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Chapter 1030 Molin wins and storms the Potala Palace

Knowing that defeat was inevitable, the Tibetan civil and military officials, who were of noble birth, drew their weapons and went forward to fight against the Tang soldiers.

Barkley lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the nobles like him who rushed forward to fight for their lives, while he himself dared not move.

"Vice Prime Minister, it seems we have suffered a crushing defeat in this war."

"We can't even hold onto Lhasa."

Yu Zhou looked up to the sky and sighed, his inner elation being suppressed.

With their defenses breached and their retreat cut off, the Tibetan officials were now in a desperate situation with nowhere to turn.

Even if they escaped back home, Guo Yuanzhen, after entering the city and under Yu Zhou's guidance, could still find and kill these nobles who were dissatisfied with the Tang Dynasty.

Inside the city gate, at a heavy cost, members of the Inner Guard and the Wind Riders successfully killed a large number of soldiers before opening the city gate.

The Tang soldiers entered the city smoothly, blocked the steps leading up the city wall in a very short time, and successfully began to besiege the prisoners.

Although the prisoners were all quite strong, they still had no chance of resisting when faced with a well-organized army. After losing more than ten lives, they turned around and tried to escape.

But just as they were about to retreat, they discovered that the Imperial Guards and Wind Riders had already surrounded them.

Long Feng and Wu Lezhi wiped the blood from their mouths and approached with hatred in their eyes.

The outcome of the war was already decided; under the siege of the army, all the surrounded prisoners were annihilated.

The bodies of the inner guards and wind riders lay scattered on the ground, surrounded by the corpses of the Tibetan soldiers guarding the city. The steps leading up the city wall were completely covered with bodies. The only remaining Tibetan ministers on the city wall had all been captured, while Yu Zhou was released separately after being named.

The army began to occupy the east gate, while simultaneously sending troops to support the other gates to achieve a pincer attack from both inside and outside.

After everything was in place, Guo Yuanzhen and Quan Shancai, under the protection of their guards, finally entered Lhasa, stepping over the corpses scattered on the ground.

Riding on his tall horse, Guo Yuanzhen, the deputy grand marshal of the Jiannan Road Army, looked into the distance and saw that on a street further away, Mo Ling, shirtless, was attacking each other's abdomens with a scarred, burly man.

Long Feng stepped forward with the cursed sword, but was stopped by Wulezhi.

"Let him have a good fight."

"alright."

Guo Yuanzhen saw Wulezhi and Long Feng, and he also saw Wulezhi blocking Long Feng. He chuckled and stopped paying attention to the battle between the demon spirit and the burly man.

As he looked around, he soon spotted the group of captured Tibetan civil and military officials.

He knew that most of the civil and military officials in Tibet were nobles, and only a very small number were adopted sons of noble families. He was certain that he could recognize Yu Zhou just by looking at his robes.

But after looking around, he didn't see anyone dressed in Tang Dynasty clothing.

"Since they're not wearing Tang Dynasty clothing, they must be wearing Tibetan clothing. Let's take a closer look at their faces."

After muttering to himself for a moment, Guo Yuanzhen looked again at the captured ministers.

"Are you looking for me, Vice Marshal?"

Ten steps away, Yu Zhou calmly asked.

Following the sound, Guo Yuanzhen finally spotted Yu Zhou diagonally behind him and chuckled twice.

"Is it Mr. Mermaid Porridge after Yu Ju Luo?"

"His Majesty misses you so much!"

"When I set out with my troops, His Majesty sent three messages, saying that on the day the city falls, you must ensure your safety!"

Yu Zhou shrugged, indicating that he didn't want to say anything and didn't need to say anything.

Presumably, the ministers in the court had already arranged his position.

The captured Tibetan ministers, upon hearing the conversation between the two, began to hurl insults at Yu Zhou's ancestors from afar, their curses so vicious they sent chills down one's spine.

In contrast, Yu Zhou didn't seem to care at all, just standing there quietly, only glancing at Barkley occasionally.

Among the crowd, Barkley did not join the others in denouncing Yu Zhou, but instead quietly began to think.

The street battle finally came to an end. After exchanging hundreds of punches, the scarred man was the first to fall. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with resentment. Even in death, his gaze remained fixed on the demon spirit.

Looking at the demon spirit, despite having taken hundreds of punches, he only appeared to be slightly injured. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stood firmly without moving.

Long Feng quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mo Ling's right arm.

"The winner is Merlin!"

The demon's eyelids twitched a few times, then it spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Give me a hand. I need to maintain my image as the strongest inner guard. I can't lose face in front of so many people."

Long Feng gave an "oh" and took Mo Ling's arm as they walked back.

"You certainly won't lose face, but don't forget, Old Wu is now the Grand Secretary of the Inner Guard."

"He is the strongest inside guard."

The demon whispered, "Are you still my good brother? Why do you have to tell the truth?"

After walking a few steps, the demon seemed to remember something: "My sword."

"Someone will take it, it's okay."

By midday, the defenses of all the city gates had been completely taken over by the Left Martial Guard and the Left Leopard Guard.

After arranging for the Khitan cavalry to garrison the northeast of Lhasa and the Iron Falcons to garrison the southeast of Lhasa, Guo Yuanzhen led a group of generals to the Potala Palace.

From the moment the city fell, this place was surrounded and heavily guarded by soldiers. All the guards who were defending it had been slaughtered, and before anyone could get close, the stench of blood filled the air.

All the prisoners have been taken into custody, and only the nobles of high status are gathered together in one place.

Leading his many generals into the main hall of the Potala Palace, Guo Yuanzhen looked at the large group of richly dressed nobles and smiled with satisfaction.

There was a time when he dreamed of visiting the Potala Palace, such a magnificent place in the world, but it was always just a fantasy. Now that he has conquered Lhasa and arrived at the Potala Palace, he is destined to be remembered in history!

Where is Chimaluo?

He showed no respect whatsoever and publicly called out the name of the Tibetan king, Qinuxiqin's mother.

A middle-aged woman slowly walked out and addressed Guo Yuanzhen:

"What advice does the General have for me?"

Guo Yuanzhen glanced at it and asked again:

"The people of the world have suffered from war for too long. Why did the Tibetan king, who possesses weapons and crossbows, launch this war? Does he think that our Great Tang has no one to rely on?"

Chimalo was well aware of the hatred between the two countries and knew about the actions of her son, Qinuxi. However, as a woman, she only cared about religious matters and did not interfere in politics, so she naturally had no way to stop her eldest son's behavior.

but……

It seems that the Tang Dynasty was the instigator of this war.

She remained calm and decided to use what she knew to refute the victorious but extremely arrogant deputy marshal.

"The commander-in-chief has won, so why twist the truth?"

"Although I have long lived in the deep palace, I know that this war was initiated by Grand Marshal Wang Xiaojie, dispatched by His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Tang. What does it have to do with my Tubo?"