The Khalkha nobility had never seen such magnificent fireworks.

It seemed that the earth trembled, and the Rakshasa castle in the distance jumped violently upwards like a fish in a dry sea, and then never moved again.

It was the earth dragon turning over, there was no prosperity of fireworks, just the splendor of death embellished with flying dust.

In the dust, shouts of killing came from afar.

A few young Taiji, who had never seen the world, sat on the ground in fright, thinking that there was an earthquake.

Those who had seen the big scene were also earthy, and their legs trembled slightly.

The wine glasses on the table were spilled a little, ticking.

The Emperor was as calm as before, looking into the distance.

The musketeers deployed in the trench took advantage of the situation to line up, and when the Rakshasas were all stunned, they lined up only fifty paces away from the Rakshasa Castle, accompanied by a volley of orders, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air.

On the big slope that was blown out by gunpowder, Jiao Lao Butu held high the handsome flag of "Generalissimo Fengtian Zhengyi", shaking in the wind. But he is like an old oak tree rooted in the soil, motionless.

"Who is this? It is quite strong in the army of Nan Anbo Taizu in those years. ”

"Back to Your Majesty. This is the head of the children's army, the captain of the light car, with the guard Liu Yutuo Yongning Temple Monument, Fumu Luhan Mountain Guard, and Shutu of Huli Pingzhai. ”

"Be rewarded."

Later, I saw several riders running wildly in front of the battle, jumping directly over the dug trench, rushing from the slope that had been blown up to the outer wall of the fortress, picking up a Rakshasa soldier who had been knocked unconscious and dead, sandwiching it under his armpit, galloping back and forth, showing off his might.

According to Liu Yu's hint of "show up when it is time to behave", Du Feng was not afraid that he would be punished for doing so, but he took out the strength to eat, risking the risk of being hit by the lead bullet at the head of the city, dragging the Cossack who was blown up back and forth in front of the formation several times, ushering in bursts of applause.

Mantou didn't have such good riding skills, but he also rode forward and struggled to climb the city.

In the limelight under the emperor's nose, it depends on the situation, at this time, the more cheerful he is, the happier the emperor will be.

The battle is not over at this time, but it is almost over, all that remains is the finishing work in the city, and the Rakshasas should soon raise their banners and surrender.

Li Gan watched the big flag stand in the wind for a full quarter of an hour, and he understood that the counterattack of the Rakshasa people had failed.

The failure of the counter-shock means that the battle is over.

Turning around, he indifferently said to the Mongolian nobles: "The soldiers have broken the enemy." ”

The Mongol nobles were stunned.

And that's the end of it?

They did not attack the castle of the Rakshasas themselves, but they had heard from the Buryats how terrible the castles of the Rakshasas were.

They themselves knew that such a castle was a normal city, not to mention that it could not be captured by the Mongol tribes, who had degenerated back to a tribal state and lost all their agricultural land and handicraft base.

The Dzungars are so terrible, aren't they still losing in front of the Rakshasas?

20,000 people besieged the castle of the Rakshasa for a whole year before besieging it, and the main general still made these Khalkha people frightened and could stop children from crying at night!

But the Rakshasa Castle, which made the Dzungars helpless and made them dare not think about it, was captured like this?

Incredibly, a rider galloped back from the front, holding a blue flag, and deliberately shouted out in Mongolian.

"Report! Rakshasa Castle has been captured! Nineteen of our troops were killed and thirty-seven wounded. Of the six hundred and nine Rakshasa defenders, all but three hundred and twenty surrendered, and all the rest were killed! ”

The sound of the victory fell, and a group of soldiers covered in blood, carrying a large number of heads, rumbled to the front of the high platform.

"Behead the enemy and repay the king's kindness! Those who do not accept the power of heaven are the same! ”

The sound of people hitting the ground sounded, and more and more heads piled up in front of the high platform, slowly changing from a knock sound to a pop sound, more than 200 heads were piled up into the shape of a small pyramid, and the strong smell of blood was in the nose.

This is the taste of grassland conquest, savage and natural. Just as these heads will sooner or later turn into mud and rot into bones, nourish the pasture, and fatten the cattle and sheep.

The Khalkha Mongols had forgotten about this natural and wild taste, and at this time they had once again awakened their dusty memories.

Surrender or conquer, this is the law of the steppe, as striking as the heads piled up into a knoll.

The smell of blood on the human head had not yet dissipated, and the Khalkha nobles had not yet recovered from their shock, and another rider came galloping from a distance, again in Mongolian.

"Report! Our army broke the second fort of Rakshasa in Heilongjiang, captured more than 400 Rakshasa people, and beheaded 400! ”

"Report! Our army captured the righteous son of the Rakshasa king, Petrovich Hannibal! ”

"Report! Our Eastern Front Naval Division marched along the river and besieged the old capital of the late Sauron Khanate. ”

These riders were like parts of a gear, and each victory was only a few minutes apart, leaving the Mongol nobles in a state of disbelief.

A whining horn sounded, and a pile of black captives marched in the distance.

At the head, a black, charcoal-like man, dressed in a magnificent Russian military uniform, walked to the vicinity of the high platform and presented his saber.

More Cossack prisoners returned to their original uniforms and descended to the high platform under the watchful eye of the guards.

Some Cossacks who had received the money, or who had been forced by death, fell on their knees in front of the high platform, reciting in their non-fluent Chinese as if they were memorizing texts, and reciting what they had paid to memorize.

Some soldiers threw all the captured Cossack sabers, muskets, etc., into the audience, and two Cossack flags were also thrown down.

I don't know who took the lead, or maybe it was Li Gan's arrangement in advance.

Kneeling on the ground, he shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty is full of martial virtue and strategizing, and it is rare in the world to break through the city of six hundred people with less than twenty deaths!" Long live our emperor and the country will be forever! ”

There was a shout from the leader, and almost all the guards, nobles, and generals in the vicinity knelt down and shouted in unison.

The voice shook the sky, and before the Mongolian nobles could relax their senses, Li Gan turned back suddenly.

Look directly at the Mongol nobles who were either sitting or standing because they were stunned.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The artillery in the distance, which had already stopped, also roared at this time.

The slight vibration caused the unstable human head tower to suddenly collapse, making a popping sound, and the pungent smell of blood permeated again.

The Khalkha nobles who were looked directly at by Li Gan finally reacted and knelt down in unison.

"Long live my emperor, the country will be forever!"

Li Gan motioned for everyone to get up, but after the Mongolian nobles got up, there was no prelude, and directly asked the ceremonial officials to recite the words of worship in accordance with the standard etiquette of "five bows and three prostrations".

The ceremonial officer sang as a matter of course, and there was no difference from usual, just like a numb and daily work.

Li Gan stood there waiting to bow and wait, as a matter of course, there was no difference from usual, it was like a numb and daily work.

The Khalkha nobles who had already gotten up did not feel any accident or discomfort, and almost subconsciously obeyed the shouts of the ceremonial officials on the steppe where the sound of cannons was music and the heads were pillars, and knelt down again.

The same natural as a matter of course.

Five prostrations and three prostrations.

There was a burst of artillery in the distance, the castle fell, and they understood that from this moment on, the fate of the steppe, the descendants of Genghis Khan, could no longer dominate.

I knew the Emperor of the Central Plains' five bows and three kowtows, but only this time did he really bow down obediently.

In the distance, four elephants and lions that had been transported from the capital at a high cost let out bursts of roars.

These Khalkha nobles, who have read the Yellow Sect Buddhist scriptures all the year round but have never really seen elephants and lions, looked at the elephants in the royal garden in the distance, looked at the hot air balloons that have been familiar but are still sacred in the past few days, and once again crawled around, chanting the names of various bodhisattvas and Dharma kings.

The musicians whined and sounded the sound of the battle array, relying on the power of breaking the city and offering prisoners, some issues that were originally difficult to talk about are now finally easy to discuss.

For this day, the Dashun Imperial Court has been preparing for five years, and the money and grain consumed for this time are at least two or three million taels.

But if it's negotiated, even if it's ten times more, it's worth it.

Liu Yu is not qualified to participate in this kind of scene, so he can only watch it from afar.

On the platform, the emperor sat and the Khalkha nobles knelt, not knowing what they were saying.

About an hour later, the drums sounded again, and some of the accompanying eunuchs and palace maids came forward to clean up the table that had just been touched, and all kinds of dishes began to be sent up in a steady stream.

The kneeling Khalkha nobles all sat down, and the pile of human heads that smelled and couldn't eat at all was cleaned up.

Laughter began again.

Liu Yu understands that this should be negotiated. He is not qualified to know what was specifically discussed.

But the Khalkha Ministry will certainly make the maximum concessions. Because they have completely no room to bargain with Dashun.

Originally, there was an option to vote for Russia, but now this option has been erased by the gorgeous fireworks made by the 4,000 catties of gunpowder just now.

As the Son of Heaven, he will not make up a Rakshasa King's righteous son for the sake of boasting. Even the righteous son of the Rakshasa King was captured, and the impregnable Rakshasa Castle, which was impregnable in the eyes of the Khalkhas, did not even kill twenty Dashun soldiers, so what else is there to talk about?

Defect to Russia to be cannon fodder, eat snow, forcibly conscript troops to go to the European battlefield, or go to fight the Turks and convert to Orthodox Christianity?

Or do you want to be rewarded every year with the title of official, sub-lord, and every year, and follow Dashun to destroy Dzungaria, divide its subordinates, and let the descendants seal out a few more barons?

This in itself was already a tilted scale, and with this vigorous victory, the other end of the scale finally tilted into the void.

Even if more than 10,000 people do not fight, even if they only march to the vicinity of the fishing sea, it has proved the national strength of Dashun. This battle was only the last push for the rotten wood to turn into powder.

In addition to the award, a detail that has not been noticed much shows Dashun's future plan for the grassland issue.

Xie Wuji, the Marquis of Zichuan, became the first envoy of the Murwei Festival, and the imperial court did not set up a governor's mansion or a metropolitan protector's mansion.

In the pastures of each department, the places where the canines and teeth are intertwined stipulate that the places where the military cantonment is allowed to be cultivated, and they are all under the jurisdiction of the envoys of the Murwei Jiedu.

The envoy of the Marquis of Zichuan was nominally only at the same level as several Mongolian nobles, and could not meddle in tribal affairs, and he had no jurisdiction over the cavalry of the Khalkha tribes.

He can't manage it, there is a special department in the capital to manage it, and he is only an envoy to announce that one day, the population will increase, and Dashun will set up a province here in the future.

Although it is now only under military control, the scattered land of the fixed cultivation army mixed with sand makes that Mobei Mongolia no longer a complete geographical concept.

The Marquis of Zichuan, who presided over the construction of post stations, grain stations and roads in Liaodong for five years, is afraid that this festival envoy is still doing his old business in Liaodong for five years.

On the alliance platform, Li Gan, who was enjoying the most glorious moment in the eight years since he ascended the throne, glanced around.

Liu Yu seemed to be invisible, and he couldn't be found at all.

Regarding this kind of stealth, Li Gan nodded to himself with satisfaction.

Turn around and continue to enjoy the refreshing feeling that this power and power brings, and that no other thing can match. It's like a bubble of urine that has been held for five years, and the kind of coolness that is finally released at this moment.