Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 296: Conquer Qihe with an iron fist (Part )
It was another sunny morning, and Erke Yildun, the tax collector stationed in Kashiluk from the Junggar people, got up early as a habit. Others say that the person who controls Qihe is Kundulun Ubas Dataji, but he just thinks that he is the master of Qihe, because behind him is the powerful Junggar tribe.

As a general of the Dulbert tribe, Erke Yildun was not favored at first, but regardless of his age, he worked hard to curry favor, and finally got the "favor" of Batur Hutaiji. In order to provoke the Dulbert tribe Due to his relationship with the Heshuo Special Department, Huitaiji appointed him as the tax collector stationed in Kashiluk.

This is a fat trade. I have made a lot of money in the past two years, and I have developed a taste for getting up early to watch livestock. These livestock were either given to him by filial piety or corruption from various tribes in Qihe. He was afraid that the herdsmen could not take good care of them, so he had to check the sheep pens and stables every morning when he got up early. Of course, the income also includes gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin, etc. However, as an older generation, what he loves most is cattle, sheep and camels.

After inspecting his wealth, I felt particularly comfortable, and suddenly a confidant reported, "Kundulun Ubas Dataiji invites you to a luncheon."

"Invite me to dinner? What can you say?" the old man asked slowly.

"It is said that Dadaiji feels that the taxes collected from the Heshuote people are too high. I hope you will be lenient."

"Haha, Kundulun Ubash, Kundulun Ubash, you old donkey also begs me sometimes." Erke Yildun laughed loudly and ordered his confidants, "Tell him, I It will arrive then."

This Shangguan would never shy away from such a polite meal. Once upon a time, he was considered a good man. The Dulbert people were originally nomadic near the Altai Mountains, and their life was not easy under the oppression of the Khalkha, Chahar and other tribes, and they were in desperate need of a strong leader. As the eldest son, he gave up his ministerial position and took the lead in electing his wise and wise third brother Daletesh to serve as Dulbert's riding whip. Later, in order to find a safe paradise, Daletesh wanted to lead his tribe to move west from the Altai Mountains to the Irtysh River Basin. It is difficult to leave the homeland and the opposition is not small. He fought against all odds and gave his full support. It was precisely with the support of these older generations of Taiji that Daleitaish was able to lead more than 100,000 Durbot people to move westward, opening up the vast history of the Oirat Mongols' westward migration.

However, there is no choice but flowers fall, and heroes also grow old. When a person gets old, his previous ambitions are gone, and he only thinks about accumulating more wealth for his children and grandchildren, so that future generations will not have money to spend. Because of this, after the death of his third brother Dalai Taishi, the old man wiped his tears and clamored for a share of the family property. But according to Oirat tradition, if there are sons, the inheritance will be distributed to sons, and if there are no sons, it will be distributed to brothers. Daletesh has eight sons, so he has no inheritance rights. He didn't care, and cried with snot and tears, complaining about how much he had suffered when he gave up the position of Dadaiji to Dalai Taishi. As a result, he did not get the property, but offended Daleitaish's sons all over. In anger, he and his second brother Galdang Haledai led their respective tribes to defect to the powerful Junggar tribe.

Batur Hutaiji of the Junggar tribe was very clever. As soon as he and others arrived in Hoboksali, they were surrounded by a large army. They stationed officials, organized households and people, and arranged his tribe and others to live far away from Durbo. The western coast of the Brent Sea. After several thunderbolts were cast down, everyone felt chilled, thinking that it was a lamb entering the wolf's den. The Wolf King suddenly exchanged thunderbolts for nectar, and granted officials to himself, his second brother, and several of his younger nephews. He rewarded him with fertile pastures and a large number of livestock. He even provided gifts for his son Mergen and his second brother's son. Ramazabu got married. After a noble daughter from the Junggar tribe married into the Dulbert tribe, the two families naturally merged into one family.

This man is amazing, his methods are not inferior to his third brother, his actions are ruthless, and he is even more victorious! With both soft and hard tactics, he was finally subdued, and he was determined to become the eagle dog of the Junggar people. Because he worked hard, he became more and more successful, and this time he actually got a job as a tax collector in Kashiluk.

Half an hour later than the agreed time, Erke Yildeng, a senior officer of the Junggar tribe, slowly and leisurely arrived at Kundulun Ubashi's tent, leaning on his wooden stick and shaking it three times at a time. Kundulun Ubas, Aldar and other Taijis from Shuote and Dulbert had been waiting at the gate of the camp for a long time.

Huh? No, I followed the secret order of Batur Hutaiji and used tax collection to sow discord between the two tribes. The Heshuote people and the Durbot people almost severed contact with each other. How come they are together today? The cunning Erke Yildun sensed something was wrong and stopped subconsciously. Unable to let him think too much, Kundulun Ubas stepped forward, took his arm, and pulled him into the big tent. "Brother makes me wait so hard. I will have to drink three bowls of wine as a penalty later, hahaha", the bold voice went straight into the clouds.

"There are so many good brothers, how can a foolish brother be an opponent? I remember that year when we followed Bagas Khan to fight against the Khalkhas, the good brother drank down seven or eight Taijis alone." Erke Yildun also said Smiling and chatting with him.

"A good man is not only brave in the past, but he is old, he is old. Today, he must have a good time reminiscing with his brother." Kundulun Ubashi showed his true feelings and walked to the big tent with his arm on his arm with a smile.

The older generations of Taiji in Oirat have gone through ups and downs, and none of them are fuel-efficient. Kundulun Ubashi greeted the guests attentively, Erke Yildun responded enthusiastically, but looked around with his eyes. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. There were heavily armed soldiers patrolling everywhere in the camp. It looked more like a war than a treat.

He wanted to leave, but someone held his arm and couldn't leave. After entering the big tent, there were dishes and warm wine inside. After drinking a few bowls of wine ceremonially, he confessed to Kundulun Ubashi, "My dear brother, please forgive me, but my foolish brother went to watch horses (Mongolians call going to the toilet to watch horses)."

"Hahaha, brother is really old! He only drank a few bowls before he had to watch the horse." Kundulun Ubashi laughed loudly. "It's not too late to wait for a while until this big dish is served."

After saying that, he clapped his hands. Suddenly there was a huge crowd outside the tent, and after a moment, the guards brought dozens of large plates, each with a head on it.

Erke Yildun was startled. When he looked carefully, he saw that those heads were his followers. "Brother Xian, what do you mean by this?" Lao Taiji's voice trembled.

"Humph," Kundulun Ubas sneered, "These lackeys relied on the power of the Junggar people to expropriate, enrich themselves, and suffer the people of Qihe. Today, I will settle the score with them with all the profits."

"My dear brother, have mercy on me! It is Batur Hutaiji's intention to tax your tribe. Brother Fool is just following orders." Erke Yildun knew that something was wrong, and regardless of his old face, he knelt down and begged for mercy.

(End of this chapter)