Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 217: Become a fisherman and fish alone in Shannan (Part )
"Tianxian Langkazi was captured so quickly?" Narisong, the fierce general of Huite, stared at the snow-capped mountains in the distance one after another, sighing repeatedly. The Great Khan had suffered losses here. Qiangba, the subordinate of Zangba Khan, Kelsang led four thousand troops to defend against the danger, but he did not expect that he would easily capture it.

There is nothing surprising. Qiangpa Kelsang did not expect that the Mongolian army would easily capture Lingsiben Village and attack behind him. A slight negligence on the battlefield would cost him blood!
After capturing Lingsiben stronghold, Suletan led an army of 30,000 to attack Shigatse, and ordered his favorite general Narisong to lead an army of 10,000 to attack Shannan. The first battle was fought brilliantly, with more than 300 casualties and more than 3,000 enemies wiped out. However, Narisong was a cautious person. Although he was very satisfied with the results of the victory, he did not dare to take any credit or be arrogant.

"Commander, the last general has fulfilled his mission and beheaded the enemy general Qiangpa Kelsang here." Renbengpa Ngawang Jikezhak walked into the tent with his head in hand, his brows filled with excitement that could not be concealed.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Zongben. You have made great contributions this time. First you contributed to Siben Village, and now you have made great contributions. I will definitely go to the meeting to ask for your credit." Narisong smiled slightly and said: What a general strives for is to achieve military exploits and gain the title of wife and son. Among the 10,000 soldiers and horses on his expedition to Shannan this time, there were only 4,000 Mongolian troops. The other 6,000 were chieftain soldiers and surrendered troops from various places, and they had to be recruited and used for their own use.

"Thank you so much, Marshal", Ngawang Ji Kezak was overjoyed.

Seeing that he had achieved his first victory, the chieftain of Dege, Tenba Tsering, the chieftain of Yutong, Tanhan Zakba, and the chieftain of Zanla, Bu'er Jixi, all asked for battle.

Well, military morale is available! Risong nodded secretly that day, but issued a military order, "Pass the commander's military order that the army will camp in Langkazi. Each general will restrain his subordinates and not disturb the people."

"Commander, why is this?"

"Yes, our army has been victorious in consecutive battles. Why don't we attack Shannan in one go?"

All the generals were puzzled.

Risong waved his hand and said, "This is the order of the Great Khan. The Great Khan has ordered that the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman benefits. We must be fishermen, not snipe and clam."

Among the thirteen sects in the snowy area, Cuona sect is the most beautiful, meaning "in front of the lake". However, the most beautiful thing here is not the lake, but the endless seabuckthorn forest.

These sea buckthorn trees are nearly five feet tall and one and a half feet thick at their thickest. They are densely distributed along the Niangmu River Valley and are very spectacular. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle, like ghosts talking. Therefore, the locals call them "Raxin", which means the soul tree, the tree to which the soul is attached.

The four-legged dragon flag danced in the wind, and the Bhutanese army launched a desperate charge against the soldiers of the Hall family stationed in the Nyam River Valley and the monks of the two great monks Bawo and Pasang Wangbu. The Bhutanese army numbered 10,000, while their enemy had only 6,000, giving them a numerical advantage. But the enemy occupied a high place in the river valley and was condescending. Soldiers fell one after another, but they could not capture it.

"Om mani padme hum", the God of Thunder Ngawang Namgyi recited the six-character mantra to save his subordinates who died in the battle.

"Xia Zhong, the enemy is defending according to the danger, and the last general requests to use the firearms battalion to attack the mountain," General Rumesepo requested. This general is the military god of Bhutan. When Zangba Khan Xinshaba Denjong Wangpo conquered Bhutan twice, this man fought desperately, defeated the enemy and saved the country.

When Portuguese missionary Kassela and others visited Bhutan, the Bhutanese army obtained a large amount of ammunition, muskets, artillery, telescopes and other materials from the Portuguese, and established a specialized firearms battalion. This is also the reason why weak Bhutan was able to defeat the powerful Tishezangba army twice in a row.

"Yes," the great monk Ngawang Nanji widened his eyes and roared, "I will summon the divine dragon and draw the thunder from the sky to cheer up the army."

Hearing that the great monk was going to cast a spell to summon the dragon, the Bhutanese army, which had suffered a decline in morale due to heavy casualties, revived. Everyone in Bhutan knows that the Great Master is the reincarnation of the four-legged dragon god, who has the power to summon dragons and draw thunder. With his method, this battle will be won! More than a dozen artillery pieces were pushed to the front of the formation. This Fran cannon was not very powerful but had a fast rate of fire. The shells were fired towards the hillside, and the rumble shook the heaven and earth. Wasn't it just thunder?
The mountains are steep and there are many sea buckthorn trees, which blocked most of the artillery shells and shrapnel, causing minimal casualties to the defenders.

"Bah~bah~bah~"

Five hundred fire muskets were fired upwards. This musketeer team, trained according to the tactics of the Franco Army, was the weapon of the Bhutanese army. If they fought on flat ground, they would definitely cause heavy casualties to the enemy. However, the endless seabuckthorn trees all over the mountains and plains were talismans for the defenders, and most of the bullets were blocked by the branches.

Because they believed that the loud noise made by the shells was the dragon helping them, the morale of the Bhutanese army was high. They formed a small group of ten and a large group of hundreds, and launched another charge towards the hills on both sides of the valley.

"Bamboo (Dragon) ~ Bamboo (Dragon) ~ Bamboo (Dragon) ~"

The Bhutanese soldiers marched forward shouting "Dragon". Their great guru was the reincarnation of a four-legged divine dragon, and they were naturally sons and grandsons of the dragon. By calling, they forgot the fear of death, and each of them regarded death as if they had been given the blood of a dragon.

"Okay! The military spirit is available!" Shenlong Ngawang Nanji put down the telescope excitedly. This thing was given to him by the Portuguese missionary back then. It can see extremely far and is very useful for commanding operations.

"Warriors, I order you to defend your homeland," the great monk Pasang Wangbu shouted, raising stones with both hands and throwing them down hard. Although he is cynical, he is still a descendant of the Hall family and is willing to risk his life to protect the family.

"My sons, we have no retreat. Behind you is the Luozha Sect!" Monk Bawo also roared and fired his crossbow. This kind of crossbow has a short range, but it is extremely lethal when used in mountainous areas. Although monks are compassionate, there are times when they need to slay demons. This is his territory, and he can only defend it with blood.

Seeing the two compassionate monks personally going to the battlefield to kill demons, the morale of the defenders was greatly boosted, and they all fought bravely to kill the enemy.

One after another, Bhutanese soldiers were shot down, knocked down or chopped down, and were laid to rest in patches in the Nyam River Valley.

"Uh~"

Ngawang Namgyi put down his telescope in pain, and it was clearly visible in the lens that a defender actually rolled into the Nyamu River holding a Bhutanese warrior. This style of fighting to the death deeply shocked Shenlong, and he finally understood how terrifying the enemy he faced was! How can an army defeat them if they are not afraid of death?
"Zha Zhong, our army has suffered too many casualties. The general requested to temporarily stop the attack and set up camp first, waiting for the arrival of our allies." General Rumesepo made a suggestion.

"Waiting for allies? You mean the Mongols?"

Ngawang Nanji sighed and said slowly: "The Mongols are fighting fiercely with Zangba Khan in Shigatse and may not be able to support us. I hope they keep their word!"

(End of this chapter)