[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 3

Chapter 016 A Joyful Wedding (Part 1)

On this day, the heavens seemed exceptionally pleased; the sun rose early, and the cold, strong wind unexpectedly softened.

Namua Village was like a festival on this day. Many families didn't go out to graze their livestock; after finishing their work at home and in the fields early, they changed into neat robes, brought gifts, and rushed to Zaxi's house to attend the wedding.

Zaxi's father was one of the lord's stewards, but he didn't abuse his power. Instead, he was warm and generous, often helping those in need in the village, and was therefore highly respected by everyone. Zaxi's mother was a renowned virtuous woman in the village, filial to her elders, loving to her husband, and caring for her children. She managed the large family impeccably, serving as a role model for the women. A wedding in such a family was naturally a lively affair.

Zaxi's grandfather sat on a cushion in the main hall, chatting with the village elders. Tashi's parents would sit in the main hall for a while, then turn to the doorway to look out, their eyes brimming with joy, yet tinged with a hint of anxiety. Their unusual restlessness drew understanding, good-natured laughter from the villagers. However, most of the villagers who came to celebrate didn't go inside; instead, after presenting their gifts, they waited outside for the wedding to begin.

To the left of the house, in a large open space, stood a large bonfire, the pile of firewood unlit, with a cleaned and plump sheep perched on a rack. Low tables formed three large circles around the bonfire, each table laden with fried dough, wine cakes, ghee cakes, and various other foods, as well as butter tea and barley wine for the guests. Several dozen meters to the right, in an open space, two more bonfires were lit, their flames leaping and roaring. Two large pots hung above them, simmering beef and lamb bones, with someone stirring them as they cooked. Two bowls of barley and chunks of beef and mutton sat on a nearby table, ready to be cooked. The rich aroma of meat filled the air, whetting everyone's appetite.

People chatted excitedly in small groups, praising the grandeur and wealth of Tashi's wedding, their eyes filled with envy. Children ran and played their favorite games among the crowd.

The eldest brother, Tashi Tsering, led his pregnant white horse, accompanied by a dozen or so close young men from the village, to fetch the bride early in the morning. The other groom, Tashi Tsering, along with his brothers Langtso, Deyang, Gerong, and Duorong, his sister Gesang Zhuoma, and their helper Luozhu, warmly welcomed the villagers, keeping a close eye on the outside world.

After adding a plate of fried dough sticks, Luozhu quietly slipped aside, rubbing her aching lower back. Damn it, it wasn't her wedding, yet she was exhausted like a dog, even though she had been doing physical training.

The Tibetan Plateau is a world of exceptionally vibrant colors, cultivating in its people a keen sensitivity and love for color. Standing in one corner and looking around, regardless of the fabric of their robes or the amount of adornment they wear, everywhere is filled with strong and vivid ethnic customs. Horizontal prayer flags flutter in the wind, brimming with joy and celebration.

"Hey, I'm going to tell Grandma that you're slacking off!"

While she was engrossed in observing, her right shoulder was suddenly slapped. Startled, she turned around with a "Ah!" and met Gesang Zhuoma's smiling face.

"I just added a plate of fried dough for the guests, okay?" Luo Zhu rolled her eyes and pouted, her gaze unconsciously falling on Gesang Zhuoma.

Gesang Zhuoma's fur robe, like most women's, was patterned in red, blue, and green, with white cashmere trim on the collar, cuffs, and hem. She wore a rabbit fur hat adorned with gold flowers. Her thin braid, reaching her waist, was interspersed with colorful silk threads, adorned with turquoise, seashells, and silver pieces. Turquoise pendants hung from her ears, and a small red coral necklace adorned her neck. A second layer was a large, round silver box, exquisitely engraved with lotus patterns and inlaid with agate and turquoise. Bracelets, milk hooks, small daggers, silver coins, and carved belts—all the necessary ornaments were present, creating a striking and three-dimensional effect that accentuated her beautiful face with an air of elegance.

"Hehe, am I so beautiful that Sister Luo Zhu is mesmerized?" Gesang Zhuoma twirled lightly, pulling at the hem of her robe, her bright eyes sparkling with pride.

"Tch, vain," Luo Zhu scoffed, offering a gentle lecture, "A woman's beauty lies not in her appearance, but in her heart, understand?" She then tugged at her ever-present brown robe. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Her robe was adorned with colorful strips of cloth, but she wore virtually no adornments from head to toe, making her look far more shabby than the other women.

This was a classic case of "sour grapes," a saying Gesang Zhuoma was unfortunately unaware of.

She glanced at Luo Zhu for a moment, blinked her long eyes, and then playfully smiled. "Sister Luo Zhu is right, I'll remember your words." She affectionately took Luo Zhu's arm, pointed to a spot not far away, and exclaimed cheerfully, "Sister Luo Zhu, look over there! There's a pretty girl chatting and laughing with Brother Lang Cuo."

Although she had only known Sister Luo Zhu for half a year, she liked this woman very much. Despite being alone, she showed no signs of weakness or helplessness. Despite being somewhat indifferent to people and things, she displayed warmth in the end. Seemingly taciturn, once she started talking, she could chat endlessly for half a day, making you learn a great deal without even realizing it. Seemingly gentle and submissive, her eyes often flashed with anger, and she would even brandish a powerful fist.

When Brother Langcuo took Sister Luozhu in, she carried a large bag filled with clothes and belongings they had never seen before. She was a penniless yet resilient woman, winning the hearts of their family through her diligence, simplicity, self-confidence, and self-love. If the two brothers had met their sister-in-law two days later, Sister Luozhu would surely be the bride today, and Brother Langcuo would be one of the grooms. Alas, it's such a pity that their most outstanding brother, Langcuo, chose the path of marrying into the family, a path considered inferior. Hopefully, they will live a happy life after their marriage.

Following Gesang Zhuoma's finger, Luo Zhuo looked over and saw that Tashi Langcuo had changed into a long-sleeved fur robe. The collar, cuffs, and hem were trimmed with colorful cross-patterned fabric strips and otter fur. He wore a fox fur hat, a silver earring on his left ear, an amber necklace, and a large, round silver treasure box carved with elephant patterns and adorned with lake-blue turquoise. A knife, flint, and awl were at his waist, and he wore black flat leather boots. He was tall and imposing, with a masculine face, exuding an indescribable air of fierce heroism from head to toe. It was no wonder that such a man would be the object of many women's pursuit and admiration.

As if sensing her gaze, Tashi Langcuo suddenly turned his head to look in her direction. When their eyes met, the man grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and his slightly narrowed eyes held an undeniable joy and tenderness. He turned and said something to the young woman beside him, then pointed in their direction.

The beautifully dressed girl looked up and gazed in their direction, her eyes lingering on Luo Zhu for a few seconds before she left Zaxi Langcuo's side with a face full of disappointment and regret.

Chapter 017 A Joyful Wedding (Part Two)

"Hehe, Sister Luo Zhu, it seems Brother Langcuo has rejected another woman's invitation for you." Gesang Zhuoma shook her arm with a grin, "After the wedding, you must reward Brother Langcuo for his fidelity and try to get pregnant soon."

"Shameless brat, I'll tear your wicked mouth apart." Luo Zhu blushed and spat out a curse, reaching out to pinch Gesang Zhuoma's cheek.

"Haha, shy, shy, Sister Luozhu is shy again!" Gesang Zhuoma cried out as she dodged and ran towards Zhaxi Langcuo, "Brother Langcuo, save me! Sister Luozhu is going to tear my mouth apart!"

Zhaxi Langcuo watched with a smile as the woman closest to him and the woman he loved most chased and played with each other, his heart warming.

"They're here! They're here! The wedding procession is back!"

Suddenly, a young man waiting at the village entrance waved his arms and ran in, shouting with joy. The people sitting and chatting immediately erupted in excitement.

When Zhaxi Ciren appeared at the village entrance leading his bride, who was riding a white pregnant horse, Zhaxi Zeren was the first to go to greet them.

"The yellow banner is the lotus that appears on its own, the red banner is the rain that brings harmony, the blue banner is the longevity of descendants; the red banner planted on the lawn shines like deer antlers; the red banner planted on the roof is like a blazing fire that will prosper forever..." Enthusiastic people crowded both sides of the road, chanting folk songs, and colorful prayer banners continuously fluttered over the newlyweds, bringing their most sincere blessings.

As a non-Zaxi family member, Luo Zhu did not need to go to greet the bride, so he mingled in the crowd to watch the excitement, and also sprinkled his own blessings.

The two twin grooms of the Zaxi family stood on the right side of the white horse in order of seniority. Their fox fur hats were adorned with red cloth flowers, and their long-sleeved leather robes were made of creamy white lambskin, with otter fur trim on the hem and cuffs. A red cloth was draped diagonally over their left shoulders. They were fully adorned with earrings, necklaces, waist ornaments, and other accessories, looking dashing and festive. The bride on the white horse wore a felt hat, with a thin red veil draped over the brim, vaguely revealing her three-dimensional and bright face. She wore a cream-colored lambskin robe adorned with otter fur, wrapped with a colorful sash signifying her marriage. The robe was trimmed with strips of fabric, predominantly red, embroidered with vibrant patterns. The ornaments on her braids, ears, neck, and waist were the most abundant, lavish, and dazzling among all the women present, for she was the bride of the day.

Walking to the left of the white horse was the bride's maternal uncle, who was escorting her. The bride's dowry was transported by her family at the rear of the wedding procession.

When the procession arrived at Tashi's house, a white felt mat had been laid out outside, upon which were placed sacks of barley, adorned with swastika symbols drawn with grains of barley. Gesang Zhuoma and Tashi Langcuo, leading their three younger brothers, stood at the door, holding white hadas (ceremonial scarves) and fragrant wine, ready to welcome them.

The two grooms helped the bride dismount, her feet landing firmly on the barley sacks. When Tashi Langtso offered the wine, the wedding messengers brought by the bride's uncle questioned her in a fixed tune about the origin of the wine, the sincerity of the toast, and the significance of drinking it. Tashi Langtso answered this series of questions with a combination of speaking and singing. Only after the messengers were satisfied did the bride accept the offered wine and the hadas (ceremonial scarves) presented by Gesang Zhuoma and her three younger brothers, and she returned the hadas she had brought with her.

Next, the bride's uncle presented gifts such as livestock, cloth, animal hides, and food, and handed over the dowry to the groom's family. Then, led by young men and women carrying buttered tsampa, colorful arrows, wine pots, and wine bowls, and accompanied by the best man and bridesmaids, the bride walked three times around the incense altar by the door before entering Tashi's house. Tashi Azu sat at the head of the main hall, with Tashi's father and mother at the secondary seats. The bride and groom exchanged tokens of love under the elders' approving gazes, bowed to receive blessings and hadas (ceremonial scarves) from them, and then presented hadas to the elders in return.

The main hall was too small to accommodate many people, so after the ceremony, the bride was led to the north bridal chamber to rest, while the grooms went out to join the guests. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, moved to the banquet area set up on the left side of the house. Once everyone was seated, the wedding banquet officially began.

Large basins of barley were poured into pots, and chunks of beef and mutton were thrown into boiling broth. A bonfire roared, and the fat sheep on the roasting rack sizzled. Sweet and mellow barley wine was poured into wooden bowls, and dishes such as blood sausage, fatty meat, and dried meat were served one after another.

After a round of drinks, the wedding procession sang wedding vows again, praising the bride's parents, her virtue, diligence, wealth, and popularity with auspicious blessings and exaggerated words. The groom's side also enthusiastically participated, offering their own praise and blessings. Everyone sang and talked at the banquet, their words witty and humorous. When the young men and women came down from their seats and danced and sang around the bonfire, the atmosphere of the wedding banquet reached its climax.

Luo Zhu huddled in the outermost corner, hurriedly grabbing pieces of meat and stuffing them into his mouth. Oh, so much meat! This wedding for Zaxi's family had almost depleted half of their savings. They had calculated that Zaxi Langcuo's marriage wouldn't cost much, their daughter's wedding wouldn't cost too much, and their three sons were too young; when they got married in a few years, the family would have plenty of savings again.

Hmm, after the wedding, who knows how long it will be before they have such a precious opportunity to eat meat and drink so much wine. Overcoming her psychological barrier to the gamey smell, she chewed diligently, desperately absorbing the high protein to replenish her nutrients.

"Sister Luozhu!" Suddenly, Gesang Zhuoma excitedly dragged a man through the boisterous crowd.

Luozhu was chewing beef when the sudden shout caused her to inhale sharply, and the meat stuck in her throat. She quickly grabbed a bowl of butter tea and gulped it down, thus avoiding choking. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!)

"Sister Luozhu, are you a reincarnated starving ghost?" Gesang Zhuoma laughed as she patted her back, teasing, "How come you almost choked to death?" " Who

told you to call back your soul?" She patted her chest, annoyed, "Langcuo went to sing a congratulatory song, why aren't you dancing, what are you doing here?"

"Sister Luozhu, let me introduce you to someone." Gesang Zhuoma pushed the man next to her forward, "This is Wangbi Qumu, the second son of the Wangbi family. He just returned from afar with his uncle who does business. You haven't met him much yet. He came to my house today to offer his congratulations, and I specifically brought him to see you." She tugged at the man's sleeve, urging, "Qumu, hurry up and greet Sister Luozhu."

"Sister Luozhu, hello."

Wangbiqumu was also a robust young man, around eighteen or nineteen years old, with a dark red face and a bright white smile, looking quite honest. However, his narrow eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

"Hello, Qumu." Luozhu smiled and nodded amicably to the young man, shifting her body to make room for the two of them.

"Sister Luozhu, Qumu always brings back so many interesting stories whenever she comes back from outside. I love listening to them." Gesang Zhuoma snuggled up to Wangbiqumu, grabbed a fried dough stick and popped it into her mouth, playfully pushing the man. "Qumu, now that there's someone else listening, you have to make your stories interesting."

"Okay." Wangbiqumu continued to smile憨憨地, patting Zhuoma's shoulder and pulling her into his arms. A deep affection welled up in his shrewd eyes, clearly showing that he loved the woman beside him as much as his brothers.

At this point, Luozhu had met all three of Gesang Zhuoma's fiancés. She secretly spat. This shameless brat was really lucky; she found three brothers who were devoted to her. It seemed she would definitely live a happy and sexually fulfilling life after marriage.

Chapter 018 A Joyful Wedding (Part 3)

"This time, when I went out with my uncle, we first went to Lhasa. In the Jokhang Temple, we prostrated ourselves before the great king Songtsen Gampo from hundreds of years ago, and—"

"Wait, can you tell me the story of King Songtsen Gampo? I've only heard my ancestor mention it briefly before, but besides saying that the king was an incomparably great son of the gods, she couldn't tell me any other good stories. I asked the most learned monk in the temple, but he wouldn't listen at all." Gesang Zhuoma looked at Wangbi Qumu with curious and pleading eyes.

Looking into those beautiful eyes, Wangbiqumu felt a surge of pride at being needed: "Hehe, Zhuoma, you've come to the right person this time. I really heard quite a few stories about the great king Songtsen Gampo in Lhasa. It's said that he could speak from birth and inherited..."

Lhasa? Jokhang Temple? Songtsen Gampo?

Isn't Lhasa the ancient name for Lhasa? Songtsen Gampo was a great Tibetan king hundreds of years ago, and the Jokhang Temple was built by Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty. So what dynasty is the Central Plains in now? The Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms? Song and Yuan? Or the early Ming Dynasty? Observing the clothing, food, customs, and wedding scene here, it's impossible to determine which region it belongs to. Everything is always somewhat different from what I know.

But there is also Lhasa here, there is also Songtsen Gampo, there is also the Jokhang Temple and the Tang-Tibet Ancient Road. So, did history change course midway? Luo Zhu gently tapped her confused head. Whether history had changed course or continued unchanged, she had truly traveled through time and was living on an ancient plateau. As long as she was alive, she had to take responsibility for her life.

As Wangbi Qumu narrated, her thoughts drifted to Princess Wencheng, who left a illustrious mark on the history of marriage alliances.

"Beautiful Princess Wencheng, you came from the distant Tang Dynasty, bringing 360 kinds of seeds; beautiful Princess Wencheng, you came from the distant Tang Dynasty, bringing 360 kinds of birds and beasts; beautiful Princess Wencheng, you came from the distant Tang Dynasty, bringing 360 kinds of artisans; beautiful Princess Wencheng, you came from the distant Tang Dynasty, bringing 360 kinds of silk; beautiful Princess Wencheng, you came from the distant Tang Dynasty, the light of Buddha illuminated the earth..." Later generations of Tibetans sang of her achievements, preserving her image in murals and temples. But as a woman, did she truly fall in love at first sight with the handsome Songtsen Gampo, as depicted in the legends, and live happily ever after?

A sixteen-year-old girl endured a difficult journey and a long four-year wait outside Lhasa before finally entering the city as a noble princess of the Tang Dynasty. Her wedding night was spent outside the city. When she married him, her husband already had three Tibetan consorts and had also married Princess Trizin of Nepal. What good was building the magnificent Potala Palace for her? What good was giving her the unique title of "Zanmon"? How much of the kingly heart, divided among women, truly belonged to her, and not to the powerful Tang Dynasty behind her? Six years after entering the city, her husband died. She lived a life without children, widowed for thirty years. How did she endure those long and desolate days alone? Perhaps she was an outstanding ambassador for cultural exchange, but as a woman, she was unfortunate and tragic.

With a sigh for that great yet tragic woman, Luo Zhu was thankful that she hadn't died and been reborn as Princess Wencheng. Then, a smile played on her lips, followed by a self-deprecating laugh at her wild, unrestrained thoughts.

"...Later, I left Lhasa and went to the Guge Kingdom. There I saw many things I had never seen before, and many foreigners dressed in strange clothes." Wangbiqumu's narration continued, gradually piquing her interest.

The Guge Kingdom? Could it be the Guge Kingdom established by Deji Nyima Gon, the great-grandson of Langdarma, the last emperor of the Tubo Dynasty, after the collapse of the Tubo Dynasty, when he led his followers to flee to Ali?! The Guge Dynasty had a history of over seven hundred years. In the modern 21st century, the magnificent palace is now nothing but countless stone ruins, standing silently in the yellow sands of the western plateau.

Suddenly, Luozhu felt a strong urge to go and see it. She had visited the ruins of the Guge Palace in modern times. Standing atop the ruins at the very top of the palace, overlooking the earthen forest below, her heart was filled with the desolation of history. Now she actually had the chance to witness the brilliance and splendor of past history. Even though she wasn't an archaeologist, as a former backpacker, she couldn't suppress her excitement and exhilaration.

"Qumu, is there a King of Guge in the Guge royal city? What does he look like?" she asked before Gesang Zhuoma could.

"How could a lowly commoner like me possibly see the King of Guge? But the people of Guge have great reverence for him. Legend has it that he, like the great king Songtsen Gampo hundreds of years ago, was a son of the gods. He was born with the ability to summon vultures and command snow leopards. His body was as strong and powerful as a wild yak, his eyes as majestic and sharp as a vulture, his strength as terrifying as a bear, and his speed as swift as a leopard. He was nobler than a lion, more cruel than a wolf, more..."

Luo Zhu looked at Wangbi Qumu, who was still faithfully relaying the rumors, and her lips twitched, a black line sliding down her forehead. Was this guy sure he was talking about a human and not a hybrid of beast and monster? If a human really looked like that, would he still be called human? Gesang Zhuoma listened with great interest, and not wanting to interrupt and ask her to change the subject, she patiently continued listening until finally, the clouds parted and Wangbi Qumu changed the subject.

"...In the capital of Guge, there was a Lotus Dharma King, deeply respected and loved by the people. It is said that he became a monk at a young age, received initiation at five, and went to Lhasa at seven..."

Wangbi Qumu's tale simply shifted from one person's legend to another, the mysterious and esoteric content utterly boring to Gesang Zhuoma.

"Lozhu, come and dance!" After offering a blessing song to his brother and sister-in-law, Tashi Langtso quickly came over and beckoned to her.

Lozhu, who was almost yawning, felt relieved and smiled apologetically at Gesang Zhuoma: "I'm sorry, Zhuoma, Langtso is inviting me to dance."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Gesang Zhuoma, engrossed in the story, waved her hand dismissively, her eyes fixed on Wangbi Qumu, not looking away for a second.

Wow, she's actually not well-liked. Damn it, if it weren't for the fear of getting into trouble, she'd have way more stories and legends in her head than Wangbiqumu. Besides, hearing about things from ten thousand miles away is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles; what's the use of just listening? You only absorb false knowledge. After she and Zhaxi Langcuo get married, she'll drag him out of the mountains with her and let them see the outside world.

Luo Zhu thought disdainfully. She stood up and walked towards Zhaxi Langcuo with a smile, placing her hand in his large hand. In that instant of being held, she suddenly felt that although she was ordinary and insignificant, she was happier than the great Princess Wencheng, and happier than her parents who were entangled in endless love and hatred.

Chapter 019 Wedding Sudden Change (Part 1)

The bonfire danced even brighter and more dazzling under the brilliant sunlight. The plump roasted lamb on the rack was constantly turned by the village's famously skilled roaster, the meat gradually turning golden brown, emitting an enticing aroma, and it looked ready to be taken off the rack, cut into pieces, and plated.

The cowhorn harp played softly, and the hand drum gently struck. Enthusiastic songs soared high, long sleeves fluttered joyfully, and countless pairs of leather boots stomped out in neat and melodious rhythms. On this festive day, people sang, danced, laughed, and talked to their hearts' content, drinking and eating heartily, their faces beaming with simple and touching smiles.

"Langcuo, I'm so happy today!" Luozhu flung her sleeves, her right foot swaying and flipping, quickly exchanging places with Zhaxi Langcuo.

"You'll be even happier when we get married," Zhaxi Langcuo said, looking at the radiantly smiling fairy, his eyes, brows, and lips filled with an overwhelming tenderness.

Luozhu blushed, spat at him, and playfully stuck out her tongue, making a face. With a few quick spins, she spun past him and danced among several boba girls.

Zhaxi Langcuo chuckled, alternating between her left and right feet, turning and spinning, dancing among a group of young men.

"The lamb's roasted!" the roasting lamb uncle shouted, spreading joy and drawing cheers.

The golden, fragrant, and steaming roasted lamb was placed on the cutting board by the campfire, and the uncle picked up a sharp knife, preparing to debone and butcher the meat. Suddenly, a loud horn pierced through the wedding clamor, reaching everyone's ears. Before anyone could react, another long horn followed.

The boisterous wedding scene froze into silence, as if doused with ice water. People straightened up, their eyes fixed on the source of the sound.

On the eastern hilltop stood a tall tower, and the horn sound was coming from there. Below the tower, on the hillside where the lord resided, many figures could be vaguely seen moving about.

The loud, long horns sounded one after another; they were not celebratory horns, but horns announcing an enemy attack and urging the soldiers to battle.

"Oh no! Enemy attack!" Zaxi Aba, standing at the head of the banquet, frowned deeply and shouted, "The wedding is suspended! All able-bodied men, put on your armor, grab your weapons, and assemble at the lord's house! The elderly, women, and children, find somewhere to hide!" In Namu'a Village, Zaxi Aba held prestige no less than the village chief. His words were often heeded even by the village chief. His

words had barely left his lips when the frozen wedding scene erupted into chaos again. The joyful atmosphere was replaced by tension and panic. The crowd, gathered together, scattered like oil from a splattering pan, amidst the helpless cries of children, the shrill screams of women, and the tense shouts of men.

Luo Zhu stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the rapidly fleeing crowd. What…what happened? This vast expanse of rolling alpine meadows, fertile river valleys and farmlands, thriving cattle and sheep, a benevolent lord, and peaceful people—she had been here for half a year, and every day she had witnessed a tranquil and idyllic paradise. How could they suddenly be facing an enemy attack? Where were the enemies? Lost in thought, a woman suddenly slammed into her shoulder, causing her to stagger and nearly fall to the ground, becoming the target of a stampede.

“Watch out!” A pair of rough, dark hands steadied her in time, preventing a fatal stampede. She was then lifted up and quickly weaved through the chaotic crowd.

The jubilant crowd outside dispersed in the blink of an eye. Overturned low tables and scattered food lay everywhere. A roasted lamb on the cutting board had been knocked into the fire, emitting a foul, burnt smell.

"Langcuo!" She clutched Tashi Langcuo's robe tightly, her face still filled with bewilderment even after he was carefully placed in the main hall.

"Don't be afraid, Luozhu. It's probably just Lord Geladorong leading his troops to attack again," Tashi Langcuo gently comforted her. "He comes to cause trouble almost every year. Just stay put with Azu and the others, I'll be back soon."

"Langcuo, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and get ready!" Tashi's father lifted the curtain and entered the main hall, shouting sternly at Tashi Langcuo, "We'll go to the stables to get the horses first, hurry up and follow me." He had changed from his festive long-sleeved leather robe to a simple and convenient short-sleeved one, removing all the large ornaments around his neck, and wearing rough brown leather armor on his chest, back, and waist. He carried a large knife at his waist and a bow and arrows on his back, exuding a fierce and menacing aura. Tashi Tsering and Tashi Tsering, who followed behind him, were dressed similarly.

“Yes, Father.” Tashi Langtso patted Luozhu’s head, smiled reassuringly at her, and ran towards the storage room in the west wing without looking back.

“Langtso—” Luozhu’s heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to grab him, but grasped only empty air.

The wedding procession, consisting of six strong young men including the bride’s uncle, and Wangbiqumu, who had come to attend the wedding, all removed their cumbersome decorations at Tashi’s house, tied their robes tightly, and carried swords and arrows, following Tashi’s father out. Their village and Namu’a Village belonged to the same lord, and they both had an obligation to fight against invading enemies.

“Ani, come with me quickly.” Tashi’s mother, holding Deyang’s hand, stepped forward and grabbed the still dazed Luozhu, leading her out the door and hurrying towards the cowshed. The bride had already come out of the bridal chamber in the north wing, supporting Tashi Azu as they followed behind. Gesang Zhuoma and Wangbiqumu hurriedly said goodbye and also led Gerong and Duorong straight over.

“Auntie, Langcuo… Langcuo isn’t a soldier!” Luozhu, her body involuntarily pulled by Zaxi’s mother towards the cowshed, turned back worriedly.

“Ani, in our area, as soon as the lord sounds the battle horn, all the able-bodied men from over a dozen villages have to take up arms and fight. The elderly, women, and children should find a place to hide so they don’t get found by the attacking enemy and become a burden to the men.” Zaxi’s mother’s brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with deep worry and indignation. “Lord Geladorong’s territory borders ours. He’s cruel and warlike, always thinking of seizing our lord’s land and property. He attacked us once during the New Year and was soundly defeated by the lord. We’ve finally had a peaceful six months, and now he’s attacking again today.”

“My father and brother are both top-notch warriors; they’ll definitely kill all the enemies and return safely.” Deyang shook off Zaxi’s mother’s hand and walked backwards ahead. Proudly puffing out his chest and patting it vigorously, he declared with boundless pride, "When I'm two years older, I can go to the battlefield with my father and brothers to fight for our lord and become a top-notch man!" "

We will too!" The two twin boys, not to be outdone, broke free from Gesang Zhuoma's grasp and jumped up and down, patting their chests enthusiastically. "Then we'll definitely be admired by girls just like our brothers!"

"In two years, you'll only be twelve or thirteen. You're still far from being top-notch men. Where will girls admire you?" Zaxi Azu was amused by the three boys' boastful words, his cloudy, gentle eyes overflowing with affection for his grandsons. "You should first learn your skills from your father and brothers, and grow up in four or five years."

Zaxi Azu's words made everyone laugh, and the tense and fearful atmosphere dissipated considerably. Just then, the rapid sound of horses' hooves rang out, and every now and then a valiant figure galloped past, converging on the distant mountainside. Among them were the men of their family, and the laughter suddenly turned into a suppressed silence.

When everyone silently reached the cowshed, Gesang Zhuoma shook her head and feigned a lighthearted laugh, saying, "Father and brothers are top-notch men, and Wangbiqumu, who is always out and about, is also a top-notch man. I see that Sister-in-law's uncle and the young men accompanying the bride are all brave and fierce; they must be top-notch men too. We don't need to worry about them. Mother, let's hide quickly and not let them worry or hold them back."

"Zhuoma is right," Zaxi's mother composed herself, pulled at the corners of her mouth, and squeezed Luozhu's hand tightly to comfort her. Together with Gesang Zhuoma, she cleared away the pile of dry grass in the corner of the cowshed, revealing a square stone slab about a meter in size. After moving the slab aside, a narrow cellar entrance, barely large enough for one person to crawl through, was suddenly revealed.

Zaxi's mother called to her newlywed daughter-in-law, "Dezhen, quickly help Azu hide inside."

The bride, Dawa Dezhen, responded crisply and helped Zaxi Azu slowly down into the cellar, followed by three little boys.

Standing at the cellar entrance, Luo Zhu's mind was still blank, unable to function properly.

How did she suddenly become a civilian hiding from the Japanese devils in the tunnel warfare?

Chapter 020 Wedding Sudden Change (Part Two)

"Sister Luo Zhu, hurry down!"

Gesang Zhuoma pushed her blank body, and she was startled, slowly coming back to her senses. She raised her foot to go down, but then suddenly pulled it back, politely saying to Zaxi's mother, "Mother, you go down first."

"Anizi can go down. Zhuoma and I still need to cover the stone slab and pile up the hay." Zaxi's mother smiled and shook her head in refusal.

Yes, the large stone slab needed to be covered again, and the hay pile needed to be disguised again. Luo Zhu nodded understandingly, stretched out her foot again, but suddenly stopped again. Stepping aside, Gesang Zhuoma looked up at Zaxi Ama earnestly and said, "Ama, you go down. Zhuoma and I will cover the stone slabs and pile up the hay."

"No, Ani, go down."

"Ama, go down."

"Oh dear, stop arguing. We have more than one hiding place." Gesang Zhuoma stamped her foot helplessly. "Whether the enemy will sneak into the village is still uncertain. What's the point of arguing? I'll make the decision. Luozhu, go down."

"No, Ama, go down." Luozhu's serious expression remained unchanged, and her earnest tone was the same.

Zaxi Ama and Gesang Zhuoma exchanged glances, about to persuade her again. She calmly repeated, "Ama, go down."

After half a year of living together, the family had a certain understanding of Luozhu's stubbornness at times, and at this moment, they could only compromise and back down. Then they thought that although this cellar was the most secret hiding place, the enemy had never attacked the village in more than ten years. Many people simply hide in any secluded spot at home, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

"Auntie, go downstairs." Luo Zhu saw the softening on Zaxi's mother's face, and a gentle smile spread across her lips.

"Alright, Auntie, go downstairs. Annie and Zhuoma, you'd better hide well." Zaxi's mother no longer refused, took Luo Zhu's hand, patted it, and slowly shrank into the cellar.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma lifted the stone slab to cover the cellar entrance, then piled dry grass on top, completely erasing any trace of hiding.

Whew—

finally, the elderly, the weak, and the pregnant were all taken care of. Luo Zhu brushed the dust off her hands, turned to Gesang Zhuoma, and asked with a smile, "Zhuoma, where do we hide?"

Gesang Zhuoma smiled mysteriously at her, walked to the dim earthen wall next to the pile of grass, and pressed her hand against a crack. Using the crack as a boundary, a narrow, dark door flipped open in the earthen wall.

“This makeshift shelter can only accommodate two people. Come in.” She carefully led Luo Zhu through the small doorway, reminding her, “Be gentle, don’t damage the adobe bricks.”

As the doorway spun back into place, the space inside was plunged into a chaotic darkness, with only a few small gaps above letting in a few slivers of light and a breath of fresh air. Just an inch from their noses was the dry adobe wall, and their backs were pressed against it as well. Their noses were filled not only with the smells of earth and hay, but also with a strong stench of mutton and yak excrement.

“How long will we be standing here?” she asked in a low voice, letting out a long breath. In those anti-Japanese war films, people hid under large stoves and wood pens, in rice and water jars, under livestock troughs… the possibilities were endless. She had watched with great interest, never expecting that she would soon be experiencing it herself. She wasn't afraid of practicing the standing exercises, but she was terrified of being suffocated by the stench of excrement and urine.

"Hide until Dad and Brother come knocking on the wall."

"How long?"

"Maybe half a day, maybe a day, I don't know." Gesang Zhuoma paused, then added, "You can see the sky lighten and darken through the cracks."

"Is there any food?"

"There's roasted barley flour and a large pot of water in the cellar, enough for six people to last three days, but there's nothing in the hidden wall."

"Oh."

Luo Zhu responded indifferently, and then silence fell over the hidden wall.

"...Why did you insist on not hiding in the cellar?" After a moment of silence, Gesang Zhuoma suddenly asked.

"Can you move the stone slab by yourself?" she asked curiously, staring at the dark earthen wall.

"Stop playing dumb, I want the truth."

"...In the cellar, there are old people, young children, and a pregnant woman—all vulnerable groups who need care. I'm terrible at taking care of people; I'd be useless standing there. Your mother is different. She's Azu's wife, the pregnant woman's mother-in-law, and the mother of three children. Gentle, considerate, strong, and incredibly skilled at caring for others—she's far more useful than me."

"...So you want to work my mother to death?" Gesang Zhuoma tilted her head slightly, speaking through gritted teeth, but a subtle smile played on her lips in the darkness. The awkward Luo Zhu was truly adorable.

"No, I'm just very self-aware." Luo Zhu tucked her hands into her sleeves cautiously. "By the way, let's talk less to avoid revealing our location." These cracked mud-brick walls probably weren't very soundproof. Fortunately, although the space was small, the temperature wasn't too low. Wearing a down jacket, fleece shirt, and fleece pants, she didn't feel too cold. She just wondered if she'd be here until nightfall, and hoped she wouldn't be frozen solid when she came out.

"Hehe, Sister Luo Zhu, actually, the village hasn't been invaded by enemies in the last ten years or so. Those enemies were all driven back by the lord's troops outside the valley and hills. You don't need to be too nervous." "

Then why do we all have to hide? Didn't your father yell very sternly back then?"

"Because the village was attacked by enemies once more than ten years ago. My mother told me that a group of enemies circled into the village from a mountain path, killing every villager they found—they were extremely brutal. Luckily, my father led the soldiers back to the village in time and killed the enemies, otherwise the whole village would have been destroyed. Since then, every household has built a hidden hiding place. When there's a situation, the men go to the battlefield, and those left behind hide. It gradually became a habit."

Once bitten, twice shy. She expressed her complete understanding. But why did Gesang Zhuoma's explanation give her a sense of absurdity and unease, like everyone was playing hide-and-seek? If she didn't hide, everyone else would, and she'd be looked down upon. Besides, as the saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry. What if enemies broke into the village and, seeing someone like her wandering around aimlessly, just slashed her with a knife?

Life is precious, and you only have one. She didn't want to die a death heavier than Mount Tai, but at least she couldn't die a death lighter than a feather, could she?

Ahhh, since the collapse of the Tubo Dynasty, this Tibetan Plateau has been in a state of division and fragmentation. Large and small feudal lord groups have been fighting and devouring each other for years, making the whole society unstable. She'd been living too comfortably and peacefully for the past six months, not even bothering to do a basic investigation of the dangers around her.

No wonder the men here all have the good habit of getting up early to practice physical fitness and sparring with each other in horsemanship, archery, and swordsmanship; it turns out the whole nation is a soldier. Luo Zhu almost roared to the sky. Damn it, why didn't the heavens let her transmigrate to the prosperous Han and Tang dynasties? Or the Kangxi and Qianlong eras? Even if she were to transmigrate into Princess Wencheng's body as one of her dowry maids, she wouldn't mind. At least the Central Plains and Tibet were in a relatively stable and prosperous era, with a safety factor many times higher than now.

"Sister Luo Zhu, what are you doing?" Gesang Zhuoma asked curiously when she saw that Luo Zhu hadn't responded for a while.

Could it be said that she was having a fierce brainstorming session? She pursed her lips and slowly uttered two words: "Sleeping."

"You can sleep standing up like a horse?" Gesang Zhuoma was even more curious.

"How can a person be inferior to an animal?" she replied quietly, "So, if a horse can sleep standing up, I can too..." The faint echo dissipated into the darkness, ethereal and waveless.

...

Gesang Zhuoma remained silent, her eyes lowered, trying to stand up to sleep.

Chapter 21 Discovery? Capture (Part 1)

In a daze, Luo Zhu suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her left hand, which was tucked into her sleeve. Her eyes snapped open, but everything was still dark, and the unpleasant smell still filled her nostrils. A cold hand appeared in her right sleeve, its trembling fingertips still pinching the back of her hand.

"Hey," she whispered, reaching into her sleeve with her left hand and slowly pulling the cold, trembling hand away. At the same time, she turned her right hand over and rubbed Gesang Zhuoma's somewhat rough handbag between her hands. It was one thing to shiver from the cold and hide in her sleeve for warmth, but was it really necessary to pinch her so hard? With such a hard pinch, the back of her well-maintained, fair hand must be bruised.

"I...I think I heard a woman and a child crying..." In the darkness, Gesang Zhuoma's low voice trembled with fear.

Luo Zhu's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Her still somewhat dazed and sluggish mind suddenly cleared, and she quickly calmed herself, holding her breath and listening intently. The more she listened, the tighter her heart clenched. The mud-brick walls, riddled with small cracks, were indeed not very soundproof. She could vaguely hear not only the cries of women and children, but also the sounds of horses' hooves, the howls of cattle and sheep, and hurried running, and even the shouts of men.

The village, which had not been invaded by enemies for more than ten years, was attacked again today! Had Zaxi Langcuo and his men been defeated? Or had the enemy split into several groups, with someone specifically targeting them from the rear? Either way, it was something she did not want to accept, something she did not want to see.

Her scalp tingled and tingled, and a chill crept up from the soles of her feet. Her tense heart suddenly felt cold and bitter, and cold sweat broke out on her skin. A strong fear of impending death arose from the depths of her soul, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Unconsciously, her hands tightened their grip more and more.

“Luo…Luozhu…Sister…”

Gesang Zhuoma trembled, enduring the pain as she stretched out her other hand and covered Luozhu’s hand, squeezing it tightly, forcefully, desperately.

Both hands, clasped and twisted, were equally cold, equally sticky, and equally trembling. They both needed to vent their escalating fear by abusing others, and to remind themselves of the need to remain calm through intense pain.

"Don't...don't make a sound..." Luo Zhu took deep breaths, trying to steady her voice. "We're hiding so well, they definitely won't find us." Yes, they were hiding in a narrow passage. Although television had shown this kind of hiding place to death, and although it was common knowledge among modern people, the ancient Tibetan Plateau didn't have advanced film and television media, and the people of the plateau hadn't received this kind of popular education. They definitely wouldn't discover the secret of the passage. She kept reassuring herself, telling herself to stay calm! Stay calm! Stay calm!

As soon as she finished speaking, a series of chaotic and powerful running sounds entered her ears, getting closer and closer, clearly heading towards the cowshed.

"Haha, I didn't expect there to be so many fat cattle here!"

"Squad leader, there are also many dairy goats in the shed next door!"

Two rough male voices were full of surprise.

Men? No, enemies! Killers! Cold sweat dripped down Luo Zhu's forehead and nose, but she didn't dare to wipe it away. Having lived for twenty years and been a backpacker for three, she had dehydrated while hiking, tumbled down hillsides, fallen into rivers, and faced robbers and thugs, but never before had she so quietly and consciously confronted the threat of death.

Their hands clasped tightly, offering each other meager encouragement. In the darkness, they clearly felt each other's trembling bodies and the fear flowing from the depths of their hearts; their breathing became incredibly soft.

"Drag out the strongest, fattest cattle and sheep!" one of the rougher male voices shouted.

"Yes, sir!" came the crisp reply, followed by the howls of the yaks and the slightly softer bleating of the sheep.

Drag them, drag them, drag them out quickly! Luo Zhu prayed repeatedly in her heart, even hoping the yaks in the shed would make a bigger commotion, ideally a collective outbreak of mad cow disease to drive away all the imminent danger.

"Squad leader, the cattle and sheep have been selected." This time, the voice reporting was different from any of the previous male voices; it was probably another soldier.

"You guys take them back first! The rest of you come with me to look around elsewhere!" The rough male voice laughed gleefully, "We're sure to find some more good stuff."

Listening to the chaotic footsteps, she leaned against the earthen wall and exhaled a very light and long breath. Had she escaped a calamity? Had she really escaped a calamity? She kept asking herself, her eyes swollen and sore, hot tears swirling inside.

"Silver Lion, what are you sniffing over there?" The rough voice, which was about to leave, suddenly shouted again.

Luo Zhu's heart, which had not yet relaxed, jumped into her throat, every cell in her body freezing. She heard the three most crucial words in the voice, "sniffing over what," could it be... could it be referring to... referring to—

"Awooo—Awooo—Awooo—"

As if to confirm her thoughts, a strange yet somewhat familiar muffled thunder rumbled from outside the wall, slowly approaching the narrow passage in front of her. It was the howl of an animal, a howl more powerful and deep than the barks of the village dogs, a little like the squeal of a pig, yet fierce and ferocious, more like the roar of a lion in a wildlife park. Before her transmigration, she had the good fortune to hear the howl of a top-quality purebred Tibetan Mastiff in a wealthy Tibetan family in Lhasa.

"Awoooooo—Awoooooo—"

A series of howls, like rolling thunder, rang out wildly outside the wall opposite her, accompanied by the scraggling sound of paws, overwhelming the yak commotion inside the shed with absolute dominance.

Sweat and tears streamed down her face like waterfalls, her heart sank into an icy abyss, and Luo Zhu closed her eyes in despair. Damn it, which bastard brought a Tibetan Mastiff into the village! Even cement walls aren't necessarily effective at blocking the smell, let alone these cracked adobe walls. While that beast's sense of smell might not be as good as that of specially trained search and rescue dogs, police dogs, or drug-sniffing dogs, it was definitely among the top few. "Aaaaah—this is fate's against her! If she dies, she'll definitely, absolutely, definitely seek revenge on the King of Hell!

" A rough, raucous laugh echoed: "Judging from Yin Ni's reaction, there must be something hidden in that wall! You two, go and knock it open!"

"Yes, Captain."

Two footsteps sounded one after the other, gradually approaching the wall.

"Zhuoma, isn't the wall behind us thinner?" Luo Zhu's tightly closed eyes slightly opened a crack, and she loosened her grip on Gesang Zhuoma's fingers.

"...Yes." Gesang Zhuoma's heart was filled with resigned despair, her only consolation being that her family hiding in the cellar hadn't been discovered yet. She lowered her eyes and released Luo Zhu's hand.

"Can we break it open with our bodies?" The deadly footsteps drew closer, and she had no time to hesitate; she had to make a decision immediately.

"Probably...maybe," Gesang Zhuoma replied uncertainly. "The back wall was knocked down from the outside by a yak. When it was being repaired, I saw Tsering lazily mix a lot of hay into the mud."

"Good. Let's break down the back wall immediately and rush out in all directions. We'll lure that beast and the enemy away, otherwise they'll find the cellar sooner or later." The stone slab on the cellar was just one of a dozen or so slabs, its surface covered with cow dung and piled with hay. The Tibetan mastiff wouldn't notice it for a while, but it wouldn't withstand the beast's careful sniffing. Anyway, they had already been discovered. Continuing to hide inside the wall meant death, and breaking down the wall to escape also meant death, but choosing the latter might bring a chance of survival to the vulnerable group in the cellar.

Nima was thinking one moment that he couldn't die a light death, and the next moment he was about to die a worthy death. God's window was far too small! What's most hateful is that this window was opened for someone else. Luo Zhu cursed bitterly through gritted teeth in the pervasive darkness of death.

Chapter 22 Discovery? Capture (Part Two)

Gesang Zhuoma's body jolted upon hearing this, and she quickly turned her head, only to see a blurry profile. In the darkness, her bright eyes were filled with astonishment and shock, and glistening tears welled up: "Sister Luo Zhu, I'm sorry, I... I'll be your servant in my next life to repay your kindness to the Zhaxi family."

"It's not like I'm the only one dying. Don't you also have to risk your life to save your family? Consider it my way of repaying your family for taking me in, and thanking Langcuo for the love he gave me. We're even." Luo Zhu smiled bitterly. In the face of life and death, no one owes anyone anything. No one owes anyone anything. Living is the most important thing! To be honest, she was an ordinary person who was afraid of death, cowardly, and selfish. If their hiding place hadn't been discovered first, she might have coldly watched as Zaxi's family was searched in the cellar, never suggesting they escape by crashing into the wall for cover. After all, no amount of kindness could outweigh her own precious life. Right now, she just wanted to make her death worthwhile; if she had to blame anyone, it was only her bad luck.

"I'll count to three, then we'll all slam our heads against the wall together. Remember, once the wall breaks, we'll scatter and escape," she whispered, trying to suppress the urge to scream, controlling her trembling body, gathering all her strength in her shoulders and back, ready to strike.

Thump—thump—thump—

A violent thud echoed from outside the wall directly opposite them, the entire wall shaking and trembling. The falling mortar not only splattered Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma from head to toe, but also nearly blinded them. A shocking, translucent crack appeared before their eyes in an instant. The situation was urgent!

"One, two, three—ram!" Luo Zhu shouted suddenly, tilting her shoulder and back, simultaneously slamming into the wall with all her might along with Gesang Zhuoma.

Her physical strength, honed over three years, finally came in handy in this critical moment; a dull, aching pain shot through her shoulder and back. With a crashing sound, she tumbled into the pile of mud. The blinding sunlight instantly pierced her pupils; she reflexively closed her eyes tightly, then quickly opened them again. Enduring the pain in her shoulder and back, she struggled to her feet, digging away the clods of earth that had covered her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Gesang Zhuoma struggling in the mud, and quickly reached out to pull her up, fulfilling her last act of friendship.

"Run!"

Leaving behind a single, brief word, she sprinted forward to the right, ignoring everything else. The sound of the earthen wall collapsing behind her, the man's shouts, the howls of the Tibetan mastiffs, and Gesang Zhuoma's mournful cries—all were thrown to the back of her mind.

A strong high-altitude wind rushed towards her, whistling past her ears, stinging her cheeks, and making it almost impossible to open her eyes. She strides forward, running with all her might. She imagines herself as Liu Xiang in the 100-meter hurdles, as Usain Bolt pushing the limits of human endurance, as Michael Phelps swimming freely. The soft grass that used to be comfortable underfoot now becomes a stumbling block; her clothes, which used to protect her from the cold, now become a burden that increases resistance.

She gasps for breath, her heart pounding violently, her chest feeling as if it's about to explode. A sharp pain rises in her ears, accompanied by a piercing ringing, like a death knell. No matter how much pain or discomfort she felt, she couldn't stop running.

"Agh—"

A deafening howl erupted as a heavy, ferocious slam slammed into her back, slamming her to the ground, her mouth full of grass.

She was doomed!

Those three bloody words flashed through her mind. The moment she collapsed onto the damp, cold grass, the suppressed fear finally broke free, relentlessly assaulting every cell in her body. All her energy seemed to have been exhausted during the run; her limbs were weak and powerless, her body convulsing and trembling like someone having an epileptic seizure.

Luo Zhu's mouth was wide open, her tongue half-protruding, as she gasped for breath, bits of grass falling from her mouth with each gasp. Two heavy, powerful claws pressed her shoulders firmly to the grass, their sharp, hard claws piercing her thick clothing; a little more pressure and they would pierce her skin and dig into her flesh. A warm breath wafted from the back of her neck, carrying a faint, cold, fishy stench. The deep, rumbling sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of the earth, held a chilling, nerve-wracking danger. A drop of hot liquid landed on her bare left earlobe. For reasons she couldn't quite explain, she found herself panting as she slowly and laboriously lifted her head to the upper left.

A massive head, a broad nose, and a short, thick bridge. Downward-looking, blue, triangular eyes, venomous yet calm, deep and menacing. A thick muzzle half-open, revealing a set of sharp, gleaming, snow-white teeth, a drop of hot, metallic saliva clinging to its chin. A muscular neck with a thick, erect mane, resembling that of a silver-grey African lion.

Her terrified eyes widened, her blank, dazed mind replaying familiar information.

Tibetan Mastiff, also known as Fan Dog, Duoqi, Sengge, etc., and anciently called Cangni. The Tibetan Mastiff is one of China's oldest and rarest large dog breeds, with a history spanning over 5,000 years and ancestors dating back 8 to 10 million years. It is distinguished by its lion-headed or tiger-headed appearance, with the Tibetan Mastiff, which inhabits the Himalayas, considered the finest. Known for its resolute character, immense strength, ferocity, and lingering wildness, it inspires awe. Territorial and protective of its food, it is prone to attack and displays strong hostility towards strangers, yet is extremely affectionate towards its owner. It is the only breed in the world that dares to fight wild beasts and can sleep peacefully even in sub-zero temperatures of -30 to -40 degrees Celsius. The Italian traveler Marco Polo, in his travelogue, wrote of "such large and fierce dogs in China, resembling Tibetan donkeys, with barks like lions," calling the Tibetan Mastiff the "divine dog of the East." Historical records indicate that the 30,000-strong Tibetan Mastiff army made significant contributions to Genghis Khan's westward expeditions. In ancient China, they were known as "Howling Celestial Dogs."

Foreign literature also provides detailed accounts of Tibetan Mastiffs, proving that Saint Bernards, Great Danes, Hungarian Shepherds, Newfoundlands, and various Mastiff breeds worldwide all contain Tibetan Mastiff bloodlines. In 55 BC, the Phoenicians transported them from Central Asia to England for breeding. Later, during the Roman Empire, the mastiffs were brought to Rome and used in amphitheaters to fight bears and lions. Furthermore, they served as military dogs in many Roman wars.

Silver-gray Tibetan Mastiffs are extremely rare in modern times because their earliest ancestor was silver-gray, and atavism occurs in only one in 240,000 cases. Now, pressing down on her, restraining her shoulders, is a robust, donkey-like, fierce, and majestic silver-gray Tibetan Mastiff. Judging from its flawless head, chest, abdomen, and paws, it was most likely a purebred Tibetan Mastiff.

In the ancient Tibetan Plateau, only powerful nobles and monks could afford to keep purebred Tibetan Mastiffs. Therefore, this mastiff was certainly not something a mere squad leader could afford. Could it be that among the enemies invading the village were high-ranking nobles or monks? However, the current situation was one of vulnerability – the mastiff was at the mercy of the humans, and there was no time for detailed analysis. If the mastiff were to lower its head and open its mouth, one bite would seal its fate, and the pitiful creature would never see the sun again.

A drop of saliva hanging from the mastiff's chin trembled in the wind before falling onto Luo Zhu's mud-covered and weed-covered left cheek. The warm liquid, like ice water that had accumulated for millennia, seeped into her very bones.

Unable to run, unable to escape, her short life would likely end forever on this plateau. She closed her eyes listlessly, turned her head away, and pressed her left cheek against the cold, damp grass.

In the instant she awaited the onset of excruciating pain, she felt a tiny bit closer to Liu Hulan, the young girl who "lived a great life and died a glorious death." The difference lay in the fact that one had the enemy's guillotine hanging over her head, while the other had the enemy's jaws hanging over hers; one was born great and died gloriously; the other was born ordinary and might die rather pathetically. Time travel, indeed, was a terrible thing. She only hoped that after her death, heaven would pity her for dying so tragically and so young, and grant her a blessed rebirth in the next life. *

Bang!*

A large foot slammed down on her back, her head jerked and her body jerked, and with a "whoosh," she vomited a mouthful of undigested beef she had eaten at the wedding. The rotten meat, carrying a strong, sour stench, assaulted her nostrils, but fortunately, a gust of wind swept in and instantly dispersed the stench.

"You woman, you're not only as cunning as a fox, but you also run as nimbly as an antelope." A flash of cold light, and her shoulders went limp as a gleaming broadsword was planted beside her head. A rough male voice came from behind, tinged with a cruel laugh, "If the king hadn't ordered all prisoners to be taken alive, I would have killed you right now."

A large hand grabbed her collar, and her prone body was flipped over in mid-air. She saw a strange, dark, and rugged face with a ferocious grin.

The man wore a dark brown leather helmet with a cow tail inserted, a dark brown short-sleeved leather robe, and over the robe, a dark brown thousand-layered lacquered cowhide armor from shoulder to chest to knee, each piece of leather connected by silver rivets. He carried a large silver bow on his back and a silver broadsword at his waist. This attire was even more imposing and solemn than that of the men from Namua Village who had gone to battle, his overall aura fierce and menacing, almost... almost like soldiers who had just emerged from the battlefield!

Yes, soldiers! The man gave her the impression of an extremely fierce soldier! Could it be that the attackers of the village weren't just a motley crew gathered by a common lord, but a regular army?! Caught off guard by this terrifying thought, she forgot to celebrate her sudden turn of fortune, staring blankly at the man, lost in a dazed and incredulous shock.

"What a filthy face, what a slovenly woman."

The leather-armored man, presumably a soldier, grinned maliciously, his cold, cruel eyes filled with disgust and mockery. He casually tossed the terrified woman to his two arriving subordinates, impatiently shouting, "Take her away!"

"Yes, sir!"

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