Refuse to join the Wansui Army, I will build an ace division

"Mr. Li!"

Seeing that Li Xiangyang intended to let Zhaxi Dingzhen continue speaking, Dalai Lama could no longer sit still.

He quickly stood up to stop them, "The ceremony has just begun. If we allow this person to disrupt things, I'm afraid it will delay the main event!"

"What is the business?"

Li Xiangyang said word by word: "The people's demands are the most important."

"Little comrade, just say it!"

"Yes!"

Zhaxi Dingzhen responded loudly.

Then he looked at Dalailama, "Dalailama, you have been worshipped by the people of the plateau for nothing, but you have never done anything to benefit them. Don't you feel guilty?!"

"Bold, Dalai Lama is the faith of our plateau..."

Someone next to Dalai Lama yelled.

"Bullshit faith!"

Zhaxi Dingzhen shouted: "He is nothing but a demon who eats human flesh and drinks human blood!"

"The Dragon Army spent a lot of effort to build the road for us, but he sent people to destroy it!"

Upon hearing this, many villagers showed expressions of disbelief.

"What?! Dalai Lama actually asked someone to do such a thing?"

"Even this welcome ceremony was just a lie!"

Zhaxi Dingzhen sneered: "His real intention is to forcibly detain the leader of the Dragon Army!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was in an uproar.

"Dalai Lama, why are you doing this?!"

Someone asked loudly.

"That's right, Dalai Lama, you are bringing destruction to the plateau!"

Faced with everyone's doubts, Dalerama's face became gloomy.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

"So what? The plateau belongs to me, not to you lowly fellows!"

Dallarama dropped his disguise and revealed his true face.

"Just a bunch of stinky slaves, do you really think you are something?!"

"My believers, kill all these people!"

As his words fell.

Dozens of militiamen rushed out, pointing machetes at the crowd.

"Don't even move!"

"you!"

The villagers were outraged.

But faced with the glaring knife, no matter how angry they were, they were powerless.

"Dalelama, you are rebelling!"

Tan Changlin scolded.

"Rebellious?"

Dalai Lama seemed to have heard a joke. "The plateau has always belonged to me. I am just defending what belongs to me. Why do you say I am a rebel?"

"The plateau belongs to Dragon Country and to every plateau citizen!"

Tan Changlin shouted.

"Stop talking nonsense to me!"

Dalai Lama looked at Li Xiangyang with amusement, "Mr. Li, Mr. Li, come on, why don't you just stay in the Forty-Nine City? Why do you have to run to the plateau and die?"

"If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to do anything to you, but now, your life belongs to me!"

"is it?"

Li Xiangyang smiled faintly, "Dalai Lama, you are wrong."

"What did I do wrong?"

Dalai Lama said disdainfully.

"My life belongs only to me."

Li Xiangyang pointed to the land under his feet and said, "As for the plateau, it's not yours either."

"Everyone on this land is his own master!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Jicheng led the soldiers out of the crowd.

"Don't move!"

He shouted, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at a militiaman.

Other soldiers also raised their guns and pointed them at the militiamen holding knives.

Faced with the black muzzle of the gun, the militiamen immediately became timid and threw their knives on the ground one by one.

"what?!"

Seeing this scene, Dalai Lama was stunned.

He never imagined that so many Dragon Army soldiers would infiltrate the people.

The key point is, the people on our side didn’t even notice it at all!

“Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. This is an eternal truth.”

At this time, Li Xiangyang spoke.

"You treat the people as slaves and think you can exploit them at will, but you don't know that this is why you lose their support."

"So it's you..."

Dalailama figured something out and looked at Zhaxi Dingzhen viciously.

This damn kid actually helped Long Jun cover up!

"It's me, but not just me!"

Although Zhaxi Dingzhen was young, he was not afraid of Dalai Lama at all.

"Dalairama, surrender!"

Deputy Commander Deng said, "You have no chance of winning."

"nonsense!"

Dalai Lama had a ferocious expression on his face. "I still have tens of thousands of militiamen. How could I lose?!"

Upon hearing this, Deputy Commander Deng frowned.

They had only more than 10,000 troops stationed on the plateau. Even with the special forces brought by Li Xiangyang, their numbers were still less than the army of Dalerama's believers.

More importantly, once an armed conflict occurs, it is bound to cause heavy casualties.

This is not what they want to see.

Thinking of this, Deputy Commander Deng looked at Li Xiangyang.

"Xiangyang, what should we do?"

Facing Dalai Lama's threats, Li Xiangyang remained calm.

"Dalai Lama, you still don't realize your failure."

He said slowly: "What you have done has been seen by the people of the plateau."

"Do you think anyone would follow a man who would only bring disaster to the plateau?"

As his words fell.

Suddenly, a voice was heard shouting in the distance.

"Everyone, put down your weapons and stop making mistakes!"

"Dalai Lama betrayed the Plateau and betrayed us!"

"If he does this, it will only hurt everyone. Think about your children, your family..."

More and more people from the plateau joined in spontaneously and tried hard to persuade the militia outside.

Eventually, most of the militia laid down their arms.

Even if there were still a small number of brainwashed militiamen who refused to surrender, they were quickly controlled by the people around them.

Seeing this, Dalai Lama turned pale.

"Dalai Lama, you've already lost the moment you decided to rebel."

Li Xiangyang said lightly.

"no no......"

Dallarama couldn't accept all this and suddenly let out a loud roar.

"all because of you!"

He suddenly pulled out a scimitar from his waist and stabbed Li Xiangyang fiercely.

"Commander Li!"

Deng Changlin and others were horrified.

Facing the mad Dallarama, Li Xiangyang sneered.

"boom!"

He kicked the man in the arm, causing Dalerama to cry out in pain and the scimitar to fall off.

Before he could react, Li Xiangyang grabbed him by the collar and pressed him to the ground.

"what!"

Dallarama's knees hit the ground hard, and he screamed in pain.

It all happened so fast that many people didn't react at all.

"Qiang Qiang!"

By the time the officials from the plateau government came to their senses, they were surrounded by a group of villagers.

"Don't move!"

They were all trembling and their hands and feet were weak.

Dalai Lama, whom they regarded as their spiritual pillar, was now kneeling on the ground.

"I forgot to tell you that I am not a high-ranking official in the Forty-Nine City, but a soldier."

Li Xiangyang leaned close to Darelama's ear and said word by word: "I'm not good at negotiation, fighting is my hobby!"