readx; Chapter 610: The Bone Rosary of the Desert (II)

There were three old men, one Uighur and two Mongols, and the old man felt that these people all had a strong smell of blood, and their waists bulged, as if they were each with knives and guns or something. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Nawei people snorted and shouted, "Hello!"

The old man replied, "Hello!." ”

The three of them approached and saluted each other. Without the consent of the old man, he opened the curtain and entered the yurt. Sitting around the fire, baking the clothes on his body.

Suddenly, there was another sound of horses' hooves outside, and a man shouted, "Wuida, Adimbamu." The old man was about to answer, and before he could say a hurried greeting, the men had already entered the yurt.

The four people who came in again, one was from the Dongxiang clan, and the other was an old man with blue eyes and a high nose. The old man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure out why so many people suddenly came in at this time, and there was Lao Maozi.

Those old hairy people were undressing and twisting the clothes on their bodies, old man Chu, these old hairy people not only have guns, but also short knives.

I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air in my heart.

The Dongxiang clan said in an official tone: "You are the master here." ”

The old man saluted and replied, "Exactly, little old man Ali, I don't know who you are?"

The Dongxiang people didn't pay attention, and the three people who came again frowned, and said at the corner of their mouths: "These are your relatives." ”

The three people who came to the old man, and the four people who came, where were they stunned, and they couldn't tell the depth, I don't know what kind of master this one is in front of them?

First one of the three Mongolians stood up, crossed his hands on his waist and said angrily: "Boy, what's wrong?"

The Dongxiang people took a step back, raised their heads and shouted, "Lao Tzu is from the Xinjiang Overseer's Mansion, you want to scare me." As he spoke, the man tore off his shirt and put his hand on the gun at his waist, and the three old hairy men were also eyeing Fang.

One of the three Uighurs who had come earlier stepped forward and grabbed the Mongolian man, whispered something, and sat down angrily. Ignore it.

When the Dongxiang people saw this, they were even more proud.

An old man who was traveling with him stood up and walked up to the three of them and shouted, "You've been roasting for so long, get out of the way, let's bake too." "Three people at the same time.

The previous Nameng man was originally angry, and he was allowed to come to the wilderness again, so he pulled out a gun from his body, pointed the gun at Nadong Maozi's head, and said, "You try." ”

Hulala, the other three also raised their guns and pointed them at this side, and the other side naturally aimed their guns at each other.

Two groups of people confronted each other in the yurt.

The air inside the yurt began to condense, like a volcano waiting to erupt, and the slightest spark would set the yurt on fire.

Ali old man, stunned there, not persuasion, not coaxing.

At this moment, a voice sounded, father, I brought another brazier, and the mushroom fairy also burned the milk tea, you let you let me, I will make tea.

Ali old man haha, everyone, my milk tea is very fragrant, and then the curtain was lifted, Ali and his daughter-in-law have entered the yurt, while setting up the brazier, and has poured milk tea for everyone.

Both groups of people snorted, put away their weapons, and gathered around the brazier, singing milk tea.

The two groups of people drank and said, "It's really fragrant." ”

The mushroom fairy walked to the middle of the crowd of people who were roasting the fire and kept renewing the tea, the old man pulled Ali aside and whispered what had just happened, the father and son looked at each other and smiled, and the two of them played a round on one side, both of them were extremely sad, only hoping that the rain would stop sooner and these plague gods would leave as soon as possible.

The three old hairy men roasted the fire, squinting at the beautiful Ru Xian from time to time, whispering and laughing. Seeing that Maozi couldn't help but glance at Ru Xian with his eyes, Ali couldn't help but feel angry, pulled Ru Xian over, and whispered something, and Ru Xianzi glanced at it and walked out of the yurt room with interest. Seeing this, Mao Zi was disappointed in his heart and couldn't help shaking his head.

When the people saw this, they couldn't help laughing, and they cursed a lot in their hearts. He glared at the hairy man in his eyes. That Maozi just turned his head and met his gaze, thinking that you kid was angry and angry, and glared at him viciously. The Meng man was already a thunderbolt with a fiery temper, and when he saw that the other party was rude, he raised his face and stared at Na Maozi intently.

That hairy man is about thirty years old, tall and broad-shouldered, with a fierce face. He laughed and said to his companion on the left, "Look at this Mongolian boy fighting cocks, did you steal his daughter-in-law or what?"

The man was furious, Huo Di stood up, and shouted, "What did you say?" The hairy man said with a smile: "I said, boy, I said it wrong, I will not compensate you." Nameng was straight, and when he heard that people were compensating, he was about to sit down, and then he smiled again: "I know he didn't steal your mother-in-law, but you are like this, it seems that he stole your sister-in-law again." ”

As soon as the Namon man jumped to his feet, he was about to pounce on him, and his companion shouted: "Paldan Dorji, sit down." Wulan was stunned, his face swollen red, and said, "Li Zecheng, you ...... Didn't you hear?" Li Zecheng said lightly: "The daughter-in-law of this family, what did you do again, have you forgotten what we are here for?" The three hairs laughed again.

Seeing this, Ali was even more furious. At this moment, the curtain of the yurt door was raised, and a girl's voice came. Grandpa, grandpa. It was the girl named Guli.

Xiao Guli ran to Ali's side and said, "Grandpa, my mother asked if she wanted milk tea." ”

The old man Ali asked in two groups, "How many people, do you want to drink something?" ”

"No, drink it. ”

"Don't. ”

The old man got up and took the cups of the crowd with Ali. The girl on the side shouted again, "Grandpa, what is this grandpa?"

The voice is crisp and beautiful, everyone is childish. I saw that he was holding a string of prayer beads in his hand and shaking constantly. Ali raised his head and broke out in a cold sweat, the string of prayer beads, as if it was the unconscious black man just now.

Although he was worried in his heart, he said in his mouth: "You kid, why do you move grandpa's things again, give them to me quickly." ”

As he spoke, he took the rosary back from the girl's hand. At that moment, one of them shouted, "Wait, old man, can you let me?"

Ali turned around and was the Mongolian man named Li Zecheng. I didn't want to, but I didn't want to cause trouble, and said: "This brother, it's nothing good, it's just some small things that are not in sight. ”

"Old man, this is not something that is unsightly. Then Li Zecheng laughed and said, "This is a holy thing." ”

"Holy relics. Listening to his words, everyone on the side was stunned.

That Li Zecheng took a step forward, took the rosary from the old man's hand, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it is a holy relic." ”

"What kind of holy thing is that?" asked Baledan Dorji.

Li Zecheng smiled and said, "Human bone rosary." ”

"Human bone rosary?" asked Baledan Dorji again, "what is this?"

Li Zecheng smiled again and said, "This is a very strict experience. ”

The rest of the crowd was curious and listened.

Li Zecheng was happy to see this, raised the rosary in his hand, turned around, and sighed deeply and said: "This matter starts with Naining Temple, more than ten years ago the British army invaded our Tibet Gyantse, and Naining Temple is located in the British army's military supply route. In order to seize the Naining Monastery, the British army fought fiercely with the Tibetan army and the temple lamas in the Naining Monastery......

Li Zecheng spoke eloquently, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. More than ten years ago, when Jiang Sun threw the first rays of light at the golden dome of Naining Temple, the battle began. This battle is not so much a battle as a massacre. A real massacre! British soldiers, armed with rifles, forced the almost unarmed Tibetans step by step into the Naining Monastery on the hill, their last fortified castle.

The sound of artillery and the clash of gunshots did not cease for a moment, and the tongues of fire outlined all the contours of the building. The Tibetans could only fight back with the heotao, a stone-throwing whip used to throw stones.

Eventually, the British rushed forward and shot with their rifles all the warriors who were holding the talisman in one hand and wielding a long knife in the other.