Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

The weakness of the Harsha dynasty.

This can be seen in the authority within Buddhism.

After being ordained, Zheng Wuyang and Lu Wenhu, led by several eminent Buddhist monks, easily and without any setbacks, arrived from the lords of several large cities in the surrounding area that had not been attacked by the Tibetans.

They managed to borrow a sufficient batch of weapons and armor.

Furthermore, the original 12,000 troops were increased by another 3,000.

Zheng Wuyang and his companion touched their bald heads, but at least they felt some comfort.

We left the big city.

Finally, the "demon-slaying army" was taking shape. The high monks who had been there earlier all turned their attention to Zheng Wuyang and Lu Wenhu, who were now "one of their own."

Xuanzang tried his best to tell them that the two men had the ability to lead troops into battle.

The fact that they genuinely lacked the necessary skills gave the two of them the opportunity.

Now we have enough manpower and weapons.

It's time for the two of them to come into play.

Zheng Wuyang was aware of this.

He took out a detailed map of the Harsha Dynasty, which he had obtained through alms from Xuanzang, a man with "deep ties to Buddhism."

A quick glance at the map gave me an idea.

“We are here now. The Tibetans’ goal is to plunder people and treasures, so the Tibetans will definitely not go to this place, or to the places further east that have already been plundered.”

Xuanzang was translating for everyone nearby.

"It is unrealistic to pursue the Tibetans in the direction they left. We don't have many horses, and a direct confrontation could result in heavy losses and we might even lose ourselves."

We must outsmart them!

Zheng Wuyang's eyes were filled with determination as he pointed to a spot on the geomantic map, located in the northern part of the Harsha Dynasty, which was one of the earliest areas plundered by the Tibetans.

"This valley is strategically located and is an ideal place for an ambush. The Tibetans will never expect that someone is lying in wait there. When they have finished looting and are tied up with their spoils, that will be the perfect opportunity for us to strike!"

Xuanzang translated all of Zheng Wuyang's words.

Several high-ranking monks from India looked at each other, staring at the map, seemingly understanding but not quite.

But they were all persuaded by Zheng Wuyang's method.

They all nodded.

"Alright! Then let's ambush them in the Gomerti River Valley!" (In Sanskrit)

.......

Another great victory!

Songtsen Gampo seemed to have found another useful purpose in the weak Harsha Dynasty.

That is to vent the anger they suffered at the hands of the Tang Dynasty and the Mud Kingdom on these useless people who can't even hold a knife properly.

"Hahaha, Tsangpu, Tsangpu, we've struck it rich this time!"

"These Harsha's boars actually wanted to fight us, but all they've got is their skill, hahaha!"

"Another 50,000 slaves! This time when you return to the Zanpu, you will be able to subdue even more tribes to serve you, and you will soon be able to unify the plateau!"

Unifying the plateau...

The ambitious Songtsen Gampo listened to this phrase, which he had taken as his life's goal since the death of his father, the previous Tibetan king, Namri Songtsen.

But he couldn't help but think of the Central Plains dynasty that had repeatedly made him angry but dared not speak out.

The hand holding the reins clenched involuntarily.

Unify the plateau!

He was bound to unify the plateau, but unifying the plateau would no longer be Songtsen Gampo's lifelong dream, but only a small step!

Gardontsen, standing nearby, clearly saw through the king's thoughts.

He offered words of comfort in a soft voice.

"Your Majesty, there's no need to be impatient. The Harsha Dynasty is no match for us. In two years at most, we will definitely be able to take control of the Harsha Dynasty's lands!"

"At that time, even the Tang Dynasty won't be able to do anything to us!"

Songtsen Gampo nodded.

He didn't say anything more about the issue, but instead ordered the team to speed up.

The Gomerti River is a river that runs through the central and northern part of the Harsha Dynasty.

Along the river, more than seventy or eighty cities and tribes of varying sizes were established.

However, the area around the Gomoti River is now largely ravaged by Tibetans who resemble locusts.

In the villages and towns they passed through, there were corpses everywhere, their deaths extremely gruesome.

Some were soldiers, while others were men who clearly wanted to rebel.

But more often, they were the elderly who were considered worthless by the Tibetans, and the infants who were too young and whose upbringing required too much time and effort.

They needed to get to the ambush location in the valley as quickly as possible.

Along the way, these Buddhist monks from India truly experienced it.

What does it mean to walk in hell?

They didn't even have the time to stay in one place for long, to recite scriptures and offer prayers for the suffering people with piety and compassion, or to bury their bodies.

All they could do was chant Buddhist scriptures for salvation along the way.

This, on the contrary, made this "demon-slaying army" seem to be adorned with some kind of sacred halo.

The monks began to actively learn how to use their weapons, such as slashing, and the archers began to practice archery as they marched.

soon.

When the group arrived at the Gomoti River Valley, under the orders and arrangements of Zheng Wuyang and Lu Wenhu, they set up ambushes around the valley and prepared huge rocks on the top of the valley, which were then covered with vegetation.

The monks' suppressed anger turned the valley into a furnace burning fiercely.

The Tibetan Asura awaits cremation and is about to enter the crematorium...

The neighing of horses, accompanied by shouts and curses in Tibetan, came from the other side of the valley.

The Indian Buddhist monks who had been hiding around the valley, devoutly chanting Buddhist scriptures, suddenly opened their eyes.

No need for Zheng Wuyang and the others to give orders.

They had already taken up arms, led by the presiding officer or their respective elders.

Hidden in the shadows, the crowd saw the long procession stretching for nearly a thousand meters, and behind it, the Harsha people linked together with ropes.

Looking at those numb and fearful people among them.

The anger began to intensify.

Zheng Wuyang began to order everyone to prepare, while Lu Wenhu, who was responsible for blocking the Tibetans from escaping at the end of the valley, already showed a cruel killing intent on his face.

Songtsen Gampo appeared, but was tightly protected in the middle.

Although the Tibetan cavalry was very disorganized, their disciplined military bearing, honed by years of combat, and their marching formation were still formidable.

The team entered the valley without any defenses.

The monks hidden above the valley made their move instantly.

"Hey!"

"Boom!"

Huge boulders rolled wildly down from both sides of the valley.

With an overwhelming force, it crashed into the Tibetan cavalry's formation in an instant.

At the entrances and exits on both sides of the valley, Buddhist monks who had been lying in ambush shouted wildly and charged towards the Tibetan cavalry with their weapons raised.

"What's going on?! An ambush! Damn it!"

Songtsen Gampo was greatly alarmed.

Looking at the densely packed stones that had rolled down the valleys on both sides, one could see...

It was obvious that the other party had been waiting for them there for a long time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to prepare so thoroughly.

"Quickly! Charge out! Get out of the valley! Don't linger!"

Songtsen Gampo shouted.

Gar Tongtsen, along with other Tibetan ministers and generals who were with the army, also hurriedly shouted.

however.

Despite carrying so many spoils of war, and with many Tibetan cavalrymen's horses struggling to run, Songtsen Gampo's elite cavalry still maintained formidable fighting strength.

But behind the main force was a long supply train, and Tibetan soldiers escorting slaves.

But then they really suffered.

Zheng Wuyang and his team had a very clear plan.

Lu Wenhu and his team are holding on as they try their best.

More than half of the troops were deployed to the rear, with the aim of rescuing the imprisoned slaves, especially the men, as quickly as possible from the outset.

"Kill these demons! Amitabha!"

The monks' shouts seemed to possess some kind of magic.

Its appearance instantly rekindled hope in those numb Shah Sun slaves.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The three monks held knives in both hands, but their posture was not standard.

However, that frenzied demeanor instantly forced a Tibetan soldier in front of him to retreat repeatedly.

He lost his footing and fell to the ground, soaked to the bone.

next moment.

Three long swords, still faintly visible with notches, had already struck his body.

"what!!!"

"Amitabha..." Xuanzang uttered a loud Buddhist chant.

Zheng Wuyang looked at him strangely: "These monks have all gone down to fight, why aren't you going?"

Xuanzang remained unmoved: "Master Huiyang, you are attached to appearances. This humble monk is here to pray for everyone and to help the departed souls. Isn't this also a way of saving all sentient beings?"

Zheng Wuyang's lips twitched: "...Don't fucking call me Master Huiyang!"

“Master Huiyang, you’re getting attached to appearances again…”

"grass!"

After Lu Wenhu, wielding a spear completely unrelated to Indian Buddhism, led a group of Indian Buddhist lackeys and slaughtered a batch of Tibetan cavalry on the banks of the valley.

Songtsen Gampo finally left behind a pile of corpses in a sorry state.

He led his men and fled.

This battle.

Tibet had just unified several tribes and increased its strength, only to be defeated by the Tang Dynasty in a way that Songtsen Gampo could never have imagined.

I pressed it back.

Even in the great battle against the army of the Harsha Dynasty, the losses were only one or two thousand cavalrymen.

However, more than five thousand of them were retained by these Indian Buddhist disciples.

The gold, silver, treasures, grain, and slaves looted during this period.

They returned them all...

Having fled the valley with his troops in a disheveled state, Songtsen Gampo looked at the three or four thousand men remaining behind him.

His eyes were bloodshot with anger.

"How could this be? How could there be an ambush here?!"

He gritted his teeth, but he just couldn't understand it.

The Shahingya dynasty was so weak that some cities would surrender obediently simply by drawing their swords.

The tens of thousands of soldiers of the Harsha Dynasty were routed by their mere ten thousand men.

How could anyone dare to rebel against them in a place like this...?

Galdonzan had an arrow stuck in his shoulder.

He was grimacing, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

"Your Majesty, it was those monks and nuns! They were the ones who ambushed us! They were weak, but they were fearless..."

He witnessed firsthand how many Tibetan warriors had stabbed their opponents through the neck with their swords.

The originally harmless Indian monks and nuns, who only knew how to chant "Amitabha" all day long, seemed to have gone mad, and were able to hold off their warriors.

This creates opportunities for the remaining monks.

Songtsen Gampo's teeth were grinding together.

But seeing the valley quickly return to tranquility after their charge, they dared not lead their men back to fight.

"Let's go! We'll return to Tibet, the Buddhist monastery... I, Songtsen Gampo, will remember this debt!"

at the same time.

Tibet.

The generals who had returned with spoils of war and slaves looked at the monks dressed in the robes of monks and nuns from the Central Plains with blank expressions.

“This humble monk is from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East, and has come to Tibet to preach and recite Buddhism. I request that this general take us to see your king.”

"This is my ordination certificate from the Tang Dynasty, along with the abbot's documents."