C4 Break down the castle

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Eight months later.

After hiding in the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi, Rong He Peng smoked a cigar, looked at the spoils of war in front of him, and nodded his head in satisfaction.

Although they had paid a heavy price, they had finally taken down the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi. From then on, on the way to Lhasa, who could resist the sharpness of the British Empire?

When Mai Ketangna came over to report the number of casualties, Rong He Peng felt his heart bleeding. Three thousand elites, nearly half of them died in battle, yet right now, in this ancient castle, his subordinates who were fully armed and well-equipped were actually soldiers who had been armed and had been held back for eight months with ancient machetes, spears, stones, and fireballs.

Every time they attacked the ancient fortress, although they could kill a few hundred of the hidden troops, they would have to sacrifice over a hundred of the British Army s.

Sard was licking the wound on his shoulder. This was left behind when he was fighting with the monk. The cold smile on Sard's face made people feel fear. Even the murderous Rong He Peng didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Half an hour ago, Sard had wrenched off the monk's head and pierced the monk's chest, pulling out the monk's heart. Naturally, Sard had also suffered some serious injuries.

The Ancient Castle of Jiangzi's masters were all beaten into a sieve by the dozens of British Army s, and their entire bodies were filled with bullet holes. The British Army's people did not have the slightest sympathy for this old man, because it was he, the leader of the Hidden Soldiers, who had resolutely resisted, causing the British Army to suffer heavy casualties.

In the end, the master did not manage to wait for the reinforcements from the Fudan s stationed at the yamen. In fact, there were no reinforcements at all.

Because the British Army had cut off their supplies, the hidden soldiers trapped in the ancient fortress ran out of food. Seeing that the British Army was about to attack the entire castle again, the master took the initiative to open the gates, and led the last two hundred or so hidden soldiers out of the fortress to fight against the nearly two thousand British Army s.

Such a battle was basically a suicide. When they had first entered the battle, they had never planned to return alive.

The High Monk of the Zashreb Temple fought with the young man named Sard for a long time, but in the end, he was no match for the mysterious and vicious Sard. His head was wrenched off, and he died with his eyes wide open. After the Golden Body was broken, he could no longer withstand Sard's fierce attacks. When he was exhausted, Sard broke his neck, and then his soul was devoured by Sard.

The Ancient Castle of Jiangzi did indeed have a large amount of gold, silver, treasure and Buddhist works of art. These items were precisely the main targets of Rong He Peng's expedition into Tibet.

After finding out about the British Army's concealment, the surrounding temples, rich families and others all placed their valuables inside the ancient fortress, hoping to receive the protection of the ancient fortress. Unexpectedly, the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi was not able to withstand the British Army's barrage of fire in the end, which saved Rong He Peng a lot of trouble, because all the treasures in the surrounding area were gathered here, so as to avoid the trouble of plundering them again.

What he coveted was the entire hidden realm. Thinking about this mysterious land, when he thought about how their British Empire's Rice Banner was about to be planted, he could not help but be ecstatic — — Compared to the great Columbus and Magellan, he was not much worse.

"Sard, how do you feel?" To be able to take down the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi, Sard had to contribute greatly. He knew that Sard had the ability to kill him without making a sound.

"Major, I'm fine, but I need to rest for a few days. How about this, let's take a rest in Ancient Castle of Jiangzi for a week and then continue moving forward for a week. There are many temples in the post-Tibetan area, we are not in a hurry to reach Lhasa, first we need to search around. Sard said.

Jung He-peng nodded seriously. He knew what Sard had said was true. Sard had never said so much before, so much, and it proved that there was something in the area that could threaten Sard, could threaten the entire army.

As he counted the spoils of war, Rong was deeply attracted by the castle's masterpiece of Buddhism and the stunning Don Ka. He had never thought that there would be a religion that could produce such exquisite works of art. In comparison, the works of European civilization and the Renaissance were simply crude and crude.

Rong was impressed by the mysterious Tibetan Buddhism, but he did not have any heart of repentance. What he admired was the art of Tibetan Buddhism, not the Buddhism itself.

As the hero of Xizang Tong, he had finally achieved the most glorious achievement of his life in this ancient land...

He probably didn't know that his name had already spread far and wide in the future. People called him — "Xue Yue Butcher" Rongcheng!

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At this time, in Lhasa, inside the Qing emperor's residence, Fu Changqing was reading the report that he had received.

The dignified Fu Changqing frowned. He never thought that the British Army would have such ambitions and strength.

Fu Changqing was only in his early twenties, but he was actually a minister appointed by the Qing emperor, a very impressive name. Although he was a minister in charge of the Qing emperor's affairs, he felt very helpless about it — even though he was one of the ministers in charge of the Qing emperor's affairs, the power he had was still quite limited.

When he reported to the imperial government that the British Army had invaded Tibet, it was said that the British was not to be trifled with and that martial arts could be negotiated.

Many times, he took the initiative to submit and request to personally enter the British Army, but all of those requests were ruthlessly rejected. However, as an official, without his orders, he was unable to mobilize the many garrison troops stationed at the underground. If he were to take out an unknown master, he might be bitten by someone else and become the victim of a political battle. What if the other party were to say that he was secretly mobilizing some important troops to rebel?

Therefore, he could only sullenly choose to stay in his own residence in the yamen. Every day, he anxiously waited for the report of the battle that would come later.

The continuous loss of several important towns made him unable to eat or sleep. He could not wait to grow wings and immediately fly to the front lines to fight the golden-haired, blue-eyed devils from the west to protect the snow-covered lands under his rule.

"As the official in charge of the imperial government, I, as the official in charge of the stronghold of the imperial government, saw how the powerhouses of the West had taken over my people and killed them. However, I could only hide here without moving an arm. Unfilial descendant Fu Changqing, what face do you have to face the ancestors! "

Fu Changqing cried bitterly on the ground. He hated himself for not being able to stand out and fight in the battlefield and reappear in the glory of his ancestors.

In front of Fu Changqing was a spirit tablet, and on it was written "Elder Fu Kang An's seat".

Fu Changqing, a descendant of Fukang'an, was an important official in the Qianlong period of the Daqing. He had pacified Jinchuan, pacified Gansu Province, suppressed the Linshenwen incident in Taiwan, defended the Gurcra war in Tibet, started the Miao Dynasty, and made outstanding contributions to the preservation of national sovereignty and territorial integrity. He had also participated in the formulation of the "Kindling Regulations for the Good of Tibet" and the "Jin Shui Ji" system, making great contributions to the consolidation of political relations between the Daqing and Tibet, safeguarding the reunification of the motherland and strengthening national unity.

The current Fu Changqing, when he thought of Fu Kangan, the person who was completely loyal to his country, and felt that he had no means to return the favor to his country. He could not help but feel sorrowful, and he knelt down in front of Fu Kangan's memorial tablet and cried into the darkness …

Of course, after crying, he was still Fu Changqing. He was the Fudan who was stationed at the hidden yamen, the minister who was sent by the Qing Court to be in charge of the treatment of the hidden matters.

Thinking up to here, Fu Changqing could not help but think, if this country that was troubled internally and externally could be more chaotic, could the Emperor allow him to freely spread his big plans?

Guilty... As an official, how could he have such outrageous thoughts?

Fu Changqing immediately threw his thoughts out of his mind and kowtowed three times towards his ancestor Fu Kang An's spirit tablet.

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On the North Tibetan Steppe, two men sat shoulder to shoulder on the slightly withered yellow prairie.

The man on the left had a fair skin and was wearing a suit. It was Lang Ka, holding a "aldo" in his hand, he skillfully rolled a small rock into the center of the aldo's diamond-shaped pouch and quickly waved the aldo's rope, waiting for the inertia to accelerate before he threw the small rock away. The rock flew very far away and accurately hit the edge of a group of sheep.

The aldo was a traditional method used by the Tibetan herdsmen to drive sheep, it was a kind of rope that was around one meter long, woven from wool. In the middle of the rope, there was a small rhombus pocket to hold the rocks, and at one end, there was a small ring around the finger. The other end was grasped in one hand, and after rolling up the rocks, it would release the other end and quickly use its inertia to speed up the rocks on the middle of the herds, accelerating to a certain extent, and throwing rocks to drive away the sheep. Experienced herdsmen could wave their aldo vigorously and accurately, hitting a target a hundred steps away.

And right now, when Lang Ka brandished the sword, the target was at least 500 steps away from him.

The handsome man on the right side, whose face was flushed red, hastily clapped. "You really don't know how to talk back, don't you teach me?"

This was Yu Xianhe with his Shandong dialect.

Lang Ka shook his head: "Some things are dependent on talent. Although you are proficient in cultivation and have mastered the basics of cultivation in a short eight months, you are incapable in training this kind of aldo."

Yu Xianhe did not comment, she laid down comfortably on the grass, holding a dead grass in her mouth, she looked at the blue sky above her head and fell silent.

Lang Ka did not say much. In these eight months, he had been together with Yu Xianhe day and night, so he naturally knew what Yu Xianhe was thinking about.

In Yu Xianhe's words, "That old woman, Yang Jin, his butt is really big. Last time, I, Mu, performed well and called her * (Neng Ge 4 sounds), I have to call her * * next time."

Yu Xianhe was brooding over the fact that she had been beaten up by Lhasa Central Gold when she first came to the hidden grounds.

On the other hand, he was even more curious about Lang Ka's background. In his opinion, this guy in front of him who couldn't suntan no matter what, actually didn't have a soul. It was simply inconceivable, and in this long of a time, he had never seen Lang Ka use any skills.

Once, Yu Xianhe used her spirit binding technique on two little imps, and sent some imps to probe Lang Ka's abilities. However, after the two little imps found out that their target was Lang Ka, they did not care about how strong their spirit binding techniques were, and even risked their lives to not listen to's commands — — Of course, he had no enmity with the little imps, and she would not let their souls scatter just because she was disobedient. During the time the two little imps resisted, he let the little imps go.

No matter how he asked, Lang Ka had never talked about her background. However, there were times where Lang Ka would sit on the grass by himself, feeling lost and lost, not knowing what to think. At that time, Yu Xianhe felt that Lang Ka was extremely lonely, and was not willing to communicate with him.

Maybe, Yang Jin would know Lang Ka's story? Yu Xianhe couldn't help but think, but she didn't dare to actually go and confront Yang Jin. That night's experience was like a nightmare to him, although she had gotten the chance to learn the cultivation path of the Mizon from the books Lang Ka had collected during this period of time, adding on to it with her previous sect's foundation, her progress was extremely fast, but he was clear that her own cultivation was far from enough to be able to defeat the Lhasa.

In Lang Ka's opinion, Yu Xianhe was a good guy. She had been alone for so many years, and now that she had a brother to accompany him, she felt quite satisfied.

From Yu Xianhe's appearance, she should become a grandmaster within a hundred years.

However, with Yu Xianhe's personality, would she be able to live past the age of a hundred in this strange and unpredictable martial arts world?

This was not a good sign, at the same time, he was also a little anxious. Ye Guan knew that the peaceful days in the hidden grounds would not last for long, and there seemed to be a war and a massacre in the south. He should have gone to stop them, but he really could not leave, and could not be at ease letting Yu Xianhe go alone.