Chapter 1315 It doesn’t matter if we meet
Snowy plateau, rebel camp.
It does take great courage to resist power, and you must also face an extremely difficult living environment.
The feeling of the rebel camp is even worse than that of a refugee camp in peacetime.
The underground cave is dimly lit, and the scarcity of energy forces them to focus their main activities during the day. At night, there are no lights except for the areas where cadres work.
The weapons are basically outdated and dilapidated firearms. Occasionally, there are advanced equipment snatched from the chieftain's private soldiers, but the quantity is small and can only be provided to strangers.
Most of the people living here wear dirty and torn cotton-padded jackets and down jackets, and spend their days wrapped in coats and sleeping bags.
But even so, no one showed any complaints.
The reason is simple.
Those who can come here to participate in the rebellion against the chieftain's rule are those who cannot survive.
Dolma rode the tall warg back to the camp. Along the way, her movements fell into the eyes of the golden eagles lurking in the mountains.
At the entrance of the camp, Dolma turned over and got off the wolf. With just a look, the tamed beast obediently ran aside and got into the snow to keep warm.
Dolma came to the camp, and everyone greeted her cordially when they saw her along the way.
Zhuoma responded one by one, but walked inside very quickly.
"Where has the Buddha gone?"
On the way, she stopped a female soldier and asked.
Among the rebels, the leader Snow Mountain Condor is called the Son of Buddha.
After all, in the Tantric sect, if you want to mobilize the people to resist the chieftain, you need to use the name of religion.
Son of Buddha is a title corresponding to the master of the corpse forest.
The female soldier smiled and said: "Sister Zhuoma, Buddha is here to treat everyone's frostbite!"
Zhuoma nodded and knew that they were the serfs who had just been rescued a few days ago, as well as several trapped women.
She walked briskly to the place where people lived.
There are simple tents set up everywhere in the cave, and the temperature in the underground cave is much warmer than the outside.
People are wrapped in blankets and coats and are reluctant to do more activities for fear of consuming excess energy.
And a tall man wearing a black robe was walking among the crowd, applying medicine to those suffering from frostbite.
Dolma walked not far from him and did not interrupt. She just watched quietly as he applied medicine to the hands of a teenage girl.
His movements were as gentle as taking care of his biological daughter, applying words of comfort while smearing the skin.
This little girl, who was still in the serf camp not long ago and didn't know which day she would die, looked at him with reverence throughout the song.
After a while, the Snow Mountain Condor finally finished its work.
He turned back to look at Dolma and said with a smile: "Dolma, are you back? Come on, let's go to the side to talk."
His voice was low and a little tired.
But the most concerning thing is the black mask made of unknown material on his face, covering his entire face.
Zhuoma accompanied him to the side, and the two of them found a pile of debris and sat down on it.
Zhuoma told the Snow Mountain Condor everything that happened today.
"They said they would wait for our reply. Master Buddha, it's up to you to make the decision on this matter."
The Snow Mountain Condor listened silently and lowered his head to think.
"Originally, we didn't have much hope that they would help."
"I just heard you say that the mercenaries of the Napaji family seemed to have compassion for us, so I asked you to give it a try."
"According to common sense, if they are hired by the Pudge family, they will most likely refuse."
They just went to Liang Yue for help with the idea of treating a dead horse as a living horse.
The rebels were too poor and had nothing to offer others.
"But I didn't expect that things would turn around."
Zhuoma frowned and said worriedly: "But we don't know now whether they are kind-hearted and helping us, or whether it is the chieftain's fault."
After all, Zhang Yi's request was to see the Snow Mountain Condor.
That was the person the Tusi family wanted to kill the most.
"see me?"
There was a hint of smile in the tone of the Snow Mountain Condor.
The eyes beneath his mask shone brightly.
"I think I probably know who that person is."
Zhuoma looked at him in surprise, "Do you know who he is?"
The Snow Mountain Condor nodded, "I guess I know. However, if it is really him, then there is hope for us to overthrow the chieftain rule!"
He thought about what had happened that night.
Five Ypsilon-level strangers gathered in the Snowy Mountains.
This scene can be said to have surprised all five of them.
And the powerful Liang Yue was just a subordinate. It was conceivable that her boss must be one of the few people who appeared in the Snow Mountain that night.
If only I could get help from an Ypsilon...
Then their wishes really have hope!
The Snow Mountain Condor held his chin with both hands and thought carefully for a long time.
Then he said to Dolma: "Dolma, you can agree to their conditions. However, there is a precondition!"
……
Not long after, Liang Yue received the news from Zhuoma, and she quickly came over to show the news to Zhang Yi.
"Zhang Yi, look, her news is here!"
Zhang Yi took one look and couldn't help but smile.
Because what is said above is that after their operation is over, they can meet Zhang Yi.
The other party is also a very cautious person.
"Zhang Yi, what should I do?"
Liang Yue asked.
Zhang Yi smiled faintly: "Promise him! Anyway, as long as we don't do anything then, there will be no loss."
"Well, then I'll reply to her."
Seeing that Zhang Yi had no objection, Liang Yue immediately gave Zhuoma a positive reply.
……
Time soon came to the day when the Chuanzhao Dharma Conference was held.
In fact, in the past few days, the area around Sangjia Temple has been extremely lively.
Tens of thousands of serfs worked here, making the surroundings of Sangjia Temple extremely solemn.
Huge wooden logs were erected, covered with long lengths of gorgeous cloth. Without exception, craftsmen had to carve exquisite Buddhist pictures and Buddhist scriptures on the wooden stakes.
On this day, Zhou Keer and Yang Siya came to Zhang Yi.
Seeing that the women at home were hesitant to speak and full of expectation, Zhang Yi smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Do you want to attend the Chuanzhao Dharma Assembly?"
Several women looked at each other and laughed.
Zhou Keer said: "I really can't hide anything from you. You guessed it before I even opened my mouth."
Zhang Yi said: "Besides that grand event, there is nothing interesting to see elsewhere."
It was freezing cold, and there was a desolate scene everywhere.
Yang Siya came over, stroking her hands and said, "It's so easy for us to come to the snowy region. If we can see the Chuanzhao Dharma Conference with our own eyes, it will be a worthwhile trip!"
