Farareev led a group of people to Lake Baikal. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Because of the demands of the Chinese, they had to go south to Kulen from the east of Baikal in a small half-circle to the southwest of Baikal, where they obtained a pass personally written by Chen Kaishan, commander-in-chief of the North Sea Theater, before going south to Kulen under the escort of a battalion of Chinese cavalry.

Night swept over the land, and Lake Baikal in April and May was as cool as autumn.

Farareev was already sleeping deeply.

In the southwestern corner of Lake Baikal, the new city built on the ruins of the original Irkutsk was not open to them. In the northeastern corner of the city, where Falarev had not set foot further at all, surrounded by high walls and barbed wire, his deputy, Zeberkdorzi, had crept into it in the darkness of the night.

It was a small base, where at least fifty families of mulattoes and Poles lived.

The adult men here are all heavily Western-looking, or purely white themselves, such as Poles.

Since Poland was divided by Russia with Austria, a part of the Poles also entered the Russian army. Many of the rebels suffered the same fate as the Pugachev rebels and were sent to Siberia by Tsarist Russia.

Now they are captives along with their families!

Without the bonds of their families and the deep affection with their families, they are not qualified to enter this training base. Everyone here and the families behind them have been screened and investigated in detail by Chen Han.

With a barbed wire cordon, a high fence that blocks the view, and a concrete watchtower and fortress, this is like a small military base.

This is one of the bases where the MIA trains 'spies'.

In recent years, because there are too many physiological differences between Chinese and Westerners, the CIA's penetration of the West has been very slow. How to make the chess pieces better penetrate the opponent's interior has become the next headache for the intelligence department.

And now after catching these Poles and half-bloods, everything is easy. Use their families as 'hostages' to make these people serve the Chinese government.

Their white skin and European appearance allow them to move well around Europe. In the future, they will work in Siberia, in the Kazakh steppes, in St. Petersburg, in Berlin, Paris, London, in Amsterdam......

And this base in front of you is just one of them.

"How do you train a good spy?"

Standing on the watchtower of the base, looking down at the dormitory, Zebok Dorji asked the officers next to him in a gnawing Chinese language. As a Turk, they were a saber of the tsarist government, but that was only on the outside. Within Russia, the top brass of the entire Turghut tribe was well aware of the role of a 'friend'.

"Spy is just a general term, in fact we divide spies into many different kinds in the actual function. There are hands-on, brain-working, mouth-talking, and money-......"

"Seeing and listening is one of the most basic skills of a spy. High vigilance hidden under a comfortable expression is their instinct. Always paying attention to the surrounding environment, entrances and exits, people's positions and dress, being calm in the face of unexpected events, calmly responding, making plans, etc., are the basic qualities of a good spy.

Every good spy must have a certain logical thinking, rational response, and very good mental quality. They are worth more than their own weight of gold.

Of course, it is better to strengthen the physical exercise, and the agility can turn the tide when necessary.

They should also be good at summarizing experience, accumulating all kinds of knowledge that you don't know, and delicately figuring out the psychology of the characters. The officer replied in a relaxed tone, but there was a kind of caution in his bones.

Zebekdorji's expression was instantly solemn, and although the officer said it was very relaxed and general, he knew what it meant.

"The subordinates of the Military Intelligence Bureau are divided into eight levels according to their ranks and points, Heaven and Earth, Xuanhuang Universe, and Flood Desolation. In this base in front of you, the best trainee is at most Detective Hongzi. ”

"Because the members of this base at the moment are all trained by the Action Faction. The most important thing for them is the military combat effectiveness of the individual. After graduation, these people would become hunters and traders, scattered throughout Russia, Kazakhstan and Poland.

Scouting and recording the development of Russian society and ideology, contacting all anti-Russian forces.

Their other identities will be assassins, robbers, robbers...... "compared to real high-end spies, their position is very low.

The officer handed Zebok Dorji a glass of warm wine and said, "The imperial court will soon send men to your ministry and to the Turghut department. There were no whites before, and now this problem has been solved. But the imperial court will not tell them all the information, and you must not show your face, and send a few cronies who are not very important to contact them. If the Russians find out, you might as well stay out of the way. ”

Zeberkdorji nodded earnestly, and the matter was already about to enter substantive contact. Turgot is one step closer to a better life ahead, but so is their danger.

However, "Are these people reliable?" "It's just that relatives are threatening, and it feels unreliable. Zeberkdorzi worried.

"Why is it unreliable? There are warm accommodations, abundant food, and far more than the hunter's income, and their relatives, wives and children are taken care of. Their children can learn about culture, they can learn a skill they want to learn, and compared to the life of those people in the past, this is paradise. ”

"But at least they were still free." Now the family is being held in a large prison.

"Freedom? Haha, then fuck free. Is it freedom to live a precarious life in the icy Siberia? It's just a pitiful little worm.

True freedom is something that only the rich and noble are entitled to.

I can eat whatever I want, drink whatever I want, and play with whatever kind of woman I want, whether it's black or white. You can go wherever you want.

This is true freedom. A look of longing flashed across the officer's face. Such a beautiful life he himself coveted.

"As long as they follow the court, they will get a much, much better life and future than in the past. Will they refuse all this for the sake of that nasty St. Petersburg? "Anyone who refuses is thrown into the icy water in the middle of winter.

The Buryats said that the Russians who broke into Lake Baikal a hundred years ago drove them into the river in the middle of winter, and in a short time those who were driven down the river would freeze to death, sink through the ice hole that was smashed open on the surface of the river, and then freeze with the bottom of the ice. At that time, in many rivers, when spring came, when the snow on the surface melted, it was possible to see dead bodies under the ice.

The crystal clear ice layer is like crystal, perfectly preserving the face of the moment of death, lifelike.

Whenever a tribe was breached, the Russians would arrest and take away all men, women, young and old, and if they were lucky, they would become slaves. And the unlucky, such as the Buryats, who do not know how many Buryats, and the Tatars, will be stabbed to death with knives by them, even the baby in their arms will not be spared.

Although these sins were not committed by these captives, the Buryats, who now live on the shores of Lake Baikal, are happy to treat them in the same way.

Dealing with people doesn't have to dirty the hands of the Fu Han army. Those Buryats will take everything with joy!

"Of course these people resisted at the beginning, did you see those pillars? By the time the corpse hanging on it was air-dried, all the people inside had already surrendered. ”

"It's also a system of elimination. A short-tempered person, a person who is not cool-headed, is not fit to be a spy. ”

The officer still had a smile on his face, but the words he said made Zeberkdorzi look up at him more than once. This is a bit of his impression of the coldness of Chinese intelligence officers.

"Beep beep ......"

At night, the emergency assembly whistle sounded, the doors of the dormitories were pulled open from the inside, and the disheveled trainers gathered on the playground.

Zeberkdorji and the officers were watching the clocks on the side, two minutes to go, and only two minutes to prepare for the emergency assembly at night.

The trainees who met the standards were able to go home and sleep peacefully after the team was disbanded, but the trainees who did not meet the standards ran ten miles on the playground in the night breeze of Lake Baikal.

Tseberkdorzi soon noticed that the trainees who had been punished were not running in a neat line, but in one person, with scattered steps and various running postures. The instructor standing next to him did not reprimand at all.

The officer seemed to see Zebok Dorzi's confusion and explained: "We need a spy, not a soldier carved out of a mold." ”

At the beginning of the establishment of this base, the task for the first batch of trainers was to run laps, and 20 kilometers a day was the basic amount, because the future role of this group of people, a good physical fitness was their foundation.

When to finish the run, when to eat. Can't finish the run? Then bring your relatives, wife and children to go hungry together.

Once every ten days, people with high levels will get better living security.

It's like a seven-inch needle that has been nailed in, making everyone feel very well-behaved.

Because of the resistance training, it was not only himself who was unlucky in the end, but also his relatives, wives and children, as well as their families.

All chose to compromise.

Tsebok Dorzi had left Lake Baikal with five names and detailed information about them in his head.

Two mulattoes, two Poles, and one is a surrendered Russian, who is from the Pugachev rebels.

……

In early summer, the grasslands are green.

Another Russian mission to which Zebok Dorzi was a member, after receiving 'protection' from the Chinese cavalry from Lake Baikal, rode all the way south.

In the early morning, the golden sun shone on the earth, the grassland was shrouded in golden silence, the distant mountains were clothed in the color of the morning glow, and the white clouds on the horizon became as bright red as flames. Flocks of cattle and sheep came from afar, and the white Mongolian packaging lit up the turquoise sea, and the wind and grass were blowing, as if the endless green waves were surging, setting off a boundless page. Let the kite fly to the sky to rest the heart, and the economic thing forgets to return. The whole prairie looks peaceful. In such a scene, what kind of comfort and chic should it be to gallop on a horse?

As a Mongol, a Mongol aristocrat who had already developed an endless aversion to war, it was this quiet that Zebok Dorji longed for most than this. This life, which should have been easy to obtain, became a luxury under the rule of the Tsar, and the entire Turkut tribe had been in war for ten years.

After the latter paid a 'heavy' price in the Battle of Irkutsk, the remaining Turkuts won the trust of the Russians as a result. St. Petersburg also knew in his heart that the Turkuts had reached the limit of their bearings, and after the defeat of Irkutsk, they did not give Wobasi an order to continue to transfer troops to the fire pit of Siberia, but reused the remnants of the Turks led by Zebok Dorzi. The Russians, led by Zebok Dorzi, organized a Tatar cavalry, with the majority of soldiers coming from the Tatar tribes and the completely subjugated Buryats, and at its peak the strength exceeded 2,000 men. A formidable force on the battlefield of Eastern Baikal.

This time St. Petersburg negotiated peace with the Chinese, the special envoy was Potemkin himself, and the deputy envoy was the governor of the Amur River, Baron Falarev, and Tseberkdorzy participated in the talks as an accompanying senior military attaché. Because the Russians need him to get to know the 'Mongols' well on the way south.

Potemkin set out from the northwest, through Xinjiang to Lanzhou, then to Xi'an, then into Henan, Anhui, and finally to Nanjing; Falareev traveled from the outer northeast to Lake Baikal, then rode his horse to Kulen in Outer Mongolia, where he transferred to a railroad carriage to Zhangjiakou in Hebei, and then went down to Nanjing via the Inner Canal.

Tsebok Dorji himself had a difficult task on this journey, he needed to assess as much as possible the Mongols' acceptance and loyalty to the Chen Han Empire, contact the Mongols, and learn as much as possible about the development of China in Mongolia in recent years. In a great upheaval that upended the entire structure of the steppe, some Mongols would benefit, but there would certainly be a large number of Mongols, the latter of whom would be the expected partners of the Russians.

The Russians, who never thought that the Turks were cheating in the first place, planted a big flash around them.

This is of great significance to the upcoming negotiations between China and Russia.

And while Farareev and Zeber Dorzi were galloping on the steppe, in a pasture on the south side of Lake Baikal, a figure was running around the yurt, circle, circle, circle.

When the apparently Mongolian man dragged his tired body and finally finished the scheduled plan, and his legs were limp like noodles in front of the yurt, his relatives skillfully brought him a bowl of hot milk tea.

In the Mongolian pastoral areas at this time, hard training like a devil was a common thing for many ordinary herdsmen. They are exercising their physique little by little and enhancing their physical fitness, not for their health, but for the sake of being selected when the court recruits soldiers in the next round.

The poorer the place, the easier it is to recruit soldiers, this is a truth that has been unbreakable for thousands of years. This is true in the southwest, in the northwest, and in Mongolia.

Golmud didn't complain, but he was too tired to complain.

But the good thing is that it's dusk, and that's the end of today's training.

After a twenty-minute rest, Golmud and his wife walked into a yurt twenty or thirty meters away, where a steaming meal satisfied his appetite that had been opened by exhaustion.

Lake Baikal is a real treasure of feng shui for the Mongols. The abundance of aquatic plants and abundant fish has meant that the Mongolians who have moved here no longer have to worry about eating.

Grilled golden grilled fish, stewed fragrant mutton soup, white cheese, and no one has a piece of baked bread. It's twice as expensive here as the tenderest lamb. In addition, it is a milk tea made of tea bricks, goat's milk, etc. together.

In terms of food, I don't know how many times better it is than in the past.

But people will not be satisfied, take the Golmud family as an example, they are now full of food, and they are eating well. But there are people who their families recognize who are living better than they are.

Just because someone joins the army, whether it is a logistics soldier or a real soldier, even an army ranch, it can make a huge difference in the life of a Mongolian family.

Golmud took another bowl of broth, sat down beside his wife, Rog Danzhu, grabbed a piece of cheese and took a hard bite.

"It's already April." There will be a primary selection in May, followed by a month of recruit training.

……

"If chosen, will you go to war?" Returning to his own yurt, Rog Danzhu said hesitantly.

"Absolutely. I'm sure I'll be the most elite cavalryman. Golmud grinned and put his arms around his wife, knowing what he was worried about.

But the risk of death is too small and too small compared to the benefits that can be gained. (To be continued.) )