Beiyang new warlord

The fire in the middle was also roasting the whole sheep, and the flames flashed and flickered, turning the nomad's generous face red and black.

Seeing the short figure under the black cloak of the Dongjiang envoy who just arrived, Wembu Chuhuer couldn't help laughing sarcastically: "Is there no one else in Dongjiang? Why did you send half of them here?"

"Bold!"

This time, Kong Youde's son Kong Zhuangwu was serving as the deputy military officer. A tiger father has no dogs, so a father would be a son even if he was a son.

Before he finished speaking, Song Xiance waved his hand with a smile, motioning him to sit back, but he didn't know if he was not educated enough, and he didn't blurt out like Yanzi made Chu: Sending dogs to the country of envoys, Send me to your country! He is very vulgar and directly took out a big plan.

"Tumed, right? This year's export of [-] arrows will be halved, [-] iron pots will be halved, and [-] collars will be halved. What else is there?"

"My lord, you are imposing, brave and mighty, and you are the essence of human beings at first glance. Isn't there a saying in Dongjiang that concentration is the essence? My lord, you are so powerful!"

I really didn't expect that this sweaty brow would be Umbu Chugur, the overlord of Tumed.It’s just that he scratched his head and gave up, but no one dared to laugh at it. Only powerful tribes can be favored by Dongjiang. From trade to arms and supplies, the grassland iron-producing area is in the Altai Mountains. Monan Mongolia, which lacks fuel, is really Iron deficiency is serious, and not only iron, arrow shafts also need to be specially made, sometimes more expensive than arrowheads, for [-] arrows, money can’t be bought, many small tribes Taiji put their wives The girl is willing to take it out and exchange it, let alone lose face at this time.

Zaisang couldn't help casting a contemptuous glance at Umbu Chuhuer. The negotiation hasn't started yet, let Dongjiang take it first! How can we continue to talk?Although there is a tinge of jealousy in this contempt, his Sunite department does not have as many shares as the former Shunyi royal family Tumed!

"Master Song, right? This time, we are waiting for the Mongolian tribe to come to help us under the order of the Great Khan, but Marshal Mao of Dongjiang asked us to wait and see. I don't know what price Marshal Mao can offer? What benefits will it bring us? "

As soon as this was mentioned, Mongolian Taiji in the whole room looked over with interest. After all, Dongjiang is so rich that it is famous in the north and south of the desert. Master Qing and Marshal Mao fought and wandered between the two. You have to get some benefits, don't you?Listening to the reports of the Mongolian businessmen under his command, these Taiji are all full of excitement.

However, what surprised them was that Song Xiance shook his head slightly.

"My supervisor didn't promise anything, and Dongjiang won't give you a penny!"

"You Dongjiang are playing me!"

Suddenly his expression changed, and Tumo Teji roared like he was about to bite someone, and even reached out to touch the knife on his waist. People, as if he didn't see it, he smiled and shook his abacus.

"My lord, you should think about it! It's easy to pull out this knife, but it's hard to take it back. This is not a matter of halving. In the future, we will no longer have a pot in Dongjiang, and a piece of cloth will enter Tumote , and no longer accept a piece of Tumet’s skin and a sheep, if you have the ability, grab it yourself! The heads of noble warriors are worth 30 taels in Dongjiang! We in Dongjiang are very welcome!”

He is afraid of being stupefied, and the fool is afraid of dying! This Song Xiance is a bachelor, and he, Tumote Taiji, will not be single anymore. Looking at Song Xiance's harmless abacus, his old face twitched for a long time, this gentle But Chuhuer didn't dare to pull out the knife.

"Master Song, you are being stingy! After all, Mao Dongjiang wants me to disobey the orders of the Great Khan! This is a big risk, Dongjiang is so tenacious! Ben Taiji can't explain it to the tribe!"

As expected of a fox in Monan, an expert who sees the wind and turns the rudder, the first Chahar tribe Taiji Sunit Zaisang who defected to the Qing Dynasty suddenly softened his words, and playing around will benefit again.

It's a pity that what he met was Song Xiance, the Dongjiang Zanhuazhaomo official who didn't stick to his will! The huge head wrapped under the black cloak shook his head heavily, and Song Xiance raised two fingers.

"First of all, this is about our Dongjiang and Jianzhou Jurchen affairs, and has nothing to do with you Mongolians! Could it be that the descendants of Genghis Khan are really going to be dogs to the descendants of Jin Aizong?"

Jurchen and Mongols are not the same ethnic group. In the Temujin era, Mongolia’s greatest achievement was the killing of 45 horses from the Golden Army at Yehuling! If you really want to talk about theories, it’s not an exaggeration to say that the two races are feuds. This is ironic. The faces of all the tribes Taiji present changed suddenly.

"This second! My supervisor is not asking you, but just making a suggestion. If you don't accept it, then just let it go. Huang Taiji, my general, doesn't even pay attention to it. You go together, and I will Dongjiang is also carrying it!"

"Just remember one thing, my general holds grudges very much! If anyone's flag dares to appear in front of the Dongjiang army, we will never die in the future. If your master wins this battle, that's all! If my supervisor wins! hum"

Song Xiance didn't say what the consequences were, he just cut the knife into the flesh of the handle that was given to him, and the sharp knife creaked on the bone, just like cutting into the hearts of those Taiji.

After only staying in the Mongolian tribe for one night, Song Xiance, who had brought the words to him, turned around and left in a chic way. However, on the day he left, many tribes pitched tents on the grassland in the upper reaches of the Liao River, and put the yurts out of the way. Lele was unloaded from the car, and fell down with difficulty, as if one big mushroom after another had grown out of the flat ground.

This is what it looks like to make it clear that you want to live here for a long time.

Riding on a tall horse with both feet on the side of the saddle, looking back at the busy scene, Song Xiance's mouth was full of sneers.

"The general is right, a weak country has no diplomacy! So we have to fight!"

Chapter 491. The Battle of the General Attack

It’s not that Dongjiang can’t afford this little money, but that Mao Jue thinks it’s useless! Like when Nurhaci was just rising, the Ming Dynasty sent a large number of envoys to curry favor with Lin Dan Khan, and sent a lot of money and food every year, but this Mongolian 40 people How did the Lord do it?He personally led tens of thousands of troops to plunder Mingbian three times, and also attacked and killed the Mongolian right-wing border tribes who had defected to Ming Dynasty.

And when Yuan Chonghuan was there, Liaodong was so difficult, and he still squeezed out money and food to reward and hook up with the Mongolian tribes near the Liaohe River. What was the result?It was through these tribes that Huang Taiji broke through the Xifeng Pass and entered the capital city for the first time, which became one of Yuan Chonghuan's crimes.

If you promise benefits, just let these greedy Taiji nobles think that Dongjiang is weak, or repeatedly open their mouths, or simply take money here and go back on their promises, and then harass Dongjiang's grain road, then it is better to show the enemy. If you dare to come, I will dare to kill! Dongjiang never threatens people with empty words!

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the characteristic of this ancient nobleman, and Song Xiance's aggressive sneer shocked him.Anyway, it's not forcing them to stand in line now, just sit back and watch the tigers fight.

Even if Houjin wins, it is impossible to wipe them out in one go. It's just that life is tighter. At worst, they will fight more fiercely when they follow Houjin's army into Heilongjiang.It would be even better if Dongjiang won, and the grassland would be free again in the future, let alone rush into the Liaodong Plain to burn, kill and loot, and then bow down to ask for benefits!

So Hu Erhan waited anxiously for four days, and Ji Erhalang, who was already in his seventies and eighties, finally rushed over, but just like him, this Lord Baylor also came here empty-handed, poor and empty, and the promised conditions were still broken The spoils of war after Dongjiang Army.Now that the Qing army is struggling to supply its own front-line troops, where can they get food to support 10,000 Mongolian soldiers and [-]+ troops?

It was the same as Hu Erhan's time, no matter how hard or soft this Uncle Ji would do, Wembu Chuhuer and Zaisang insisted they were hungry! There was no food and no soldiers.

The 10,000 Mongolian cavalry that Huang Taiji placed high hopes on to change the situation of the battle seemed to be waiting and watching in the upper reaches of the Liaohe River forever.On April 200th, a large area of ​​land under the Dongjiang Army Town in the Heilongjiang River Basin has begun to be cultivated. Although Mao Jue mobilized an army of [-]+, the population has reached [-] million after all, and there are also Japanese slaves and workers from the Lee family. , although the absence of the prime-aged labor force is destined to reduce production, it is basically impossible to cut off the harvest.

However, the deputy capital of Jilin, which is also an important grain-producing area in the Qing Dynasty, was completely barren. The lush grass in the farmland outside Ula City, Jilin has grown to a height of more than half a meter. After coming back here to feast, more than a dozen Jurchen villages nearby have also been burned to the ground. Their masters were either hung in the grove and encountered flies, or were escorted to Dongjiang as a slave to open up wasteland.And it wasn't just the triangular area occupied by Mao Jue's military. Dongjiang cavalry extended their strikes eastward, all the way to Fort Six of Kuandian, which was harassed last year by the Yalu River.

Coupled with the transfer of strong labor from Liaodong to join the army, this year's grain production in the Qing Dynasty is destined to decrease by at least one-half, or even more.

As a general transfer station for materials, this Ula City in Jilin is also as busy as a transfer station for express delivery in later generations.

Last year's crude pontoon bridge was demolished a long time ago. In four months, despite the severe cold, Dongjiang's engineers and soldiers created another Dongjiang miracle. Taking advantage of the dry season, the dam was blocked by concrete. The iron bridge also stands here, and the rails have been extended by [-] kilometers. The steam trains loaded with supplies from Heilongjiang can drive directly to the city, and after unloading, they turn around and drive back from the other end with the wounded soldiers.

Although the space in the city is not small, there are no civil facilities at all, and they are all densely packed warehouses.

"Slow down, slow down!"

When Song Xiance returned to Ula City, Jilin, just in time for the train to arrive at the station, the lift at the end, which was the same style as the three-to-four-meter-high pulley block boom on the western port, was lifting a heavy lift amidst the chants of dozens of men. And the dark Dongjiang steam engine was dispatched, and the other end was placed on the train trailer, and there were four large black iron boxes more than two meters high, and the sides were fixed with strong big screws, each of which was in the middle. A huge prototype hole was opened, and densely packed gears could be vaguely seen inside.

Mao Jue is always willing to make some weird things. For example, last year he suddenly wanted to make a machine that could fly into the sky. As a result, amidst the terrified screams of the unlucky Japanese slave, he found an iron guy with two shrinking steam engines that still weighed several tons. Following the heroic grunt on the edge of the cliff, he created the first air crash in history. Song Xiance didn't pay much attention to these weird guys, but just glanced at the tall and burly manpower lift with envy. , turned around and rushed to the tutelary mansion at the back of the warehouse area to report back.

"General!"

The temporary town guard mansion is undoubtedly not comparable to the elaborately carved tall buildings in Dongjiang, but apart from the absence of beeping radios, there are uniformed staff members and busy messengers who are rushing back and forth, updating the buildings at any time. The strategic map that follows the battlefield, everything is almost the same as the headquarters in later movies.

It looks more and more like the Beiyang Army of later generations!

It's just that the staff were busy running around, but the coach was obviously not doing his job properly. Mao Jue was lying on the window without glass, like a rough house, looking down at the yard.

There, one of the big black iron boxes that Song Xiance had seen just now had already been transported, and the steam engine that had been pulled down just arrived, and was carried by a dozen warriors to fill the iron box, and the round hole was also filled. Yes, the twelve gun barrels are fixed with steel bars like a pile of firewood, pointing darkly forward.

There is also a rotating shaft under the iron cabinet, just like the Dongjiang cannon stand, and it is fixed on a large iron plate.

Very jealous, he glanced at the height of more than three meters, and Song Xiance lowered his head and clasped his fists.

"Meet the general!"

"Oh! Mr. Song is back, how is things going?"

Only then did he come to his senses, Mao Jue looked a little absent-minded, turned his head and asked softly.

"Return to General, General Huwei, that orangutan Taiji did not dare to disobey, the people of the prairie have stagnated in the Liaohe River!"

"Very good, well done! Sir, you have worked hard, go to the Internal Affairs Office to receive the reward, and then relax for two days! After a few days, there will be no chance to relax!"

In Mao Jue's voice, it was obvious that he had made a big move!Hearing this, Song Xiance was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't bear it anymore, and once again he clasped his fist heavily.

"General! There is still one thing that I don't know! These prairie wolves are rebellious and capricious. Although the general is mighty, they may not not repeat themselves. Why don't you let the minister carry out the plan! Do those long-term things and send them away. Are they completely fucked?"