"King Khan, the army has gathered, and 50,000 cavalry can be set out to attack the rebels in southern Tibet at any time." Gushi Khan's eldest son Dayan Eqier reported to his father.

Gushikhan looked at his eldest son with satisfaction. Gushikhan had three princesses, the eldest princess, the Tuergut tribe, and the young princess was a Han Tian clan. After entering Tibet, he married a Tibetan noble woman.

The three princesses gave birth to ten sons for him.

The eldest princess gave birth to four sons for him, the second concubine Tian gave birth to five, and the Tibetan concubine gave birth to one.

The eldest son, Dayan Eqier, was the oldest and his right-hand assistant during the war. This time Gushikhan was preparing to personally conquer southern Tibet, so he specially asked his eldest son to stay in Lhasa.

In addition to the youngest tenth son, who was still young, Gushikhan's other nine sons were already adults. According to Mongolian tradition, they had long divided their tribal populations, each with their own army, and each with a fiefdom.

Half of the 50,000 troops in Lhasa this time came from the sons of his eight generals.

"When I leave, you will protect Wu Sizang and beware of the Han people. But remember that if the Han people take action first, don't do it, and wait for me to come back." Gu Shihan patted his eldest son's shoulder and said.

The father finally hugged each other and said goodbye. Gu Shihan whispered in the eldest son's ear, "Beware of the fifth generation master and apprentice."

"I understand, Father."

Gushikhan said goodbye to the fifth-generation Dalai Lama and the fourth-generation **** again. His face was full of smiles and said something to ask them to help teach their eldest son. In fact, he didn't trust these two people in his heart. Fortunately, in addition to being able to conquer the first son who is good at fighting, Diba is his confidant.

Originally, Gushikhan wanted his eldest son to lead his troops to southern Tibet for him, but none of his nine sons were easy to deal with. The eldest son was the army, but he was afraid that other sons might not be convinced. In addition, the rebels in southern Tibet were backed by Han people, so Gushikhan was not relieved, so he planned to lead the troops himself, hoping to fight.

"How much do you think we have the chance of winning this time?" Gushikhan's fifth son, Yileduji, asked his compatriot and sixth brother Dorji.

"It's hard." Dorsi didn't hide his true views.

Yileduqi also nodded, "As far as I know, that rebel army is not comparable to the Tibetan army here. It is actually a Han army. Han-style firearm equipment and Han army instructor training, except for soldiers, they are Tibetans."

"What would happen if the southern expedition fails?"

"The best result is that we withdraw. As for the worst result, we may go away without returning to the tiger's mouth, and even the Han people attacked us from both sides, defeating us and then taking Wusizang."

Dorsi frowned, "Then we're gone."

"We can't even save our lives when we really get to that point."

"Maybe we should persuade the father again."

"He won't listen." Yiledus sighed. The three princesses of Gushikhan and ten princes were not only young ten princes. In fact, among the nine sons, the fourth sons born by the eldest concubine of the Turkut clan were obviously more popular with Gushikhan, while the five sons born by Concubine Tian, ​​a Han Dynasty, were not proud.

They received the smallest tribe population when they were adults, their warrior equipment was the worst, and the territory they had in Tibet after entering Tibet was also the worst.

Similarly, if Dayan Ezier and others were talking, Gushihan might have listened, but if they were talking, it might have been just reprimanded.

The two brothers were silent for a while.

After a while, Dorji said again, "I am not optimistic about sending troops to southern Tibet, nor am I optimistic about Junggar. You also bought some firearms from the Han people. You know that the thing is so powerful. This is not the three-eyed gun that can only be accurately shot through twenty or thirty steps, but cannot be pierced armor. The muskets that the Han people are now equipped with are extremely sharp. They are not afraid of wind or rain. They can shoot and kill soldiers wearing rope armor at seventy or eighty steps. Even cavalry can fire guns immediately. That kind of cavalry can knock down our best warriors at forty or fifty steps. Not to mention their cannons."

"What's the matter with Junggar? There are only some simple grenade guns. Compared with the Han people, they are too far behind. Just relying on cavalry, bows and arrows, and adding grenade guns, they are not opponents of the Han people. They may be able to bully the Kazakhs and Yarkands, but if they really face the Han people, they will definitely not be opponents."

Iledozi looked at his brother, a little surprised.

"You are very brave."

"I just don't want to jump in even though I know there is a fire ahead. Ilduzi, we are half a Han Chinese."

"You want to join the Han people?"

"What's wrong?"

Yes, what's wrong? Do you have to fight a battle that you know you will lose? He didn't understand what his father Khan thought. Perhaps he was too confident in himself and the Junggar Khan. The successive victories of the Junggar Khan made them think that in the Western Regions, they could divide the borders with the Han Dynasty and rule, but they forgot that the Han Dynasty is not the Ming Dynasty.

The great Han can destroy the Jurchens, subdue the northern desert, southern Mongolia, and even destroy Japan and North Korea, conquer the sea in the south, and sweep the southern desert. So why can't we wipe out the Western Regions again?

The powerful cavalry that the Mongolians were proud of did not have any advantage in front of the Han people. Think about the Jurchens, their cavalry was not weaker than Mongolia or even stronger than Mongolia, and there were many firearms, but they were still defeated in front of the Han people, and their country was destroyed and their clans were destroyed.

"What can we do?"

A fierce light flashed in Dorji's eyes. He approached his brothers and whispered, "I think now is a good opportunity. There will be a banquet tonight, and the soldiers of each tribe will distribute wine and meat. This is the custom before the war. Let's contact Lao Qi Lao Ba and Lao Jiu later. We are brothers of a mother and compatriots. At this time, we must advance and retreat together. As long as we five brothers unite, we will have more than 10,000 people on our hands. Then we will wait for the banquet to be drunk when all tribes are drunk."

"Then what?"

"Then, we welcome the Han army into Tibet and present the four generations of masters and disciples to the Han court."

"Dayan Ezir and the others will never agree."

"Then kill them and give their level to the great man." Dorji said without hesitation.

"What are you still hesitating about? Could it be that my father is confused and you are confused too?"

Ileduo gritted his teeth, "Then let's contact the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, the elders, and the younger. If they are willing to work together, then we will do it, but I hope not to hurt my father, the elders, the elders, and the younger. "

"As long as they are willing to cooperate, they will naturally not hurt them."

Night falls.

The 50,000 Mongolian and Tibetan soldiers stationed around the Potala Palace in Lhasa were drinking happily and about to go out to fight, and they rewarded a lot of wine and meat.

In the camp, piles of bonfires were formed, and fat beefs and sheep were hung on the fire, with dripping oil dripping, scenting. The soldiers were cutting beef and mutton, drinking fine wine, and dancing around the fire from time to time.

The Potala Palace, after the renovation of Gushikhan, has now regained its charm, with the Red Palace and the White House, each with hundreds of rooms. It has been in the White House for five generations, and Gushikhan lived in the Red Palace. However, most of the time, Gushikhan was in the Khan Palace at the foot of the mountain.

Today's dinner was specially chosen to be held in the Red Palace in order to show the grandeur.

The upper classes of military, politics and religion gathered together. Gushikhan and his sons represented the Hoshuot Mongolian Army, while the fifth-generation master and apprentice were religious leaders in the Tibetan area, and Diba represented the manager of administrative affairs in the Tibetan area.

Everyone wished Gushihan a success in the southern expedition.

Then, they got a buzz.

"These people are really unruly. They can make trouble if they drink some wine." Dayan Ezir said dissatisfiedly.

Everyone thought it was just a noisy drink, but then there were screams interrupting them.

Screaming, then the sound of swords and horse hooves, and finally the sound of muskets came.

"What happened." This was Gu Shihan's first thought.

The Heshuo Special Division is also equipped with some firearms, including both combs and flints, but even relatively backward combs are only available for the guards of each prince. As for the flints, only Gu Shihan and his sons' personal guards are equipped.

Now that the gunshots sound, it is obviously not just a normal drinking and causing trouble.

The fifth generation had a pale face. He looked at Gushihan in shock and doubt. The fourth generation was calmer, but his eyes were also sweeping around Gushihan and his son.

"Who is causing trouble? Dayan Ezier, go and see." He knew that it was definitely not as simple as causing trouble, but before the matter was clear, he couldn't get rid of himself. In fact, he even more suspected that someone was causing trouble, and the object of suspicion was naturally the fourth generation master and apprentice.

They have always opposed the alliance with the Junggar, opposing both the sending troops to assist the Junggar and the southern expedition to southern Tibet.

Maybe they wanted to seize power. At the beginning, they invited the Heshuote tribe to Tibet, which was a life-and-death autumn, but now, these Tibetans are secretly dissatisfied with the Mongolians becoming their masters.

"Let's go and have a look, too." Si Shidao.

"Some people are just drunk and messing around. Just let Dayan Eqier clean up them. There is no need to bother you, let us continue." Gu Shihan chuckled, but refused to let them go.

The atmosphere in the hall became solemn, and everyone pretended that everything was as usual.

Dayan Ezier went down the mountain and headed straight to the military camp.

When he arrived, the military camp was in chaos and noisy.

Teams of knights were riding their horses, slashing and slashing in the camp with swords and swords.

"Hans have been killed? Or are the rebels in southern Tibet have been killed?" Dayan Ezier was shocked, but with the burning fires in the camp, he was surprised to see that those who were flying and slashing and running around were all Mongolians.

"Zhonggar people? Or the Mongols stationed in Qinghai?"

"Stop." Dayan Ezier shouted, "Stop it all."

He had already seen clearly that those who were slashing and slaughtering were neither the Han army nor the Monan rebels nor the Moxi Junggar or the Monan Mongolia in Qinghai. They were simply people from their Heshuote tribe.

For a moment, he couldn't see which tribe was doing it, but it was obvious that his family was fighting his family.

But his shouting was useless. The blood had already been killed in the military camp. The most unlucky ones were the hidden soldiers and the Mongols riding horses, who specially carried these people to kill without mercy.

Many attacked Mongolian and Tibetan troops also began to fight back. Some of them fought against the enemy with swords, some snatched horses and joined the battle group to slash, and some people gathered back to back to resist.

Swords and swords were mixed together, bows and arrows were shot, and muskets were heard from time to time.

The entire camp was completely in chaos.

There are war horses everywhere, and they are chopping and slashing everywhere.

"This is a rebellion!"

Dayan Ezier finally saw the clue. This was definitely not a camp roar or a grudge between the Mongolian and Tibetan troops. It was a premeditated rebellion. The attackers were fully armed and fully armed. On the other hand, those attacked had insufficient armor and did not even rush to ride the horses.

"It's the fifth prince." A personal guard shouted, and he recognized a team of knights, the fifth prince Ilduzi's guard.

Another personal guard shouted, "I saw the guard of the Seventh Prince."

"There are six princes."

Dayan Eqier's heart was bleeding, and he also saw that the five elders, six elders, seven elders, eight elders, and nine elders, and the subordinates of Princess Tian's five sons all appeared. These bitches were raised and they rebelled.

"What exactly do they want to do? To kill the father or seize power?"

"Big Prince, what should we do?"

Dayan Ezier felt his mind explode. He gritted his teeth and ordered loudly, "You should immediately transfer my subordinates to quell the rebellion and guard the foot of the mountain. I will immediately report to the Khan and ask him to quell the rebellion."

The camp at the foot of the mountain is just a temporary camp, where there are 50,000 soldiers and horses to go to the fortification. But in addition to these 50,000 soldiers and horses, Lhasa also has some troops. Dayan Eqier's own troops are not at the foot of the mountain because he wants to stay. Gushikhan also has many troops under him, and he is not here.

"We must guard the foot of the mountain and never let the rebels rush up the mountain." He shouted, he wanted to rush back to the Red Palace immediately. The five bastards who were raised by Lao Wu were still in the palace. He wanted to rush back and slaughter them all.
To be continued...