Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 297: Paying homage to the Imperial Ancestral Temple
Jingying.

Jia Hui and Yun Yu sat opposite each other in the festival hall, discussing some small details.

Yunyu has always been convinced of Jia Hui's ability to find people on the grassland. He served as the commander-in-chief in the last Northern Expedition and witnessed from beginning to end how Jia Hui defeated both internal and external Mongols.
Although I don't know how he accurately judged that the enemy was approaching him in the heavy rain and fog, and I don't know how he accurately blocked the remnant army in Mobei at the edge of the North Sea, but since the record can't be deceived, no one can be fooled.
Back then, when the champions entered the grasslands, they had to have Hun guides!
But no matter how outrageous the facts are, Jia Hui can indeed do this. In this case, Yun Yu has nothing to say. He can only attribute this to his unique talent and just believe it.

Therefore, Yun Yu never interfered with Jia Hui's strategic plan from beginning to end. This boy was very fierce in fighting, and it was common for him to lead by example. In addition, the soldiers sent to him this time were all fully armed elite cavalry. This configuration meant that he could lose even if he wanted to. Disaster.

To put it bluntly, even if he is defeated, this kid can still lead people to break through and come back!
Yun Yu and Jia Hui were talking about the treatment of the Mongol tribes inside and outside.

Needless to say, those who insist on being loyal to Daqi will naturally be rewarded generously, but those who remain loyal to Daqi will naturally be generous.
"So this is where our differences begin." Jia Hui shrugged, "I think it's somewhat forgivable to be forced to become a thief due to circumstances. After all, the life of the entire tribe is in someone else's hands, so that's not it. Do what others say?
Acknowledging your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. As long as you perform well later, such as betraying someone, failing to do your job, or even secretly sabotaging, these behaviors can be punished at least not too harshly. "

"The kindness of women! If they can rebel for the first time, they can rebel a second time and a third time. If they are not severely punished, they will often surrender and rebel again in the future. How much energy can the court have to deal with these messes?" Yun Yu He frowned and replied.

What these young people think is really too simple. They are all "I think" and "I think" and have no long-term vision at all!
Besides, people who are not from my race must have different minds. How can we frighten them without iron-blooded means?

"The past was before, and now is now. This is your old thinking. They are human beings like us, have emotions and desires, and have relatives and friends. If they can make money to support their families, why do they still want to engage in the business of licking blood from the edge of a knife? ?”

As he spoke, Jia Hui stretched out his arm toward Yun Yu and showed the sleeves of his coat: "Look, do you know what this material is?"

Yun Yu glanced at Jia Hui's sleeves, and her expression suddenly became a little strange: "Why do I feel that this is similar to the tent material of their Mongol people?"

"That's right!" Jia Hui chuckled, "But it's different from their felts, which are made directly from wool or even woolen sheepskin. I named this one woolen cloth, but it's made of pure wool and is woven on a textile machine. Yes, it can be made into material for serious clothes!
This is something newly researched by the Ministry of Industry, and it is an important weapon that truly benefits the country and the people! "

Yun Yu suddenly realized.

Although he spent most of his life fighting against the Mongol people, he hated them for a while when he first joined the army. As he grew older and more experienced, Yun Yu also thought that he could see clearly Understand the nature of the Hu-Han War.
Materials are too scarce on the grassland!

He didn't know how many times he heard captured Mongol prisoners say that the reason they went south was to grab an iron pot or a kitchen knife for their family, or that all the girls in the tribe were recruited by Taiji and Huitaiji. , I am almost 30 years old and I still don’t have a wife. This time I went south just to grab a wife.
In the final analysis, the grasslands are too poor, and the resources produced by grazing are simply not enough for them to survive. Most of the resources have to be taken away by large tribes and Taiji people.

If you can herd sheep safely on the grassland, who would want to go south and risk your life with the Qi army?

The problem of the grassland is so simple, yet extremely difficult to solve.

This time, the technological innovation from the Ministry of Industry, coupled with the policies of the Republic of China on the grassland in recent years, gave Yun Yu hope to solve the grassland problem once and for all.
Seeing Yun Yu deep in thought, Jia Hui smiled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Wool is a good thing. Whether it is made into woolen coats or woolen sweaters, it is a very good cold-proof clothing. Since it is purchased from the entire Mongolian population, it is large in quantity and cheap, which can completely make up for the cotton production. shortcomings.

Especially in recent years, the weather has become colder and colder, and the Little Ice Age is about to come again. With the emerging industry of wool, a lot of changes can really happen.

As for the slight odor left in this thing due to insufficient technology,
You have already bought a sweater to wear, but this small problem can still be overcome.

"That's all, I won't tell you this anymore." After about a cup of tea, Yun Yu finally woke up from her thoughts, "The small tribes will do as you say. Do the big tribes want to fight for it?"

"Fight for? What is there to fight for? It's not like they have never paid tribute before. They should know very well what kind of strength Da Qi has. However, under such circumstances, they still chose to abandon Da Qi and take most of the army to join Junggar. This speaks volumes. , they are not really loyal!”

Jia Hui put down the tea cup, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: "We must make them suffer, especially Dulbert!"

At that time, it was Durbut's people who cooperated with Junggar Li Yingwai to open Dihua City!
"It's so normal. After all, they are family members." Yun Yu smiled slightly.

Qianliang actually briefly expelled the Mengwu and recovered North China for a few years.

Wenzong became a martial artist, and after three years of personal expedition, he successfully recaptured North China and was praised by the world. However, the good times did not last long. During the first hunt after regaining North China, Emperor Daizong was hit by the disarming wind and died young. , Emperor Liangyou, who was only ten years old, succeeded to the throne.

Six years later, the great master of the Yuan Dynasty, Chuolos, also personally led the main force of 300,000 tiles to knock on the pass.

The sixteen-year-old emperor was young and energetic and wanted to surpass his father. Regardless of the dissuasion of his courtiers, he mobilized 400,000 troops and went straight out of the Great Wall.
Then there is no more.

It seems that no matter which world the emperor of the Han Dynasty deserves to suffer such a disaster, Tumu Fort is really carrying too much.

Emperor You also succeeded in being known as the "Emperor of the Clan" and became a negative example for future generations of royal disciples.

However, unlike Ming Yingzong in Jia Hui's previous life, who was capable of killing a thousand swords, Emperor You was strangled to death in the Ancestral Temple by his younger brother Daizong with Bai Ling on the day he exhausted his usefulness and was sent back to Chang'an.
However, Emperor You's fate did not affect Grand Master Yexian's wise and powerful spirit. Amidst the shouts of "beautiful boys" around him, Grand Master Yexian also became completely swollen, braving the vastness of the grassland and sweating profusely.
The gears of fate turned. After a series of operations, Choros, the "Great Yuan Tiansheng Khan", was first killed by his rebellious ministers. Naturally, his Choros tribe also fell into civil strife.

Internal strife is a long-lasting and cyclical drama among tribes in the grasslands.

Ye Xian's eldest son, Boronahalle, took his own tribe to split off and became Durbut. The main body of Choros was inherited by Yexian's second son Asha Timur, who was Junggar.

Although they were divided, the relationship between the two tribes had no impact. They even nomadic together for a long time in the Jilamahan Mountain and the nearby Balikun area to the north of Guazhou and Shazhou.

That is to say, a few decades ago, because the Junggar Hutaiji Amin Uritu wanted to settle in Albindale, the two top officials were very unhappy and had a fight. Dulbert lost, and there was another one in the west. Turgut stabbed him in the back, and Dulbert was forced to move eastward, occupying and driving away his younger brother Huite, and finally settled down in the Turpan Basin and Hami Basin.

(Huite:???)
It was precisely because of this incident that most of the courtiers, including the three governors-general Lu Guan, Jia Hui, and Yun Yu, believed that Durbut must have made a big enmity with Junggar after this battle, so Then he settled them on the spot with peace of mind.

But who would have thought that they were playing the trick of "abuse me a thousand times and treat me like my first love".
But it's not without surprises. Huite, who was bullied by his boss and left homeless, and was beaten in turn by Monan and Moxi, became Da Qi's number one loyal minister in the Western Regions. When the Qi army just came out of Yumen, they defected to Da Qi.

Due to Huite's bravery in battle, he won the favor of the emperor, so Daqi began to support him, and it was quite effective in a few years. In the past, Huite was regarded as a top by the two major forces, and now he can rely on Qi-style equipment to fight with the emperor. In the past, the eldest brother Dulbert fought back and forth and became the mainstay in resisting the eastward invasion of Junggar.

Coupled with the main force of the Anxi Army surrounded in Ili and the remnant Anxi Army fighting guerrillas with Huite, these three armies are dealing with the Junggar Army. This is why Jia Hui can safely lead the troops deep into the grassland to fight with Alsleng. The biggest reason for the decisive battle with the main force.

Therefore, small tribes can forgive as appropriate, while large tribes such as Duerbot and Oqiltu should change their surnames.
. . . . . .

On November 19th, the third year of Qingtai, it was easy to travel and everything went smoothly.

After many years, Jia Hui once again walked into the ancestral temple where he was married to three princes.

Although this is not the first time he has led an army alone, this is the second time he has entered this place wearing armor.

The difference is that when he first entered the Imperial Ancestral Temple, he was just a cavalry commander who was studying carefully behind Marshal Yun Yu, but now, he has become the Grand Marshal who is about to lead an army of 150,000 into the grassland.

Things are different and people are different.
Jia Hui sighed softly in his mind.

The crowd was almost still the same group of people, but the person standing at the front and leading the generals slowly up the steps to the Ancestral Temple was no longer Yun Yu, but himself.
The generals who led the expedition stood at the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The portraits facing them were still the two portraits of Taizu Taizong, but the entire Imperial Ancestral Temple was obviously larger than the Imperial Ancestral Temple in the Peking Palace.

Well, after all, it is the imperial capital that Daqi really spent a lot of money to build.
Jia Hui glanced behind him, and everyone understood, and together with Jia Hui, they were sorting out the clothes for the last time.

The arrangement was very fast. After all, the emperor was waiting in the palace, and everyone would not really tidy up their whole bodies. They just raised their collars and adjusted their belts.

When the sparse voice behind him ended, Jia Hui understood that they had finished sorting out. He took a deep breath, raised his feet and stepped across the threshold, leading everyone into the Ancestral Temple.
The emperor, who was obviously much older than eight years ago, was wearing the same military uniform as eight years ago. He stood quietly in front of the royal palace of the two former emperors, facing south, and looked at him slowly with some emotion. General Jia Hui came slowly.

The young boy who was still younger than his three uncles at that time has now grown into the white jade pillar that holds the sky and the purple golden beam that holds the sea. He is now a lieutenant, and he is going to lead an expedition for the peace of the country of Daqi. .
I still remember that when he led a group of young people back from an expedition on the plateau, and when I knighted him for the first time in Luoyang Palace, his face still had some childishness.
It wasn't until Jia Hui led everyone to salute the emperor that the emperor suddenly broke away from his thoughts, sighed softly, and his eyes became firm again.
"Jia Qing."

"I'm here!" Jia Hui responded and took a step forward.

The emperor nodded, turned around, and solemnly took out a jade ax that could be held in one hand from the box on the altar. Just as he handed it to Yun Yu as a reward, he held the ax and the ax handle respectively and handed them to Jia Hui, each with instructions.

Jia Hui secretly took a look at the jade ax and found that it was exactly the same as the one the emperor gave Yun Yu during the last Northern Expedition.
The emperor did not notice Jia Hui's small movements, but continued to hold the ax and handed it to Jia Hui. Jia Hui held the handle of the ax and the emperor shouted: "From now on, the general will control the one who ascends to heaven."

Then, Jia Hui let go, and the emperor held the ax handle again, pointing the ax blade towards Jia Hui: "Whoever goes down to the abyss from now on, the general will control him."

From then on, the emperor handed over the life and death power of this expedition to Jia Hui.

At the same time, the ax blade is pointed towards Jia Hui, which is actually a warning to the general to respect himself.

After the two went through several more dialogue procedures, the ceremony of bowing to general was completed.

Everyone stood up from the ground, and Jia Hui also stood up slowly.

On the right side of the two giant royal paintings of Taizu and Taizong, next to them are three portraits of military generals. Jia Hui looks very familiar. Not only in the Taimiao Temple, these three portraits are also hung in the ancestral hall of the Jia family.
He is medium to thin in stature, with white beard and hair. He looks very similar to Jia Jing. He wears an eight-beam jade cicada cage scarf crown - Jia Yan, Ningguo Zhuangsu Gong.

He is tall and strong, with short cheeks and beard, and a round face that is calm and intimidating. He also wears an eight-beam jade cicada cage scarf crown - Jia Yuan, the loyal military official of Rongguo.

Especially the one hanging on the far right is extremely majestic, but in Jia Hui's eyes, he is the most kind-hearted person in the world.
Rongguo Zhongjing Gong Jia Daishan.

"Grandpa." Jia Hui sighed softly.
Thirteen years have passed since the final farewell in front of the Rongguo Mansion in Peking.
The emperor who heard the sigh turned around with some confusion, only to see Jia Hui looking longingly at the portrait that he was also very familiar with. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. He could only walk to Beside Jia Hui, he reached out and patted Jia Hui on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, I often come to the Imperial Ancestral Temple alone to visit the Emperor's Grandfather. Sometimes, just looking at the Emperor's Grandfather makes all the grievances I feel disappear."

The emperor also looked at Taizong's portrait and sighed with sadness.
He patted Jia Hui heavily on the shoulder again: "Fight this battle well, let me see what my favorite grandson is capable of!"

Jia Hui stared at the portrait, his pupils gradually dilated and refocused. Looking at the majestic face, a sense of pride suddenly surged into his heart.
"My ancestors are on top!"

Jia Hui raised his head and looked at Taizu Taizong's Yu Zhen, then turned to look around at the three ancestors of the Jia family.

"The traitor Arsalan has poisoned the Khalkha Mongols!"

The firm and powerful voice echoed in the Ancestral Temple, causing the generals who were slowly exiting the door to stop and quickly look at the figure who was standing in the same place without moving an inch.

"In response to the sincere invitation of Zhasak from the Mongol and Uighur tribes at home and abroad, I, Jia Hui, decided to follow the example of my ancestors and send my troops out to the Great Wall for an expedition——"

Jia Hui took a deep breath, held the jade ax tightly in his hand, and pressed harder
"Destroy Quanmeng!!"

(End of this chapter)