Xinshun 1730

Chapter 75

Khalkha nobles have never seen such magnificent fireworks.

It seemed that the ground trembled, and the Raksha Castle in the distance jumped up violently like a fish in a dry sea, and then stopped moving.

That is the earth dragon turning over, without the prosperity of fireworks, but with the splendor of death embellished with flying dust.

In the dust, the sound of shouting and killing came from a distance.

A few young Taiji who had never seen the world sat down on the ground in fright, thinking that there was an earthquake.

The faces of those who had seen the big scene were ashen, their legs trembling slightly.

The wine glass on the table was spilled a little, tick-tock.

The emperor was as calm as before, looking into the distance.

The musketeers deployed in the trench took advantage of the situation and lined up at a time when all the Raksha people were stunned. They lined up at a place less than [-] steps away from the Raksha Castle, firing salvos with orders, and the gunpowder smoke filled the air.

On the big slope blown out by the gunpowder, Jiaolaobutu held up the flag of "Fengtian Zhengyi Generalissimo", shaking in the wind.But he was like an old oak tree rooted in the soil, motionless.

"Who is this? He is quite as strong as the Nan'an Bo Taizu army who waved the flag."

"Return to Your Majesty. This is the head of the Hai'er army, the captain of Qingche, the stele of the Yongning Temple, the Fumu Luhan Mountain Guard, and the Shu map of the Huliping Village."

"Reward."

Later, I saw several riders running wildly in front of the formation, jumping directly over the dug trench, rushing from the blasted slope to the outer wall of the bastion, and picked up a The Raksha soldiers of the past, tucked under their armpits, galloped back and forth, showing off their might.

Du Feng followed Liu Yu's hint of "showing it when it's time to perform", and he was not afraid of any extraordinary punishment for doing so. Instead, he showed his strength and risked being hit by lead bullets from the top of the city. Dangerous, dragging the stunned Cossack back and forth in front of the formation several times, greeted bursts of applause.

Mantou didn't have such good riding skills, but he rode forward and tried his best to climb the city.

To be in the limelight under the emperor's eyelids depends on the situation. At this time, you can slap your ears casually, and the more joyful you are, the happier the emperor will be.

The battle isn't over yet, but it's almost over. The rest is just finishing work in the city, and the Raksha people should raise their flags and surrender soon.

Li Gan watched the big flag standing against the wind for a full quarter of an hour, and he knew that the Raksha people's counterattack had failed.

Failure to counterattack means the battle is over.

Turning around, he said to the Mongolian nobles indifferently: "The soldiers have defeated the enemy."

The Mongolian nobles were stunned.

Is this the end?
They have never personally attacked the castle of the Raksha people, but they have heard from the Buryats how terrifying the castle of the Raksha people is.

They also know that, not to mention such a castle, even a normal city, these Mongolian tribes that have degenerated into a tribal state and have lost all their agricultural land and handicraft base cannot be conquered.

The Junggar people are so terrifying, aren't they still retreating in front of Rakshasa?
It took 2 people to besiege the castle of Rakshasa, and it took a whole year to besiege it. Moreover, the chief general still made these Khalkhas terrified and could stop children from crying at night.

But the Raksha Castle, which made the Junggar people helpless and made them dare not even think about it, was captured like this?
When it was unbelievable, a rider galloped back from the front, holding a blue flag, deliberately shouting victory in Mongolian.

"Report! Rakshasa Castle has been captured! Our army killed 19 people and injured 37 people. The Rakshasa defenders had 320 people, except for [-] who surrendered, the rest were all killed!"

The sound of the victory just fell, a group of soldiers covered in blood, carrying a lot of heads, rumbled to the front of the high platform.

"Behead the enemy and repay the king's favor! Anyone who refuses to accept the power of heaven will be like this!"

There was a sound of human heads falling to the ground, and more and more heads were piled up in front of the high platform, gradually changing from a thumping sound to a puffing sound. More than 200 human heads piled up in the shape of a small pyramid, and the strong smell of blood lingered in the nostrils.

This is the taste of grassland conquest, brutal and natural.Just like these human heads will turn into mud and rot into bones sooner or later, nourishing pasture and fattening cattle and sheep.

Khalkha Mongolia has forgotten this natural and wild taste, and at this time it awakened their dusty memories again.

Either submit or conquer, this is the law of the grassland, as eye-catching as the heads piled up into a hill.

Before the bloody smell of the head dissipated, and the Khalkha nobles hadn't woken up from the shock, another rider galloped over from a distance, still speaking in Mongolian.

"Report! Our army smashed the second Raksha fort in Heilongjiang, captured more than [-] Raksha people, and beheaded [-]!"

"Report! Our army has captured King Rakshasa's adopted son, Petrovich Hannibal!"

"Report! Our navy on the eastern front marched along the river and besieged the old capital of the Sauron Khanate."

These victorious riders are like parts on a gear, and the interval between each victory is only a few minutes, which makes these Mongolian nobles always in an unbelievable astonishment.

The humming horn sounded, and a group of captives in the distance marched towards this side.

The leader, a man as black as charcoal, wearing a gorgeous Russian military uniform, walked to the high platform and presented his saber.

More Cossack captives put back on their original military uniforms, and came under the high platform row by row under the surveillance of the guards.

Some Cossacks who received money or were forced by death knelt down in front of the high platform, reciting some content that they had been paid to memorize in unfluent Chinese as if they were memorizing texts.

Some soldiers threw all the captured Cossack sabers and muskets down the stage, and the two Cossack flags were also thrown down.

I don't know who took the first step, maybe it was Li Gan's advance arrangement.

Kneeling down on the ground, he shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty is full of martial virtues and strategizing. It is rare in the world to destroy a city of 600 people in less than [-] deaths! Long live my emperor, and the country will last forever!"

When the leader shouted, almost all the guards, nobles, and generals nearby knelt down and shouted in unison.

The voice shook the sky, and before the Mongolian nobles were relieved, Li Gan suddenly turned his head.

Looking directly at the Mongolian nobles who were either sitting or standing because of their astonishment.

Boom boom boom...

The artillery that had stopped in the distance also roared at this time.

The slight vibration caused the unstable human head tower to collapse suddenly, making a thumping sound, and the pungent bloody smell permeated the air again.

The Khalkha nobles who were being looked directly at by Li Gan finally came to their senses and knelt down together.

"Long live my emperor, the country will last forever!"

Li Gan signaled everyone to get up, but after the Mongolian nobles got up, there was no prelude, and the ritual officer directly asked the ritual officer to recite the words of worship according to the standard etiquette of "five prostrations and three kowtows".

Li Guan sang it as a matter of course, there is no difference in peacetime, just like a numb and daily job.

Li Gan stood there waiting to prostrate and waited as a matter of course. It was no different from usual, just like a numb and daily job.

The Khalkha nobles who had already got up did not feel any accident or discomfort. On the prairie where the sound of guns was a joy and the heads were the pillars, they almost subconsciously obeyed the call of the ceremony officer and knelt down again.

The same is natural for granted.

Five bows and three kowtows.

The sound of gunfire in the distance, and the collapse of the castle, they understood that from this moment on, the fate of the grassland could no longer be determined by the descendants of Genghis Khan.

I had known about the ritual of five prostrations and three kowtows by the emperor of the Central Plains, but only this time I bowed down completely and obediently.

In the distance, four elephants and lions transported from the capital at a high cost let out roars.

These Khalkha nobles who have read the Yellow Buddhist scriptures all the year round but have never really seen elephants and lions, looked at the elephants in the royal garden in the distance, and looked at the hot air balloons that they have been familiar with these days but are still sacred. Bearing the names of various Bodhisattvas and Dharma Kings.

The musician whined and blew the sound of battle. With the prestige of breaking the city and sacrificing prisoners, some issues that were originally difficult to discuss were finally easy to discuss.

For this day, the Dashun court has been preparing for five full years, and at least two or three million taels of money and food were consumed for this time.

But if it is settled, even if it is ten times more, it will be worth it.

Liu Yu is not qualified to participate in this kind of scene, and can only watch from a distance.

On the alliance platform, the emperor was sitting and the Khalkha nobles were kneeling, not knowing what they were talking about.

About an hour later, the drums played again, and some accompanying eunuchs and maids came out to clean up the table that had just been touched, and various dishes began to be sent up continuously.

The Kalka nobles who were kneeling sat down, and the pile of heads who could not eat was also cleaned away.

Started laughing again.

Liu Yu understood that this should be a deal.He is not qualified to know what was specifically discussed.

But the Khalkha Ministry will definitely make the greatest concessions.Because they had absolutely no room to bargain with Dashun.

Originally, there was the option of voting for Russia, but now this option has been wiped out by the gorgeous fireworks created by the four thousand catties of gunpowder just now.

As the Son of Heaven, he would not fabricate a son of the Rakshasa King just to brag.Even the adopted son of the Raksha King was captured, and even twenty Dashun soldiers were not killed in the indestructible Raksha Castle in the eyes of the Khalkhas, so what is there to talk about?
Vote to Russia as cannon fodder, eat snow, force conscription to go to the European battlefield, or go to fight with the Turks and convert to the Orthodox Church?

Or should he follow Dashun to become an official, divide his ranks, and be rewarded every year, follow Dashun to destroy Junggar, carve up his tribe, and let his descendants confer a few more barons?

This itself was already a tilted balance, and with this vigorous victory, the other end of the balance finally tipped into the void.

Even if more than 1 people did not fight, even if they just marched to Yuerhai in arms, it has already proved the national strength of Dashun.This battle is just the last push to turn dead wood into dust.

Apart from awarding titles, a little-noticed detail revealed Dashun's future plans for the grassland issue.

Xie Wuji, Marquis of Zichuan, became the first Shiwei Jiedushi, and the imperial court did not set up a Dudu Mansion or a Duhu Mansion.

In the criss-crossed grasslands of various ministries, the places that allow the army to set up farming are stipulated, and they are all under the jurisdiction of Shiwei Jiedushi.

The Shiwei Jiedushi of the Marquis of Zichuan is nominally equal to several Mongolian nobles and cannot intervene in tribal affairs, and he has no jurisdiction over the cavalry of the Khalkha tribes.

He can't manage it, the capital has its own special department to manage it, and he, the Shiwei Jiedushi, is just to announce: one day, when the population increases, Dashun will set up a province here in the future.

Although it is only under military control now, the land of the fixed-cultivation army scattered like sand makes that Mobei Mongolia no longer a complete geographical concept.

The Marquis of Zichuan who presided over the construction of post stations, grain stations, and roads in Liaodong for five years, for the time being, the Jiedushi may still be in his old business in Liaodong for five years.

On the platform, Li Gan, who was enjoying the most glorious moment in the eight years since he ascended the throne, glanced around.

Liu Yu seemed to be invisible, and he couldn't be found at all.

Li Gan nodded in satisfaction at this invisibility.

Turn around and continue to enjoy the refreshing feeling brought by this power and influence, which cannot be matched by other things.It's like the feeling of piss that has been held back for five years and finally released at this moment.

(End of this chapter)