"The master has received a letter, telling us to hold on for twenty days no matter what. The master is gathering troops and preparing food, grass and ammunition. We must maintain the foothold we have gained with great difficulty on the grassland."
An Sanxi said to Huang San while looking at the map.
At this time, the city, which had been named Duolun by the master, had begun to take shape.
This is the upper reaches of the Luan River. In addition to the imitation Bastille Castle on the east bank, dense residential areas have also been built next to the pier on the west bank, and earth walls have also been built outside the residential areas.
It's just that it's not covered with bricks. After all, it's difficult to bake bricks on the grassland. And the transportation capacity is limited, and the Bastille has been built with cement.
Because once a war breaks out, a strong fortress is necessary. So Duolun can only make do with rammed earth walls.
After all, there is a lack of trees on the grassland, so it is impossible to manufacture siege weapons on a large scale.
Several military camps are scattered around, including the cavalry regiment directly under An Sanxi and the Silver Cavalry Regiment formed after the merger of the Baiyin tribe.
There was also a regiment from the former direct guard of Prince Tumut. They brought their families, cattle and sheep to join Ansanxi. Ansanxi organized them into the Tumut Cavalry Regiment.
Huang San's infantry regiment was stationed at the docks and the Bastille as a garrison.
Each of the four regiments has a full strength of 3,600 men.
Yang Fan immigrated 6,000 households of farmers and a population of more than 30,000 refugees. They concentrated in Duolun and were responsible for reclaiming the surrounding land. The land here is fertile and it is close to the upper reaches of the Luan River. There are many small tributaries suitable for growing rice.
Millet, corn and potatoes can also be grown on dry land.
Although the frost-free period is short, there is still no problem in planting crops for one season. Yang Fan has seeds with a short maturity period.
This year the land has been divided, and the crops are almost ripe. Looking from the tower of the Bastille, everything is covered with green gauze tents.
An Sanxi could only pray that God would give him time to harvest crops before the war began, otherwise he would be reluctant to let so many crops be robbed by the Mongols.
Now there are nearly 50,000 soldiers and civilians in the Duolun stronghold. If I rely entirely on the master to transport food from Zunhua, it will be a huge sum of money, which will seriously affect Yang Fan's finances.
In order to redeem his brother Alabayan, Haraqintaiji finally exchanged 3,000 war horses for 5,000 strong oxen after repeated bargaining.
These cattle were transported back to Yang Fan's land and distributed to his tenant farmers as cattle.
Now, his brother has returned. Haraqintaiji immediately turned against him. He came forward to organize an alliance, summoned various forces in Duoyan, and linked up with the Tumut people west of Duolun in an attempt to attack from both sides.
The Tumut people are naturally willing to join the alliance, because they have all heard that Prince Zhebie has returned and threatened to deal with them. Calculate the general ledger for that year.
They knew very well what they had done during Lin Danhan's Western Expedition last year. Zhebie had been missing for ten years and reappeared out of nowhere.
Thinking of his reputation as a magical arrow on the grassland, everyone broke into a cold sweat.
Some people who do good deeds may be confused.
But everyone who does bad things is a sensible person. They are very clear about the nature of what they are doing and the extent of their own wickedness.
The bad guys are all sensible people, not a single fool.
The prince's family is in ruins, and Zhebie will not spare them.
The prince ran to Zhungeer tribe. It was too far away and he would not pay attention to it for a while.
But Narenbaat'er shot the tiger to death and saved the prince's life. He was left by the prince to command the guards. Based on his feelings for the prince, he would never spare them.
From the moment he reappeared on the grassland, the revenge came so violently, like a storm, it was simply outrageous.
With his army, he has conquered more than a dozen tribes, large and small, killed Taiji, the herdsman, and Nayan, and distributed the land, cattle and sheep to the slaves.
He also declared that in the future the grasslands would be shared by all and there would be no so-called nobility.
This is to dig their ancestral graves.
These nobles must be completely eliminated.
This is going to change the sky on the grassland.
He is crazy, he must be crazy.
His master is gone, and none of you can think of being his master.
Let everything return to zero.
The Taijis were all afraid.
How crazy does a person have to be to do such crazy things.
Narenbaat'er does not want revenge, he wants to destroy the grassland.
Tumut and Duoyan hit it off immediately. The reason why the war has not started yet is because the two sides are still arguing about the number of troops to send and the distribution of spoils.
However, it is only a matter of time before war begins.
I heard that the Qing Dynasty also planned to send a cavalry force of 3,000 people to participate in the war. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty also had a grudge against Nai Renbaat'er, but the details were not very clear.
This new city on the grassland blocked the trade channel between Shanxi merchants and the Qing Dynasty. The caravans coming out of Zhangjiakou would be robbed by An Sanxi's cavalry as soon as they came out of the Mote tribe's sphere of influence. The Qing Dynasty had already
Zhangjiakou's trade was interrupted for three months.
Originally, the Qing Dynasty was suffering from severe famine, with food, salt, iron, cloth, silk, porcelain, liquor, and farming tools all in short supply. Now, due to the new group of horse bandits that appeared on the grassland, the economy was about to collapse.
Huang Taiji couldn't bear it anymore.
Representatives of Shanxi merchants were originally invited to come to Shenyang, but an agreement had just been reached, but the road was cut off again. Everything was in vain.
The limited camel caravans that reached Shenyang took a long way from Khalkha, crossed the Greater Khingan Mountains and Nenjiang River from Chechen Khan, arrived at Nenhorqin, and then came to Shenyang from the north.
Fortunately, Horqin and the Manchus were related by marriage, so the only trade route was preserved.
In this way, we can't transport too much supplies because the journey is too far. Even if the items arrive, the price is scary enough.
"If it doesn't rain in the past two days, we will organize a rush to harvest. The crops are already ripe. The harvested crops, plus the livestock harvest, will be enough for us to eat for two years." Huang San continued.
An Sanxi nodded, this is the only priority at the moment.
There is a saying in the art of war that war should be started before the crops are harvested, so that the enemy's crops can be harvested.
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The next day, the sun was shining brightly.
After returning from the field inspection, An Sanxi and Huang San were very happy. It is likely to be sunny in the next period of time, so they can harvest and dry.
The crops are finally ready for harvest. All the sorghum outside the city is ripe. Others are also in the past two days.
In the city of Duolun, the sound of gongs clanged loudly early in the morning.
On a quiet morning, the sound travels far.
Every household hurriedly got up, which was a signal for the production team to gather in the morning.
They were all refugees from Hebei, and were sent here after being rescued by Yang Fan.
At first, they were terrified, fearing that the Mongols would attack and take them away as slaves.
However, they soon discovered that there were more than 3,000 cavalry and more than 3,000 infantry of the master here. There were also two Mongolian cavalry who were also their own.
The surrounding Mongolian tribes are extremely weak. If we don't fight them on our side, they will burn incense. They don't dare to harass them at all.
There are tens of thousands of Mongolian herdsmen here in the city. Some of them are people from the two tribes. There are also Mongolians who were captured by the surrounding Mongolian tribes that were attacked by Master An Sanxi some time ago.
Han Chinese and Mongolians lived together in the city of Duolun. Soon, everyone discovered that this kind of mixed living was actually beneficial to everyone.
Farmers among the Han people can farm, Mongolians herd horses and sheep, and Mongolians can exchange dairy products, furs and meat for food.
The Mongolians are very aware of the preciousness of food, and they can save a family's life just in time for a famine.
Food is so rare. In the past, we had to rob it or be exchanged for cattle and sheep at a high price by those evil Shanxi merchants. Now we live with farmers and can exchange it at any time.
Han women also weave cloth, so they can now wear cloth clothes in summer. It’s so cool, which I couldn’t even imagine before.
There are all kinds of craftsmen among the Han people. As long as they exchange, they don't have to risk their lives to attack the Great Wall.
The Han people are also very happy. The food, cloth, and handicrafts they produce can be sold, and their income is much higher than in the mainland.
Furs are what you need, and women and babies also have meat and dairy products to eat. This is something that mainlanders dare not even think about.
People from the two ethnic groups lived together in the same city. In order to trade, they began to learn each other's languages. As they gradually integrated, they even began to intermarry.
Hamule was a Mongolian, and his tribe was moved to Duolun City by Ansanxi.
He was just a herdsman at first. Unexpectedly, after being captured by the hero of the grassland, Jebel Narenbaatar of Tumote, he became a free man. He was also given a wife.
Because he is an expert at herding horses and raising horses well, he is now the captain of the animal husbandry team. His wife is a pretty little girl.
During the Jebe Annexation War, her father died in the battle, and she was captured and given to the Jebe soldiers.
She also accepted her fate. Isn't this how generations of women on the grassland lived.
Fortunately, although Hamule has changed from a herd slave to a horse herding captain, a person's concept is not easy to change. He loves his wife very much and still treats her as a young lady. He has never beaten or scolded her.
"Master, why are the agricultural production teams beating gongs so early? Everyone hasn't woken up yet. The genius has just dawned."
"Yesterday I heard from Rex Rabbit, who was driving a cart to transport water to the city, that the sorghum outside the city was ripe and the Han people were about to start harvesting it."
"Great, I heard that in addition to handing in the public grain, the production team will also leave a lot of rations. We can use the skins beaten last year to exchange for some. Keeping some grain at home will make you feel more secure. We have it at home.
We no longer have to worry about food being wasted."
Hamule laughed and said: "Only when you live in the city do you know what comfort is. The market in this city has everything. I heard that the briquette factory is about to open. From now on, coal will be used for cooking and heating in winter. Food.
You can buy this stuff at the grain store anytime in the future. Don’t worry.”
The neighbors around Hamule were all Han Chinese. They stood in line on the street in a noisy manner. The production captain yelled at their names and checked everyone to see if they had brought their tools. Then they drove out of the city one by one.
The sorghum field outside the city was a fiery red, blowing by the wind, like a red ocean with undulating waves.
"I heard that wheat, rice, potatoes, and corn are about to ripen. I don't know what kind of grains they are." Hamuler's wife murmured.
In the past, she was happy to get some miscellaneous grains, but now it seemed that she had all kinds of grains. This made her feel a little dazed and unreal.
"Yeah, the next ten days will be the days when the Han people rush to harvest. It's great. In the past, we always fought with the Han people, and so many people died. If I had known that we could live together, we would graze and hunt, and they would grow food.
And workmanship, how good it is, everything is available in the market, why bother, it was so stupid back then. Zhebie is right, Mongolians and Han people are brothers, there is no conflict in the first place, they are all princes, herders, Taiji
They instigated them for their own interests. Zhebie said they are all big mosquitoes on the grassland and want to eliminate them."
His wife continued: "I went out to the street yesterday and saw a huge new windmill built at the entrance of Dongda Street. It is said to use wind power to drive the millstone to grind flour. In the future, white flour will be sold in that mill. Master, you can let go from now on.
When you come back, I can make you some pancakes and some mutton soup noodles."
"Hahaha, you know what else sorghum can do besides making food, it can also make wine. Sorghum wine is sweet and very delicious. Hahaha"
And there are no Mongolian men who don’t drink.
Hamule likes the new life here, and he does not want to go back to the past. This is also the thought of all the Mongolians who voted for Ansanxi. They do not want to go to war with the Han people.
Thinking of the recent news that the gentlemen of Tumut and Duoyan were going to unite to eliminate the heretics on the grassland, Hamule spat on the ground, bah, these evil wolves thought they could fool us. Now the Mongolian herdsmen are awakened.
If they come, I will fight them. I would rather die than go back to the past and live the life of a slave.
