Chapter 13 second quarter

A beam of golden light pointed to the Rina Pass like a finger, and the sun showed its face. Ahead, the vanguard of the British Crusaders quietly appeared.They climbed up from the low-lying part of the last grassland in the northern part of Zhe Mengxiong Kingdom, spread out quickly, and approached cautiously with guns in hand.Ou Zhujia turned his head and glared at his wife: Where does it look like a tiger?Obviously wearing gray skin.Hairy is the hair, which is no different from Tibetans.But soon he discovered the strangeness. The foreign demons and pagan religions who invaded were all crawling, but they walked on four legs with human faces, which made Tibetans die of laughter.He looked back at his wife in admiration: It was indeed the same as a tiger, a gray tiger wearing a hat.The wife nodded knowingly, and asked him with her eyes: What should I do?

Ou Zhujia had already thought about what to do.He confidently opened the barrel of the matchlock gun, reloaded, filled the powder, inserted the matchlock, rubbed the flint with the scythe in his waist to ignite the matchlock, carefully aimed towards the vast sky, fired a shot, and then yelled One voice: "La Suolo, the battle has begun." Pointing to the sky, he ordered his subordinates, "Each of you shoots once." Both Akano and Tedeng asked, "Why did you shoot into the sky?" Ouzhu said: "Our gods are in our sky, and their gods are in their heavens. If their gods are knocked out, they will have no strength to walk over." At this time, a British soldier happened to hear the gunshot and quickly He hid behind the dirt bag, and hid too quickly, tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.Ouzhu shouted happily: "Look, their gods will not bless them."

The Tibetan soldiers aimed at the sky one after another.One shot after another. The vanguard of the Crusaders halted.In their view, firing a gun into the sky is a warning. Since they dare to warn, they must take it seriously.A lama in red and purple cassock came out, waved his hands and shouted in Tibetan: "Don't shoot, you have something to say." Ou Zhujiaben responded vigilantly: "Don't come here, if you want to talk, talk in your place." He felt that allowing the invaders to enter Tibet to speak is to let the other side take advantage of it, just like letting the person he hates on his own blanket. Same as sleeping.And what he has to do is not only not to suffer, but also to take advantage of the other party.He got up and walked over, and stood ten steps away from the boundary marker outside the pass, thinking proudly: Now that I am standing in Zhe Mengxiong, I must talk more and take advantage of it.

The lama in the red and purple cassock said again: "We are negotiating, so don't bring a gun." Ouzhu shook the matchlock gun and said honestly: "Look, there is no gunpowder in it." A lama in a maroon cassock walked over with a British officer.The officer put his pistol in the holster at his waist as he walked.Ou Zhu stared blankly, and then realized that the foreign demons and pagans who invaded did not walk on four legs, and the crawling just now was obviously to conceal their tall stature.He couldn't help but took half a step back, and turned back to shout to his own people: "There are two of them here, why am I the only one on our side? Come another one."

The Tibetan soldiers didn't move, they all looked at the two finalized versions.Dingben Akano and Cedeng looked at me and I looked at you. Before they could discuss who should go, the lama and the British officer had already approached Ouzhu.Fearing that her husband would suffer, Guo Mu yelled and ran over like singing a folk song. Negotiations have begun.This was the first negotiation of the war, which took place between a Tibetan company commander and a British lieutenant, but only the British side was speaking. The lieutenant said: "Why are you unwilling to consider Colonel Galan's suggestion? There is still time to evacuate Mount Zina as soon as possible. The sun doesn't just rise and then set."

The lama in the purple cassock translated Tibetan fluently.Ou Zhujia didn't seem to understand at first, and stared at the British lieutenant without blinking.So did his wife Gom.It's like one day when she and Ouzhu were making out in the tall grass, when she got up and looked, there was a strong tiger a few steps away, unable to retreat or advance, they could only face each other in panic, not daring to vent their breath. The lieutenant said: "You fired, but we didn't fight back. This is God's tolerance. If you are willing to take tolerance as cowardice, you will directly hear God's roar in your veins."

The eyes staring at the lieutenant got bigger and bigger, and Ouzhu and Guomu were both dead.The lieutenant said again: "Please remember the advice given to you by Rong He, a believer in God, and remember this Tibetan lama who knows the current affairs. His name is Gasa. He is our Tibetan friend, Colonel Galan's assistant, and God's assistant." Gasa translated every word carefully.Ouzhu and Guomu looked at each other, turned around suddenly, dragged each other and ran back to their positions, and then let out their held breath. "Devil!" Ouzhu concluded.Not the devil you say about bad guys, but the real devil.Only the eyes of the devil are blue, the sinister blue of the astonishing jackal, flickering and flickering, and turning around, it seems that it will soon swallow your soul.Ouzhu went to the arrow stack, touched the sutra flag with her forehead and said, "God of War, let me tell you, the devil's eyes are sky blue, his skin and neck are gray, and his hair is golden. Their god... Buddha, they still have God, we all fired guns, but we didn't kill their God. The God of War is looking at you now, please take out your mana." The wind was blowing, and the arrows and prayer flags answered him.

Ou Zhujia returned to the position and saw that the foreign demons and pagans began to walk on four legs again. All the flat places in front of them were the heads of foreign demons rolling towards this side. He looked suspiciously at the sky, and then at the red monster beside him. Nai and Cideng asked, "What can you do?" The two shook their heads like a final match.But his wife Guo Mu said behind him: "Let the foreign demon wait, our lama hasn't arrived yet." Then he sang a folk song: Lamas are outstanding among lamas, When the good lama comes, the evil lama is defeated.

Wife is right.Ou Zhujiaben nodded: Maybe God, foreign demons, Rong He, and Colonel Galan are not important, what is important is that they have Buddhist lamas as assistants.What is the name of the Tibetan Lama?Gasa?Which temple?How can he be allowed to help the foreign demons attack their hometown?traitor!Now it seems that the reason why they did not kill the pagan god is because the traitor Lama Gasa played a protective role. To repel the invading foreign demons, you must first subdue Gasa Lama, and to subdue Gasa Lama, you have to rely on us own lama.But our own lama has been slow to come, just like reading the longevity scriptures to the dead, it is always late and late.There are thousands of lamas in Tibet, but none of them can come in time when they are needed. Even if my message to Chunpi Monastery has not been delivered, the lamas can still ask the gods to find out the crisis here!Terrible, desperate.

Ouzhu looked back at the mountains and mountains in Tibet: lama, lama, our own lama. Another point is that my wife, Guo Mu, is also right: "Let the foreign demons wait." It's like wrestling, archery, and horse racing. If the opponent doesn't come, who do you compare with?How can you declare yourself victorious?Ou Zhujia's understanding of war was not mixed with the concepts of conspiracy, trickery, outsmart, and swindle. He thought that being upright, fair and reasonable was the minimum standard, so he felt that he should inform the armed attacking foreign demons and cults: wait a minute .

Ou Zhujiaben called Chi Nai Dingben, who had read scriptures in a monastery for several years when he was a child, to him and said: "You can read and write. If you can use it, I want to say a few words to the foreign demon." Nai spread his hands helplessly and said, "What if I don't have paper and pen?" Tibetans worship paper and pen.The more illiterate you are, the more you worship, because both paper and pen are used to write scriptures.How could the Tibetan border guards in Rina Mountain have such precious things. Guomu said: "I have paper at home." She ran back to her accountant and brought the paper, which turned out to be the "ultimatum" sent by Colonel Galan yesterday.When she saw the writing on it, she enshrined it in front of the sacred altar in the accountant as scriptures.Now I have to bring it, and it is reasonable to return the paper sent by the foreign demon to the foreign demon.The original witness of this famous battle - a precious cultural relic, is about to leave Tibet. The pen and ink are easy to handle. Chi Nai has seen lamas who practice Tantric Dharma write blood scriptures in the monastery, and now they can do it in the same way.He took out the wooden bowl he carried on his body, scratched his fingers and dripped some blood, and asked Guomu to pull a slender silver hairpin from his hair to him, then lay down on the ground and raised his head and asked, "What do you write?" Ouzhu said: "The foreign demons gave us an ultimatum. We should also give them an ultimatum." Then he opened his mouth and said: When we were so hungry that our stomachs were rumbling, the lovely tsampa was still growing in the green barley field.On days when the river dries up, birds and beasts wait for the summer icebergs to melt away.Those who have been in the sun know that the morning sun is the most comfortable, so they curse the cloud that buried the sun.Oh, you foreign demons and pagans are here, please wait a moment, our powerful lama is still drinking tea in the monastery.He has already known about your arrival, one foot has stepped out of the threshold, and the other foot is still in the temple.If God is unwilling to die and reincarnate, he should obey the domestication of God and Buddha.I once again solemnly inform: the lama who conquered the foreign demons did not let his feet freeze in this cold winter, because he has a pair of boots with five layers of sheepskin and three layers of cowhide.Wait a second, the boots are on their way.It's time to test your powers, Ra'solo. " The whole article of the ultimatum is mainly accusing and ridiculing the lama who couldn't wait, which shows that Ou Zhujia's anger at the lama's failure to come is greater than his anger at the foreign demon. In the middle of the writing, Chi Nai said: "Speak slowly, talk too much, there is no blood." Then he ordered his two soldiers, "Squeeze me another half bowl of your blood." Ouzhu said: "Squeeze my blood, Jiaben's blood is more valuable than yours, and has magic power." Men and women gathered here, poking their heads out to watch the "Ultimatum" being written, almost forgetting the attack of the Crusaders. Guo Mu asked: "Ouzhu, you said that the boots are walking on the road, where are they?" Ouzhu said casually, "Longtu Mountain." Guo Mu said, "It's almost there, write it down." Ou Zhu looked at his wife in admiration and said, "Yes, write it down." Chi Nai said: "I can't write more, I need to sign it if I leave some space." As he said, he turned over the paper to show everyone the British ultimatum, "The foreign devil also has a signature." Ouzhu said: "Okay, then leave the empty space and sign my name 'Ouzhu Jiaben', no, it should be 'Tibet Ouzhu Jiaben'."