The vast grassland, the endless flocks of sheep are like white clouds in the sky, and the running sheepdogs jump from time to time, making the children scream.
The herdsmen rode horses and circled the entire flock.
The children walked together, some picked up cow dung together, and some rode sheep to play together.
As the sky faded, the children immediately dispersed with shouts and shouts, running home to eat.
Milk skin made from mare's milk and some dried rats are their staple food.
As for beef, mutton, those who died of illness or injuries, they have already been hung up to dry and turned into strips. This is an important reserve for winter.
The Mongolians devoured all the food, then eagerly left the yurt and came to Taiji's tent.
Here, a monk sat on the ground and told Buddhist scriptures. Each fable made the Mongolians marvel.
At this time, a team approached.
They were wearing leather armor, but it was indeed the Ming style. The long hair on their heads was not scattered, braided, or simply bald, but tied up directly.
Seeing these people, the herdsmen didn't take it seriously.
Only some children huddled in their mother's arms and asked secretly.
"Eji, who are they?"
"They are Ming people. They are here to help us fight the Jurchens who have occupied the ranch."
"oh!"
"They are the guardian arhats of the great lama, our master -"
"They are the envoys of the Ming Emperor, and they want us to have a peaceful life."
Among the team, a tall man with a long beard stood out.
He is the Minister in Mongolia, the Marquis of Dongchang of the Ming Dynasty, Zeng Ying.
At this time he had been in Khalkha Mongolia for three years.
The former handsome man still maintains his true colors.
The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the beard cannot be messed up.
"Master Hou, why should we go to see the great lama?"
The deputy general couldn't help but ask.
Zeng Ying was stroking his beard, and when he was satisfied, he couldn't help but say after hearing these words: "Why do you ask so many questions? Just follow."
Seeing this, some people behind him who were eager to try had their sore throats instantly blocked.
Watching the lamas giving lectures and the herdsmen sitting on the ground in the distance, Zeng Ying couldn't help but be filled with emotion.
He escorted Jebzundamba back to Kulun, including most of Tushetu Khan's tribe.
But when they returned to this once nomadic land, the former vassal herdsmen had long been raided, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled who had escaped.
At that time, Tuxie Tuhan's tribe had only 5,000 civilians and 7,000 cavalry, which was only a large part of the entire Mobei.
Thanks to the Ming army, who traveled thousands of miles to help, the enemy troops were repelled and they returned to Kulun.
At this time, the Great Khan Chahun Dorji seemed to be trying to burn bridges across the river, but his attitude was somewhat indifferent.
Seeing this, Zeng Ying fired adobe bricks a hundred miles away from Kulun and built a grassland city.
Although it is only surrounded by five miles and is not even comparable to the county towns in the interior, it is already a rare majestic city on the grassland.
Its name is Dragon City.
Its significance is self-evident.
At this time, the great lama Jebtsundamba also disliked his brothers' struggle for power, and his heart aspired to the Ming Dynasty, so he happily went to live there.
As a result, a large number of tribes gathered towards Dragon City, and in less than a year, there were nearly 3,000 tribes.
In the Mobei area at this time, the Checheng Khan tribe became a vassal of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the Tuxietu Khan tribe was frightened, and the Zhasak Khan tribe was neutral.
On this grassland that covers an area of thousands of miles, the Manchu Qing Dynasty naturally could not swallow it up. They could only start to enfeoff the nobles according to the established method. Thousands of herdsmen became the meals of the Eight Banners nobles.
At this time, the influence of the three Khan tribes had not completely faded away, and the majesty of the Manchu Qing Dynasty had not been widely spread and had a firm foundation on the grassland.
Seeing this, Zeng Ying naturally took the initiative to attack and continuously conquered the entire Mobei, including the vast areas of influence of the Tushetu Khan Tribe and the Chechen Khan Tribe.
In the territory of the Chechen Khan tribe, Zeng Ying claimed that the Chechen Khan was captured and that he was trying to rescue him; in the territory of the Tushetu Khan tribe, he claimed that he was following the decree of Jebzundamba.
As a result, in just three years, Dragon City's affiliated tribes expanded to ten thousand tents.
The number of soldiers and horses, including Han cavalry, exceeded 15,000. If extensive recruitment was carried out, it could even directly exceed 30,000.
Zeng Ying was riding on his horse, thinking about the thoughts of Tuxie Tuhan Chahu Dorji.
There is no doubt that this time there will be no good feast.
In the past three years of living as neighbors, Dragon City has gained momentum, but Cullen can't catch up even if he rushes slowly, so he can only lag behind.
At present, even if the old troops are gathered together, they are still strong enough.
Where does it have the momentum of the three great Khan tribes in the past?
"However, although Jebtsundamba and his brother are not in contact with each other on the surface, they have broken bones and connected tendons. After all, they are brothers, so we have to guard against them-"
"If it really is a Hongmen Banquet, I'm really not afraid."
Zeng Ying thought to himself, a cold look flashed deep in his eyes.
If when he first came here, he still had to rely on the Tushetu Khan tribe and Jebu Zundamba, then three years later, his wings have become stiff enough to overthrow.
Changing Tuxie Tuhan, or letting Jebtsundamba reincarnate in advance, although it is not beautiful, it can be done.
Soon, the cavalry of about 300 people came to a large temple.
It is a pure Han temple, but the decoration inside incorporates many Mongolian colors, which can be regarded as a combination of Han and Mongolia.
The entire temple covers an area of nearly one hundred acres. Except for the initial help from the Ming army, the rest was donated by herdsmen and nobles.
Although it can't be said to be magnificent, it is still pavilions and pavilions, solemn and solemn.
In particular, the statue of Sakyamuni, which is about two feet tall, is covered with gold clothing and looks particularly glittering.
Of course, the image of Manjushri Bodhisattva, which symbolizes the Ming Dynasty Emperor, is equally majestic and tall.
"Stop it!"
As he approached the temple, he saw monk soldiers in the distance. Zeng Ying dismounted and prepared to walk there to show respect for the Buddha.
At this time, a horse suddenly arrived and whispered in Shi's ear: "Suddenly there were many strange monks and soldiers in the temple."
"Huh?" Zeng Ying's expression remained unchanged.
As a sign of good faith in cooperating with Jebtsundamba, the temple was allowed to have monk soldiers.
However, the limit is within two hundred.
Nowadays, the number of monk soldiers has not decreased, but most of them have changed their appearance. They must have been arranged by others.
"How about the great lama?"
Zeng Ying slowed down a little, stopped, turned around, took the wine bag from the horse, and drank slowly.
"The Great Lama has not left or stepped out of the gate these days. The Dharma services of the past few days have been as usual. However, after sending you a letter yesterday, Chahun Dorji talked with him all night. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
Show up.”
"How many people did he bring here?"
"There are about a hundred people, but there are thousands of people stationed thirty miles away."
Hearing this, Zeng Ying sneered.
At this time, he still doesn't understand the reason, so he really must be a fool.
"Let the brothers call over."
Zeng Ying waved his hand.
Soon, a firework rose into the sky, blooming with less obvious colors, but the sound resounded nearby.
After a while, the ground began to tremble, and a huge cavalry appeared from the horizon.
"Surround the temple."
Zeng Ying was not ambiguous and gave direct instructions.
As a result, this large army surrounded the entire temple, causing the loudspeakers to burst into an uproar.
Zeng Ying broke in directly and said sternly: "Manchu spies have sneaked into the temple and have trapped the great lama. After I get the confidence, I will come here specially to rescue you. Open the door quickly."
Inside the door, seeing something was wrong, Chahu Dorji walked out and said angrily: "That's nonsense. I'm the only one in the whole temple. Where did the spy come from?"
"I think you have evil intentions and want to kidnap the great lama."
"Lamas, please don't believe him."
"I have always been friendly with the great lama, so how could I hold him hostage?" Zeng Ying sneered, "I think you are a thief, so you should catch the thief."
"Nonsense, I am his biological brother from the same mother, how could I harm him?"
Chahun Dorji raised his fingers and jumped to his feet.
"Then let the great lama come out." Zeng Ying said firmly: "As long as you let the great lama come out, everything will come to light naturally."
"The grievances against me will definitely be proven and cleared."
At this time, all the bald heads and pairs of bright eyes looked at Chahun Dorji.
Chahun Dorji looked around and felt that it was difficult to get off the tiger.
At this time, a rich lama came out and
Chiba, the abbot of Chinese Buddhism, is responsible for the daily work of the temple.
"The great lama just went to bed late last night and caught the cold. He is already resting. It is not convenient to show up at this time."
"After all, if the wind blows, who can afford it?"
Hearing these words, Zeng Ying said directly: "The big trumpet has always been blessed to the sky. It must be protected by the Buddha, and it will always be in good health."
"Don't try to deceive me. If you don't let the great lama come out, I will send troops to attack the temple and rescue him."
Hearing this, Chahun Dorji shivered with anger and looked at Chiba, who had an embarrassed expression.
The two of them discussed in whispers.
At this time, Zeng Ying didn't bother to pay attention, and directly let the soldiers open the door and broke into the temple.
This time, it was like adding cold water to the oil pan and it exploded instantly.
A large number of lamas were trembling with fear and fear.
Chahun Dorji, on the other hand, was escorted by a group of monk soldiers and fled in a hurry.
"Escape? Can you escape?"
Zeng Ying said disdainfully.
Otherwise, it can be said that the Mongolians are not very insightful. Even the nobles are not as good as the Han people.
How could he not pay attention to such an important place like a temple, especially one with such armed forces as monk soldiers?
The inside and outside of the temple have long been covered with eyeliners.
How long can a mere Li Daitao be fooled?
Soon, under the search of the army, the trapped Jebzundamba was quickly rescued, and Chahun Dorji was also caught trying to escape.
At this time, his act of holding the great lama hostage was immediately revealed throughout the temple.
However, Jebtsundamba was so angry that Zeng Ying took charge of everything he said.
Although she immediately felt regretful after saying the words, Zeng Ying felt like she had found a treasure.
He immediately announced Chahu Dorji's evil deeds on the spot, deposed him as Khan, and replaced his younger brother Danzhuer, who was only ten years old, as Tushetu Khan.
Good guy, hereditary has been changed directly.
Knowing that he wanted to control the Tushetu Khan tribe, Jebzundamba could only bite the bullet and agree.
In exchange, Chahun Dorji was exiled to Beijing, and he may never be able to return to the grassland in his lifetime.
Finally, Jebtsundamba put forward a condition: "The Great Khan is young and ignorant. In order to prevent him from going back to the old world, how about practicing in the temple until he reaches adulthood?"
"The Great Lama's Dharma is profound and profound, and there is nothing he cannot do without it."
After getting the benefit, Zeng Ying naturally would not be a good boy and agreed in one breath. She even decided to buy one and get one free:
"Just become a monk directly and wait until you reach adulthood before returning to secular life!"
"It would be better to form a formal rule. In the future, every great Khan will have to study in a temple for several years."
Jebtsundamba was speechless, and then he had to admit that this was indeed a good method.
This will not only deepen the spread of Buddhism on the grasslands, but also help shape the authority of the great lama.
As for the thousands of nomadic soldiers and horses of Tushetu Khan's tribe, the great lama wanted to preach that they should be defeated without fighting.
But Zeng Ying refused.
With the same ferocity as before, he directly surrounded the cavalry who were wandering nearby.
Fast and furious, and extremely fast at the same time.
The Mongolian cavalry was no match for the Ming army. They were defeated in a short time and had to surrender.
This vigorous war saved Zeng Ying a lot of time when he took over Tuxie Tuhan's tribe.
Only fists and knives are the most reasonable.
After entering Kulun, Zeng Ying took complete control of the Tuxie Tuhan tribe.
As a result, it directly controlled more than 20,000 herdsmen, plus some scattered vassal tribes, and its power was no less than that of the Tuxie Tuhan tribe back then.
Only then did he look like a real minister in Mongolia.
When Manqing heard this movement, he immediately became furious.
But who would have expected, there was heavy thunder and light rain, but there was no movement.
In Fengjing City, Shunzhi looked up at the sky with anger in his eyes: "What a bold and reckless act."
On the side, accompanying him was Tang Ruowang.
As a Westerner who was deeply embedded in the power center of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and controlled the astronomical calendar, Tang Ruowang was extraordinary in Shunzhi's heart.
"Your Majesty, this was already decided when the Eight Banners were entrusted."
Tang Ruowang lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
After swallowing up the Chechen Khan tribe and defeating the coalition forces of the two Khans, the Manchu and Qing dynasties were unable to establish counties and counties to govern the vast Mobei region.
In this case, recognizing the original tribes would be equivalent to fighting in vain, so we could only allow the Eight Banners to disperse in the grasslands.
Of course, the core Shangsan Banners and Hanba Banners have been staying in Fengjing.
Today, the rule is stable, but the consequences are beginning to show.
Faced with the imperial court's request to send troops, the nobles pushed and pushed one by one, and 60 to 70 percent of them wanted to postpone it.
Without it, Mobei is too big. Even though it once swallowed up a large number of tribes, the core interests of the Eight Banners nobles have still not been violated.
In this case, living in harmony becomes the mainstream.
No matter how bad it is, it can be delayed for a little while.
Some people even said that Mobei was too big, and even if they couldn't be defeated, they could still escape with their tribesmen and just go nomadic in another place.
Shunzhi had no choice but to obey.
If it is driven forcefully, the day when the Eight Banners will be separated from the heart is not far away.
"Under such circumstances, when can we return to the Central Plains?"
Shunzhi murmured.
Knowing that this was a dream, I thought the distance was getting closer, but now it felt farther and farther away.