"Stop!" A voice came from behind, which was the voice of Tushetuhan Chelindorji: "You come to me today, don't think you can go out so simply!" With his shout, two round waists and thick-sneaked men had already stepped forward to block Chelinduandobu's way.

Che Linduan Duan Duanbu turned around and asked angrily: "Tuxituhan, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Chelindorji sneered: "What do you mean by Saihan?"

"I have a poor alcohol tolerance and have to go home to rest, what else can I do?"

"Go home to rest? I think I'm going to the Han people to inform you, right?" Chelindorji suddenly shouted loudly: "Are you going to the Han people to inform you of the living Buddha's condition at the Kulun Duwei?"

Che Linduan Duanduobu shivered. He raised his head and wanted to speak out, but in front of Che Lindorji's cold gaze, he couldn't speak to his mouth.

"Hmph, you Han dog!" Chelindorji stood up and said loudly: "Our noble Mongolians, descendants of Genghis Khan's golden family, have to bend their knees to be slaves of the Han people. Even the son of a most humble Tibetan serf (referring to the previous living Buddhas of Zhebuzundanba. In order to prevent these living Buddhas from being too strong and difficult to control, Emperor Dashun usually chooses the poorest local peasants as reincarnated spirit children) can also ride on our necks and scold and command. Not only do you not feel shame, but you also collude with the Han people. If it weren't for the blood of the golden family on you, I'll kill you now!" Speaking of this, Chelindorji ordered the two men: "Press him down. Without my order, no one will allow him to see him!"

"Yes, khan!" The two great men bowed to Chelindorji, then stepped forward to grab Chelindorji's arm. Chelindorji suddenly broke free from their hands and shouted to Chelindorji: "Chelindorji, have you not seen what the end of those who had rebelled more than ten years ago? Times have changed. The Han people have foreign guns and cannons, and the eagles on the grassland cannons only have broken wings!"

"Haha, it's not only the Han people who have foreign guns and cannons. We also have them, more than them, and better!" Chelindorji replied loudly: "The Siberian Governor of Russia has promised that as long as we drive away the Han officials and garrisons in Kulun City, we will immediately send 100,000 people to support us, give us arms and money, and recognize the status of the Great Mongolian!" At this point, Chelindorji laughed loudly.

"Chelindorji, you are simply crazy. How could the Russians shed blood for the founding of the Mongols? They just used our Mongols. You made thousands of people bleed for you for the sake of one person's ambition, and you will be ruined in the end, and you will regret it!"

In the end, Che Linduandobu was yelling while struggling hard, his voice coming from outside the narrow corridor, while Che Lindorji just sneered and said, "Coward!" Then he smiled at the other two princes in the hall and said, "Come on, ignore this guy, let's drink!"

The other two princes were already drunk and were only concerned about hugging the female slave and joking loudly. After Chelindorji finished drinking the glass of horse milk wine, a smug smile appeared on his face. All he had to do was wait.

"Who!" The sentry shouted sharply from the walled tower: "Stop, or I'll shoot!" The cold air also heard the sound of pulling the bolt. Obviously, the other party's threat was not a joke.

The little leader of the Mongolian army stopped and turned around and made a gesture. The Mongolian soldiers behind him dispersed in formation. A lama stepped forward a few steps and shouted loudly: "I am Haci, the monk of Gandan Temple. The living Buddha has already given the order. You must open the door immediately and leave here!"

There was no response in the wall for a while. After a while, a thicker voice replied: "Fart, at midnight, the three-day pm, where did the will of the living Buddha come from? It was clearly the will of you, the rioters, forged the will of the living Buddha. After dawn, you will all hang yourself to the foot of the holy mountain!"

"Tell the Han people that we have the Buddha's decree that the living Buddha has sealed it! Let them leave immediately, we will guarantee their lives and all their property, otherwise they will be executed with a wooden donkey!" The little leader of the Mongolian army said to the lama viciously. The lama looked at him in embarrassment and shouted loudly at the building not far away: "Master Duwei, I have a sealed edict here. If you don't believe it, you can see it with your own eyes. The living Buddha promises that as long as you are willing to leave here, you will guarantee the personal safety of all you all and can take away all your property. If you disobey, you will be executed with a wooden donkey!"

"Damn the slut!" Kulun Duwei Jueluo stood on the wall, trying his best to use a telescope to distinguish the blurry figures under the torch. Under the night wind, the fire swayed, which added great difficulties to him. This man of thirty-five and sixteen was like the Mongolians here. His legs were slid around because of his long riding horses, and his face turned black and red by the strong wind on the grassland. Judging from his name, his ancestors should be a group of people, and their status is not low, but in the past two hundred years, the ancient hatred between the two nations has been eliminated.

His family started with his great-great-grandfather in the cavalry of the Manchurian Protectorate. His family fought for hundreds of years with the Russians, Khalkha Mongols, the Juggar Mongols, the rebels in the south, and the various horse thieves on the grassland. By Jueluo's generation, he had already entered the ranks of intermediate officers. Even in the entire Manchurian Protectorate's army, Jueluo was famous for his courage and loyalty to the Dashun court. At this time, he would never waver the prairie brothers outside the wall.
Chapter completed!