Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 595 Remember to kill the dog before throwing it into the latrine

"puff!"

A sharp iron weapon pierced his chest, its blade pulling downwards.

Blood and internal organs gushed out, creating a horrific scene.

With a casual gesture, the screaming Tibetan warrior pressed the man against the city wall and beheaded him with a slash of his sword!

The screams abruptly stopped, and the severed head and body were thrown off the city wall.

The Tibetan warriors, their eyes red, brandished their sharp blades, swaggering and yelling at the white-haired soldiers outside the city.

After fleeing back to Jinman County, the enraged Tibetans captured the few remaining Chinese people in the city and brutally murdered them on the city walls, venting their panic and fear in this way.

The white-haired soldiers outside the city were helpless, facing the tightly closed gates of the county town.

They only had their riding bows, which were useless at this time.

When more than ten riders charged forward in anger, only to be shot and killed by the Tibetans, the remaining white-haired soldiers turned their horses around and retreated.

They knew very well that if they left first, fewer people might die in the city.

Undoubtedly, they encountered reinforcements along the way.

Especially Lin Dao, who was traveling with the convoy towing heavy machine guns, also had two Grand Protectors.

"What a courage!"

Lin Dao, who was just chatting and laughing with Guo Xinyang and Xi Gu, immediately turned red.

"Instead of obediently accepting death, how dare you do such a thing?"

"court death!"

Without waiting for the carts, they found a horse and immediately galloped towards Jinman County with a large number of cavalry.

Upon reaching the outside of the city, the Tibetans on the city walls immediately resorted to their old tricks.

'boom! '

A gunshot rang out, and the Tibetan warrior who had just appeared was immediately identified as Louis XVI Cospree.

"Bang, bang, bang~"

Several gunshots rang out in succession, and several Tibetan warriors lost their heads.

Startled, the Tibetan warriors on the city wall immediately prostrated themselves.

But their knives did not stop; after the slaughter, they pushed the corpses off the city wall through the crenellations.

Lin Dao put away the NTW-20 large-caliber sniper rifle he had purchased from South Africa and instead took out an RPG.

He glanced back to make sure no one was behind him before aiming at the city gate and firing.

When the Tibetans besieged Jinman County, several sections of the city wall collapsed and were damaged.

But those places are not suitable for horses to pass through.

A spacious city gate is the most convenient.

The city gate was originally covered with copper sheets, but the Tibetans peeled them off after they breached the city.

Only the wooden gate remained, which could hardly withstand the bombardment of RPG high-explosive shells.

After a deafening roar, the gate collapsed and shattered.

The Tibetans who were blocking the door were even more severely injured and killed.

After all, it was the capital of Tingzhou and the location of the Beiting Protectorate, so there was a moat outside the city.

However, the suspension bridge was damaged when the Tibetans attacked the city, which actually saved Lin Dao the trouble.

"Charge in and kill!"

Lin Dao instructed the two Grand Protectors, "Capture as many warriors and above as possible, especially their chief advisors; make sure they are captured alive!"

"Whoever can seize their great argument, I'll give him ten thousand strings of cash!"

"I have prepared a wonderful program for them."

Come and go without indecent!
What you have done, you must now pay back a hundredfold!

He fired a few more RPGs, which exploded inside the city through the gate.

The primary objective was to shock and drive away the defending troops, rather than to inflict casualties.

As Yang Xigu personally led his cavalry into the city, Lin Dao changed targets and launched rockets at the parapets on both sides of the city gate.

The same principle applies: to intimidate and break down the defenders' resistance.

As for Guo Xin, he led his men around the city walls to chase down the fleeing Tibetans.

Dazha Lugong fled all the way back to Jinman County.

After taking stock of the manpower, including those who had been left in the city, the number was less than 10,000.

Although they outnumbered the Tang army, they were already terrified and had absolutely no courage to confront them head-on.

They had planned to hold out for a while, relying on the sturdy city walls, and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Keda Zhalugong had just sat down to eat a meal and hadn't even had a chance to take a nap when the Beiting army had already stormed into the city!

He immediately rolled out of bed, his dark arms bare, and ran outside.

Now that the Beiting army has entered the city, there's no point in fighting anymore.

The defeated soldiers who entered the city had long lost the courage to resist.

As expected, when he rode out of the Beiting Protectorate, he saw that the road was full of fleeing soldiers running around like headless flies.

This should have been the most unfortunate time for the people in the city.

However, almost all the people in the city had already been killed.

Now the defeated soldiers have nowhere to vent their fear.

The Beiting army entered the city through the east gate; the other gates were now extremely crowded.

Large numbers of fleeing soldiers attempted to escape through the city gates.

Under the protection of the guards, Dazha Lugong fled all the way to the West Gate.

"Everyone get out of here!"

The guards rode forward on horseback, constantly wielding their weapons to cut down the fleeing soldiers blocking the city gate.

In normal times, defeated soldiers, whose main accomplices were servants, would have scattered and fled.

But now that life and death are at stake, and most importantly, morale has collapsed, so who cares about others?

Driven to desperation by the attack, some immediately retaliated, pulling the mounted warrior off the horse and quickly hacking him to pieces.

Having witnessed this scene, Dazhalu Gong sighed and turned his horse around to gallop towards the north gate.

On the way, they encountered a group of Northern Court cavalry. After a fierce battle, Dazhalugong was left with only a dozen or so guards.

The north gate was also blocked, but fortunately, quite a few people had already gotten out. After some effort, Dazhalugong managed to escape outside the city.

But leaving the city didn't mean they were safe. Guo Xin, outside the city, had already dispatched men to hunt them down.

Even if someone manages to escape the pursuit, they still have to face swarms of nomadic barbarians from all over the country, drastically fluctuating temperatures day and night, and even packs of wolves on the grasslands that will eat any meat they can find.

It is almost impossible for anyone to escape back to Shazhou alive.

Dazhalugong also failed to escape.

He led a few warriors and fled for dozens of miles.

However, they were eventually caught up and captured alive because their warhorse died of exhaustion.

Upon learning that he was Dazha Lugong, the great minister of Tibet, several white-haired soldiers from Anxi were about to kill him on the spot.

The reason is simple: this person has committed heinous crimes.

They looted and slaughtered extensively after entering Chang'an, and when they attacked the Hexi region, they even used the local Central Plains people to make military rations.

They repeatedly attacked various parts of the Western Regions, causing countless killings.

Almost everyone in the Anxi Army and the Beiting Army had a blood feud with them.

Don't let him off so easily!

Ultimately, someone spoke up to stop them, saying, "Killing him outright would be too lenient."

Dazhalugong was tied to the horse's back, and a hemp seed was stuffed into his mouth.

On the way back to the outskirts of Jinman County, we saw many prisoners digging pits in the farmland outside the city.

Dig a big pit.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, these large pits will be the final resting place for those who dug them.

As a result, the grain yield in these fields is expected to increase significantly next year.

As they approached the city gate, screams echoed incessantly from the city walls.

Every now and then, Tibetan warriors would be lowered down from the city wall by ropes.

Dazhalugong, on horseback, strained to look up.

Only then did they realize with astonishment that it wasn't a thread at all, but rather a large intestine wrapped around a small intestine!
And that's what flying a kite is all about.
Upon entering the county town, one could frequently see large groups of white-haired soldiers rushing into courtyards and houses to capture Tibetans hiding inside, or drag out their corpses.

Many people were beheaded right there on the street.

The sounds of weeping and pleas were incessant.

At this moment, these Tibetans no longer displayed the viciousness they had shown in their previous wanton killings.

Tears and snot streamed down their faces as they desperately sought a way to survive.

Unfortunately, the white-haired soldiers were clear about their grudges and didn't give them that chance.

Unlike those scum from Japan, they actually managed to return home alive!

"Are you the Great Master of Tibet?"

In front of the Beiting Protectorate, Lin Dao finally met the Tibetan commander.

He had even specifically looked up this person's information beforehand, and there was no doubt that he was deeply sinful.

With the hemp seed removed from his mouth, Dazhalu Gong, bound like a rice dumpling, sat expressionlessly on the ground.

When asked, it remained silent with its eyes closed.

This gesture made Lin Dao laugh and ask again, "I heard you once used people as military rations?"

Dazhalugong still kept his eyes closed, but at least he made a sound.

"If you're going to die, then you're going to die. Why all this nonsense?"

"You seem to have a pretty good attitude about things," Lin Dao laughed again. "But I've seen plenty of people like you."

"On the surface, he appears calm and fearless, but in reality, he is terrified."

"They thought that their status and position could be useful, that they could bargain or even escape with their lives."

“I’ve dealt with many cases like yours.”

Lin Dao wasn't making this up; he had indeed taken down many similar individuals.

These people were far less magnanimous than those described in history books.

Before his death, he displayed a series of shameful acts.

After a moment of silence, Dazhalugong finally opened his eyes.

Trembling with his gray beard, he looked up at Lin Dao and said, "I am a great scholar of Tibet. May I be redeemed?"

"Hahahahaha~~~"

His response was unrestrained laughter.

The many white-haired soldiers around them also laughed.

Even at this point, you're still thinking about getting away?

dream!

"In the end, people have to pay the price for what they have done!"

His use of the people of the Central Plains as military rations alone was enough to determine his ultimate fate.

To still want to live, what else could it be but a pipe dream?

If we let him go, what is the point of Lin Dao's repeated time travels?

Who will seek justice for those who died tragically, those who were abducted to the plateau and enslaved, living a life worse than death?

Those so-called ritual implements, those leathers, those drums, everything—all of them are lamenting!

"Whoo~"

Lin Dao let out a breath and instructed Guo Xin, who was standing beside him, "Send him on his way."

Guo Xin personally dragged Dazhalu Gong to a nearby courtyard.

The door opened, revealing dozens of hungry dogs inside.

Dazhalugong was thrown inside, and the door was closed.

"Those dogs."

Lin Dao instructed, "Remember to kill them all afterwards and then throw them into the dry latrine."

After giving him a few instructions, he turned to look at Yang Xigu.

"The matter with the Tibetans has been temporarily resolved."

"Next, it's the Uyghurs' turn!"

"When will those Uyghurs arrive?"

(End of this chapter)