Explosives, a new thing, has only now been used on the battlefield by Li Hong, and this is just like the effect brought by any other new thing.
Before people recognized it, they always associated it with gods and monsters.
Even like in the previous life, when some bizarre things cannot be explained by science, people are often willing to attribute them to supernatural events.
Although the Tibetans, under the leadership of the great Songtsen Gampo, created their own writing system and built their own pride.
But ignorance is still the biggest enemy of the Tibetans. When they encounter unfamiliar things, they sometimes prefer to believe that it is a punishment from God.
The God of Snow Mountain bestowed heavenly thunder upon the Tang people to punish them for their blasphemy and disrespect towards God.
Chidusongjie was pale. He didn't believe that his god would give all the powerful thunder to the Tang people, so that they could use it to kill his people.
The screams caused by the explosion on the top of the Tubo city made Chidu Songjie feel the cruelty of the thunder for the first time.
The Tang people just stood far away, and it was only after the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty shot a few arrows that this despairing thunder was triggered.
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"You are a devil, stop your thunder, we surrender!" Chidusongjie's eyes were red.
He saw more Tibetans running into the thunder, and almost all the Tibetan soldiers who were originally defending on the top of the city had been killed in the battle.
The enemy did not mobilize a single soldier, while the casualties on their side were already in the tens of thousands. Facing the terrible thunder, the Tibetans were as weak as poor ants.
"The thunder will not stop unless it is tired." Li Hong quietly looked at the billowing smoke and dust ahead.
He had already warned Chidu Songjie not to let the Tibetan soldiers in their holy city escape, otherwise it would only cause more thunder.
"Then what should I do? How should I pray to make the thunder stop?" Chidusongjie's ears were numb, and he didn't want to hear the rumbling sounds anymore. Such thunder was too cruel and no one could resist it.
"It's like war. If you don't touch it, it's fine. But if you touch it, you will be punished. Remember, never dream of taking revenge on the Tang Dynasty for your soldiers. Otherwise, you will only be blown to pieces by more thunder. You should choose to bury these brave soldiers with honor, then put down your swords and guns and surrender to the Tang Dynasty."
No one knew how many explosives that idiot Heng Qiao had buried at the city gate. Even Li Hong felt that his eardrums were almost unable to bear it, and then everything finally returned to silence.
At the city gate, which was like hell on earth, rubble was everywhere, broken walls and corpses of Tibetan soldiers were scattered around, and painful groans could be heard one after another in this area of the city gate.
The area less than a mile inside the city had already been razed to the ground, so fortunately not many ordinary people were harmed.
Chidusongjie looked at Li Hong who looked relaxed and at ease, then rushed back to the city gate like a madman, yelling in Tibetan.
The voice was heart-wrenching, filled with despair and helplessness, and then he slowly knelt at the city gate.
A group of people surrounded the Tibetan king Mangsong Mangtsen and walked through the dust that had not yet settled at the city gate. Their steps were heavy and slow, and everyone's expression was filled with deep sadness.
"Your servant Mangsong Mangzan respectfully welcomes His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty." Mangsong Mangzan was only five or six years older than Li Hong, but he looked as if he was almost thirty years old.
Li Hong spurred his horse and whipped it. Liangpiao seemed to know that he was the winner. The horse jumped up proudly, then neighed, and then carried Li Hong on its back, taking small steps and slowly walking to a place not far from the city gate.
Dozens of people were kneeling on the ground, each with their heads bowed to the ground.
Mangsong Mangtsen, accompanied by the Tubo Prime Minister Garzangzhuo and the Deputy Prime Minister Chamo, knelt in the front.
The three of them looked up at Li Hong who was riding towards them, their eyes revealing complex emotions that were difficult to describe.
"The end of the war means the arrival of peace. The Tang Dynasty will continue to be friendly with you for generations, and promises to send you the best craftsmen and masters of the Tang Dynasty to work together for the prosperity of our Tubo." Li Hong sat on the horse and took the seal symbolizing the power of the Tubo Zamp.
However, this seal was not actually very important in the eyes of the Tibetans.
What they valued more was the recognition and loyalty of the Bon monks to the Tibetan king, and the monks' actions also influenced the people's hearts.
This is also the reason why Lu Dongzan was unable to depose the orphan and his widowed mother and become the Zamp himself after Songtsen Gampo's death.
Once theocracy becomes greater than royal power, it will often only lead to the prosperity of the church, while the ignorant and deceived people will still be nothing more than appendages of power.
But now in Tubo, Bon religion is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is not only the spirit of the common people, but also the spiritual pillar of the royal family members and dignitaries. Li Hong has no good way to make Bon religion withdraw from the center of power all at once.
What's more, after his entry, Tibet today will not be truly occupied by the Tang Dynasty, but will only be a case of powerful intervention.
Let's see if we can gradually divide and conquer them, and slowly erase the mark of theocracy on Tubo through the education of Dai Zhide and others.
The Potala Palace can shock people more when viewed from afar than when they are right up close.
Mangsong Mangtsen and Garzangzhuo, the two of them, supported the Crown Prince of Tang on his left and right, and led him to the foot of the Potala Palace.
The Tibetan ministers kneeling on both sides looked as if they had lost their parents and had indifferent expressions.
Originally they thought they were strong enough, strong enough to take advantage of the Tang people's inability to fight on plateaus and remain invincible forever.
But in the end, they suffered a crushing defeat, a devastating defeat.
Mangsong Mangtsen and Garzangzhuo had the same indifferent expressions. They accompanied Li Hong among the Tibetan ministers and walked slowly forward.
At the steps at the foot of the mountain, Princess Wencheng, the Holy Mother of Salvation who had not been seen in Tubo for a long time, was standing there quietly, supported by two palace maids who had accompanied her to marry in Tubo. She watched Li Hong, who had a stern face, slowly approaching her.
"I, Wencheng, greet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty." Wencheng looked at Li Hong with a cold face and pretended to kneel down.
"No, Aunt. This will embarrass your nephew." Li Hong's face changed like turning a page of a book. The stern expression on his face turned into a gentle smile in the blink of an eye.
"How dare I allow Your Highness the Crown Prince of Tang to call me nephew? You are embarrassing me." Princess Wencheng shook off the hand that Li Hong extended, and took two palace maids with her, going up the stairs one step at a time, to the Red Palace above.
"The old lady's temper is getting worse. Is it because you didn't take good care of her while she was here? She didn't even show any happiness when her nephew came." Li Hong touched his nose. He was probably the only one who still had the mood to make jokes.
Princess Wencheng was not the biological daughter of the Tang emperor, although she was also a princess of the royal family.
Whose daughter was Princess Wencheng? Li Hong didn't know it at first. It was not until after Tubo conquered Tuyuhun that Tuyuhun King Nuhebo brought Princess Honghua to the Tang Dynasty and asked Li Zhi to send troops to help them restore their country. Li Hong learned about it from his mother Empress Wu Mei.
Although there is no record in historical materials and many people speculated that she was the daughter of Prince Jiangxia, it was only after Wu Mei's confirmation that Li Hong finally believed in his heart that Princess Wencheng was the daughter of Prince Jiangxia Li Daozon.
Therefore, this is why when she got married, it was Li Daozon, Prince of Jiangxia, who sent her here.
At this time, Princess Wencheng was one year younger than Li Hong's mother, Empress Wu Mei. If Li Hong dared to call Princess Wencheng "old lady" in front of Empress Wu Mei, he would surely be severely beaten.
But it is undeniable that Tubo really does not support people. Princess Wencheng, who was about 45 years old, looked like a 67-year-old old lady. She only needed to use a walking stick, bend over and cough a few times.
"Aunt, please wait a moment. I will help you up so you can show me around." Li Hong was so shameless that even Wu Mei was defeated by him, let alone Princess Wencheng whose country had just been destroyed.
Wencheng ignored his shouting and continued to walk up the stairs slowly, one step at a time, with the help of two palace maids.
"Aunt, I heard that the Potala Palace was specially ordered to be built by my uncle Songtsen Gampo when he married you. Have you become a Buddhist recently? How about this, I will send people from our Tang Dynasty to bring you a few monks in a few days. I think the Buddhism in our Tang Dynasty will suit your taste better than the Buddhism here, right? Otherwise, I will build a Taoist temple for you here. If you don't like the monks, you can go to our Li family's Taoism. We can alternate between the two so that you don't get bored..."
"Nonsense! Do you think that believing in, respecting and worshipping Buddhism is something you can do in Chang'an City, taking your good-for-nothing brothers to eat in a restaurant? What do you mean? Do you talk like that in front of your mother?" Princess Wencheng really couldn't stand the fly by her ear making up stories about Buddhism. If she let that little mouth continue talking, who knows what else it would come up with.
"Hehe, aunt, you see, when you defeated my aunt Honghua's Tuyuhun, they didn't cause you any trouble or bear any grudge against you, right? What's more, I didn't come here to show off, but to really help you, aunt." Li Hong pushed away the palace maid and shamelessly grabbed Wen Cheng's arm to support him.
Galzangzhuo, Mangsong Mangzan, and especially Chidusongjie, who were following behind Wencheng and Li Hong, widened their eyes so much that they almost fell to the ground, and then they were stepped on by him.
Is this young man in front of me, whose face is as thick as a city wall, really the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty who just now at the gate of the holy city, caused a thunderbolt due to a disagreement, and blew the city gate on the side of Lhasa City into ashes in an instant?
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