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"Your Excellency General, don't hesitate, it will be beneficial to you to give this order, first of all, it is the will of the imperial court, you must carry it out, and secondly, we have chosen an inaccessible road to travel, which will not cause any trouble to your people......"

"Our vanguard will go up to the Heilongjiang River, directly enter the frozen Songhua River, and go south along the Songhua River, at most we can enter the city of the three surnames, from where to go south along the dense forest will not disturb any people, and in another week we will be able to cut to the rear of that group of traitors......"

"Follow the Suifen River all the way downstream, and you will reach Vladivostok in two or three days...... General, 5,000 taels of gold are only exchanged for half a month for our army to cross the border, this deal is really a good deal!"

Tepuxin's hand was trembling slightly, his face was a little pale, the Russian envoy knew his inner entanglement, but Tepukhin didn't know that the Rakshasa ghost on the other side was actually more entangled than him, and he was anxious.

With another week to go forward, a burning tribe is in the midst of a desperate battle in the far northern Mongolian steppes, on the banks of the Shilka River east of Lake Baikal.

This is a small tribe of 3,000 people dependent on the rule of the Chechen Khan, who has lived under the rule of the Chechen Khan since ancient times, and the Chechen Khan has been subject to the Manchu Qing since the end of the Ming Dynasty and has been canonized by the central government as a Mongol prince.

For more than 200 years, the herdsmen who grew up here knew that their owners were Chechen Khan, who was the Qing emperor of the Qing Dynasty in the city of Beijing, and they paid taxes to the Han Dynasty, as well as to the city of Beijing as a tax on fur cattle and sheep.

In return for submission, the Chechen Khan was rewarded by the Manchu princes, while the common herdsmen were able to see caravans from the far south on a regular basis throughout the year.

There are no more embarrassing days in the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty's control over the grassland trade is too strict, and the herdsmen on the grassland cannot enjoy the ironware, salt, tea, and cloth in the Guannei at all...... The common people lived in great poverty, and the tribes on the banks of the Shilka River could not even buy an iron pot for three cows.

It was not until the Manchu Qing and Mongolia reached an alliance to form a common Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners system, and since then the life of the herdsmen on the steppe has gradually improved, and the Qing Dynasty did not restrict caravans from entering the steppe, which has made the conflict between the steppe and the Central Plains disappear without a trace for thousands of years.

Although some Mongol princes rebelled, each rebellion was not supported by the vast majority of the Mongols, and it was always a rebellion, and then the Qing emperor could entangle all the remaining Mongol tribes to fight together.

The land that was not conquered by military means was easily taken by economic means, and the salt, cloth, silk, ironware, and tea were transported to the Mongolian steppes every year...... and other products of the Central Plains, but easily captured the hearts of the Mongols.

The herdsmen are loyal to the Chechen Khan, and the Chechen Khan is loyal to the emperor, and once such a model runs for two hundred years, it will form a strong psychological inertia, so that the herdsmen have an extremely strong centripetal force towards the Beijing regime.

Until after the Sino-Russian Treaty of Beijing, after the Shilka River, a tributary of the Heilongjiang River, was ceded to Tsarist Russia, these herdsmen abandoned in the Northern Mongolian steppe still unswervingly paid tribute and taxes to the Chechen Khan, and still welcomed the Han caravans from afar every year.

Nine years have passed since the treaty was signed, but the tribal leaders and every child of the herdsmen's family firmly believe that they are Qing people, the people of Chechen Khan under Qing governance, and this will never change.

It was not until the spring of 1869 that the herdsmen tribes on both sides of the Shilka River were confronted by an incomparably powerful uninvited guest, and from the western horizon, a black line galloped towards them with a thunderous sound.

It had been a long, long time since there had been a war, and the young herdsmen were a little at a loss, and only the oldest herdsmen realized what they had done, and they rushed out of their tents and shouted, "Enemy! That's tens of thousands of cavalry charging! Get on your horse and get ready for battle......!"

All the chanting lamas worshiped by the tribe came out, sitting cross-legged on the snow and turning the prayer wheel to pray for the blessing of the tribe, hoping that the protection of the gods and Buddhas would allow the tribe to avoid this catastrophe.

The adults roared, the children cried, the women hid in their homes and shivered, and the tribe of three thousand people soon drew out a thousand young men and rode their horses to meet the cavalry tide in the distance, and their backs were extremely tragic at that moment.

"The Eagle Ministry on the banks of the Shilka River greets friends from afar...... Please slow down and get out of our tribal quarters, we have the best mare's milk to entertain you......"

"Oh, Buddha, it's not a Mongolian, it's a Rakshasa ghost! it's tens of thousands of Rakshasa ghosts......"

Bang Bang Bang ...... They were greeted by the sound of a volley of muskets firing, a round of muskets fired by a roaring cavalryman, followed by the sound of a saber being drawn.

"Cossacks! Assault! We need all the food supplies of this tribe! Leave not a single one alive...... Attack!" the vanguard cavalry force was 10,000 mentioned.

Three waves of attacks were formed on the four-kilometer-long charging section, and 10,000 sabers reflected the sunlight to seduce the soul!

The young herders are desperate, but they can't run away like cowards, and they have their parents, wives and children behind them to protect.

"Genghis Khan's sons and grandsons, don't disgrace your ancestors! Kill ......"

"Kill!" a thousand immature cavalrymen bravely slammed head-on, and with a bang, people's ears were filled with the crisp sound of broken bones and the neighing of war horses.

The 10,000 cavalry finally collided with the power of their horses, trampling the corpses with huge horse hooves, and the herdsmen were wiped out with just one charge.

The Eagle Ministries of the Shilka River finally knew that they had encountered the Killing God, a Killing God who had closed the door to negotiations, and the people fled from their tents with their children in their arms and ran wildly in all directions.

The savannah was full of scurrying horses, and women and children chose different directions to break through, and they only begged the Buddha to bless the rakshasa ghosts from chasing them.

This is the best way to survive, flee in different directions, the Rakshasa ghost can't chase in every direction, there will always be survivors who will survive and leave a little blood in the Eagle Division.

Women and children can escape, but the old people will not flee, the men in the prime of life are killed in battle and the old men, and the white-haired old men in ill-fitting leather armor once again stepped on their horses, pulled the bowstring and drew their scimitars.

It's a pity that the era is no longer the era of their dominance, the bow and arrow are not as sharp as the musket, and the so-called treasure knife in their hands is not the opponent of the hundred forging knives created by the Western industrialized punch press at all.

The sharp saber cut off the head of the tribal elder, and the head rolled down in front of the chanting lama, frightening the little lamas behind the old lama one by one to hide behind the master's back in panic.

Only the old lama, whose eyebrows were white, could still shake the scene, and he said in a not-so-fluent Russian: "Tsarist Cossacks, where did they come from? Tangnu Ulianghai, or Kobdo?"

The general who kicked people in the head did not expect that there was an old monk who was proficient in Russian and suddenly became interested: "You know Russian? Very good, we are from Central Asia, and my hometown is in the Caucasus, do you know?"

The old lama's eyes lit up at once: "Are you the Russian cavalry that supported the traitor Aguba? Are you going to the Far East?"