The "ambushers" who fell into an ambush soon fell into chaos.
Countless rebels fell to the sudden bullets, and the rest were in a mess, at a loss what to do.
Wang Hengyue threw away the gun in his hand and pulled out the knife from his waist. With a "whoosh", blood spattered and a rebel fell under his knife.
"kill!"
Along with Wang Hengyue's roar, a bayonet gave off a cold light in the moonlight.
"Kill! Kill!!"
The roars of the New Army soldiers sounded so neat and loud in the night!
The first battle, the first kill, is always the most difficult, but once you break through this psychological defense, everything that follows becomes so logical.
The beating of the bayonet is like the dance of death in the night, ruthlessly and indifferently harvesting lives one by one.
A big rebel man, wielding a bright Tibetan sword in his hand, rushed towards Wang Hengyue fiercely. Wang Hengyue gave way slightly, and the rebels jumped away. At this moment, Wang Hengyue's sword was already deeply penetrated.
It penetrated into his abdomen. Then he pulled hard...
The rebel man looked down with disbelief on his face. He saw his intestines leaking out.
With a wild cry, the rebels threw away their weapons and fell to the ground, losing their lives in the most tragic way.
Wang Hengyue wiped the blood on the knife. How many people had he killed since he came to this era? He couldn't remember it at all.
"Long live! Long live!"
The soldiers who witnessed the captain's power with their own eyes couldn't help but burst into thunderous cheers.
The fighting spirit of the rebels was completely wiped out. The rebels' fanatical religious beliefs and their belief in victory gradually disappeared in this bloody massacre.
The rebels who rushed in with great momentum fled in disarray, but this could only bring about greater massacre.
When the last gunshot disappeared, the pungent smell of blood in the air and the corpses on the ground made people sick.
The battlefield that was noisy just now suddenly became so quiet, there was no sound at all...
When the night gradually dissipated and the sun rose quietly, a cruel and bloody death, the most real battlefield appeared in front of everyone.
The soldiers were numb, but the Tibetans in Jiangdazong were trembling.
These Han soldiers who suddenly appeared in Jiangdazong are a group of devils! Even Wangrigere, who no one dared to provoke in Jiangdazong, ran away like a lost dog. But now they appeared in front of the Tibetans, looking like this
Horrible scene!
The death conditions of the people who died on the ground were so miserable that no one dared to look at them.
Living Buddha, Living Buddha, where are you?
Fortunately, those Han soldiers did not make things difficult for the locals. But they were still afraid. What if these Han soldiers suddenly turned against them?
The elected old man named Dawa respectfully invited Wang Hengyue to his home to express the respect of Jiangdazong Tibetans for the Han army.
Wang Hengyue looked outside and saw that after the rebels suffered a heavy setback last night, their confidence and morale had obviously been greatly affected and they had no intention of attacking again immediately. He nodded and agreed.
It can be seen that these Tibetans have tried their best to entertain themselves.
Dried beef and mutton, highland barley glutinous rice cake, highland barley wine... were slowly placed there.
Beef and mutton are raw, which is also the favorite way of eating by Tibetans.
Air-dried meat is usually made in winter, often at the end of November. At this time, the temperature is below zero. Cut the beef and mutton, hang them in a cool place, and let them freeze and air-dry, which removes the moisture and maintains the freshness.
Dawa diligently invited Wang Hengyue to eat it. Although he felt it was a bit unhygienic, Wang Hengyue cut off one piece with a knife and put it in his mouth. Who would have thought that as soon as he put it in his mouth, he felt it was so delicious that he unconsciously cut off two more pieces and put it in his mouth.
Chew it in your mouth.
Seeing that the Han officers were eating deliciously, Dawa showed a relieved smile on his face and kept asking for wine and meat. After eating for a while, he carefully asked the Tibetan people's worries.
"We are here to exterminate the rebels, not to harm innocent people." Wang Hengyue took a sip of wine: "As long as you keep yourselves and do not assist the rebels, I guarantee that you will be safe."
"Thank you, thank you." Although Dawa's Chinese is broken, he can barely understand it: "Many of us are the slaves of Chief Wangrigure. We must do whatever he asks us to do. We
We don’t want to cause trouble, we can’t betray the court, we just want to live an honest life.”
As he said that, he asked another question that he and the Tibetans were most worried about: "I heard that the general who put down the rebellion this time was Zhao Erfeng. The last time he put down the rebellion, many monks died in his hands.
Many temples have also been destroyed. We are very scared. Please ask the general..."
Wang Hengyue understood the meaning of the words.
In the 32nd year of Guangxu's reign, Zhao Erfeng was appointed Minister of Border Affairs of Sichuan and Yunnan. This position was equivalent to that of governor of other provinces, and he became a frontier official.
It was not all smooth sailing for Zhao Erfeng in governing Sichuan. Since the "reforming native land and returning to local rule" weakened the rights of the chieftains and met with their violent resistance, he fought almost non-stop in the past few years and abolished the chieftains, Qamdo and other places.
The political status of the living Buddha even expelled some officials of the Tibetan local government in Kham District. Zhao Erfeng's achievements were obtained by force. Just as Zhao Erfeng was nicknamed "Zhao Butcher", he always advocated force.
At that time, after Feng Quan was killed, the chieftains of Litang fled to Sangpi Temple. Zhao Erfeng besieged Sangpi Temple for several months and cut off the water source, but still failed to succeed. He was very troubled until one day, someone came to the temple.
After soldiers discovered the underground water pipes of Sangpi Temple, the temple was breached. Zhao Erfeng massacred a large number of monks and burned Sangpi Temple to the ground.
Therefore, whenever Tibetans mention him, the first thing they think of is: "Zhao Erfeng, the governor of Sichuan, is known for his love of killing and has long been nicknamed the Butcher."
Wang Hengyue actually agreed with Zhao Erfeng's actions. Reformation had no effect on those chieftains and nobles. Only necessary killings could make them afraid.
However, chieftains belong to chieftains, and Tibetans belong to Tibetans. Wang Hengyue pondered for a moment:
"I am Lord Zhao's subordinate, but I only deal with those rebels. I can keep the temples and other things as much as possible, but this must be based on you being safe and keeping yourselves. Otherwise, my methods may not be worse than Lord Zhao.
"
Dawa trembled and nodded in agreement.
Wang Hengyue patted his belly and stood up: "Dawa, I have seen your loyalty. When my army comes, I will report everything truthfully!"