery fire answered Bessie's question, the fire of the volunteers was now very fast, and the shells shook the land, and Bessie felt that his viscera was rolling on the ground and was shaken, so uncomfortable!

The Tibetan soldiers below, who were still shouting, fell one by one, and then the Han machine guns also fired. When the originally sparsely looked lineup was staggered with tongues of fire, it was like a large net that was not airy, and the Tibetan soldiers who rushed into the net fell under the gunfire at a rapid speed.

Bessie was stunned, he didn't realize that blood was now spilling from his ears and nose due to his incorrect posture. The regimental commander really told Daji Puwang that they should be allowed to lie on all fours and have their ears plugged. Gordge forgot about it.

The charge of ten minutes was not a charge at all, but a death sentence. The corpses of more than 8,000 Tibetan soldiers lay in front of the positions of the volunteers. Not to mention the Tibetan leader who commanded the battle, even Bexi, who was watching the battle on the mountain, was thinking in his heart, let's withdraw. What else is this fighting?

The Tibetan soldiers obviously wanted to run, but the battle was a mutual game, you could come and go, but there was no way to go.

The Han artillery fire suddenly became more intense, and they seemed to have no idea how uncomfortable Bessie was now, and the ground under his body was shaking violently, and the piercing explosion pierced his eardrums continuously.

Coupled with the fact that he saw the man's and the horse's corpses in front of him, Bessie couldn't help it, and vomited out all the food he had eaten at noon. There was still a trace of blood.

The smoke of the fire filled the land. The twelve tanks that had been lurking on both sides also came out, and under the cover of artillery fire, like arrows off the string, they slashed towards the back of those hidden soldiers.

The enemy immediately realized the severity of the matter. Crazy organization of counterattacks. But their counterattack was really too weak, and it seemed too late. The continuous artillery fire had already crushed the rabble, which had no military qualities to speak of, and the charge launched at close range made it impossible for them to make any reactions.

Before they could turn their horses' heads, the tanks were already under their noses.

Some brave Tibetan soldiers brandished their sabers and slashed at the tank. Their bullets sparked sparks from their armor until the tank's tracks ran mercilessly over their bodies.

Seeing this, the command post of the Volunteers immediately ordered a battalion on the front line to attack. As soon as this straggler line was pressed, the entire Tibetan army broke and fled.

It's a rout, not a retreat.

The volunteers from the bottom of the mountain rushed up the hill with arrows, and when they found Daji Puwang, they shouted: "Daji, the regimental commander orders you to rush down with your troops!" ”

Now is the time to let these people exercise, but after the volunteer shouted, Daji's face was blank: "What did you say? ”

The volunteer shouted again, and Daji plucked out his ears: "Be louder! ”

The soldier saw that Daji's ears were bleeding, and then looked at the appearance of these people around him, and immediately understood what was happening, he knew that it was useless to make a loud noise, so he grabbed Daji's gun and stuffed it into his hand, and then grabbed the collar and pushed Daji forward, and hit his ass with a kick.

Not to mention, this action is simple and clear, and Daji immediately understood.

Not only did he understand, but the other Tibetan soldiers also understood, and rushed down after Daji. The volunteer shook his head at this time, and looked at the people on the side, and the first thing he saw was Bessie.

He just looked at Bessie's face very unpleasantly, as if his internal organs were injured, and he wanted to ask Bessie if he felt anything particularly uncomfortable. But the look in his eyes clearly made Bessie misunderstand what he meant.

Seeing that the Han soldier was looking at him and coming over, Bessie looked around, grabbed an arm-long stick, stood up immediately, shouted and rushed down. The volunteer soldier didn't stop him when he shouted, because he couldn't hear it, and he thought the soldier was telling him to rush with him.

Fortunately, there was no suspense in the battle, and when Bercy rushed down, the enemies had no organized resistance, they were all running, and at this time their opponents were no longer the soldiers of the Volunteers, but their comrades in front of them, all they had to do was to run faster, leave the people in front of them behind, and kill those who stood in their way.

The pursuit continued until seven o'clock in the evening, when Bercy captured twenty prisoners, including one chief. (To be continued......)