Fang Ming admired the ingenious design of the castle. Zhu Xiaoyao frowned and said, "The defense is so tight, how can we get in?"
"Wait!" Fang Ming looked at the sky. The sky was dim and pale, with large swaths of flying snow covering everything, leaving only a bone-chilling chill.
Night was the best time to take action, with the temperature reaching minus 25 degrees Celsius. The soldiers who were keeping watch hid in the watchtowers, heated up the kangs, and spent the night eating highland barley wine and cooked beef.
Fang Ming and his party went to the watchtowers separately, and they used extremely skilled killing techniques to kill the guards without leaving any trace.
Things went surprisingly smoothly. Although this place was dangerous, under such bad weather, no one could have imagined that there would be a surprise attack by a powerful enemy.
The guards died very happily. Their throats were directly shattered by the internal strength of the Vajra Iron Fist, and they could not make any sound.
"Rust!" More than a dozen ropes hung from the wall. More than fifty elite warriors outside the city climbed up and soon entered the outer city.
Aiolia directed the soldiers to assemble the weapons, and a few minutes later more than a dozen mortars were assembled.
Fang Ming slashed his arm: "Fire!"
The roar of the artillery shells was like thunder breaking through the dark night sky.
In the darkness, the miserable howls of countless lamas resounded through the sky. They ran out of the room in panic, only to be pierced by ruthless sniper rifles.
There was blood and mutilated limbs everywhere, and the whole scene was completely like Shura Hell.
Amidst the deafening sound of artillery fire, Fang Ming and Fang Wenqiang pulled out their sabers and pierced the inner city wall.
The two of them carefully observed that there were gaps between the stones in the city wall, which could be used to climb up. The deafening artillery fire disrupted the enemy's layout and became the best cover for the two of them.
Climbing up the city wall, the two quickly rushed into a house and rolled onto the beam like a civet cat, motionless.
In the darkness, a burly lama walked out and calmly directed his men to fight back.
This lama was the Great Lama Deb. Fang Ming and Fang Wenqiang looked at each other and slowly took out their sniper rifles.
The two sides launched an attack at this time, and dense rain of bullets shuttled back and forth, forming a brilliant fire network. The roaring artillery fire was the best cover for the sniper, and Fang Wenqiang was the first to pull the trigger.
Large-caliber sniper bullets pierced the dark night. The moment the bullets came close, Deb was horrified and he rolled on the spot.
Deb's speed was very fast, and the body-protecting Qigong was released immediately. Fang Wenqiang's bullet was embedded in his muscles, causing hot pain. Deb did not stop, he kept rolling forward, doing standard tactical dodges.
Soon Deb rolled under the wall of the corridor, kicked his feet suddenly, and jumped into the air, his two pistols spraying fire.
Fang Wenqiang had already left the beam, and Fang Ming, who had been holding his breath, pulled the trigger.
The bullet accurately hit Deb's head. His Tianling Cap was opened by the large-caliber bullet, and his blood was everywhere.
Countless Tibetan lamas panicked, and the Fang brothers took the opportunity to command their troops to kill the enemy and quickly captured the inner city.
After smashing the door of the warehouse and taking out the gasoline, the mountain of supplies was soon engulfed in a sea of flames.
The blazing fire soared into the sky, becoming the most heartwarming scenery on a cold winter night. Fang Ming stood in front of the fire, a smile blooming on his stern face.
"Evacuate!" Fang Ming waved his hand, and the group took advantage of the chaos and left Yang'erpo.
The sky was full of wind and snow, and the group of people quickly retreated. When they were ten miles away, there was a sudden loud noise behind them.
Countless artillery shells poured down, and the city wall of Yangerpo had turned into a sea of flames.
Dawa's counterattack was quick and brutal. He focused several heavy weapons on Yang'erpo and blasted them violently, trying to bury Fang Ming and his party on the spot.
The method was so ruthless and beyond everyone's imagination. Zhu Xiaoyao wiped the cold sweat from his head and was glad that he retreated in time, otherwise he would have been buried in the artillery fire by now.
The most important thing now is to get to Tianfeng Snow Valley as soon as possible and meet Sangpa Rinpoche there - the summer palace is built on the mountain and stretches for several miles. The entire palace is like an eagle with spread wings perched on the top of the snow mountain.
The summer palace covers an area of thousands of acres and has tens of thousands of houses. In the central hall, a lama of medium height and wearing a yellow hat is pacing in the hall counting beads.
This lama is the god spoken by millions of separatists in southern Tibet—the supreme Living Buddha Dawa!
As a god in the hearts of believers in southern Tibet, Dawa Living Buddha has firmly engaged in separatist activities. In his opinion, decades have passed and the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs has not been able to come up with any effective countermeasures except "protests" and "serious protests"
Means. Dawa has been dealing with the Chinese government for decades, and he is sure that the other party will not take action against him. After all, the summer palace is close to India, and if it is not done well, it may cause diplomatic disputes.
Tonight is truly a shameful day.
Dawa knew the importance of Yang'erpo, so he deployed heavy troops in Yang'erpo, but something happened.
What is the problem? Dawa frowned and concentrated. At this time, a short and fat lama came in from the corridor. Seeing Dawa, the short and fat lama saluted respectfully and said: "Living Buddha, a group of mysterious people attacked Yang'erpo.
They retreated quickly!"
Dawa's expression changed again. When Yangerpo was attacked, he immediately chose to bombard him with heavy artillery. He spent tens of thousands of tons of supplies, but he also wanted to blow the opponent into pieces and never survive.
The opponent's speed is beyond his imagination. Who are they?
"Sangjieb, how is the summer palace?"
Sangjieb is the general manager of the Summer Palace and controls every inch of the place. He is sixty years old and has served two generations of living Buddhas. He is as familiar with the Summer Palace as he is with his own body.
Sangjieb reacted very quickly. While organizing a counterattack, he ordered the closure of all exits, warehouses and main roads of the Summer Palace, and conducted a thorough inspection. The only thing that had changed was the Lotus Cave located in the back mountain of the Summer Palace.
Dawa put away the beads and walked quickly towards the Lotus Cave. Sangjieb followed him with a cautious look on his face.
We walked through the corridors, corridors, and finally came to the stone stairs at the back mountain.
The stone staircase is very dangerous and drops almost straight. From a distance, it looks like a jade belt hanging under the sky.
Dawa quickly climbed up the stone stairs. It took only a few minutes to cross the hard and slippery stone stairs and reach the top of the mountain.
At the top of the mountain is a protruding cliff, shaped like a giant ape sitting with its knees crossed. There is a stone cave on the neck of the giant ape.
This cave is a sacred forbidden area of the Dawa lineage. This cave is where Master Padmasambhava, the leader of the Tibetan Tantric Sect, meditates. The surroundings of the cave are densely covered with various mudras and prohibitions, which are all Master Padmasambhava's experience of practicing Taoism in those years.
When Dawa stole the entire summer palace, only the Lotus Cave could not be opened. Before his death, Takashi Tulku noticed something strange about his disciples and taught Sangpa Rinpoche the secret of opening the cave.
Now, the stone cave suddenly opened, and the stone wall was covered in white, as if someone had chiseled it away.
Yes, the stone wall was smashed down.
Master Padmasambhava is a great master with great supernatural powers. The stone cave he used for practice left behind valuable experiences in Tibetan secret cultivation. With these experiences, one will reach the pinnacle of Dzogchen and transcend life and death without falling into reincarnation.
For Buddhists, these experiences are supreme classics.
Over the years, Dawa has been looking for his senior brother Sampa Rinpoche, and has listed this mountain wall as a forbidden area, in order to one day witness this magical classic.
Everything happened so suddenly, Dawa's dream was shattered in an instant. He stood in the cave, and the howling cold wind poured in, picking up debris on the ground and hitting his face painfully.
Dawa's eyes turned from brown to red, and he looked like an angry beast: "Trace Samba's whereabouts immediately and tell me as soon as possible!"