mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1124 Nanga Bawa and Dolma

How dare Chen Yifan?
After he went out, he felt a little regretful when he was blown by the cold wind.

But there is no regret medicine in this world.

Since you believe that Zhao Chuanxin will never give up, just trust him to the end.

Chen Yifan smiled bitterly.

He didn't expect that in the end he would have to trust a man he had never met.

Now we can only look to Zhao Chuanxin!

……

Zhao Chuanxin waited for Liu Xiang from day till night.

Liu Xiang didn't come.

He had a hotpot in the tent that night, and while eating horse meat, he picked out a bullet from the meat.

"Boiled!"

He clipped out the bullet and threw it away.

When eating hotpot, eat the meat first, then the frozen tofu and fish balls, and finally some cabbage, and finally the noodles.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin added coal to the stove, then went out and rode the fourth-generation Youlong to investigate the Sichuan-Tibet border.

Liu Xiang did not go any further.

Liu Xiang naturally could not make the decision on such matters. This must have been the order of Hu Jingyi.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

It's not that you don't send troops to garrison, but some things cannot be done.

He returned to his tent, pulled out his cell phone and called Benjamin Goldberg.

"Benjamin, do you know Ma Qi?"

Since the Sichuan Army Governor Hu Jingyi is not coming, there are always people who are tempted.

Presumably, our neighbor Ma Qi and his family would be interested in the meat that is right at their doorstep.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Master, I am not familiar with him, and we have some grudges. He is very ambitious and exploits people more and more. I have taken in many desperate people under his rule. I do know Zhang Guangjian, who just took in the governor of Lanzhou."

Mr. Northwest really has a wide network of contacts.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You should contact Zhang Guangjian now and ask him if he is interested in the Jiangda Ganzi area. If he is interested, he is welcome to send people to station there tomorrow."

Benjamin Goldberg responded and went to send the telegram.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Code of the Old Gods" and read it for about half an hour when the phone rang.

"Master, Zhang Guangjian only follows Yuan Weiting's lead. But he is smart, and he seems to be planning to divide the Ma family's returning army. He helped me contact Ma Qi's brother Ma Lin. I talked to him and found that Ma Lin was greedy and quite interested in this place. He will give Master a reply tomorrow morning."

Zhao Chuanxin stroked his beard and thought that the Ma family were Hui Muslims.

Their returning army must not become too powerful.

If they want to expand their territory to the south, they have to find a way to consume their territory in the north.

So he said, "I'll give you a few months. Can you rely on Tianshangfei to form a team and suppress the Ma family in the northwest?"

Benjamin Goldberg is no longer the powerful man he once was.

He has grown up.

He smiled: "Master, Zhang Guangjian wants the Ma family to get this piece of land, and he also wants to check and balance the Ma family. It is obvious that he has no good intentions. In addition, don't even think about asking me to suppress him. I will just kill all of his Ma family. What's the difficulty?"

He has inherited some of his master's arrogance, and I don't know if he is just bragging.

"Okay!" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Then let's give this piece of land to him."

Zhang Guangjian never expected that he just wanted to deal with the Ma family and suppress the Hui army, but what kind of situation this would cause in the future...

……

The Kalon of Chamdo, Qiangba Danda, was holding the letter left by Zhao Chuanxin. The skin on his face was very loose and he looked a little hideous.

But in fact, his face was expressionless.

He was sent by the Kashag to be the chief administrator of Chamdo, in charge of the Tibetan troops.

There were not many Tibetan soldiers. The professional army formed by the 13th Dalai Lama was of very limited size and their weapons were somewhat outdated. In addition to knives, spears and matchlock guns, there were also earth cannons, the 13-shot cannons left by Zuo Zongtang during his western expedition, and old rifles such as the obsolete Lee Enfield provided by the British devils.

The content of the letter was simple, and the gist was: Get out of Qamdo, Jiangda, Leiwuqi, and Chaya within one day. Whoever stays will be killed, and the Kashag will be slaughtered with blood!
Jampa Danda asked another Kalon Phuntselung, "I received news that the man killed hundreds of us. He is very powerful. Do you think we should leave?"

Puben Dailong sneered: "We have the support of the British, why should we leave? We have the most elite soldiers in Tibet. As long as we deploy in advance, we will be able to stop him. I have informed the British about this and asked for their support."

Qiangba Danda was still a little worried: "What if we can't stop him? I heard that he is very cruel."

"Look around this land, is there anyone who is not cruel?"

Jampa Danda was speechless.

Warlords imposed heavy taxes and levies.

In Tibet, the Kashags are not good either.

The living Buddha has an orderly inheritance and is reincarnated from generation to generation.

However, these Buddhas

They have private property.

Armed,
There were serfs.

Buddha is an upper-class aristocrat.

And you will be a noble person in every life.

I don’t know how many devout men and women went to worship these “landlords” and felt that they were receiving initiation by being touched on the head. They were extremely pious.

The local Kashag was their tool of labor and exploitation, and it firmly controlled the means of production such as land, livestock and serfs.

There was little difference between serfs and livestock.

The two ignorant guys were actually on high alert the next day, ready to put up a fight and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

However, when Thirteenth DA-Lai heard Zhao Chuanxin's name, he almost pissed himself and immediately gave the order: "Let Qiangba Danda and the others retreat."

However, not every place had telegraph service, and as soon as the news came out, Thirteenth DA-Lai turned around and led his men to flee.

On the grassland, Zhao Chuanxin forcibly turned the head of Jebtsundamba into a rosary.

Ga-Bala is a voluntary donation from the monks, it is not forced.

When Qiangbadanda received the message, it was almost noon, which was the time set by Zhao Chuanxin.

"What should we do? It may be too late to leave, but it's better than staying. We can explain to Zhao Chuanxin then."

Puben Dailong stared: "Things have come to this point, why leave? It is better to deploy according to the original plan and defend this place well."

Before he could finish his words, he heard deafening machine gun fire outside.

Tata Tata...

People shout horses neighing.

Pubendailong got up in a hurry and tried to lift the curtain of the yak-hair tent.

Qiangba Danda witnessed how the yak-wool tent was torn apart by bullets and full of holes; he witnessed how Puben Dailong's body was torn apart by the line of fire and blood and flesh gushed out.

A healthy and living person turned into a pool of smoking rotten meat right before his eyes.

Half of the head fell at Qiangbadanda's feet, and he saw half of the eye blink.

Qiangba Danda was also very cruel. He would dig out the enemy's patella, cut off the enemy's nose, and peel off the enemy's skin to make drums...

But the scene before him still made him collapse.

The power was so strong that even the gods could not resist it, making him want to worship it.

He instantly fell to the ground, not daring to move, and could only listen to the screams outside.

When the gunfire stopped, he heard a strange grinding sound.

He didn't know that it was the sound caused by the gun barrel's continued rotation due to inertia and machinery.

Soon, there was a sound outside - chirp, chirp, chirp...

There were howlings, curses, and cries of terror once again.

The "chirp chirp" sound came from somewhere far away, sometimes near, sometimes left, sometimes right.

"Everyone come out of the tents."

He heard a voice speaking non-standard Tibetan.

He tried to muddle through.

Choo Choo Choo……

There was another scream.

"I said, all of you come out of the tent."

The yak-hair tent was thick and opaque, so Qambadanda could not see what was happening outside.

But he imagined a picture - there were others who wanted to get away with it just like him, but were brutally killed by that man.

Qiangbadanda began to tremble and struggled internally: That man must be trying to scare people, how would he know who was hiding?

boom……

A violent explosion sounded.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come out, no one will survive."

"three."

I…Qiangbadanda has an urgent desire to express himself.

This is totally unreasonable.

Boom, boom, boom...

Qiangba Danda immediately stood up, rushed out of the tent and knelt on the ground.

He saw that many people made the same choice as he did.

Some tents were on fire and bodies were scattered all over the ground.

He saw the man, tall and strong, wearing strange black clothes, strange black boots, and holding a terrifyingly large bow in his hand.

The man had a thick beard, a thick cigarette in his mouth, and was wearing a black knitted hat that covered his ears, with his medium-length hair sticking out from under the hat.

On the forehead of the hat, there was a small shiny steel plate with three Chinese characters engraved on it - behead immediately.

The man was wearing gloves and pointed his finger at a group of people. He didn't say anything, but his gesture seemed to direct them to gather together.

Qiangbadanda tried to blend in with the crowd, but the looks from everyone exposed his identity.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw the man smiling at him maliciously.

The man hooked his finger at him.

Qiangbadanda's heart was beating wildly, and he walked over reluctantly. "Name."

"Pichenglemaimocuo..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907 and put the muzzle to Qiangbadanda's forehead: "Ask again, name."

Shocked by the coldness of the metal: "Jiangbadanda."

"identity?"

"Kalon."

"Do you know who I am?"

The other party said in broken Chinese: "Zhao Chuanxin."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and looked up at the sky.

Tomorrow the sky will be cloudless, it will be a nice day.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin attacked without warning and slapped Qiang Badanda in the face.

Snapped.

Qiangbadanda looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise, then quickly lowered his head.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "I just want to see if you will glare at me. If you glare at me, I will kill you."

Qiangbadanda: “…”

This man is even more despicable than the people of the grasslands, and he regards human life as worthless.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a map and handed it to Qiangba Danda: "You point out where your troops are stationed, and then tell me where DA-Lai is."

The Panchen Lama was close to the Central Plains.

DA-Lai is always making trouble and is pro-British.

The two are vying for power.

What a dog!
Would Buddha fight for power and profit?
Would Buddha keep serfs?
Qiangba Danda suddenly lost all his courage to resist and blurted out: "He lives in the Sunlight Hall of the Winter Palace of the Potala Palace, which was expanded later. However, I heard that he seems to have left LS and escaped."

Zhao Chuanxin teased, "He ran away, but you stayed and resisted. You are quite courageous."

Jampa Danda prostrated himself on the ground with his head on his head. He said, "You are Mimapapa. Since I learned about your strength and bravery, I have wanted to leave. But after receiving the news from the Potala Palace, it was too late. This place was arranged by Phuben Dailong and has nothing to do with me."

"Where's Pubendailong?"

"He's dead. He died from your gun."

"Ha ha……"

When Qiangbadanda heard the laughter, he felt creepy.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stepped on the back of Qiangba Danda's head. He looked up at everyone in the field and said, "I want you to tell the herdsmen on the grasslands and plateaus, as well as all of you living Buddhas. As long as I, Zhao Chuanxin, am still alive, you must never betray. Otherwise, I will make sure that there will not be a single herdsman or Buddha with a traitorous bloodline left on this land. I will slaughter all of your descendants and leave this place covered with dry bones!"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked Qiangba Danda upside down: "Get lost, go back to the Potala Palace and take my message there."

"Yes Yes……"

Qiangba Danda knelt down again and kowtowed several times before getting up and leaving.

Very servile.

The remaining people were commanded by Zhao Chuanxin to deal with the corpses scattered all over the field.

When the corpses were gathered, a herdsman told Zhao Chuanxin: "Just put them here. The meat will be donated to vultures and wolves, so that the soul will leave the body..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah... tui!"

He took out barrels of gasoline and said, "Pour it on."

These people had no choice but to do as they were told.

After they finished watering, Zhao Chuanxin asked them to pile up hay and firewood.

Approaching the pile of corpses, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand.

Under the awe-filled gazes of the crowd, there was a loud “whoosh” and the fire started to blaze fiercely.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the upwind side, watched quietly for a while, and took out his camera to take pictures.

Even if gasoline was poured on it, it would not burn completely and would only be charred.

Zhao Chuanxin called the herders together and asked them, "Do you know a woman named Losang Zhuoma?"

A group of herdsmen looked at each other, and then found more than a dozen people named Zhuoma from the crowd.

Zhao Chuanxin put his finger into the brim of his hat and scratched his head: "Losang Zhuoma who raises sheep."

Two were eliminated from more than ten Zhuoma.

"Lobsang Dolma, who used to raise many sheep and became famous in the area."

At this point, everyone retreated.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know how to describe it.

He finally said: "In the beginning, Losang Zhuoma had a little man, a foreigner, and Losang Zhuoma called him Nanga Bawa. Nanga Bawa helped Losang Zhuoma accumulate a lot of wealth..."

This time, a man stepped out of the crowd, touched his chest and saluted, then said to Zhao Chuanxin: "I know who you are talking about. Her wealth was taken away by Lama Losang Chuchen. Later, she was sold by a nobleman named Ji Kangba to another nobleman named Ranba. Because Ji Kangba wanted to lead an army, he borrowed military pay from Ranba, but Ji Kangba had no money to pay him back, so he had to use his subjects to pay off the debt."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless.

He asked, "Where is the Jikangba?"

The herdsman pointed to the pile of corpses that had not been completely burned: "Over there."

"Where's Ramba?"

"Nobleman Ranba is at the Ludo Manor, which belongs to Drepung Monastery in LS."

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cell phone and called Benjamin Goldberg: "Your woman has become someone else's serf. Do you still want her?"

Having become a serf and still being quite pretty, her fate was clear.

Benjamin emphasized: "Master, I have said it many times, she is not my woman, she is my friend."

"Okay, Nanga Bawa. Do you want me to bring Losang Dolma back to you?"

"..." Benjamin Goldberg gritted his teeth and said, "You promised to keep it a secret for me, this bastard!"

Zhao Chuanxin already knew his name, Nanga Parbatwa, so naturally he knew everything about it.

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a moment, sighed, and said, "Master, if possible, please help me bring her back."

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone and told the herders: "If the Han army comes, don't panic, let them wait here for me to come back."

He immediately took out the fourth-generation Youlong, sprinted for a distance, then took off, crossed the Nujiang River, and headed straight for LS.

The herdsmen watched in awe as the fourth generation of dragons rose into the sky, and some even prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed.

The straight-line distance is about 600 kilometers.

Zhao Chuanxin crossed mountains and rivers, hoping to discover something above this mysterious land.

But he saw nothing.

When he arrived at LS, he found a noble and broke into his stable.

The noble's guards stepped forward to stop them, but Zhao Chuanxin took out the skull crusher and struck the guards with two hammer blows. The guards' arms drooped awkwardly and they became obedient.

The noble pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "You will pay the price for this..."

Zhao Chuanxin swung his hammer and said, "Pay the price of being next door."

Click.

The nobleman's head collapsed and he fell to the ground dead.

Zhao Chuanxin is not an unreasonable person.

However, the miserable situation of the Tibetan people at that time cannot be described in words.

Brother Shu Ren often says that the people are numb, but that's because he has never been to Tibet.

The serfs that Zhao Chuanxin saw had faces as thin as tree bark, were skinny, and wore tattered clothes. There was no life in their eyes at all. The word "numbness" could no longer be used to describe them.

On the contrary, the nobles wore gold and silver, and you could even pick out several ounces of gold from their long rosary beads...

It is really necessary to allow "rebels" like Bai Lang who like to rob the rich to enter Tibet.

Zhao Chuanxin rode his horse leisurely forward.

Not long after, eight riders caught up from behind, holding knives and homemade cannons, trying to intercept Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his horse around and took out a single-action Colt M1873 classic revolver, pulling the trigger with his right hand and cocking the hammer with his left hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Those who had homemade cannons were the first to fall.

Zhao Chuanxin first patted the horse's head to calm its restlessness, then pulled the hammer, and used his thumb and index finger to rotate the cylinder to eject the shell and reload the bullet. His movements were leisurely and orderly.

The remaining two riders held their sabers and hesitated to move forward.

Then, they seemed to realize that Zhao Chuanxin had run out of bullets, and they rode forward again.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and slowly loaded the bullets. He then checked the bolt.

At this time, the two men had already rushed forward, holding knives with ferocious looks.

bang bang.

The two men didn't even see Zhao Chuanxin raise his hand before the shooting was completed.

Two people were arrested.

Their horses automatically bypassed Zhao Chuanxin and rushed to both sides.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and loaded two more bullets, then turned his horse around and continued walking.

From time to time, he took out his camera and took pictures.

The gunshots just now were heard far away, and local people gathered around to watch. Zhao Chuanxin was able to take pictures of their faces and expressions.

His camera is different. Its optical viewfinder and shutter structure are the same as those of ordinary cameras, but it is no longer purely mechanical. It has a blue crystal converter, a micro motor, and an electronic flash system. The zoom lens is particularly powerful, the aperture is more precise, the photosensitive element is specially manufactured, and the film is all imported from Rune City...

The horse's hooves clattered as it slowly moved forward.

Above the adobe house, a gunman was lying in ambush, waiting for his opportunity.

Just wait for Zhao Chuanxin to come closer and then shoot him to death on horseback.

But Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took out the Abyss M1913 and fired at the roof.

Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet…

The sloping roof of the adobe house was covered with dirt and debris. The ambushing gunman slowly slid down, leaving a trail of blood.

All around, mothers hugged their children tightly, men were on guard, and the elderly huddled in their houses. No one cared about what was happening...

Zhao Chuanxin was covered in wounds, but he killed and filmed along the way without getting hurt.

Until the Potala Palace...

(End of this chapter)