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Chapter 785: Trial

 Warlord Franzbekov looked at the thick gift list sent to him by Abuzhda, the chief of the Yukargir tribe, and couldn't help but sigh: "Gifts are easy to receive, but things are hard to do!"

This matter is indeed difficult to handle!

The Urianhai tribe is the tribe that most supports Tsarist Russia in the Yakutsk region. In order to make up for the lack of its own military strength, Franzbekov recruited 2,000 local tribesmen, 700 of whom came from Urian.

Anhai tribe. If their chief Gulis is punished, their own rule will be shaken; but if they are not punished, the chiefs of other tribes will feel that their actions are unfair, and their own rule will also be shaken.

Just as he was hesitating, another follower reported that Gulisi, the great chief of the Ulianhai tribe, also sent a gift list. It turned out that Gulisi was very good at clinging to people, and he was familiar with everyone in the governor's office.

When I went to complain, Gulisi prepared a generous gift.

Since ancient times, the yamen is as deep as the sea. If you have reason and no money, don’t come in!

Franzbekov took a look at the gift list and found that it was actually a bit thicker than what Abuzhda had given him. He chuckled and thought to himself that this Gulisi was actually a sensible and smart person.

"Invite all the great chiefs to the meeting hall, and also invite Chief Ivanov," he said quietly to the steward Xie Ming.

"Overseer, please avenge my son Azima!" Upon seeing Franzbekov, Abuzhda knelt down with tears streaming down his face. Behind him, the chiefs of the Evan tribe, Jibuha and Ho,

The chief of the Lint tribe, Hilidege, and more than a dozen other chiefs knelt on the ground.

"Don't worry, everyone, if it is found out that this matter is really the work of the Urianhai tribe, I will not take mercy lightly." Franzbekov comforted the chiefs and asked them to sit down, while shouting: "Whoever is coming, go quickly."

Call Gulisi to come to the Governor's Mansion.

Gulis came and was very calm. He had asked all the people in the tribe and confirmed that Azima was indeed not killed by his own people. There was no crime, so what is there to be afraid of?

"Gulis, Abu Zhida accused you of sending people to kill his son Azima, is this true?" Franzbekov's voice was low and stern.

"It's unfair, Overseer. Azima and I have no grievances, so why should we kill him?"

"At the Ensah Festival, Azima defeated your son Turigen and more than a dozen warriors from your tribe in succession, which made you feel very shameless, so you ordered someone to assassinate him to vent your anger. Is that right?"<

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"Warlord, it is the custom of our people to compete in martial arts at the Ensakh Festival. Every year, hundreds of pairs of warriors fight as a show. If people kill people just because they fail in the competition, wouldn't Yakutsk be a river of blood?"
As soon as he said this, even some chiefs who had good relations with Abu Zhida nodded slightly.

Seeing that he responded appropriately, Franzbekov felt a lot more confident. He didn't want to deal with this loyal dog of Tsarist Russia at all, he was just showing off.

Then he asked: "Some people say that the musket used to assassinate Azima is commonly used by your Ulianhai tribe. How do you explain it?"

"Warlord, muskets are prevalent these days. Troops stationed in various places, major tribes, merchants coming and going, and horse bandits all have muskets. How can we conclude that the death was caused by our Ulianhai tribe just based on the gunshot wounds on the body? Then

Geima has a bad temper. He may have offended the horse bandits and was harmed by them. What does it have to do with our Urianhai tribe? Please be clear about it!"

"Damn it! Give me back my son's life!"

Seeing him pushing six, two, and five, Abu Zhida became furious, stepped forward, grabbed the collar of his robe, and started to tear him apart.

Everyone hurriedly pulled the two away.

Gulis said angrily: "Abu Zhida, you said that I sent someone to assassinate your son. Where is the murderer? Let him come out, I want to confront him!"

This sentence struck a chord in Abu Zhida's weakness. If he had really caught the murderer, he would have attacked the Urianhai tribe long ago. Why wait until now? He didn't say anything, but stared at Gulis with an angry look.

If looks could kill, I would have killed him ten thousand times now!

Seeing that he was speechless, Franzbekov felt that the time had come to resolve the dispute, and said in a leisurely manner: "Chief Abuzhda, have you ever caught the murderer?"

"This~"

Abu Zhida paused and said after a while: "Although the murderer has not been caught, we can logically infer that Gulis must have done it!"

As soon as he said this, even Jibuha and Hilidegg, who were brothers and sisters with him, shook their heads slightly.

Franzbekov sighed: "Chief Abuzhda, I can understand your mood of revenge for your son. But Russian law is all about evidence. Without evidence, just inference, you cannot convict people casually.

.Please understand!”

"Humph!"

Abu Zhida groaned and said nothing, thinking: I knew that Gulisi had a good relationship with the Rakshasa ghost, and the Rakshasa ghost would definitely favor him. Sure enough!"

Seeing his hesitant expression, Franzbekov quickly comforted him: "Chief Abuzda, please rest assured that I will never let go of the murderer of your son. If there is evidence in the future that this matter was done by Gulis,

Because I will punish you severely, I will give you an explanation. Come, immediately check all the people with guns in the city, and arrest and interrogate all the suspicious people who cannot prove their whereabouts that night!"

"Well, thank you very much, Overseer." Abu Zhida said his thanks in a straightforward manner.

Seeing him like this, Franzbekov knew that the knot in his heart could not be solved for a while. No matter who experienced the pain of losing a son, he would not be able to think about it. At this time, the Ming army was pressing down on the border, and there must be no internal turmoil.

, giving the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Thinking of this, he decided to give the Yukargir tribe a sweet date to eat, and calmly asked Gulis and Abuzhida: "I heard that there was a dispute between the Urianhai tribe and the Yukagir tribe a few days ago.

The Urian Sea Tribe monopolizes all the fishing grounds in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk, and the Yukargir Tribe is not allowed to fish in that area. Is this a problem?"

"Warlord, the Urianhai tribe is bullying the weak, please make a clear decision."

"Warlord, the area near the Sea of ​​Okhotsk has always been the fishing ground of my Urian Sea tribe. It was the Nayukargir tribe who forcibly broke into the fishing ground left by my ancestors, and the dispute just broke out."

Upon hearing this, the two started arguing with each other again.

"Okay, okay, people in the Ming Dynasty often say that it is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies, and the world will be brighter if you take a step back," Franzbekov advised.

Then he looked at Gulisi and said, "Gulisi, your tribe is the largest and richest in the whole of Yakutsk, why do you care about the petty profits? Let's do this. The governor makes the decision. The fishing grounds in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk

You two and a half will fish and hunt together. There are plenty of fish in this thousands-mile ice field, so don’t hurt the harmony. How about that?"

Seeing the governor's words, Gulisi immediately agreed.

After receiving actual benefits, Abu Zhida stopped troubled Gulis for the time being, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Okay, let's stop this matter for now. We'll wait until the murderer is caught." Franzbekov dismissed everyone.

On the surface, he calmed down a big storm with his skill, but if it is such a big storm, can it be calmed down so easily?

Returning to the Urian Sea Tribe’s campsite, he asked Gulis: “Great Chief, do you really want to give up half of the fishing grounds in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk to the Yukargir Tribe?”

Gulisi said viciously: "No, two or three small fishing grounds are enough for the Yukargir people. Not one of those large fishing grounds is allowed to them."

In the camp of the Yukargir tribe, Old Abuzhida burst into tears and shouted to the sky: "Azima, my son! You gave the entire tribe half of the fishing grounds in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk with your own life."

But how can my father eat the fish he catches?"


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