Hetuala, the place where the Qing Dynasty flourished, was conquered without a fight. It was so easy that people were surprised and felt unreal.
Since this is the hometown of the Manchus, shouldn’t they fight to the end?
Mang Gurtai, a Manchu, could see it more clearly.
"These are dissatisfied people and have no loyalty to the Qing Dynasty."
After everyone asked carefully, they suddenly realized.
Even though Hetuala is the place where the Manchu Qing Dynasty started, according to common sense, the Manchu Qing Dynasty should attach great importance to it.
But in fact, the Manchu Qing's attention was only verbal.
Over the years, the Manchu Qing's resources have always been limited, and most of them have been invested in fighting the Ming Dynasty.
Even if you want to pay attention to Hetuala, you are unable to do so.
Furthermore, compared to Hetuala, which was trapped in the wilderness, and Shenyang, which was prosperous and wealthy, Liaoyang was more popular with the Manchus.
Otherwise, Nurhachi would not have made Shenyang his capital.
"Uncle, please open your eyes and take a good look! My nephew and Dajun are back!"
No need for Luo Sihan, Mang Gurtai asked in surprise: "The country plans to invest in construction here?"
Bai Xiaoqi laughed loudly and gave the local Manchus another reassurance.
"According to the opinion of the Central Committee, there is no need to cultivate farmland in the mountains here to avoid damaging the environment. Instead, industries such as timber, mountain delicacies, and minerals can be developed. The Central Committee will soon send people to figure out how to do this. In a word, We need to let people here understand that they can live a good life even if they live in the mountains."
Although Bai Xiaoqi is the commander-in-chief of the Liaodong strategic cluster, he is also concerned about people's livelihood issues.
As long as it passes here, the flat Liaohe Plain will be free for the 7th Division to gallop at will.
In full view of everyone, the old man walked alone to the foot of Touqin Mountain. He opened his suitcase and placed the incense candles, paper money, sacrifices, and a broken and bloodstained sword on the incense table one by one.
That night, the camp was quiet, except for the old man who was very excited.
Tens of thousands of troops stood behind the old man, more majestic than the green mountains and stronger than the ancient trees.
It was late autumn, and the red leaves were all over the sky, seemingly soaked in blood.
Salhu!
This time, there was no crushing defeat;
This time, there are no heroes fighting to the death, and the mountains and rivers are stained with blood;
This time, the Han people finally regained their territory.
Mang Gurtai is different from the traditional Manchus. He has experienced a lot in the empire and has already developed his vision.
"The salute is ready... to fire!"
The rise of China also began in Saarhu.
everyone...
One day later, soldiers of the Seventh Division arrived at Fushun Pass.
Under such circumstances, those who could still stay in Hetuala were themselves losers in the internal struggle of the Qing Dynasty.
Mang Gurtai seemed to have seen that tracts of steel plants and coal mines would rise on this land, and more and more Manchus began to live a new life because of the rich mineral resources.
The 7th Division stayed in Hetuala for five days, completed its rest and established military stations, and then advanced westward along the Suzi River.
Twenty-seven years later, a new dynasty came here again to comfort those regretful ancestors.
Seeing the powerful power of the National Defense Forces, they naturally chose to surrender happily.
Bai Xiaoqi obviously has some kind of mission.
Bai Xiaoqi stepped forward and helped the old man himself.
"After the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Mines come to survey, it is expected to be launched. In the future, the construction of the entire Northeast region will rely on the resources here."
But when he came outside and saw the situation clearly, the old man's eyes couldn't help but become moist.
Only in this way can we prove to our ancestors that their long-cherished wish has finally come true.
And every soldier wore a black veil on his arm.
"Mr. Rizhang, you should be happy that we are back today."
The trees in the forest swayed with the wind, and the roaring sound was like the surging tide, as if they were responding to his prayers.
Bai Xiaoqi and everyone else looked extremely solemn, as if they were brewing something.
His uncle was the commander-in-chief Du Song who was the first to die in the Battle of Saarhu.
Most of the Manchus have already moved out.
Every Han Chinese...
Luo Sihan even patted his chest and said, "We know exactly how many treasures there are in this mountain. If we can get the necessities of life, everyone is willing to work."
I saw that everyone was already awake.
The mountains and rivers there are magnificent and the river valleys are wide. The pines are still there and the fallen flowers are colorful.
The muskets were polished and the bayonets reflected the sun.
"That's great. People here will definitely be able to live a good life in the future."
He revealed one more thing.
After hearing his message, Mang Gurtai, Luo Sihan and others were all very happy.
The old man's eyes turned red on the spot.
Among the team, an old man became silent. After camping, he opened his suitcase and got ready quietly and solemnly.
The death of Jiangshan began in Saarhu.
In that battle that year, the Han family began to decline and fell into the abyss.
Du Wenhuan, courtesy name Rizhang, was born in Kunshan.
After twenty-seven years, the Han people and their army returned here again.
Early in the morning, he got up impatiently, gathered the things he had prepared, and calmed down before walking out of the tent.
"I heard that the mountains here are rich in coal and iron?"
When you come here, you will be overwhelmed by it.
In the process of empire development, every mineral resource discovered would make a large number of people rich. Over time, people have understood what minerals mean.
"Gun salute ready, ten rounds, salute!"
Those ancestors who sleep on this land must be able to see this gratifying scene, right?
"You look down too much on the products in this mountain forest. This wealth can be exchanged for more than just daily necessities. Timber, ginseng, medicinal materials, minerals, and furs are all important resources necessary for the development of the country. From now on, the country will
I will definitely pay attention to this."
Countless wreaths stretched endlessly, being carried one by one by the soldiers.
The old man nodded repeatedly, held the things in his hands, and, escorted by Bai Xiaoqi and others, walked step by step towards the intersection of Suzi River and Hun River.
After all, no one is a fool. He can live a good life but suffer in the mountains.
Different from the past, the whole army has washed away the fatigue of the days of march and put on the neatest and most dazzling military uniforms.
They lived a life of darkness, and the spoils of continuous victory and plunder from the Qing Dynasty did not reach them.
These people have no intention of being loyal to the Manchus to the end.
Amidst the roar of guns and cannons, the blood and fire of that year finally achieved a perfect result. Finally, they turned into dust and earth, and together they created eternity with the heaven and earth.
The old man's surging cry echoed through the forest.
At the top of the city at Fushun Pass, a Qing general looked at the overwhelming defense forces. Although he was frightened, he was still shouting crazily.
"Today is the time for us to be loyal to the Qing Dynasty. I tell General He Luohui that my Li family will be loyal to the Qing Dynasty for generations and will never regret it."
This Qing general was obviously a Han, but he had a Manchu name.
His name is Gang Atai, the third son of Li Yongfang.
Ironically, the Manchus guarding Hetuala surrendered happily. But the Han Li family guarding Fushun Pass wanted to be the loyal dogs of the Manchus.