Outside the city of Kulun, there was a dark crowd everywhere. After tens of thousands of herdsmen heard about the tragic death of a group of great lamas, they all gathered together and demanded revenge for these people. In just a few days, more than 30,000 people gathered
In order to cope with the crowds, Fengjun had to personally designate a special camp for the use of these devout believers.
"The fire penetrates the waves regardless of spring, and its roots are like the head and the face are as dry as the body. If you are inscribed as a wood layman, there will be endless people seeking blessings." Yang Yuting looked at the endless crowd outside the city and couldn't help but sigh: "The Han people have always been obsessed with gods and ghosts.
We all keep them at a respectful distance, but these Mongolians in front of us are very devout believers in Lamaism. If we don’t handle them well, they will really be a big trouble!"
Zhang Tinglan also nodded: "Yes, the so-called religious beliefs are inherently false. From the Spring and Autumn Period or even earlier, the Chinese people abandoned their belief in gods and turned to belief in morality. It is this change that
It determines that there has never been a religious war in Chinese history, and it also determines that the Chinese nation can maintain prosperity for a long time. In the future, when governing Mongolia, we must also downplay religion and develop culture and education, so that Mongolia can truly integrate with the Central Plains region."
"I'd like to say that although we say we need to downplay it, we have to summon the souls of these great lamas now, otherwise we won't be able to control the hearts of such herdsmen!"
Zhang Tinglan also laughed and said: "It's just a temporary measure, I have to use some villainous tricks."
While talking, 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, go and make preparations now. Take all the 4,700 captured prisoners to an open space outside the city, and shoot them all in front of the herdsmen."
"Yes. I will make arrangements now." Yang Yuting turned and left.
Zhang Tinglan looked at Saihan and said with a smile: "Mr. Speaker, I want to hear the next step, your views on how to govern Mongolia. Do you have any clever ideas?"
"Lan Shuai, the Lama group is greedy and deceptive. What they want to do is to establish a country that unites politics and religion. Now almost all the leaders are dead, but they still have the theory of reincarnation. According to regulations, they still need to find a soul boy.
, I’m worried that they still have a chance to make a comeback.”
"You're right, but if you want to make a comeback, it will take at least twenty or thirty years. You can't just mess up the world with a bunch of baby dolls! During this period, the government must carry out thorough reforms.
.Create a brand new Mongolia. I wonder if the Speaker is willing to support it?"
When Saihan heard this, he fell to his knees on the ground and kowtowed to Zhang Tinglan repeatedly. There were blood marks on his forehead.
"Commander, I have long accepted my humble position to follow Feng Jun. Whatever assignment you have, I will absolutely obey you without saying a word!"
"Very good!" Zhang Tinglan said with a smile: "Speaker, I am planning to establish an Outer Mongolia Development Corporation, mainly to develop various mining resources in Outer Mongolia. According to estimates, the income will be at least tens of millions a year.
Thirty percent of it will be reserved for the princes and nobles of Outer Mongolia. This distribution power will be left to you. It must be fair and reasonable. Only princes who are truly loyal to the government can get it. Do you understand?"
When Saihan heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. If the annual income was tens of millions, 30% would be almost ten million. This was an out-and-out huge sum of money. Even during the pre-Qing Dynasty, the Manchu Qing Dynasty gave Mongolia
The reward from the princes is only one million per year when it is large, and it is only hundreds of thousands when it is small, and they still have to pay tribute.
Now 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 worthy leader of all princes. Money and power are the threshold for almost everyone to step forward.
The same is true for Han.
"Commander, from now on I have humbled myself in my position, and will never give up even if I go up to the mountain of swords or to the sea of fire!"
"It doesn't have to be like this. Please listen to what I have to say first." Zhang Tinglan said: "Benefits always need to be exchanged. I hope that from now on, you can give up all pastures, give up control of herdsmen, and let them become free laborers.
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"This..." After hearing Zhang Tinglan's words, Saihan couldn't help but shed a layer of sweat on his forehead. Pies are never delicious. All the pastures have to be handed over, and the control over the tribe has also disappeared. This is tantamount to destruction.
formed the basis for their control over Mongolia.
Attracting huge benefits on one side, and traditional privileges on the other, this was the most difficult choice. Saihan's mind was spinning rapidly and he was constantly weighing the balance. Just when he couldn't figure out the reason, he suddenly saw a faint smile on Zhang Tinglan's face.
With a smile, his mind suddenly came to his senses.
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, otherwise he may follow the footsteps of those lamas, Gongsang and others. He must never forget that this guy
But there is a demon king who kills without blinking an eye. If you go against him, there will definitely be no good end!
"Everything will be done according to what the commander-in-chief said. I don't dare to have any opinions in my humble position."
"Hahaha, it's easy to talk to smart people. Developing the resources of Outer Mongolia will definitely bring huge benefits. You can also set up an investment company. I can provide convenience in Outer Mongolia and even the Northeast. I can also send a professional team to assist.
Just enjoy the profits and your life will definitely be a hundred times more comfortable than it is now."
"Thank you, Marshal. I will do my best and be loyal to the Marshal. But I still have a question. The biggest landowners in Outer Mongolia are not us, but the monasteries and lamas. What should I do with their pastures?"
"Of course it's all taken back. As a monk, the six roots are pure and the four elements are empty. Why do you need money!" Zhang Tinglan said coldly: "There are too many people in this world who point the Buddha to dress and rely on the Buddha to eat. If the Buddha knew about it, he would be furious.
The government was taken back from the ranches and reassigned to the herdsmen to eliminate their sins.”
When Saihan heard this, he also understood Zhang Tinglan's plan, which was to completely overturn the many years of tradition in Outer Mongolia and conduct a complete reshuffle!
Although the great lamas who were the biggest resistance were almost dead, the resistance was still astonishing. If it were to be carried out, I don’t know how many people would lose their heads! But Saihan changed his mind and realized that it had nothing to do with him anyway.
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, he came to the outside of the city. At this time, preparations were made for a massacre outside the city. More than 4,000 Russian prisoners of war were
They were all escorted out and lined up in a dense queue, surrounded by soldiers with guns and ammunition, ready to fight.
When the herdsmen saw these Russians, they shouted wildly. Some of them jumped on them in excitement, fought and bit them, and smeared them with cow dung and horse dung. Some even took out their daggers and wanted to stab them to death.
Seeing these crazy herdsmen, Zhang Tinglan felt a chill in his heart. Although he said that religious beliefs are false, human beings are not always rational. Fortunately, the crime of killing the great lama was put on the Russians.
Otherwise, once we find out what Feng Jun is doing, Outer Mongolia will be completely in chaos.
Of course, the Feng army has sophisticated equipment and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, so they will not be afraid of these herdsmen causing trouble. However, it is inevitable to start a killing spree and a river of blood will flow, which will cause permanent scars that cannot even be healed.
Some people may think that they can kill them all so that there will be no trouble, just like Americans treat the Indians, but this is just wishful thinking. If you kill all the ethnic groups, there will be other ethnic groups. You can't kill everyone.
There is always a limit to killing. Once a country's strength declines and it cannot maintain its strength, the cumulative consequences will explode. Many empires have collapsed like this in history.
Among all the ancient countries, only China has survived, and it is inseparable from the Chinese strategy of governing the country. The Celestial Kingdom has never done such shameless things as the Huru. If you want to have equal borders, the key is to control people's hearts and achieve mutual benefit.
While Zhang Tinglan was looking at these herdsmen, he was constantly sketching out strategies for governing Outer Mongolia. He rode his horse to the center of the crowd, and the sounds on the field gradually subsided.
"My fellow herdsmen from Outer Mongolia, when you come here, you must have resentments in your heart, and I am the same as you. The Russians have invaded Chinese soil. They are enemies of life and death. Execute these Russian soldiers to avenge the dead.
Xiao Xiao, who has shocked all parties, whoever wants to invade the land of China will have to spare his life!"
After Zhang Tinglan finished speaking, the Fengjun soldiers escorted out the Russians in rows and rows. Each row of a hundred people stood in the open space. The Fengjun soldiers behind them opened fire calmly.
The wall fell down in an instant, and then it was replaced by the second row.
Every time a shot was fired, the herdsmen present were so excited that they couldn't help but burst into cheers. Some even fell to their knees on the ground, praying and reciting scriptures.
The entire execution lasted for more than an hour. Russian corpses piled up in mountains, and the smell of blood shrouded the outside of Cullen City. It lingered for a long time and stimulated people's nerves. These herdsmen shouted hoarse and their hands were swollen.
They were extremely excited. Obviously at this moment, the barrier between them and the Han army had disappeared a lot. They could avenge themselves. They were not enemies. The real enemies were these hateful Russians. This thought had quietly entered everyone's mind.
In the hearts of herdsmen.
"My fellow herdsmen, revenge has been avenged, but life has to go on. The weather is getting colder and colder, and heavy snow will fall soon. I would like to ask everyone, do you have clothes to keep out the cold 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 just touched the minds of all the herdsmen. They lowered their heads unconsciously. Every winter is a challenge. Death from starvation and freezing is common. Everyone really doesn't know what to do!
"The government has also considered everyone's difficulties and is preparing to launch a new policy so that everyone can have their own pasture, have sufficient supplies, have enough food and clothing, and have books to read and go to school!" (To be continued...)