After daybreak, the sky in the wilderness becomes gloomy for a while, and clear for a while. The grassland that was green and full of vitality yesterday has now turned into a chilly one, and the air is filled with the smell of death.
In the battle on the banks of the Tula River, more than 4,000 Khalkha Mongolian cavalry were killed. Since most of the people and horses fell within a kilometer of the Northern Navy’s position, at first glance, the scene looked like a mountain of corpses.
Sea of Blood. The remnants of the Tushetu Khan tribe and the Chechen Khan tribe stationed in Zhaomodo were all frightened. They no longer dared to stay here, but immediately began to pack up their camps and prepare to head south for a thousand miles.
Outside Serwusu station.
Among the green grass and wild flowers swaying in the wind, you can see the corpses of fallen people and war horses. The red blood flowing among the grass has become dry and black and purple. It was blasted out by hundreds of cannonballs.
The craters are densely packed, like large silent mouths, but the four sides of the large mouth are full of broken limbs.
I don’t know when a large number of dark-brown vultures appeared in the sky. They made sharp calls and seemed to be celebrating a feast. For these giant raptors, blood and corpses are the most delicious food; they never
They care about the life and death of human beings, and don't care about why they die. These vultures look at the right time, circle down from the sky in groups of three or five, and land on the grassland strewn with human and war horse corpses, waiting for an opportunity to take a bite, and then another
They were driven away by the Northern Navy soldiers searching for survivors, and then the cycle started all over again.
On July 22, representatives from the Kulen side came to the Kuyi Taipei Naval Frontline Command and conveyed the requests of Khenpo Nomen Khan Lobu Sundargyal and Shandrote Badam Charabgyal to Fan Tong and Liu Sheng.
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Liu Sheng showed up this time. He sat in the tent with his majesty and looked at Zhang Qibuldozi, who was wearing a Bassin hat and cassock and followed a staff officer into the tent. The young staff officer asked Zhang
Chibuldozi introduced: "This is Commander-in-Chief Liu of our Northern Navy's Eastern Front Force."
Zhangqibuldoji, who had been bowing, heard this and quickly saluted Liu and Fan with his palms together. However, when he got used to the light in the tent and saw Liu Sheng's appearance clearly, he was startled. He thought to himself that this person's figure
He is really different from ordinary people, sitting there is like a devil coming to the world; compared with him, the "Commissioner Fan" whom I have seen next to him looks like a fat boy.
"My name is Liu Sheng. Master, please take a seat." Liu Sheng raised his hand and motioned for Zhang Qibul Doji to sit on the opposite side of the table.
"The poor monk was entrusted by Nomen Khenpo Khan to convey his old man's wishes to the two generals..." Zhangchibul Doji then conveyed Lobu Sundargya's rhetoric.
"Master, I don't think it's necessary to go to the city to talk!" Liu Sheng listened calmly, shook his head slightly and said: "In the ten covenants we gave you before, we have fully considered your special situation and promised various
This system remains as it is. The only requirement is that you must stand on our side, that is, fight against the Qing Dynasty. Before you agree and sign the agreement, I personally do not feel the need to continue talking."
Zhangchibul Doji nodded when he heard this and said calmly: "For what the general said, the poor monk expresses his gratitude on behalf of the tens of thousands of believers under the great lama. But so that the general knows that the great living Buddha is not currently in Khalkha, but
Went to Rehe. Neither Khenpo Nomen Khan nor Shangdrotepa only managed it on behalf of others. They could not and did not dare to make decisions for the Great Living Buddha."
"In this case, is it necessary for us to continue talking? Please go back and tell Khenpo Nomen Khan that the Beihai Navy will enter the city early tomorrow morning. But don't worry, we are not interested in the temple properties of various temples. As long as the monks
Just stick to your duties and do what a monk should do, and we will not send troops into the temple."
Zhangchibuldoji was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay. I will tell you when I get back. There is one more thing. I hope your army can allow it."
"Speaking."
"There are currently a large number of monks in various monasteries in Kulun City, and the food trade has been cut off. The big lama wants to disperse some of the monks and believers to Qingning Temple and the fiefdoms of Kusugul Lake."
Want to run? Liu Sheng shook his head and refused: "This is not possible. Now our army is attacking everywhere. You can't guarantee whether there are Manchu spies among the monks and herdsmen. You can't afford this risk!"
Fan Tong suddenly changed the subject and asked Zhangqibuldoji: "Who did you buy your grain from before?"
Zhang Qibulduoji said: "For the Shanxi merchants in Kulun Trading City, Master Song, oh, he was the minister appointed by the imperial court. He asked all the Shanxi merchants to evacuate Kulun, leaving no one behind. Now the trade routes are also cut off.
Not to mention that grain and cotton cannot be transported, even tea is out of stock. I have become a monk and become accustomed to practicing hard, so it’s not that bad. I pity the nearly 10,000 people in the city... Alas!"
Liu Sheng's lips curled up slightly, and he said in his heart, just pretend! You upper-class lamas are living a small life that is comparable to that of Prince Taiji. No one will starve you if you are hungry.
You must know that only within the territory of the Tushetu Khan tribe, the nomadic land with the best water and grass belongs to Jebzundamba Hutuktu. And in the Kusugur Lake area of Tangnu Ulianghai area, Jebzun
Danba has designated more than 270,000 square kilometers of grassland as its own. As for Qingning Temple in the north, there are even more than 100,000 square kilometers of grassland.
The herdsmen who graze these upper-level lamas and monks are called "black disciples". The natural reproduction of all grazed livestock and most of the livestock products belong to Hutuktu, the living Buddha or the big lama of the temple, and the black disciples can only rely on
It is very difficult to make a living by relying on the milk and down of livestock. In addition, the income from offerings from all walks of life in the Khalkha Mongolia accounts for the majority of the temple's income. From princes and nobles to ordinary herdsmen, there are a large number of people every year.
Livestock, population, food, land and gold and silver treasures continuously flowed into the pockets of the great lamas.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Palaces piled with gold and silver were erected one after another, but the upper-level lamas were still not satisfied. They also controlled the salt road and even took silver.
He and Chazhuan secretly started loan sharking. Living in such a luxurious life, how dare you say that there is not enough food to eat?
However, Zhangqibul Doji's calculation was obviously wrong. The most indispensable thing in Beihai Town right now is food; and as long as the post road remains open, many things can be transported from the north. The worst thing is that Zhao Xin is not there.
Fan Tong deliberately frowned, then put on an indifferent expression and said: "It doesn't matter if the Shanxi merchants leave. As long as our Beihai Navy is here, business will continue as usual. Food, tea bricks, pots and pans, and even needles and threads, what do you want?
What’s the matter? The herdsmen have nothing to eat, so we will give them porridge!”
Zhangchibuldoji smiled, clasped his hands and praised: "The two generals really have the heart of a Bodhisattva! In this case, the poor monk has thanked the tens of thousands of people in the city!"
At dusk, when the two great lamas in charge of Kulun City, Donil Lama Damchara Buggya and Lobu Sundargya, listened to Zhangchibul Doji's reply, the former smiled, while the latter remained silent.
language.
At this time, a lama said sarcastically: "What do you want? Haha, you are so loud! I don't believe that they can be more powerful than Shanxi merchants?"
"That's right! Now that the tea roads are cut off, I don't believe how many tea bricks they can have! What kind of place is Kulun City? I dare say that even thousands of boxes or tens of thousands of boxes are just a splash!"
"Be careful! Everyone, the Northern Navy are all like wolves and tigers. If you really annoy them, I'm afraid it will lead to disaster!"
"Disaster? Didn't their previous 'Ten-Article Pact' say that they must protect the temple and continue to perform duties as usual? I don't believe it. They dare to go back on their word! The Great Living Buddha only needs to say a word when the time comes, and he will have many means."
"Why are you so anxious? The imperial court will definitely send out troops to encircle and suppress you. All we have to do is sit back and wait for the good show."
A group of upper-level monks were chatting away, and their voices became louder and louder, making the Buddhist hall noisy and turning it into a vegetable market. Dornier Lama Damchara Bujia picked up the sandalwood placed on the table
The stick struck the copper bowl.
“Buzz~~~~~”
Only then did everyone stop and look at the great lama, waiting for the other party to express his position.
Damchara Bujia coughed a few times and said in a deep voice: "Kulun City is a holy place. Don't mess around. Go and inform the Gesgui Lama everywhere that starting from tomorrow, all monks should not go out and watch quietly.
Change."
In the early morning of July 23, there was light rain in the sky. At 8 a.m., under the guidance of a Northern Navy flag, 1,200 fully armed Northern Navy cavalry divided into several groups and walked into the city of Cullen along the narrow streets.
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As mentioned before, Cullen City is called a city, but it is actually a large residential area on the river bank. It is divided by fence walls made of wooden boards. The streets between the fence walls are very narrow and can only accommodate four horses. The pits
On the bumpy streets, except for the occasional prayer wheel, there is not a single pedestrian. The wooden fence walls that have experienced rain and wind have turned into gray brown, and the local herders are hiding in dirty yurts inside the fence walls.
Inside, he looked through the cracks to see what was going on outside.
Following the guidance of the guide, the two companies of cavalry entered Kullun, the city where the Manchu government was located, and the trading city where there were originally many merchants. As for the temple, Kullun, the gates were closed. In the open space in front of the Danba Darji Temple,
Several old herdsmen muttered words and kowtowed to the temple gate. Even the sound of horse hooves behind them could not interrupt their piety.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, Liu Sheng and Fan Tong, who came from Kuyitai, were escorted by a group of cavalry and rode their horses to the door of the Kulun Minister's office. The two walked into the yard where the signing room was located and looked around
Surrounded by the colorful buildings, even Liu Sheng couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.
Fan Tong murmured: "I can't lose anything this time."
At the same time, Zhao Xin, who had disappeared for seven or eight days, quietly returned to Beihai Town.
As soon as he came back, he first went to the hospital to find Liu Siting and told him about Lao You's condition. Director Liu Da felt relieved and then told Zhao Xin about Dr. Hong.
"I said, when do you plan to let our family member come back? Yaya calls out that she misses her father every day. If this continues, I might as well take the child to the south."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xin hurriedly said: "Don't mention it! Your doctor Hong's reputation has spread throughout Southeast Asia, and he is known as 'Bian Que's Reincarnation'."
"Zhao Xin, I heard that the king of Annan sent many beauties to the three of them in order to thank Deng Fei and the others for helping him regain his kingdom!"
Zhao Xin blinked and said with a confused expression: "Huh? Is there such a thing? Why didn't I know about it? I'll send a telegram tomorrow to ask."
"Hey~~ Are you pretending to be stupid with me?" Liu Siting had a look of resentment on her face. She and Hong Tao had been separated for more than half a year, and she was really afraid that one day the other would bring someone back, and then she would not be able to live this life anymore.
Seeing that Liu Siting was really angry, Zhao Xin said hurriedly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I will send a telegram tomorrow to ask about the situation. If nothing happens, I will bring Doctor Hong back in a few days."
"This is what you said!"
Zhao Xin left the hospital with tears streaming down his face under Director Liu's gaze that was like a knife cutting flesh. When he walked to the door of his house, greeting him all the way, A Miao, who had already heard that he was coming back, was waiting for him at the door. Is there a day?
See, A Miao seems to have grown taller, and her head can already reach Zhao Xin's chin.
"Yo? Did you braid your hair?"
"Does it look good?" A Miao turned around in front of Zhao Xin's eyes, smiling like a flower. Immediately, the irritability he had accumulated from running back and forth these days was wiped away.
"nice."
"Is the matter done?"
"It's done."
"Miss Wang has been here before, and I dealt with it."
The two spoke tacitly, knowing what the other meant.
The procedure after that was as usual, coaxing his wife, coaxing A Miao, coaxing his son, handling official duties, talking to someone, and petting the cat. Over the past year, Zhao Xin basically came back every two weeks. Waiting for the family to finish eating
At dinner, Shen Xuan handed her son to A Miao and said unusually that she wanted to discuss something with Zhao Xin. So when A Miao went to another room with Momo in her arms, the couple had the following conversation.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I said, what are your plans for those people?"
"Which ones?"
"Stop pretending, do you want me to help you count? A Miao, that Miss Wang, Tang..."
"Why are you talking about this properly?"
"Over the years, I've figured it out. If you protect yourself like a jade, you have to give me an explanation."
In fact, Shen Xuan thought about what she said today for a long time before she mustered up the courage to say it. Shen Jingdan and Wu had talked to her several times about this matter, mainly because of Zhao Xin's son. To the ancients
, for a person with a status like Zhao Xin's, one child is simply not enough. Giving birth to more than a dozen or twenty, so that the family is full of descendants is the way to go.
After all these years of marriage, the couple finally sat down to face this problem head-on today.
"Well, the key to this is that I made the law against concubinage..."
"You are different from others. And you are the only one of your generation in the Zhao family, so you must spread your wings."
Although Shen Xuan was determined, she still felt a little uncomfortable sharing her man with other women. She gritted her teeth and said, "I only have one condition."
"Say." Zhao Xin hugged his wife's slender waist, feeling weak in his heart.
"Except for A Miao, no one else can live with me. Beihai Town is such a big place. If you arrange them to go elsewhere, I will be out of sight and out of mind."
Zhao Xin nodded after hearing this, so the conversation ended here. After Shen Xuan finished speaking, she snuggled next to her husband and didn't speak for a long time, her eyes sparkling.
Seeing this, Zhao Xin whispered a few words into his wife's ear, which made Shen Xuan's face turn red. Finally, she laughed, turned to look at Zhao Xin and said softly: "You..."
After that, it was better for the couple to be separated for a long time than to be newly married, and the boudoir affairs were of course their proper meaning.