Takeuchi Fujiemon and his son, Takeuchi Fuji Tibetans, sailed out of the port of Mikunura Shinho Village and headed straight for Kakura Island in Matsumae Town.

The journey was smooth, Japan was originally very small, although it was sailing, it did not look like a long voyage, it was like rowing in a county town. On the same day, they landed on Kakura Island. They stayed here for half a month, not because business was good here, but because they were patiently waiting for the weather to improve. The wind on the sea was too strong in those days, and they did not dare to go. However, it is also thanks to the gale. Without this gale, they would not have been blown to a place they never dared to dream of, let alone the adventures that could boast for decades, and the wealth that could make generations inexhaustible.

The gale finally stopped, and Takeuchi Fujiemon led the team to Sado Island. I wanted to move forward, but there was a strong wind. This time it was more powerful, and it was more than 20 days when the wind blew. They waited for a long time, and on the afternoon of May 15, their ship cautiously sailed out of port. Takeuchi Toemon said to everyone, "It's finally good, it's not going well this time." Tonight, we can safely drink some wine. So, except for the helmsman, everyone drank sake that night.

However, the wind rose even stronger that night. It was too big to scratch his head, and the helmsman had to give up the fight and drift downwind. Takeuchi Fujiemon said to him, "Yes, don't screw it, leave it to your fate." "None of them thought that God played a huge joke on them and let the wind blow them to Heilongjiang.

That was 16 days later.

That morning, when they opened their eyes, they saw the shore, and on the shore was a mountain range. They later learned that this was the northern part of the mouth of the Tumen River. They did not dare to go ashore, but only circled around that water, preparing to return home. At this time, he knew that he was in a foreign country. However, the wind was still strong, and their boat could not move at all. So they drifted fifty nautical miles westward. They saw the shore again, but just then the boat ran aground.

Suddenly, more than 60 small single-man boats were paddling towards them, screaming. They didn't know that they had arrived at the Varkha tribe of the Qing Dynasty, which was one of the most courageous tribes. They were captured. On the first day, Takeuchi Fujiemon tricked people into asking where ginseng was produced. The people of the Varkha tribe believed it and led them to the mountains to dig ginseng. But the next day, the Varkhas found out that they were wrong, why did you come to us to dig ginseng? Lock it up first!

This level is more than half a year! It's not that the Varkha people are hospitable, it's just that at this time, the main energy of my Qing Dynasty was to enter the customs, fight in Shanhaiguan, fight in Tongguan, and carry out the "five sons of Dengke" activities in the city of Beijing, such as robbing houses, silver, and bitches.

Helpless, the Varkha people can only pinch their noses and use their precious food to feed these dozens of people!

However, Takeuchi Fujiemon and his son got what they wanted, and they had three meals a day, white rice, broth, and vegetables. (This is also something that must be done on the face, these people are hungry, and they are sent to Shengjing back, and the adults don't look good on the face!) To eat is to wander around, and although they can't go far, the endless reckless wasteland really shocks the father and son. Then it became clear why the Varkhas could let them go out. In this kind of place, there is no food, dry food, clothes and horses, you run away recklessly, just wait to become food for the tigers and wolves in the mountains and forests!

Finally, the head of Shengjing who stayed behind was in place. After countless quarrels and abuses, in the end, the imperial father, the regent Dorgon, gave this extremely important position, of course, to He Luo, who had recently taken refuge in him, to guard the old nest for Daqing. After the arrival of the chief of He, it took a long time to delay before an order was issued for the Varkhas to escort these Japanese to Shengjing.

With an extremely pious religious mentality, the Varkha people escorted these dozens of extremely edible Wa dwarves on the road with the psychology of sending the plague god. (There's no way around it, although there is no shortage of rice in the country now, but you have to exchange it for your own Tongbao, right?) There is white rice that doesn't cost money, why don't you eat it openly? ）

I don't want to rub shoulders with the soldiers and horses of the Nanyue Army going south on the way to escort them!

After listening to Takeuchi's father and son finish their experiences in the half-baked Nanzhong official dialect, and present their drifting diary written with the birch bark lining, Mai Yunmin immediately had an idea.

I just don't know which one to hit first! Now this Japanese dwarf is just the one to lead the way! He first ordered the left army to go to the mouth of the Tumen River, washed the Navarkha department, and controlled the mouth of the Tumen River. Then head south!

The Varkha people never dreamed that they had fed dozens of Japanese dwarf captives for more than a year with good white rice, and in the blink of an eye, they had become their soul messengers. The reason is also very simple, "Your Wa Kingdom is a vassal of my Nanyue Army, and naturally it is under the protection of the legal system of my lord." Now that you have been captured by Jiannu, it depends on the master to beat the dog, how can such people from enemy countries let it go? ”

After a brief discussion with Bomu Bogol, Mai Yunmin decided to send a thousand men from his own team to strengthen the Left Route Army and bring it back by Lin Jun. Attacks on Varkha villages in the Tumen River basin. "When a village is captured, a stockade is built, which is conducive to defense. From now until next year, when the spring thaws, it will be the time for us to crusade against the rebels! ”

Things were thus decided in the east, and the Left Army was glad that it had finally found a target to fight. Bomu Bogol was also very happy, and the villages, hunting grounds, land, forests, and people that he had taken away were to be under his control.

"We'll camp here tonight, and we'll wait for news from the west."

Mai Yunmin was very determined to wait for the news of the Right Route Army. If it weren't for the Horqin Mongols coming in large numbers, it would be good news.

But is that really the case?

As a tributary of the Lena River, although the surface of the river has been frozen, the banks of the wide loop are still densely vegetated, forested, and grassy beaches can be seen from time to time. In summer, it is a paradise for birds and beasts, and in autumn and early winter, the harvest of prey here will allow the Evenks to get food and clothing to survive the harsh winter. But now, this place of abundant water and grass has become a place of death, and demons from afar have brought unimaginable death and killing.

At the bend in the river on the left bank of the Thanle River, the rudimentary fort built high on the riverbank, the gate was wide open, and puffs of black smoke rose from time to time, and the cactus pillars and tents made of trees inside had been burned down by fire, except for the storehouse.

The two trunks were nailed into a crude cross, erected less than a hundred paces from the river, and the trunks had been thickly covered with blood, and the blood had accumulated into a small pool of blood at the junction of the trunks and the ground buried deep in the frozen soil. On the cross, a man is nailed to a wooden nail made from thick branches. This person's fur clothes were stripped of and put away very cherished (the fur of the best sea dragon skin should naturally be valued), his hands and feet were firmly tied by thick ropes, his throat, chest and abdomen were nailed with huge wooden nails, blood flowed down his body, and blood dripped down his hands and feet from time to time, this person's eyes were wide open, his body was twisted, and after a while, he would slowly run out of blood and die like Brother Su.

At this time, the struggle and screaming of the man on the cross had basically stopped, and his twisted and stiff face was full of hatred and anger. This man was originally the leader of this small tribe, and he originally came to this winter hunting ground to hunt and spend the winter, but he didn't want to suffer this unjustified disaster.

"Bang!" "Bang bang!"

Occasionally, the sound of a few firecracks rang out in the wilderness around the camp, the sound of hunting down and killing the fleeing tribesmen. The sound of guns came one after another, and on the side of the wooden frame, there were corpses piled up horizontally, those who were hacked to death by knives and axes, those who were killed by firecrackers, and several immortal pillars that were still smoking, and there was a strong smell of burnt skin and flesh from the ruins.

All the scenes silently tell people that this is a place that has been occupied and looted.

Several blonde and blue-eyed guys rushed out of the birch forest, with sabers, axes and spears in their hands, constantly acting as whips to drive away the Evenks who were caught by them, "Hurry up!" ”

This temporary wintering camp is the fourteenth that these Rakshasas have breached. They can be said to have a lot of income, not only are the food supplies for wintering more and more abundant, but the furs and sand gold that can be traded for money and weapons are also piled up like small mountains.

On the banks of the Thanle River, the black pressure was filled with captured tribesmen, and countless reindeer, horses, tents, climbing plows, etc., and the large dogs used by the various tribes to pull the climbing ploughs alone occupied a forest.

The whipping of the leather whip and the saber and the fear of death made these Evenks kneel on the ground honestly, regardless of men, women and children, all of them looked sluggish and wooden, and there was fear and worry in their eyes that could not be concealed.

What awaits them will be the long journey of thousands of miles in this winter, along the Thanh Le River to the Lena River. There, an unknown fate awaits them.

More than 1,000 miles away, on the north bank of the Lena River, on the desolate land of the Far East, there is a Western-style civil fortress abruptly, which is the so-called ice city of Yakutsk. Today, Yakutsk is a beautiful tourist city, but back then, there were only rivers, wastelands and forests, but the sudden appearance of fortresses was too abrupt.

This castle was re-expanded after learning the lessons of being broken by Li Peiting's troops and horses led by Sauron, and the newly built timber and rammed earth city walls were built in addition to adding forts, pillboxes, and horse faces. On the inner city wall, the same configuration is made, and under the inner city wall, a trench is dug to facilitate the discharge of domestic sewage from the Rakshasas who live in the inner city, and second, to hinder the attackers.

Compared with the murder and arson thousands of miles away, which frightened the Evenki people who were being taken captive, there was a prosperous commercial trade in the outer city, and the scene of buying and selling was booming.

Mountains of fur, vehicles, tents, herds of horses, reindeer population, etc., are sold on the spot. The scene was very lively, and the shouting was endless, and many merchants came and went to choose their favorite items.

This is where the Rakshasas, who have heard that the Far East is full of priceless skins and gold that are readily available, rushed to the East to make a fortune, from regular soldiers, Cossacks, to fugitives, thieves, hooligans, vagabonds, missionaries, prostitutes, and merchants to trade.

In the market, in addition to the grain that cannot be bought and sold, all the income is stored and sold in the official warehouse, and the miscellaneous goods such as horses, furs, and honey are divided into different areas for sale, and the people are subdivided, such as whether they have skills, whether they are strong, whether they are men and women, adults or children, and so on. In front of a number of categories, their prices are clearly marked, and a piece of writing is inserted: "Clearly mark the price, never negotiate." Love to buy, don't buy roll" wooden sign.

A pot-bellied businessman with a few retinues, one of whom was a Cossack with a cloak of cherchis and a saber around his waist, was undoubtedly the brightest star in this noisy market. In one go, he collected a large number of sable, squirrel, black fox and other furs, as well as hundreds of horses and dozens of carts and climbing plows. As if he wanted to buy some serfs for his farm, he walked over to the fence where the people were sold.

"My lord, why don't you have some gold? I'm the best gold, weighing at least ten lots! ”

Ten lots, which is about 120 grams of metric weight, is a large amount of natural gold nuggets. Seeing that the drunken homeless man took out the gold nugget from his arms, the rich merchant was also quite moved.

"How much are you going to sell?"

was about to bargain with the homeless man, but the homeless man was rudely pushed aside, "Get out of the way and cheat!" Don't get in the way of Lao Tzu's business! A stout man with a Ukrainian accent drove the homeless man aside with a stick.

"You damn Hohol!" The homeless man muttered a curse in his mouth, and his doorway was broken, so he was naturally unhappy.

Khohor, is a Russian scornful name for the Little Rus (Ukrainians). The bum's mouth was not loud, but though the market was noisy and chaotic, the slave trader had a sharp ear, and even if he picked up the stick and struck it on the homeless man's back.

"Lao Tzu is not Hohol! Lao Tzu is a Cossack! ”

Amid the laughter of the onlookers, the homeless man who had been beaten and struggled in the muddy water for a long time before getting up scrambled away like a wild dog.

"Thank you!" The rich merchant had been going to buy some slaves, but now the slave trader had done himself another favor, and just in time to talk to him about business, the two began to talk.

"How about a hot cup of tea? With white sugar, it's sweet enough! "When business comes to the door, the slave traders will not let it go.

After a few cups of hot tea, the two treacherous guys began to bargain.

"Nirvana! Blacken! It's too expensive! These brutes you grabbed from the woods, and the women whose skin color is so dirty, are so expensive? ”

The slave trader also knew that praise and disapproval were the buyer's reasoning, and when he saw that the rich merchant was only shouting about the high price in his mouth, but his feet were like nailing there, he refused to give in at all: "Have you drunk too much vodka, or have you eaten too much honey bread?" You're buying slaves, not picking prostitutes in a brothel. Does it matter if his face is dirty or not? You see these barbarians, all of them are as thick as pine trees, strong as brown bears, all of them are alive and jumping, their men can ride horses, they can hunt, they can graze, they can fish, their women can make fur, they can cut honey, they can endure hardships during the day, and they can also use it at night to make a basin of hot water for washing, why is it expensive? ”

The surrounding merchants also gathered around at this time, and when they heard the vulgar words of the slave traders, they couldn't help but laugh one after another, and some even whistled.

"Alright! Deal at your price! However, I don't have enough gold coins in my hand, can I pay you with the golden ticket of the Khitan Southern Barbarians? "The merchant from Moscow took out a leather wallet from the inner lining of his robe, and judging by the texture and pattern of the leather, he knew that it was very expensive.

However, what came out of it was a few pieces of colorful paper. Immediately disappointed the onlookers.

"It turned out to be a liar too! Take a few pieces of paper and buy slaves! ”

"Whew! I thought he was a rich man, but I didn't expect to be a good guy just now! ”

"It's different! How does that guy compare to others? ”

For a time, cynicism was endless.

"Get out! Get out of the way! A bunch of unseen things! "The slave trader is a knowledgeable man. He looked at it carefully for a while, and then opened his mouth to scold the onlookers away.

"This is a golden ticket issued by the Southern Barbarians, using their currency as a unit, a denomination of five hundred yuan. This circulated among the nobles of Europa. I sold furs to the gentlemen of the tsar's court, and they gave me this. All European royal families, nobles, bishops, will take it. Even the Ottoman sultans were happy to take it. The Moscow merchant pointed to the badges on the ticket and explained it to the slave traders.

"Of course I know, I have a few here. It was given to me by the two barons in the city of Yakutsk! The slave traders pursed their lips and expressed disdain for the self-presumption of the Moscow merchants.

The baron lord in the mouth of the slave trader is naturally a noble lord from Moscow. And Khabarov, the most powerful and richest man in this city, can only bow down in front of these two barons and lords as a third grandson, no way, who makes the family a nobleman?

Moreover, he still took with His Majesty the Tsar's two or three hundred regular troops, four or five hundred armed peasants in his family estate, and more than a thousand adventurers, deserters, Cossacks, criminals, and other scumbags who followed them along the way to this Far East to explore and make a fortune. It can be said that two-thirds of the people who can stand and pee in this city of Yakutsk are his subordinates.

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