Chapter 105 Section VII

After Zongben Yancuo withdrew from Zongshan Castle, he led the troops to the big depression by the Nianchu River, which is famous for its high yield of barley.When Lama Lama saw him, he was happy at first and then angry. He was happy that Zongben Yancuo had recruited so many people from Rinang Manor and Po'al Manor, but he was annoyed that most of these people were empty-handed, without guns or guns. Without food, as soon as they arrived here, they went to the edge of the field to rub the ears of barley to satisfy their hunger. The dim night couldn't hide their greedy and hungry expressions.Lama Lama hurriedly asked, only to realize that the guns, ammunition and food in Zongshan Castle belonged to the Crusaders.

He couldn't help shouting: "So many people have come, more than they can imagine. But they are empty-handed and have nothing. You, Master Zongben of Tibet, would rather let the foreign demons snatch the weapons and food in the warehouse , and refused to send it to your own troops. Why is this? I asked you to send it to everyone, why didn't you send it?" Zongben Yancuo said: "My lord, I said I can't distribute it. If I distribute it to the untouchables, the untouchables will rebel, the nobles will be unhappy, and the Kashag and Dalai Lama will be unhappy. The responsibility will be traced to me. Can't bear it."

Lama Xijia was so angry that he scratched his head and couldn't speak. He held back for a long time before he said: "Now we want the untouchables to rebel against foreign demons. What's wrong? Have you forgotten the rules set by Sakyamuni? As long as you can shoot You don’t give it to the untouchables in Tibet, but you give it to God’s foreign demons, let the foreign demons eat our food, take our guns and beat us. Are you the ancestor of Tibet or the logistics of the foreign demons? Steward?" Zong Benyan said stubbornly: "The decree promulgated by the Dalai Lama two hundred years ago only said that untouchables could not hold guns, but did not say that foreign devils could not hold guns."

Li Jia said angrily: "You still don't want to touch the Dalai Lama. Buddhism has perished, so why do you need the Dalai Lama? The foreign demons carved foreign scriptures on your belly. What's the use of you mentioning the decrees of two hundred years ago." Then ran over , Shouted to those untouchables who rubbed the ears of barley to satisfy their hunger, "I am the front-line supervisor, follow my orders, I have no food to distribute to you, your food is in the Zongben compound, in Rinang Manor and Po'ale In the manor, you go and grab it. If anyone stops you, report it to me, and I will shoot them." Then he said, "I'm talking about tomorrow and later. You can't grab anything tonight, even if you starve to death. Listen to my command here, and do whatever I tell you to do."

Although the Lama Lama stipulated that food should not be robbed tonight, the hungry people who gathered together still acted vigorously.Since you can grab it, why wait until tomorrow?My stomach can't wait.Two hours later, the food warehouses in the Zongben Compound and Rinang Manor were robbed by thousands of hungry people. The matter was reported to Lama Lama, and Lama asked, "Have you already robbed it?" "Already snatched." La Liga said: "Water, the water in our Tibet, it flows. Food is water. Last year's food flows into this year, and this year's food flows into next year. The food in the warehouse flows into the mouth, and the food in the mouth flows into the stomach. Where did the fluid in the stomach go? You said it turned into feces? Look at you, a lama who can’t recite sutras, you know shit. No, it has become the strength of Tibetans, and this strength is for fighting foreign demons. If you rob it, you rob it, as long as you can drive away all the foreign demons, isn’t it the same if you rob today and tomorrow?”

At midnight, after the battle at Zijin Temple started, Lama Lama immediately led the troops out of the big depression. Except for the troops led by Numa Daiben and Ouzhu Daiben who were guarding Zijin Temple, everyone gathered in the field participated in a whimsical battle in this dark night with unknown wind direction. Lama Xijia divided the people into three parts: one part was led by Chuchen Daiben and Mazi Daiben to surround Baiju Temple; He and Zongben Yancuo led to surround Jiangluolingka, the headquarters of the Crusaders. The action was swift. There were roads everywhere on the plain without hindering each other. Coupled with the familiar terrain, we quickly approached the enemy's camp.Lama Lama's order is not to speak, not to cough, and not to make footsteps.But most of them are untrained monk soldiers and militiamen, and it is impossible to do this.Louder coughs of controlled coughs echoed across the fields, and footsteps rustled like rain.Talking is also uncontrollable, and there is even laughter caused by humor when it shouldn't be humorous.Fortunately, the gunshots from the Zijin Temple continued, and the barking of the dogs triggered by the gunshots did not stop, largely covering up the whereabouts of the Tibetans.Lama Lama has actually thought of it.

A siege quickly formed.All three encirclements are a semicircle, Lama Lama intentionally left a breakout for the opponent, and the breakouts are all facing Poal Manor. Almost at the same time, the Tibetans who surrounded Baiju Temple, Gangzhu Mountain, and Jiangluolingka started a battle.There are bullets from matchlock guns, rocks from locust whips, arrows from hunting bows, and deafening collective roars. All attacks have no specific targets, but they are caught off guard and full of power.But the most effective are slashing with knives, killing with swords, beating with sticks, and beating with stones.Tibetans are familiar with the night in Tibet, and their eyes don't care about the barrier of darkness like animals.In the camp of the Crusaders, many sentries were attacked from behind when they raised their guns and didn't know what to aim at.In a blink of an eye, there is no distinction between you and me in the camp.Close combat is exactly what the Tibetans are good at. Coupled with the deterrence of the encirclement and the coercion of the night, the Crusaders suffered unexpected and heavy losses. Some were killed and injured by the Tibetans, and some were killed and injured by their own people.At the beginning, the Crusaders did not dare to shoot indiscriminately, because they couldn't tell whether the black shadow running towards them was a companion or an enemy five steps away, and often before they could make a judgment, the swords and sticks had already arrived.Later, when they saw people approaching, they shot, and the people who were killed were often their own people.

All the Crusaders under siege, including their commander, Colonel Galan, instinctively chose not to fight on the spot, but to break out of the siege.The heaviest losses occurred during the breakout.In their panic, they had no time to take the cannons away, and all the cannons, even dozens of mountain field cannons, were discarded to the Tibetans. Fortunately, it was only surrounded on three sides, and most of the Crusaders fled toward Poal Manor from different directions. When he arrived at Poal Manor, Colonel Gelan discovered that all the troops under siege had broken through here. Colonel Galan asked, "Why are you all here?"

All the answers are: Colonel, you can only break out to come here. Colonel Galan's heart trembled: Why do all the gaps in the encirclement face Poal Manor?What does Lama Lama want to do?The Crusaders guarding Baiju Temple, occupying Gangzhu Mountain, and entrenched in Jiangluolingka have all arrived here. In addition to the troops who originally occupied Poal Manor, four of the six Crusaders distributed on the Gyantse Plain were surrounded. Here it is.Colonel Galan climbed to the highest point of Poal Manor and watched nervously. A larger circle of encirclement of the Tibetans has been formed, this time it is no longer a semicircle, but is tightly surrounded in all directions.It is still the old method of warfare: bullets from matchlock guns, stones from locust whips, and arrows from hunting bows.From time to time, a small group of Tibetans rushed over, beat and slashed violently, and then retreated quickly.

Poal Manor is a house-in-house superimposed building, with more than 100 houses of rough wood and large stones, covering nearly 5,000 square meters.The surrounding area is densely populated with low and simple poor cottages, almost all of which are earthen structures with straw roofs.In front of the roof houses, there are mostly piles of dry yellow barley stalks that can be used as fuel and livestock feed, dry cow dung is pasted on the walls, and dry sheep dung is piled up in the fuel warehouse under the eaves.It seems that the time-honored residences and living customs of the Tibetans prepared themselves for the war events that followed.

Ignition is very easy.Lama Xijia asked someone to make a gunpowder bag, plugged in a matchlock, lit it and threw it over, and the fire started.The fire started small, and if the Crusaders were aware of the danger and paid attention to putting it out, it might have been avoided.But how could they bother to put out the fire?They first ran to the high, wide and solid Poal Manor, and seeing that the manor could not accommodate so many people, they scattered among countless poor cottages.At this time, the ranks were in disarray, the soldiers could not find the officers, the officers could not see the soldiers, the British and the mercenaries were mixed together, the Gurkhas, Indians and Tibetans from the southern foot were mixed together, they did not know each other, you touch me , I squeeze you.The officers and soldiers didn't care about fighting, they just cared about saving their lives. When the fire comes, the wind comes, blowing wherever there are Crusaders.Crackling sounded everywhere, and countless houses became fuel for a raging fire in an instant.The fire surrounded the Poal Manor, and within a short while, this ancient building of rough wood and large stones was ablaze. A sea of ​​fire, churning and chasing waves, burned all the stars under the black sky of Tibet. When Colonel Galan saw anyone, he yelled: "Fire, fire." But his men searched the Poal Manor and found that there was not a drop of water in all the water tanks and urns, as if the owner had already prepared it before running away. Get the intruders ready to fight the fire.Colonel Ge Lan was stunned, he knew that he had no choice but to die in the sea of ​​fire.This war on Tibet will end in Gyantse, and it will be a disastrous defeat for the British Crusaders.God, I came to Tibet to fight for your cause, but you are so disrespectful to me, let me perish in a savage fire. Death, the death that comes soon.Colonel Galan watched the raging fire, standing on the roof of the Poal Manor, as if preparing for nirvana, standing still. Just as desperate as him is Gasa Lama.He came for the Sama Temple, and was about to achieve his goal, but was blocked by a fire.But he was a Tibetan after all, so he didn't feel sure about death at the moment.He came up to Colonel Galan, grabbed his hand, and shouted, "Follow me." Between Poal Manor and a group of poor village houses, there is a canal. Next to the canal is the flat field of Poal Manor for grinding highland barley. At the end of the flat field is a huge Russian Bo.Erbo built a circular pagoda with stones, with dense arrows and prayer flags on it.When Lama Gasa came here with Colonel Gelan, the flat field was already crowded with elite cross soldiers.They threw the highland barley piled there into the canal, and then wet themselves with the water left in the canal, and they were trying to survive.Lama Gasa dragged Colonel Gelan through the crowd and came to Erbo.Although the Russian Bo is not yet on fire, no one dares to climb up.Erbo is too high, and it is a target to go up. Lama Gasa said: "Colonel, go up quickly, before the fire is on top." Seeing that Colonel Galan was hesitating, he climbed to the top by stepping on the rocks first.He picked up the flammable arrow bushes one by one, threw them far away, and then tore off the prayer flags and pressed them under the stone, urging: "Don't be afraid of high places with big goals. Erbo is the abode of gods. Tibet No one dared to shoot at it." Colonel Galan thought about it, he was right, and quickly climbed up.