New Shun 1730

Chapter 63 Military Song

The white flag was finally raised in Stepanovsk.

This castle, which was built in 1657, can now finally be renamed the Muluhan Mountain Acropolis as it was in the Yongle era.

Outside the city, Dashun's soldiers put on their clothes.

Blue military uniform and a felt hat with a red tassel. Followed by those tribes who vowed not to rebel.

Jiao Lao Butu quickly ran to Liu Yu's side and whispered: "Sir, we are about to enter the city. The brothers have been following you for a year, and they are all so suffocated that they want to fuck the roe deer. Look, are you letting the brothers Have fun..."

"No. Don't make trouble for me. Your Majesty is on the front line. If he causes trouble, you and I can't bear it. Although I'm not a good bird, I have my own bottom line. If you want to fuck a roe deer, then go ahead and do it, Cheng There are no roe deer here, but there are sheep. It’s a sheep intestine trail, experience it.”

Flatly rejecting Jiao Laobutu's suggestion to boost morale, Liu Yu advised: "Also, if there are army chickens in the city, it's best not to touch them. Tell them to touch them if they are not afraid of getting dirty. Wait until they are beaten. After the battle, when we get to big cities like Tieling and Shenyang, I will reserve a place for my brothers to kill anyone who disobeys the order!"

A year ago, if Liu Yu said something cruel, Jiao Lao Butu would regard it as a joke.

But now, with hundreds of heads weighing on him, Jiao Laobutu understood the weight of the sentence "Those who disobey orders will be killed" and hurried to convey the order.

Waving Du Feng over, Liu Yu then ordered: "I also tell your people not to cause trouble. To put it bluntly, the women here may have to be arranged to be sent to your Zhechong Mansion. The border army has always had girls. If you want to be your wife at some point, if you insult one of them, you will be assigned to someone else to be your wife in the future. It will not look good on each other when we meet in the future."

Du Feng smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, please rest assured, our people know what to do. There are few women in Zhechong Mansion, and few women migrate to the border. Throughout the year, we have been waiting for something big to happen in the court all day long... Only when something big happens, the female relatives are demoted here and given to each family. If they were transferred to a Shangshu or something like that, it would be like celebrating the New Year for the bachelors here. "

"You don't know, the border army has a custom of mistress. Some families with fewer people who were injured on the battlefield actually tacitly allow their wives to sleep with others. The premise is that the third person must help his family with farm work. ”

"There is a saying among the border troops: It is refreshing to plow the fields at night, but tiring during the day. From a distance, they are neighbors, but from a close look, they are brothers-in-law. One person pretends to be a sister, and they are busy eating here and there..."

Listening to this vulgar tune, Liu Yu sighed.

The border is too difficult, and morality is only suitable for the right circumstances, but no matter what, this young couple is too weird.

The adults in the DPRK don't care too much about whether the border troops can live a normal life, and they are even less likely to buy some women and send them to the border when they sell their children during the disaster. Instead, they may take the opportunity to buy a few good maids themselves. .

After breaking the city this time, many women will be captured, which may alleviate the situation in Handori Acropolis.

Du Feng didn't know what he thought of, and he chuckled and said: "But sir, these Rakshasa people mostly have blond hair and blue eyes, and they look like ghosts. Even if they were given blond hair and blue eyes, they might not want to be their wives." Ah, I would rather marry a Korean with a big face and narrow eyes. "

"Tsk, tsk, it would be better for me to be a Korean girl as my wife. She knows how to care for others, and she is also good at work."

Liu Yu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

In this era, blond hair and blue eyes are not beautiful... but ugly. Cultural penetration is far from enough to reshape the aesthetics of the Chinese people.

"very good."

Liu Yu murmured to himself, and Du Feng thought to himself, what is Mr. Liu praising? Praise Gaoli Man'er?

After the military order to enter the city was clearly conveyed, Liu Yu rode a white Karabakh horse and walked to the front of the city at the front of the team.

The gates of the bastion were open and the drawbridge had been lowered.

In front of the suspension bridge, some old men took off their hats and stood on both sides.

A blond maid of seventeen or eighteen years old was carrying a plate with a large piece of black bread on it. On the brown bread, there is a small silver plate with salt in it.

Walking in front of the girl, the girl took half a step back in fear.

Liu Yu dismounted, and in front of the surrendered Rakshasa people, he tore off a piece of bread, dipped a little salt in the silver plate, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The old men standing on both sides all breathed a sigh of relief. The guards who followed Liu Yu looked at the slender, blond Ross girl who was just in her freshness period. They all looked as if they had seen a ghost. They shook their heads and thought, how could there be such an ugly woman in the world?

Liu Yu did not let the translator say a few words about the agreement. After eating the bread and salt, he directly mounted his horse and led the people into the city.

The first thing I did was to check out the cannons in the city. I couldn't help but cursed again.

Before Hannibal fled, he blocked all the cannon doors with nails.

Even if it is pulled out, it cannot be used. After piercing it and smashing it a few times, the tail of the gun is already fragile and has dark marks, and it is easy to explode.

After getting off the city wall, Liu Yu read out a decree in front of everyone in the city.

In view of the fact that fur, rhubarb, tea, etc. are all Rakshasa official industries. Therefore, all the goods in the trading posts in the city were confiscated.

It's a pity that this is the Cossack Autonomous Region. There are no landlords or serfs. They are just the most conservative and reactionary Cossacks who are wealthy yeoman farmers who are "good at housekeeping" and take robbery as a side job. A hundred and fifty years later, every one of them will be a one-day trip to Lubyanka.

Otherwise, if we arrest a few landlords and directly shoot them to divide the land, we can get an extra army of border guards.

These people in the city must be dealt with, but at least don't act rashly until the upstream reinforcements are intercepted. When the reinforcements from the upper reaches are dealt with and the Rakshasa fortresses along the Heilongjiang River are cleared, these people will have dough in their hands, and they can do whatever they want.

Most of the women in the city were so frightened that they hid in the church and did not dare to come out. Only a few gypsy people actually had the thought and courage to set up a stall in the square in front of the church.

A bear whose teeth and claws had been removed was making various funny moves under the command of a gypsy man. He stretched out his hand in the hope that the military commander would give him some money after laughing.

Two gypsy women were selling their "divination skills" and crystal balls to the soldiers entering the city, as well as some random small items.

These Gypsies, called gypsies by the Russians, are just like their compatriots wandering in other countries. They are born optimists and "people who know the current affairs" by nature.

Soon, a wheat-colored gypsy man with curly hair squeezed in front of Liu Yu and said in the poor northern mandarin he learned from the caravan: "Sir, sir, I know where those Rakshasa people hid the silver coins. Peter The castle has just shipped a batch of silver coins for buying rhubarb and tea in the winter."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yu was overjoyed. He touched his body and found that he had changed into new clothes and had no money at all. After coughing quickly, Du Feng, who was next to him, quickly took out a piece of silver and threw it to the gypsy man.

The gypsy people immediately took people to the cellar under the church and dug out the silver coins brought from Petersburg for the official trade to purchase rhubarb.

Seeing these blinding silver coins, Du Qian's lame leg really became less lame, and he discussed it with his old acquaintance Jiao Lao Butu. They all felt that although Liu Yu said in front of everyone that he took half of the silver and fur in the city according to the rules, but after all, if people like him took it seriously, that would be very wrong.

After a brief inventory, Du Qian and Jiao Laobutu came to Liu Yu and said with a smile: "My lord, I have done an inventory. If you are doing an account, you can add two to one and make five. The total is twenty-five thousand rubles. Sir Hard work brings great results, wisdom and planning are unparalleled, and there are no tricks left. This is what you deserve."

Liu Yu grabbed a handful of silver rubles and thought, what can I do with this little money? I didn't take the money I owed outsiders seriously at all. If I really wanted to do something big in the future, this money wouldn't be enough.

Although he is a guest, he may not come to a place like this again in the future, and it may be the last time he meets many people here... Liu Yu still shook his head.

"Don't add two to one and make five. I am a person who keeps what I say. However, my rules are my rules. I can't use my rules to restrain you. Just follow the rules and do the full accounting. We officers Take 20% and give the rest to the soldiers.”

After thinking for a while, Liu Yu said again: "Let's do this, I will divide the money. We can't divide it all immediately, so it will be divided into three parts. One part is divided now, one part will be divided after the upstream reinforcements are defeated, and the other part, Wait until the last fort is captured before dividing."

"Now that the money has been divided, everyone wants to live a good life and not die. In addition, Lao Du, tell the people under you that after the money is divided, don't spend it carelessly. I will find a way for you to make a fortune in the future. Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone pooled their money and invested in individual stocks?”

"Just tell me what I said. After this battle and the fair distribution of things, they should be able to sell me this face."

Du Qian quickly thanked him.

Liu Yu didn't follow the rules and get 50% as a general. He was originally unhappy. He felt that if Liu Yu wanted to be a saint, he was afraid that he would be forced to become a saint too. I thought that since your father is a duke, he would naturally look down on the money, but we don’t have a good and rich father, let alone the Zhu Ming Huangzhuang property that we received back then.

Saints are not easy to deal with. Such people can lead everyone to victory, but they are a bit harsh on officers.

But when Liu Yu said that they should continue to work according to normal rules and the officers would get 20%, Du Qian felt happy again.

He didn't know what Liu Yu said about "the way to get rich and collect equity capital" in the future, but considering Liu Yu's ability and connections in the capital, how could he not believe it?

After taking the order, Liu Yu turned to look at the gypsy, those charming fellows in literary works: the stubborn and beautiful Carmen, the kind girl Esmeralda in front of Notre Dame de Paris, the free nature in the southern poem The romantic Jin Feila... gave Liu Yu a deep impression: the gypsy people are good at singing and dancing.

"Hey Roma, how many of you are there in the city?"

The gypsy who took the lead in digging up the Rakshasa cellar was slightly startled, and felt a little moved in his heart. Roma is what they call themselves, and the Russians call them gypsies, derived from the Roman word for "untouchables." Unexpectedly, the officer actually called him a Roma instead of a gypsy. In gratitude, he took off his hat and bowed to Liu Yu.

"We have some people in the city. We originally followed the Cossack vendors, and later we wandered around the Amur River Basin, selling some groceries, performing arts, fortune-telling, and playing music on the streets. We just arrived here not long ago. There are about a dozen families. ”

"Please note, from now on this is Heilongjiang, not the Amur River."

"Yes, my lord."

"Aren't you scared?"

"No fear, for us. There is no difference between you and your army, Cossacks, Rakshasas, or Turks. If you want to massacre us, we can't resist... We are wanderers."

"That's great. Can you play the drums?"

"Yes, sir."

"What about the lyre?"

"Of course. Sir, that's the tool we use to perform."

"The reed flute?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'll hire you. Go find everyone who can play music, 6 rubles per month. I guarantee your safety. I'll give you all the Rakshasa drums I've collected. Now, listen to me hum a song, write down the tune, and teach them to play."

He cleared his throat, recalled the tune of "March of the British Grenadiers" or "Song of the Guerrillas", and sang a few lines at random.

Everyone talks about Yue Wumu, and some people mention Huo Guanjun.

Lü Bu, Guan Zhang, Zhao Ma Huang, no one forgets their bravery.

Looking at the heroes of all ages, no one can compare to me.

I am the only one who leads the ranks with muskets in rows and rows.

Ancient heroes have never seen deadly cannonballs and iron balls.

The ground was shaken by the sound of the volley guns, and there was no Zhao, Guan and Zhang in the world anymore.

We young people have all seen it, with lead bullets flying everywhere and heads held high.

I praise the rows and rows of vanguards holding muskets.

Your Majesty's order to conquer the barbarians sounded, and we carried our muskets on our shoulders.

The front row was full of heroes, and we received double pay...

Suddenly I remembered a line in the song "March of the Grenadiers": We throw them from the glacis. This glacis is the "protective slope" mentioned above. It should be a technical term. The job of the grenadiers is to stand at the bottom of the slope and throw grenades upwards to break through the most difficult slope of the bastion.

In the late Ming Dynasty, there was a small wave of "heavy infantry" revival around the world. It was just because of the gap in firearms level, military engineering, and the differences in the development route of muskets, the amount of powder and the weight of the projectiles, that the East and the West took different paths. The heavy infantry revived in the West was the grenadiers, while the heavy infantry revived in the East was the white-armored soldiers who attacked cities and broke through formations. Material determines consciousness. Without efficient firearms, brutal bastion attacks and defenses, and excellent field artillery mounts, the Dashun side only had armored heavy infantry, no unarmored grenadiers.

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