In the Brahmin temple in Qunu City, dozens of monks sat in the grottoes on both sides, listening to the elders sitting in the center of the main hall preaching sacrifices. The imparting of knowledge in Brahmanism is very primitive religion, generally mouth-to-mouth, heart-to-heart, and passed down from family to family. The monks are all relatives of each other. This huge group was equivalent to the Tang Dynasty's five-surname family, but the religious solidity and mystery also made them more stable than the aristocracy.

In order to maintain their position forever, all the transmission of knowledge by the Brahmins is done by mouth, not in a written book, without which it is impossible to maintain religion and make laws related to doctrine.

They consciously prevented the spread of knowledge, making the historical materials of India appear extremely pale and empty, and the entire history of India, except for the period of *** and foreign rule, could not leave a single word for future generations. When modern historians study the ancient history of India, they can only look for the history recorded by their invaders, and at the same time, they can also obtain the historical records and customs of the period of the Jieri Dynasty and the Mauryan Dynasty from Xuanzang's records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty.

"That's all for today, let's all go down."

A monk hurried into the hall and excitedly shouted, "The god of war is here, Balaji is here!" ”

The elder looked stunned, a smile appeared on the corner of his eyebrows, and then quickly retracted and asked with a serious expression, "How many soldiers did he bring?" ”

"There were only six Kshatriya generals and himself."

When everyone heard this, their mood suddenly darkened again, and the elder stood up and said loudly, "Very good! One Kshatriya is worth a hundred Vaishyas, and it is worth 10,000 Shudras. One bagila is as tall as the entire Indian army! He will surely be able to recapture the city of Qunu from the enemy and drive them all out of North India. ”

Some people were worried, and said wistfully: "Bajira has a few people with him, how can he defeat the nearly 10,000 Tang troops in the city?" ”

Someone stood up and said energetically: "Balaji is no one else, he is the god of war, he once single-handedly captured a city, and once killed an army by himself, he has been blessed by God!" ”

"He only defeated our own army, but these Tang troops are foreign troops, and I am afraid that the oracle will be useless."

"How so?" The elder confidently encouraged the crowd and said, "He is not only an oracle, he is also an incarnation of Shiva, and the gods will give him strength, and any army that comes to North India will be defeated by the divine power blessed by him!" ”

Many monks slowly became confident and thought that there would really be such a scene, but this is already nonsense, and they cannot be blamed entirely for their short-sightedness, these people live in the temple all day long, as we say high above the temple, and have never seen or heard it with their own eyes and ears, but only by virtue of their imagination and belief in religious gods, they have such thoughts.

After the elder was happy, he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, and he was afraid that some things would be irreparable. Bagjira should be able to recapture the city, but he may not be able to wipe out all the Tang troops, and all the gold in the temple will be lost. What made him even more regretful was that the girls they had picked up from all over the country to serve as temple prostitutes and saints had been ruined by a group of barbarians from the East. He has a habit of cleanliness, which is unacceptable both psychologically and physically, so it really hurts him, and he wants to cut these bastards with a thousand knives.

He narrowed his vicious eyes and looked at the women who were doing laundry by the canal outside the main hall. Another elder beside him saw what the Great Elder was thinking, and whispered in his ear: "When these bitches were messing with the Sogdians in the Tang Army a few days ago, some of them even screamed, which is really cheap. What's the use of keeping them, dangling around in front of our eyes? “

The elder nodded gloomily: "Then send a few people to hang them one by one and put them on the Ganges River to be cremated." ”

"I'll send someone to do it."

The second elder was just about to turn around and leave, but the elder stopped him again: "Wait, wait until Bagjira takes the city." ”

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The North Indian god of war pulled down the mask from his hood and drew his twin swords from his waist, male hormones volatilizing on his body, like a male peacock that began to show its brilliance. He was followed by six Kshatriya warriors who were loyal to him, to his right and left, like the wings of a peacock.

He let out an angry roar and whipped his whip, and the horse gradually sped up. The horse's hooves struck the ground rhythmically, causing his body to rise and fall rhythmically.

The deputy general leaned into Zhao Congfang's ear and asked, "Do you want me to take someone down to meet the enemy outside the city gate." ”

"Is that necessary?" Zhao Congfang said playfully: "To survive from Feng Changqing's hands, it must be that the armor is strong, the personal combat power is bursting, and the command ability is crotch-pulling." Put arrows at the top of the city, and shoot them all to death. ”

The soldiers at the head of the city pulled out their longbows, Zhao Congfang glanced back, and said in annoyance: "Don't use longbows, don't you see that people have big stuffing and thick skin?" We should greet the big guys and set up the siege bed crossbow and the Fuyuan crossbow that we carry. ”

The two crossbowmen sat on either side of the Fuyuan crossbow and wound them with waist force. The crossbow was pulled with a steering wheel-like axle, and the arrows were mounted, and the lieutenant waved his hand and ordered: "Shoot!" ”

The shaft of the child's arm burst out of the air, drawing a parabola towards Bagjira, and he swung his soft sword at the shaft, only to miss the arrow slightly, and dodged it sideways, the shaft of which was nailed to the ground behind him, and the tail feather was still trembling slightly.

He looked back at the shaft of the arrow, and was startled, but he still charged forward on his horse, and the soldiers around him were taken away by the crossbow arrows one by one, and Bagjira still ignored it, as if he was using the last bravery to win a success. He seemed to see the enemy generals standing on the city walls, looking at him with admiration and amazement, he must have never seen such a brave and fearless man in the world. That's right, all they had encountered before was a wine bag and a rice bag, and he was the only one who was the real hero, and he wanted to break down their city in the most shocking way. He was to capture the enemy's generals from among the tens of thousands of troops, and in a heroic way coerce them to agree to retreat.

This is something that only he can do, what an Aryan near-divine general can do.

His galloping horse was approaching the city, and the shafts of the arrows were passing by him without interruption, and his eyes could see clearly, and then the enemy was more than thirty feet away from him. Suddenly, he pulled out his paw, held the rope and swirled in the air, and then threw it towards the city, which hung on the wall. In the next second, he pulled his hands, and the Indian god jumped up from his horse, and with the help of the huge pull, he was about to pounce on the city.

The general of the Tang Army actually smiled and took the bow and crossbow from someone else's hand and held it in his hand, he was stupid because of his actions, even the bed crossbow and the Fuyuan crossbow couldn't help him, and what about a bow with a horizontal end in his hand, he didn't need to dodge and grab his shoulder.

It was only in the next split second that the arrow hit his chest, but it didn't penetrate the iron armor. He sneered and tugged at the shaft of the arrow, only to find a rattling sound in his hand, as if it was rapidly flickering. I didn't understand what it was, but I suddenly felt a crisis.

Rumble! The shaft of the arrow has exploded into a ball of fire. 1603464965