Chapter six hundred and sixty-eight is just a word
In the Brahmin Temple of Qunv City, dozens of monks sit in the grottoes on both sides, listening to the elders sitting in the center of the hall talking about sacrifices. The knowledge transfer of Brahmanism has the color of primitive religion. It is usually mouth-to-mouth and heart-to-heart.
The heart is passed down from family to family. The monks are all relatives. This huge group is equivalent to the five surname families in the Tang Dynasty, but the stability and mystery of the religion also make them more stable than the nobles.
In order to maintain their status forever, all knowledge transmission by Brahmins is completed by mouth to mouth and will not be recorded in writing. Without them, religion cannot be maintained and laws related to doctrine cannot be formulated.
They consciously prevented the spread of knowledge, making Indian historical materials appear extremely pale and empty. Except for the Japanese and foreign rule periods, the entire Indian history cannot leave a single word to future generations. When modern historians study ancient Indian history
At that time, we could only look for the history records recorded by their invaders. At the same time, we also obtained the historical records and customs of the Harsha Dynasty and Maurya Dynasty from Xuanzang's Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty.
"That's all I'm talking about today, please go down."
A monk hurried into the hall and shouted excitedly: "The God of War is coming, Balaji is coming!"
The elder looked startled, then a smile appeared on his eyebrows, and then he quickly calmed down and asked seriously: "How many soldiers did he bring?"
"Only six Kshatriya generals and himself."
When everyone heard this, their mood suddenly darkened again, and the elder stood up and said loudly: "Very good! One Kshatriya is worth a hundred Vaishyas, and ten thousand Sudras. One Bagira is worth
It is as powerful as the entire Indian army! He will definitely be able to recapture the city of Qunu from the enemy and drive them all out of North India."
Some people were worried and said sadly: "Bajra leads a few people. How can he defeat the nearly ten thousand Tang army in the city?"
Someone stood up and said energetically: "Balaji is none other than the God of War. He once captured a city by himself, and once killed an army by himself. He has been blessed by God!"
"He only defeated our own troops, but these Tang troops are foreign troops. I'm afraid the oracle will be useless."
"How could it be?" The elder confidently encouraged everyone: "He has not only received the oracle, he is also the incarnation of Shiva. The god will give him strength. Any army that comes to North India will be affected by him.
Defeated by the blessed divine power!”
Many monks are gradually becoming more confident, thinking that such a scene will really happen, but this is already nonsense, and they cannot be completely blamed for their short-sightedness. These people live in temples all day long, just like what we call high-ranking temples.
Above all, I have never seen or heard it with my own eyes or ears. I only have such thoughts based on my imagination and belief in religious gods.
After the elder was happy, he felt a little dissatisfied. Some things were probably irreparable. Bagira should be able to take back the city, but he might not be able to wipe out all the Tang troops. All the gold in the temple would be wasted.
What made him even more regretful was that the girls they had picked from various places to serve as temple prostitutes and saints were ruined by a group of barbarians from the east. He was a mysophobic person, both mentally and physically.
He couldn't accept it physically, so it really hurt him and he wanted to kill these bastards with a thousand knives.
He narrowed his vicious eyes and looked at the women washing clothes by the ditch outside the hall door. Another elder beside him saw what the great elder was thinking and whispered in his ear: "A few days ago,
Some of these bitches even screamed when they were having sex with the Sogdians in the Tang army. They were really mean. What's the use of keeping them here? Is it just to dangle in front of our eyes to cause trouble? "
The elder nodded gloomily: "Then send a few people to hang them one by one and put them on the Ganges River for cremation."
"I'll send someone to do it right away."
Just as the second elder was about to turn around and leave, the elder stopped him again: "Wait a minute, wait until Bagira captures the city."
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The North Indian military god pulled down the mask on his chest and took out his swords from his waist. Male hormones evaporated in his body, like a male peacock that began to show its glory. Behind him were six warriors who were loyal to him.
Dili warriors were distributed on his left and right, like the wings of a peacock.
He let out an angry roar, whipped his horse, and the horse gradually sped up. The horse's hooves hit the ground rhythmically, causing his body to rise and fall rhythmically.
The deputy general leaned into Zhao Congfang's ear and asked, "Do you want me to take someone down to meet the enemy outside the city gate?"
"Is that necessary?" Zhao Congfang said playfully: "To survive from Feng Changqing, you must have strong armor, strong personal combat power, and great command skills. Let me shoot arrows on the top of the city and kill them all.
Shoot to death."
The soldiers on the top of the city drew their long bows. Zhao Congfang looked back and said angrily: "Don't use long bows. Don't you see that they are big and thick? We should use big ones to greet us and take the siege beds we carry."
The crossbows and Fuyuan crossbows are set up."
Two crossbowmen sat on both sides of Fuyuan's crossbow, using their waist strength to string it. They used a steering wheel-like axle to pull the bed crossbow, set up arrows, and the deputy general waved his hand and gave the order: "Shoot!"
The arrow shaft as thick as a child's arm shot out of the air, drawing a parabola and shooting towards Bagira. He waved his soft sword and stuck it on the arrow shaft. He just missed the arrow slightly and ducked sideways. The arrow shaft
Nailed to the ground behind him, his tail feathers were still trembling slightly.
He looked back at the arrow shaft and was startled, but he still charged forward on his horse. The soldiers around him were taken away by the crossbows one by one. Bagheera still ignored it and seemed to be using his last bravery.
To achieve success. He seemed to see the enemy general standing on the city wall, looking at him with admiration and shock. He must have never seen anyone as brave and fearless as him in the world. Yes, they used to
All he encountered were nothing more than wine and rice sacks. He was the only real hero. He wanted to use the most shocking method to break their city. He wanted to capture the enemy's generals from the tens of thousands of troops and force them to agree in a heroic way.
retreat.
This was something that he alone could do, something that an Aryan almost godly general could do.
His galloping horse had already approached the city head, and arrow shafts kept passing by him. He could see clearly with his eyes that the enemy was more than thirty feet away from him. He suddenly pulled something from his arms.
He took out the cat's paw, holding the rope and spinning it in the air, and then threw it towards the city head. The cat's paw hung on the city wall. The next second he pulled it with both hands, and the Indian Army God jumped up from his horse, and with the huge pull
We are about to attack the city.
The general of the Tang Army actually smiled and took the crossbow from someone else and held it flat in his hand. He was so frightened by his own actions that even the bed crossbow and Fuyuan crossbow couldn't do anything to him.
No matter the bow, he didn't need to dodge and scratch his shoulder.
But in the next moment, the arrow hit his chest, but did not penetrate the iron armor. He sneered and pulled the arrow shaft, but found that his hand made a chirping sound, as if it was rapidly igniting. Although he didn't understand what it was.
thing, but I also suddenly felt a crisis.
Boom! The arrow shaft has exploded into a ball of fire.1603464965