Colonel Dzerzhinsky, who was still proud yesterday, became a prisoner today. Although he rejected Dzerzhinsky's request for redemption, Mangui did not mistreat him. He just separated him from Dzhugashvili.

He was imprisoned in two wooden cages and allowed to be visited like a monkey for half a day. After that, he was loaded into a carriage pulling cannonballs.

The prisoners of the Rakshasa people were not punished in any way. Mangui just had them tied up, and then followed the large group of people back to the mainland on foot.

Geritu rode with Mangui on the horse, looking a little lonely. Mangui made fun of him several times, but Geritu didn't say anything.

Dozens of huge wooden rafts floated on the wide Heilongjiang River. They carried war horses, weapons, soldiers, prisoners and captured goods.

Mangui held the beef jerky in one hand and the wine gourd in the other. He took a bite of the beef jerky and drank a sip of the wine in the gourd.

"What's wrong? If you don't drink it, I'll drink it all." Man Gui waved the wine gourd in his hand and said, "The special supply of Wuliangye is about 100 kilograms a year. Lao Ao and I each sent one at the door of the warehouse.

The soldiers watched, and if anyone wanted to take it, they would break their legs. You can't even buy it with gold!"

Geritu still didn't respond, looking at the surging water of Heilongjiang with his eyes straight.

"What happened?" Man Gui put down the wine gourd and looked at Geritu curiously. It was a new thing to make Geritu, who was addicted to alcohol, sweat profusely without drinking.

"Tell me, have the glory of us Mongolians passed?" Geritu suddenly said this, and Mangui stared and did not answer.

"I have known since I was a child that I have the blood of the Golden Family in my veins. The Erzhijin Golden Family, what a noble surname. Direct descendants of Genghis Khan, conquering the world is our innate belief.

To be honest with you, I still thought so after meeting Li Xiao. But at that time, I wanted to defeat Nurhachi first, and then annex Nurhaci’s power and then plan for the Ming Dynasty. I have always thought so about conquering the world in my lifetime.

." Geritu's words were desolate and distant. Mangui felt that he seemed to be talking to herself, but Geritu's eyes were fixed on the river.

Mangui didn't speak because he didn't know how to answer. To the Mongolians, Genghis Khan was a god. The race born of the wolf and the white deer was famous all over the world because of this man. The descendants of gods are naturally gods. Mongolians

That’s what I think!

"When Li Xiao first rose up in Liaodong, I just watched with cold eyes. At that time, I still thought that this boy might be defeated or killed by Nurhaci. At that time, no one thought that a young man could actually defeat the Houjin Eight Banners.

However, Li Xiao really did it. He led you people all the way from Pi Island to Liaodong, and now even occupies the entire Ming Dynasty. This has only taken ten years.

In the past ten years, I have gained nothing but white hair on my head and fat on my belly. Mongolians still live and wander on the grasslands chasing water and grass, and cattle and sheep are still the standard for measuring the wealth of a family. Winter

When the white-haired wind comes, we can only curl up on the ground and beg the immortal god for a way out.

Why? Why are we Mongolians brave and good at fighting, but we can't have enough food? Why are we Mongolians divided and unable to unite like the Han people." Mangui put down the wine gourd, looking a little depressed.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. Until yesterday, I still felt that sooner or later, we Mongolians would rule the world again and become the most awe-inspiring masters under the sky.

But in today's battle, I was completely conquered. Sabers and bows and arrows are no longer the sharpest weapons on the battlefield. The weapons in your hands have caused the cavalry to forever lose the opportunity to gallop on the battlefield.

The Mongols are a people on horseback. Without cavalry, sabers and bows and arrows become useless, and we Mongolians can only watch helplessly wither and perish. No matter we or the Zhungeer people, there will be the same end.

"Geritu blinked his eyes, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"The Mongols will not die, nor will they sink. This is a weird idea that only you noble men have! Do you know what we poor herdsmen think?

There are steamed buns to eat every day, there is mutton in the pot, and the buns are warm. The children look like calves, and the old people live long enough to see their grandchildren. This is the happiness of us ordinary herdsmen!

You bosses are fighting here and there because of your ambitions. I am fighting in Mangui not because of my ambitions, but because I like the Ming Dynasty."

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"Yes, I admit that many people in the Ming Dynasty are prejudiced against the Mongols. But we are also prejudiced against the Han people. This does not prevent us from living under the same sky. Now all our tribes have moved to Liaodong, and everyone has food in their bowls.

Eat meat.

The streets are full of young men, all of them as strong as calves. I see them carrying schoolbags to school every day, and lying on the table doing homework after school. What else can we herdsmen think? We really have nothing more.

desire!

When I was very young, an old man died in the village. The old man was just fifty years old. Before his death, he was so sick that he could not even walk. When I was pulling the old man on the grassland in a cart, I still remember the vultures were there.

The sky hovers.

Fifty years old! I have several old soldiers under me who are also fifty years old this year. They are still strong and can ride a horse more steadily than me. Under the rule of noble lords like you, how many herdsmen will not even live to be forty years old. They

They are hard-working, brave, and dare to fight against the most ferocious enemies. But most of them do not live to be fifty years old.

We live as prosperous as the Han people. You give me a chicken, and I give you a leg of lamb. You treat me to a drink, and I treat you to a whole sheep. The relationship between Han and Mongolians is not that of wolves and sheep. We

We can live in harmony and become brothers.

Look at those soldiers, can you tell which ones are Mongolians and which ones are Han?" Mangui pointed to the soldiers in the distance.

Short hair is popular among Liao soldiers. No one has a Mongolian-style hairdo anymore, and no one has their hair braided into small braids. In addition, everyone is wearing a military hat. Looking at them from a distance, you really can’t tell them apart.

Who are Mongolians and who are Han Chinese?

"The glory of the Mongols does not lie in whether they can conquer the world, but in surviving happily. From generation to generation, there are songs coming from every yurt and every yurt." Man Gui took a big sip of wine.
Chapter completed!