Chapter 163 Between chatting and laughing, the rebels are annihilated!
The only Catholic church in Tibet has a "ladder" shape on the outside, which is a common style of Tibetan houses. The interior decoration is a typical Gothic high vault, and the ceiling is covered with murals with biblical themes.
The brothers were all invited by the enthusiastic villagers in the village. Wang Hengyue entered the church and received the warmest hospitality from Father Yard.
I originally thought that what the priest treated me to was Western food, but I didn’t expect that it was also Tibetan food.
"I have been here for nineteen years, and I feel like I am a part of it." Father Yard explained: "When I first came here, I was not used to eating water cakes and drinking oil tea, so I lost a lot of weight.
. But gradually, I found that not only could I accept the food here, but I also fell in love with it. Maybe I won’t be used to it when I return to France.”
The priest's Chinese language is very pure. If it weren't for his foreign face, you might think he is a local.
As for Margaret, her full name is Margaret Ruowei. She is nineteen years old. She came to Chengdu from France a year ago and then came here again.
The reason is very simple. Margaret is the niece of Father Yarde. Of course, she also has another identity. Dujean, the French acting deputy consul in Chengdu, is her uncle.
Wang Hengyue felt a little confused because these were all relatives.
"I told you, Margaret, it's very unsafe here, and there could be unrest at any time." Father Yarde was obviously very worried about his niece's safety: "You should go back to Chengdu as soon as possible, it will be safe there."
Margaret was not worried: "I will go back, but I don't think it is dangerous here. General Wang is already here, what do we have to worry about?"
"I also hope you can return to Chengdu." Wang Hengyue said: "We will leave soon, but those rebels will not give up and will come back again."
Margaret was a little curious: "The government's troops have come to suppress the rebellion. The rebels will definitely be defeated, so what do you need to worry about?"
Wang Hengyue was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.
Are you telling her that your government is not yet capable of driving all foreign aggressive forces and rebel leaders out of Tibet?
Unless you wait until the day when your country becomes truly powerful, you can do it
At this time, gunfire suddenly came from outside, and then it became more intensive. Father Yard and Margaret suddenly became nervous.
Wang Hengyue didn't seem to hear it at all, and took a sip of sulla tea: "Well, I drank it last time to cross Danda Mountain, but to be honest, I'm really not used to it."
"General, are the rebels coming again?" Father Yard asked worriedly.
Wang Hengyue put a piece of mutton in his mouth and did not answer at all: "The mutton is indeed good. The Tibetan people in Yunnan have a delicious way of eating it. After they sew the pork ribs, they add a heavy stone plate to press it, which is called 'pipa meat'. When eating, it is a circle
Cut off the rings, steam them and cut them with a knife. The color is waxy yellow, fragrant but not greasy. Father Yarde, you can try it when you are free."
Father Yard and Margaret looked at each other, and then there was another explosion, but Wang Hengyue remained indifferent.
What's wrong with this general? Can't you hear the gunshots and explosions outside? Don't you know something is going on outside?
After a while, Yang Sen walked in: "Report, a small group of rebels are attacking."
"I know." Wang Hengyue cut off a piece of mutton and threw it to Yang Sen: "How does it taste?"
Yang Sen put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while: "It's okay, it would be better if you have some wine to drink."
Wang Hengyue didn't even look back: "Drive the rebels away and exchange your head for a bowl of wine!"
"Yes!" Yang Sen saluted, turned around and strode out.
"General, are you really not worried?" Father Yard asked dumbfounded.
"Worried?" Wang Hengyue smiled faintly: "Why should I worry? If some rebels make me afraid, how can I fight? Father Yarde, we just sit here, the rebels will be dealt with by my soldiers.
Our job is to fill our bellies."
Wang Hengyue's calm and unhurried appearance obviously greatly encouraged Father Yalde.
The sound of gunshots and explosions continued to be heard outside, but Wang Hengyue said nothing. Instead, he talked enthusiastically about delicious food from various places.
The priest and Margaret finally felt relieved. From China to France, from France to England, they discussed the delicacies from almost every place. They even wondered whether they were from China.
I debated for a long time whether the food is the best in the world or whether the French food is the best in the world.
The sound of gunfire gradually died down, and then Yang Sen came in again: "Report, all the rebels were repulsed, thirty-eight were killed, nine were captured, and two of us were wounded!"
"I know." Wang Hengyue responded smoothly, and then raised his voice: "Father, let me tell you, when it comes to food, France is really not as good as China."
"Report to Hengshuai and kill thirty-eight!" Yang Sen repeated loudly.
"I know, what kind of achievement is killing thirty-eight rebels?" Wang Hengyue, who was arguing enthusiastically, turned his head and asked strangely.
Yang Sen was immediately very dissatisfied: "Hengshuai just said, a bowl of wine for one head!"
"Ah, Heng Yue looked at the table, slightly embarrassed: "Go outside and find thirty-eight bowls of wine, I don't even have enough here!"
"After all, he is the leader of a division, but he still brings such a scoundrel" Yang Sen walked out with "contempt".
"There is no proper discipline, no proper discipline." Wang Hengyue said with a smile.
"King, you are an amazing general!" Father Yarde said seriously: "I have seen many generals. As soon as the gunfire rings, they feel like they are facing a powerful enemy, but you are full of confidence in your troops and know that
They will definitely win. I firmly believe that your troops will succeed."
Wang Hengyue waved his hand carelessly: "What's the point of fighting the rebels? You France claims to have a strong army. Only when my army surpasses yours one day will you have some success. It's like the Chinese national cuisine is far better than French food.
reason!"
"No, French food is better than [Chinese] national food!"
Father Alder, who had been so impressed just now, suddenly became stubborn.
The two of them argued for most of the night, slamming the table when they were agitated, and quarreling with glaring eyebrows. Those who didn't know the truth thought that Sino-French negotiations were going on here.
Margaret looked at the two of them with interest. Although she could not understand a word of the Chinese they spoke, she knew what they were arguing about.
It's really interesting. One is a general who remains unmoved in the face of the enemy, and the other is a priest who should have a peaceful attitude, but the two of them are quarreling like children over their country's dishes.
The sun rose, and Wang Hengyue yawned and walked out.
The sun shines on my body, making it warm.
Tibetans who get up early in the morning always clasp their hands respectfully to express their gratitude when they see their savior.
The traces of the fighting last night are still there, bullet holes can be seen everywhere, and if you sniff hard, you can still smell the smell of blood in the air.
I looked up and saw the battle flag "The First Contribution to Suppression of Rebellion" flying in the air.
Yang Sen, leader of the fifth regiment, and Huang Zixuan, leader of the guard regiment, had gotten up early, and the soldiers were eating breakfast.
"Dear General, you have protected us from harm. Please accept our most sincere gratitude!" An old man came over with the villagers, holding a khata symbolizing the highest respect of Tibetans.
.
Wang Hengyue came over, and the old man hung the hada around Wang Hengyue's neck: "General, I know you will continue to suppress the rebellion. We have prepared dry food and guides for you."
"Thank you for your kindness." Wang Hengyue responded with a gift: "The government will definitely not forget your contribution!"
"Report, the fifth group has been reunited!"
"Report, the guard group has been assembled!"
Following these two voices, Wang Hengyue adjusted his military uniform and came to the brothers: "Brothers, the rebels in Yanjing have been eliminated. They attacked Bitu in the west and Kangmang in the north to wipe out tranquility. This is what I did in Cai Cai.
The oath made in front of the governor is also our duty! I order the entire army to set out and clear out the rebels!"
"Long live! Long live!! Long live!!!"
The cheers and high morale of the soldiers were something no one in this village had ever seen before.
Groups of soldiers walked out, and Wang Hengyue saw Father Yard and Margaret coming to see him off. Both of them seemed to be reluctant to leave.
"General, God bless your army to be invincible!" Father Yard gently hugged Wang Hengyue: "If the army returns in triumph, I hope you can still come here, and I will prepare a real French meal for you.
meal."
"I will!" Wang Hengyue said with a smile.
Margaret suddenly said: "General, I will go back to Chengdu next month. Can I come to your place then? I am very curious about you and your soldiers."
What are you doing here? Do you have a crush on me? I have a daughter-in-law. Although my daughter-in-law has no objections to my three wives and four concubines, it’s hard to say whether I can accept a foreign girl back home.
Already.
"Welcome, welcome." Wang Hengyue put on a false smile, then got on his horse, grabbed the battle flag, and unsheathed his sword. Suddenly, he turned back to Father Yard and said loudly: "Father, no matter what, it's still [hit]
China’s food is number one in the world, France’s is at best ranked second!”
Amidst the laughter, he pointed his sword and said: "Suppress the rebellion in Tibet, kill without mercy!"
The war horse neighed "咴咴" and flew away.
Father Yarde smiled slightly. What an interesting Chinese general he was. He was brave, upright, unwilling to admit defeat, and had some playful childishness. He was different from any soldier he had ever seen before.
Perhaps, this is the style of Chinese soldiers in the new era!@.