Chapter 4863 Good News on a Snowy Night

Chapter 4863 Good News on a Snowy Night
Bolun Zanren was puzzled: "Back then, my father did his best to assist the Zamp to unify the various countries on the plateau. He worked hard and made great contributions. How can you say that he never cared about the Zamp?"

Everyone knows that the biggest contributor to Songtsen Gampo's unification of Tubo was Lu Dongzan. But if it is said that Lu Dongzan was not sincerely assisting Songtsen Gampo, could it be that Lu Dongzan still had the ambition to become the Zamp?
Lun Qinling drank a sip of wine, exhaled comfortably, added a piece of wood to the brazier, shook his head and said: "It's just that the time is not right for me. Now that things have come to this, my father's plan has failed, so there is no need to say more."

It is hard for anyone not to covet that position when they are one step away from it. Even fathers and sons, or brothers, are like this, let alone the difference between a monarch and his subjects?

It was just that although my father coveted that position, the Zamp was always on guard against him. In the end, my father failed to find a good opportunity, and the Zamp took the initiative to expel my father. That's all.

If my father had stopped the Zamp's attack and stayed in Lhasa, it would be hard to tell what the future would hold...

Unfortunately, due to a missed move, the tribe fell into the current predicament.

Although Lun Qinling did not say it explicitly, Bolun Zanren could also hear the hidden meaning in it. He then realized that his father was not as "loyal and devoted" as the outside world rumored, and that Songtsen Gampo did not exile his father to "kill the donkey after it has served its purpose". The struggle between the Tibetan king and the great theorist had already been in full swing, and it was a fight to the death.

He could not help but mutter, "Why did you keep this secret from me? If I had known this earlier, I would have rushed into the palace and killed the Zamp. Wouldn't my father have been able to take the throne, and our Gar tribe wouldn't have been exiled to Fuxi City to be bullied by the Tang people!"

Lun Qinling was speechless: "The position of the Zamp is at stake, so how can we just kill Songtsen Gampo? How to resist the counterattack of the Yalong tribe? How to appease the four major Shang tribes? How to make the other tribes willing to abandon the Zamp and follow the Gar tribe? Don't just think about fighting and killing, you also need to understand the situation. Even if you don't need to come forward to coordinate the overall situation, you can't act rashly in many cases."

The greatest reliance of the Tubo Zamp was not only the strength of the Yalong tribe behind him, but also the four major Shang tribes that had been intermarried with him for generations. They had common interests and stood together. It was actually very easy to kill the Zamp, but it was extremely difficult to replace him after killing him.

So when the Gar tribe was still struggling over whether to "replace him" or support a puppet king to "hold the emperor hostage to control the princes", Songtsen Gampo suddenly took ruthless action to expel the Gar tribe from the core of Tubo power, destroying Lu Dongzan's years of planning.

Bo Lun Zanren remained silent. He was an active person. He had been squatting in Zishankou for such a long time and would have to stay there indefinitely. In addition, he was worried about the life of his elder brother Zan Xiruo. He was in a very depressed mood and took a big gulp of wine.

Lun Qinling felt very distressed and tried to stop him, “Hey, hey, hey, why are you drinking so much? There will be nothing left after you finish drinking!”

Bo Lun Zanren said nothing, took another big sip, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Lun Qinling: "..."

Don't bother with this childish guy.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a rapid knock on the door, and Lun Qinling shouted in a deep voice: "Come in!"

We have to keep our voices down, otherwise we won’t be able to hear what’s being said in the tent due to the snow and wind outside…

The door was pushed open, and a soldier rushed in with a gust of wind and snow, suppressing the flames in the brazier and causing sparks to fly.

Bolun Zanren hurriedly put out the flying sparks to prevent them from causing a fire.

Lun Qinling sat steadily and asked, "Why are you so urgent in the middle of the night?"

The soldier took a breath and said, "Someone found the sentry on the mountainside and showed the general's token, saying that he wanted to see you, the second general..."

"what?!"

Lun Qinling stood up suddenly and asked anxiously, "Where is the person?"

The soldier replied, "We dare not bring him into the camp without permission, so we sent someone to guard him on the mountainside."

Lun Qinling knew what he was afraid of. What if the other party was an assassin or a death squad sent by Lhasa City? Bringing him into the camp rashly would most likely lead to unpredictable consequences.

"Bring him here immediately!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers then withdrew and closed the door to keep the wind and snow out.

Without the wind, the flames in the brazier stabilized, and the burning wood made a crackling sound...

Bo Lunzanren finally put out the sparks, and was excited but a little nervous: "Brother finally has news!"

Although the news has come, it is still uncertain whether it is good or bad. What if it is bad news...

The two brothers sat nervously in the tent, drinking one sip after another. They were in no mood to talk, as if they were waiting for a trial.

Did the eldest brother unite the various Tibetan tribes to launch an "anti-Zanpu" alliance, or was he discovered by the Zanpu or betrayed and died?
After a long while, hurried footsteps were heard outside the tent. The impatient Bo Lun Zanren stood up, opened the door impatiently, and welcomed the person in.

"I am a personal soldier of the great general, and I have a letter to hand to the second general on the orders of the great general!"

Lun Qinling did not read the letter first, but asked, "Where is the token?"

Without the token, there is no way to prove that the so-called letter was written by Zan Xiruo...

"it's here!"

The soldier reached into his arms with his chilblained hands and took out an amber. Before he handed it to Lun Qinling, Bolun Zanjian snatched it away and looked at it carefully next to the brazier.

This piece of amber is one inch in size, golden and bright, with a faint glow under the firelight, and a small insect inside can be clearly seen...

"It's something that my elder brother always carries with him!"

The brothers had already agreed that not everything could be used as a "token of love". Zan Xiruo carried many things with him, but only this amber was the token of love...

"Where's the letter?"

"it's here!"

The soldier took out another letter from his arms and handed it to Lun Qinling with both hands.

This time, Bo Lun Zan didn't grab the blade, but stretched his neck to read the contents of the letter...

Lun Qinling first carefully examined the paper of the letter. Tubo did not produce paper, not even bamboo or wooden slips. People wrote on sheepskin or leaves, so the paper that flowed into Tubo was extremely scarce. By observing the paper, one could tell whether it was the same as the ones Zan Xiruo carried with him.

After verifying that the paper was correct, he checked the sealing wax. After checking one by one, he looked at Bolun Zanren, opened the envelope, took out the letter, and looked at it together with Bolun Zanren who came over.

The wind outside the tent whistled past, making the tent tremble as if it would fall apart and be swept away at any time. The wind blowing in from the door caused the flames in the brazier to jump and sway. After a long time, Lun Qinling put down the letter and let out a long breath.

According to what was written on the letter, Zan Xiruo bypassed the most dangerous mountains and swamps in Qiangtang, avoided countless tribes close to the Zamp, and finally arrived at the six tribes of Nachang. After encountering several assassination attempts, he reached an alliance with the six tribes of Nachang. As long as Lun Qinling's troops arrived at the city of Luoshui, the six tribes of Nachang would immediately rise up and besiege the city from the east and south.

Bolun Zanren jumped up excitedly: "Brother is really amazing, he really convinced the six tribes of Nacang! With their army and cooperation, we will advance from the north. Then the Zamp can only rely on the Yalong tribe in the Yalong River Valley, and the other tribes will definitely take a wait-and-see attitude. As long as we defeat the Zamp's army in Luoshui City, Tubo will change!"

As the greatest contributor to the unification of the plateau by the Zamp, the Gar tribe had always been dissatisfied with the repeated suppression and even exile they had suffered while crawling under the Zamp's wings. Although they dared not act rashly because of the Zamp's prestige, and they obediently migrated to the former territory of Tuyuhun after being exiled, the whole tribe was unwilling to accept the result.

The Han people have a saying, "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?"
Why did the Yalong tribe occupy the position of Zamp from generation to generation, while the other tribes could only be enslaved and offer blood and food to them?
Lun Qinling walked outside and stood in the cold wind. He looked up at the dark sky, then turned back to the tent to shake off the snowflakes on his body, took a sip of wine, and said, "This snow will probably continue for two or three days, which is just enough time for us to prepare. How many rockets and thunder bombs are left?"

Bolun Zanren knew that his brother was decisive and had decided to continue marching south to attack Luoshui City. He was so excited that he rubbed his hands and said, "We still have about thirty rockets and about a hundred thunder bombs. The Tang army's firearms are really useful, but they are too expensive. We can't afford them. This is all we have. But don't worry, brother. Even if we don't have firearms, I will lead the army to raid Sairugongdun's camp at your command. I will not return until the camp is destroyed!"

Lun Qinling rolled his eyes at him. "It's good to have great ambitions and confidence, but if you go too far, you will become arrogant and conceited. Arrogant soldiers will always be defeated! Do you think that Sairu Gongdon is incompetent just because he has been blocking us for several months and can't do anything to us? Don't forget, when the Zamp unified the plateau, Sairu Gongdon was in charge of every head-on battle. He fought dozens of battles, big and small, and never lost a single one!"

"Yes, yes, brother, you are teaching me that I am just too excited. I am not arrogant at all!"

Lun Qinling nodded, understanding his brother's feelings. Wasn't he also filled with passion and wanted to ride his horse straight to Lhasa City?
The Gar tribe was the greatest contributor to the Zamp, and their father was the most meritorious person in Tubo. However, they had been subject to suspicion for so many years and had to live in fear. In the end, they were still expelled from Lhasa City and stationed in Fuxi City as "cannon fodder" between Tubo and the Tang Dynasty. What a humiliation!

Now that I finally have the chance, I will do it even if it means taking risks!
"Send the order early tomorrow morning. The whole army should be ready for battle. Tomorrow at midnight, when the snow and wind are at their worst, we will attack Sairugundon's camp from a high position. We must make a careful battle plan and prepare as comprehensive plans as possible for various emergencies. Don't be stingy with firearms, and don't worry about casualties. We must win the battle with the will to perish together and never give Sairugundon a chance to breathe!"