Fengxian Jiangshan

Outside the city of Kulun, there were dark crowds everywhere. When tens of thousands of herdsmen heard about the tragic death of a group of great lamas, they all gathered on their own initiative and demanded revenge for these people. In just a few days, more than 3 people gathered In order to cope with the crowd, Feng Jun had to designate a special camp for these pious believers.

"The fire penetrates through the waves without counting the spring, and the root is like the head and the face is dry like the body. Occasionally inscribed as a wooden layman, there will be infinite people who seek blessings." Yang Yuting looked at the endless crowd outside the city, and couldn't help feeling: "The Han people have always been respectful of gods and ghosts. They are all kept at a respectful distance, but these Mongols in front of us believe in Lamaism very deeply, if they are not handled well, it will indeed be a big trouble!"

Zhang Tinglan also nodded: "That's right, so-called religious beliefs are vain things. From the Spring and Autumn Period and even earlier, Chinese people abandoned their belief in gods and worshiped morality. It is this change. It determines that there has never been a religious war in Chinese history, and it also determines that the Chinese nation can maintain prosperity and prosperity for a long time. In the future, the governance of Mongolia will also downplay religion, develop culture and education, and truly integrate Mongolia with the Central Plains.”

"Zhuoyan, although we say we want to play it down, but now we have to summon the souls of these big lamas, otherwise we can't deal with the hearts of such herdsmen!"

Zhang Tinglan also said with a smile: "It's just an expedient measure, I have to play some villainous tricks."

While speaking, Saihan ran over and said respectfully: "Commander, almost all the herdsmen near Kulun have arrived. Everyone is eager to kill the Russian army and avenge the dead masters."

"No problem, Chief of Staff Yang, you should go and prepare now. Take all the [-] captured prisoners to an open space outside the city, and shoot them all in front of the herdsmen."

"Yes. I'll make arrangements now." Yang Yuting turned and left.

Zhang Tinglan looked at Saihan and said with a smile: "Mr. Speaker, I would like to hear your next step, your opinion on how to govern Mongolia. Do you have any brilliant ideas?"

"Lan Shuai, the lama group is greedy and demagogic. What they want to do is to establish a country where politics and religion are united. Now almost all the leaders are dead, but they still have the theory of reincarnation, according to the regulations. They also need to look for the soul boy , I worry that they still have a chance to make a comeback."

"You're right, but it will take at least 30 to [-] years to make a comeback. You can't just mess up the world with a bunch of milk babies! During this period of time, the government will carry out thorough reforms. Create a A brand new Mongolia. I wonder if the speaker is willing to support it?"

When Saihan heard this, he fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly to Zhang Tinglan, with bloodstains appearing on his forehead.

"Marshal, I have long decided to follow Fengjun, what assignment do you have. I will absolutely obey, nothing else!"

"Very good!" Zhang Tinglan said with a smile: "Speaker, I plan to establish an Outer Mongolia Development Corporation, mainly to develop various mine resources in Outer Mongolia. According to estimates, there will be at least tens of millions of income a year. Among them Thirty percent is reserved for the princes and nobles of Outer Mongolia, and the distribution of power is given to you. It must be fair and reasonable, and only princes who are truly loyal to the government can get it, do you understand?"

When Saihan heard this, his eyes lit up. If he had an income of tens of millions a year, 1000% would be almost 100 million. This is a huge sum of money.Even in the former Qing Dynasty, the rewards given by the Manchu Qing to the Mongolian princes were no more than [-] million a year when they were more, and only a few hundred thousand when they were less, and they still had to pay tribute.

Now that Zhang Tinglan throws out such a big pie as soon as he makes a move, it is really too generous, and after holding the power of distribution, he is the well-deserved leader of all princes. Money and power are the thresholds that almost everyone can step over. So is Han.

"Marshal, from now on in the humble position, I will be determined to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, and I will die!"

"You don't have to, just listen to me first." Zhang Tinglan said: "Interests have always been exchanged. I hope that from now on, you can give up all the pastures, give up the control over the herdsmen, and let them become free laborers." .”

"This..." Hearing Zhang Tinglan's words, Saihan's forehead could not help soaking in a layer of sweat. Pies are never delicious. All the pastures will be handed over, and the control over the tribe will also disappear. This is tantamount to destroying The foundation of their control of Mongolia.

One side is the attraction of huge benefits, and the other side is traditional privileges. This is the most difficult choice. Saihan's mind is spinning rapidly, constantly weighing.Just when he couldn't figure out why, he suddenly saw the faint smile on Zhang Tinglan's face, and he suddenly woke up.

He has no right to choose at all. Since the commander in front of him has made an opinion, it means that he must abide by it, or he may follow in the footsteps of those lamas and Gongsang. He must never forget, this guy But a demon king who kills without batting an eyelid will definitely not end well if he fights against him!

"Everything is done according to what the commander-in-chief said, and the humble officer dare not have any opinions."

"Hahaha, it's easy to talk to smart people, and the development of Outer Mongolia's resources will definitely bring huge benefits. You can also plan to establish an investment company. In Outer Mongolia, or even in the Northeast, I can provide convenience and send a professional team to assist. You can just enjoy the profits, and life will definitely be a hundred times more comfortable than it is now."

"Thank you, Marshal. I will do my best to be loyal to the Marshal. But I still have a question. The biggest landlords in Outer Mongolia are not us, but those monasteries and lamas. What about their pastures?"

"Of course it is all taken back. The six senses of the monks are clean, and the four are empty. Why do you need money!" Zhang Tinglan said coldly: "In this world, there are too many people who point to the Buddha to dress and rely on the Buddha for food. If the Buddha finds out, he will be furious. The government was taken back by the ranch and reassigned to the herdsmen to eliminate their sins."

When Saihan heard this, he also understood Zhang Tinglan's plan. This was to completely overturn the many years of tradition in Outer Mongolia, and completely reshuffle the cards!

Although the big lamas who are the biggest resistance are almost dead, the resistance is still astonishing. If we want to carry on, I don’t know how many people will lose their heads!But Saihan thought about it, anyway, it has nothing to do with him. With the shares of the development company, he is the richest person in Outer Mongolia. As for the life and death of other people, there is no need to worry at all!

Zhang Tinglan simply explained a few words to Saihan, then turned around and walked down the city wall, accompanied by others, to the outside of the city.At this time, the massacre was ready outside the city, and more than 4000 Russian prisoners of war were released, forming a dense team, surrounded by soldiers with live ammunition, ready to fight.

When the herdsmen saw these Russians, they shouted frantically, and some jumped on them emotionally, wrestling, biting, and smearing them with cow dung and horse manure, and some simply took out their daggers to stab them to death.

Seeing these crazy herdsmen, Zhang Tinglan felt chills in his heart. Although he said that religious beliefs are vain, human beings are not always rational.Fortunately, the crime of killing the Great Lama was pushed to the Russians. Otherwise, once they knew what Fengjun did, Outer Mongolia would be completely chaotic.

Of course, Fengjun has excellent equipment and 10,000+ soldiers, so they will not be afraid of these herdsmen making trouble.However, if there is a massacre, it is inevitable that blood will flow into rivers, and it will cause permanent scars, which may not even heal.

Some people may think that they can be killed cleanly so that there will be no trouble, just like Americans treat Indians, but this is just wishful thinking. If one group is killed, there will be other groups. It is impossible to kill everyone. There is always a limit. Once the national power declines and cannot maintain its strength, the accumulated evil consequences will explode. Many empires in history have collapsed like this.

Among all the ancient countries, only China can survive, and it is inseparable from China's strategy of governing the country. The kingdom of heaven has never done things like barbarians. If you want to equalize the frontier, the key is to calm people's hearts and mutual benefit.

Zhang Tinglan looked at these herdsmen, and at the same time he was constantly sketching out the strategy of governing Outer Mongolia in his mind. He rode his horse to the center of the crowd, and the voices on the field gradually subsided.

"Brothers of Outer Mongolia herdsmen, when you come here, you must have resentment in your heart, and I and you are the same. The Russians invaded the land of China. They are the enemies of life and death. Execute these Russian soldiers to avenge the dead. Xiaoxiao, who is intimidating all parties, whoever wants to invade the land of China will leave his life behind!"

After Zhang Tinglan finished speaking, the Fengjun soldiers escorted out row after row of Russians. Each row of 100 people stood in the open space. It fell down in an instant, and then changed to the second row.

Every shot made the herdsmen excited. They couldn't help cheering, and some even knelt down on the ground, praying and chanting scriptures.

The entire execution lasted for more than an hour. The corpses of the Russians piled up in mountains, and the stench of blood enveloped the city of Kulun. It lingered for a long time and stimulated people's nerves. An abnormal hyperactivity.Obviously at this moment, the gap between them and the Han army has disappeared a lot. They can avenge themselves. They are not enemies. The real enemy is these hateful Russians. This idea has quietly entered the hearts of every herdsman.

"Brothers of the herdsmen, the revenge has been avenged, but life will go on. The weather is getting colder and the snow will soon fall. I want to ask everyone, do you have warm clothes at home? Do you have enough food? Is there any fodder for cattle and sheep? How are you going to spend this winter?"

Zhang Tinglan's words hit the hearts of all the herdsmen. They lowered their heads unconsciously. Every winter is a pass. Starving to death and freezing to death is a common occurrence. Everyone really doesn't know what to do!

"The government has also taken everyone's difficulties into consideration, and is preparing to launch a new policy, so that everyone can have their own pastures, have sufficient supplies, eat and wear warm clothes, have books to read, and school!" (To be continued...)