Dark clouds rolled up from the sky and piled up quickly, and the dark sky suddenly became gloomy.
The strong wind gradually began to blow, turning the plateau land into a patch of wind-swept grass. It swept across the mountains and rivers on this land, and countless rivers originated from here.
On the white snow-capped mountains, the holy water flows down, irrigating and nurturing countless lives. When the river reaches the lower reaches, it is no longer holy or gentle. It begins to surge and become turbid, but it also begins to have infinite vitality.
Nobility and coldness have never been in harmony with the tension of life. All things are born from the dirt of the earth, and those rolling in the mud are the masters of this land.
Pushed by the strong wind, dark clouds came from the horizon to the top of the head, until the entire sky was densely covered into a dark world.
A shrill howl circled in the sky, surrounded by a bloody aura.
This is a village behind Tubo, which is full of Bailan people. They have been conquered by Tubo for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, under the power of Tubo, they have lived a life like purgatory.
There was a flag hanging above the village. The pattern painted on it was a naked strange Buddha. He looked ugly, with spots on his body, as if stained with blood, and his eyes were fierce. He was stepping on the head of a succubus, holding a witch in his hand. Crying baby.
This is not the totem of the Bailan tribe, this is the flag of the Jokhang Temple, indicating that this place is being visited by the Tibetan people. For these small tribes, a visit by the Tubo people is equivalent to a disaster like an avalanche, or even worse.
The Bailan people are generally not tall, but have delicate skin, and there are many beautiful women in the tribe. Even the men have thin skin and tender flesh. They make a living by farming and occasionally hunting, but they fish from the groundwater in the caves. Outside the cave is their farmland, which grows some crops from the plateau.
Because although they are also on the plateau, they live in caves. The pools in the caves are like pieces of gemstones, emitting a faint blue luster. There are always many almost transparent fish swimming nimbly in the water, making a swaying sound. Circles of large and small ripples.
The erosion of underground water for countless years has formed a huge group of caves in the mountains. The caves are connected in all directions and are as dense as a spider web. Every sound echoes countless times in this closed space, making it difficult to tell where it is. The sound came.
Now there is no one left in the cave. They have all been driven out and are heavily surrounded in the stockade outside.
A strong and tall Tubo general rode a horse through the middle of the village. He looked at the Bailan man with his head lowered. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain. There was a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. If you look carefully, the beads They were all white human bones. They were made from the skulls taken from the thirty-six people he killed and polished.
"The great Buddha, the supreme leader, your master has ordered that all the people on the plateau must fight against evil spirits. All the men in your village have served as slave soldiers. Now, they all take up their weapons and follow you. Brave master, go and fight the evil spirits. The Buddha will see you and forgive you for your weakness and sins."
The Bailan people trembled. They didn't like to fight, let alone fight with the Han people, because deep down, they admired the Han people who also farmed but had an extremely powerful army. When the Han Dynasty was strong,
The Tubo general laughed ferociously and whipped a Bailan man on the head, causing him to howl in pain.
"In order to prevent some people from running away in the face of battle and being cowardly, today every ten people in your village will be killed. As for who to kill, you decide for yourself."
When Bai Lan heard that there were such cruel demands, he couldn't help but stay where he was.
The Tubo people had already begun to drive away the men in the village, forcing them into groups of ten and asking them to push one out to kill. There were not many people in the village, only about 300 men in total, and there were many old and weak children among them.
The remaining women and children were driven aside, and soon there was a shrill roar, accompanied by the Tubo people's hideous laughter and obscene sounds.
"What are you looking at? The heroic Tubo warriors are purifying their dirty bodies."
Some Bailan people couldn't help but look back, and the Tubo people yelled at them, asking them to quickly choose someone. Many times, it was the old people who stood up on their own. They knew that they were old and would not live long, so they were more willing to continue living.
hope for young people.
Even in this environment, the desire for the reproduction and continuation of the ethnic group is still engraved in the bones of the Bailan people.
The Bailan people who turned around were shattered by the sight in front of them. Their wives and daughters were being bullied and abused by the fat Tubo people.
Some people's necks have been twisted, and someone has a transparent knife stuck in their exposed chest, but their lower body is still being raped.
The Tubo people were killing so brutally right under their noses, but the Bailan people had no strength to resist. They couldn't even hold their fists tightly. Their minds felt numb as if they had been ripped out, and only tears of humiliation flowed down their faces.
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After hundreds of years of slavery, those who dare to resist are all dead. Numbness is the norm for most tribes. It is not that they have never resisted, but the monks of the Jokhang Temple are simply not something they can compete with.
The whips kept falling, like raindrops. The Tubo people never needed a reason to whip people. They struck them casually and counted whoever they hit. When these whips were struck, the people who were hit were bloody and bloody, and those with poor physical condition were killed on the spot.
Could die.
The Tubo people didn't care. As long as some women, children and children were left behind, these untouchable tribes would soon breed again and provide slaves for the noble Lords and noble monks of Tubo.
These untouchable slaves are like grass. Even if there are more cattle and sheep, they will not eat up all the grass.
The same scene has been playing out on this land for hundreds of years, and the cold wind on the plateau seems to have become commonplace. They roared and blew by, like an indifferent spectator——
On the road west of Tubo, countless slave soldiers were being driven to join the battle in Dami River. These slave soldiers came from different tribes, but their fates were mostly the same, and they were all equally miserable.
The battle on the front line was very urgent. With such brutal mobilization, the Tibetans had established a firm foothold and were ready to start a counterattack.
The slave soldiers they gathered will become brave warriors who are not afraid of death after being treated by the eminent monks of the Jokhang Temple. Although they will lose their consciousness, they completely obey the orders and are not afraid of pain or death at all.
The arrogant Tubo generals even formulated a plan to invade Chang'an. In their opinion, conquering Chang'an was much more interesting than ruling the roost on the plateau.
At this moment, in Chang'an City, a prestigious army of troops was gathering
