The orange-yellow sun floated in the sky, like a severed head, and the soft sunset shone in the clouds, and the setting sun was like a military flag, hunting and fluttering above the heads of the cavalry.

In the coolness of the evening, the smell of bloody battles during the day and the stench of dead horses fell drippingly. The sound of the blackened river was tightening its knots with the rapids and mudflats. The bridges had been destroyed by the rout, and the horsemen, exhausted from their horses, had to swim across the river.

A crescent moon lies on the waves. The horses descended into the river, and the icy water did not reach the belly of the horse, and the rushing water rushed through the legs of hundreds of horses. Someone saw that it was about to run out of tops, and began to curse loudly. The river was full of black carts, and above the moonlight and the shining water, there was a mixture of noise, whistles, and songs.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed, and the horsemen gasped for breath from the Don hippos they had captured from the Russians or bought from Russian merchants, and they had pursued the routs along the way from Shaanxi to Gansu, and in the past month and a half, they had marched thousands of miles, and both horses and cavalry had become extremely tired.

Horses stepped on the bank of the river, with the moonlight, you can see some corpses scattered on the ground on the opposite bank, that is the cavalry from Shaanxi all the way to pursue the Qing army, the rout is like bandits, burning and looting everywhere they pass, it can be said that there is no evil, and because of this, the officers and soldiers of the first cavalry division will pursue all the way, and the same as in the northeast, at the end of the battle, they will directly execute the prisoners.

"We don't have the kung fu to take care of prisoners of war!"

Even if you don't have kung fu, then the best thing to do is to kill them.

There is no recruitment, no surrender, no prisoners, for the first cavalry division, only the dead enemy is the best enemy, pity does not exist in the dictionary of the officers and soldiers of the first cavalry division, the war will change everyone, for this cavalry from the flames of war, they know how to add glory to the military flag, how to make the enemy see the horse head of the cavalry division, will be cowardly, then kill!

In Gansu, when they passed through cities and market towns, if they enjoyed the people's mew, the people treated these cavalrymen with firecrackers, wine and meat, and there were also some people, when they saw their blood-stained horses, they would tremble and bow down and bow down on the side of the road, and when they passed, people did not even dare to come out.

Occasionally, when they passed through some villages, the elders in the temple or in the village would escort the routs and hand them over to the routs who had fled into the villages, and the 1st Cavalry Division would use their sabers and cavalry cannons to tell those people what would happen to the routs, either for the good people or for the bandits, for them, there was only one choice.

"Toot ......"

The rest horn sounded in the night sky, and the cavalrymen who had been advancing in column jumped off their horses and began to prepare for the camp, they lit bonfires, tied their horses, and before they had eaten, they began to remove fodder from the carts and feed the horses, and while feeding the horses, the cavalrymen began to check the hooves of the horses.

Holding a bristle brush in both hands, Zhao Ziyi used all his strength to live blood for his "big peach", using a brush to live blood for the war horse, massage is a compulsory course when camping every day, the cavalry looks majestic, but the hard work behind me is probably only known to themselves, people do not rest and let the horse rest well, people can insist, but the horse will not.

To be a good cavalryman, you must serve your horse as if it were your own father. The "massage and blood activation" at night is the way to honor the father and mother, and without a serious massage, the war horse will show the cavalry the face the next day.

"Big Peach, you're going to fucking enjoy it!"

When wiping the horse, Zhao Ziyi talked to the big peach from time to time, although he was scolding, but his eyes were full of kiss, and in his eyes, the big peach who rode all the way from the northeast to Gansu was his closest comrade-in-arms.

While the soldiers were massaging the war horses there, Li Yijun, who was the commander of the Sixth Cavalry Battalion, shook his head and sighed lightly.

"Three seriously wounded!"

Although the three seriously injured have been transported, Huang Lihua does not need to worry about their future for the first time, because they already have someone to take care of their future.

"Invalides!"

Thinking that the telegram sent by the division to the whole division was a telegram sent by the principal from Nanjing, and the principal paid for the construction of an honorary military academy at the foot of the Purple Mountain in Nanjing and the place where the martyrs' shrine was led, which was dedicated to taking in disabled officers and soldiers, and any disabled soldier could go to the Invalides to enjoy the rest of his life as long as he wanted after leaving the army, and each person was paid 5 yuan per month by the ruling government for living expenses.

"It's still the righteousness of the ruling party!"

In the past, the reason why brothers would choose to die safely after being seriously injured was more because they were afraid of dragging down their families, but now the ruling government pays out of his own pocket to support all the seriously injured brothers.

According to the "Jincheng Bao", there are now more than 1,000 disabled soldiers in Nanjing who have been invited from the streets to the Invalides to "be fed." This is the original words of the principal, the soldiers shed blood for the country, and as their commander, he has the responsibility to support them for the rest of their lives.

"Never let a crippled soldier affect his family, let alone let them live on the streets and become beggars, otherwise it will be a shame for the whole country!"

When the ruling axe was short of financial resources, the headmaster himself resolutely took over the responsibility of taking care of them, and even now many soldiers have that issue of the newspaper in their arms.

"Don't worry about it in the future, if you die in the war, the ruling will give us a pension, and the Xuntian in the east will be crippled, and the ruling will also support us and send us to the end! Let's just work hard for his old man in front! ”

The soldiers' thoughts are simple, they only know who is good to them, is there anything better for them in this world than to govern? In the eyes of soldiers and ordinary people, no one can respect the military more than in power.

"Perhaps...... The headmaster will be the emperor of the soldiers in the future! ”

Thinking to himself, Huang Lihua remembered the phrase "the king of soldiers" he saw in the biography of Frederick the Great, maybe the future headmaster would be ...... At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, followed by a contact number, which was a derivative search party.

"Sir, thirty miles to the northwest, there is a lama temple, the inside and outside of the table is not normal, there are at least five hundred people riding outside the temple, and the vigilance is also very high, this time we can be regarded as catching a big fish."

As the twilight fell, the wind picked up at the foot of the mountain, and Jebel Temple is a small temple at the foot of the mountain, most of the people who believe in Lamaism are local Mongolian herdsmen, but this small temple will be much more lively than usual. Outside the monastery, a group of lamas with guns and knives on their backs sit in the open air, shaking their heads or chanting sutras.

There was a bright yellow tent in the monastery, the butter lamp in the tent was on, the flames were swaying in the wind, and the young lama in his thirties sitting in the room frowned, this was the thirteenth [***] who had left Lhasa three months ago, and on the desk in front of him, there were some scriptures and a few newspapers, and the Delzhi Grand Lama stood respectfully beside him.

Looking at the news in the newspaper that the Liberation Army had entered Tibet, [***] could be described as happy and worried. Happily, the British, who occupied Lhasa soon after the Han army entered Tibet, were worried that the Living Buddha Lobsang Gyaltsen, whom they had designated, would never be able to sign any agreement with the British that was not recognized by the central government.

The Buryat Mongol attendants of Delzhi, who had withdrawn with [***], stepped forward and knelt down and pleased.

"[***], whether we are going to Nanjing now, or going to Kulun as planned, please make it clear! Jebe Temple is just a small temple, and the believers in Qilian are poor, and I am afraid that they will not be able to support them for a long time. ”

Del Zhi once again reminded [***], these days, because the rout of the army occasionally crossed, for the safety of [***], they can only stay here, when they first came out of Lhasa, [***] only took themselves and a dozen followers, and after arriving in Qinghai, all the monasteries sent people to escort, the team is getting bigger and bigger day by day, after arriving at this Jebe Temple, the lamas of the guard frame have exceeded 500 people.

On the one hand, some people in Khenpo thought that [***] should go to Nanjing to meet the emperor of the new dynasty, and on the other hand, some people thought that [***] should go to Kulun first, because although the new dynasty has settled in China, it is an undecided dynasty, and the attitude of the new dynasty to Tibet Province is not clear. Maybe something goes wrong.

"Is it Nanjing, or is it Cullen?"

When the British invaded Tibet Province for no reason, as the local political and religious leader of Tibetan Province, he ordered all Tibetan monks and laymen to resist the British, and at the same time wrote a letter to the Qing Dynasty, hoping that "the emperor would send Han soldiers and fund military salaries" to resist the invaders. However, how did he know that the Empress Dowager Xi, who was far away in Yanjing, was no longer able to take care of Tibetan affairs, and she only hoped that the [***] Lama and his Tibetans would not escalate the situation, so she adopted the method of appeasing the invaders and sacrificing the interests of Tibetan Province to ease relations with the British.

At this time, Youtai, the minister stationed in Tibet, actually made a statement to the Qing court, on the one hand, forbidding the Tibetan soldiers to resist the British, and on the other hand, playing the emperor to "impeach" himself. The Qing government axe approved Youtai's recital, and the actions of the 9th Panchen Lama temporarily took charge of Tibet, and the actions of the minister stationed in Tibet made the young and vigorous [***] lama extremely sad. He was no longer willing to be at the mercy of the ill-intentioned ministers stationed in Tibet, but he could not tolerate the surrender of the sacred land of Tibetan Province to the British. When the British army approached the city of Lhasa, he had to leave Lhasa, and at that time he still had the illusion of the Yanjing Emperor in his heart, and when he arrived in Qinghai, he learned that the world had changed, the emperor was gone, and some were only in power in Nanjing.

The turmoil in the northwest slowed him down from going to Kulen for help, and going to Kulen was the suggestion of the Buryat attendant of Delzhi, who went to Kulen to seek the protection of the Russians, and in the name of the Russians, the emperor of Xu Jingcheng re-ordered himself to take charge of the Tibetan Province.

But now, in the face of changes in the imperial court, he had to hesitate.

Just when Shen Yu hesitated, the golden tent was opened, and it was a lama from Qinghai who walked in.

"Tell [***], the Han army has been recovered outside the temple!"

His eyes opened, and a strange look appeared on the lama's face.

"The officers of the Liberated Han Army asked to see the lama outside the temple!"

Huang Lihua, who was standing outside the gate of Jebe Temple with a horse, looked at the lamas around him who were carrying old-fashioned single-fighting guns or waist knives, and his heart was a burst of stealing fun.

"Sir, the religious status of the [***] lama is mainly derived from the Tibetan Buddhism belief that he is the incarnation of Avalokiteshvara. Among the major bodhisattvas of Buddhism, Guanyin is the first, with many believers and great influence. The ruling axe sent troops into Tibet, no matter what, they can't be rough with [***], otherwise I'm afraid it will affect the Tibetan plan! ”

Standing next to Huang Lihua, Fan whispered, if it weren't for him, a monk accompanying the army, who reminded him, I was afraid that the battalion commander would have ordered a few mortars to fire a few rounds, and then charge directly, if it was really like that, it would be a big trouble.

"Fan, you've talked all the way, stop it, I know, I'll say then, we're ordered to welcome the [***] Grand Lama to Lanzhou, anyway, it's just saying good things!" Tell him that the headmaster has been thinking about him all along! ”

The gate of Jebel Temple, which blocked the conversation between the two, opened, and a great lama stood at the temple gate.

"Please restore the commander of the Han Army!"

"Toot ......"

The sound of trumpets from the lamas on both sides echoed in the night sky at the same time, and the low, hoarse sound of trumpets was carried by the mountain wind for miles away, and miles away, where the warriors on horseback waited for the return of the commander.

The Provisional Political Axe Ethnic Affairs Bureau, this is an idle errand, even there is only one office, and the staff is only two or three people, and the existence of this Ethnic Affairs Bureau is just to show the openness of the ruling axe, and as the director of the bureau, it is Duanfang, who is privately called "rare in the world" by the flag people.

"Lafayette, it's not that I'm sorry for you, it's really helpless!"

Sitting behind the desk, looking at the "witness letter" sent by the special military court on the table, Duan Fang sighed bitterly in his heart, this must be to go to the special military court to testify against Lafayette's crimes.

Although Lafayette has the grace of knowing him, but he always has to protect himself, since he went to the prisoner of war camp as the director of the Ethnic Affairs Bureau to visit the old and young masters in the flag, looking at those men with shackles and no end to the hard labor, he was cowardly, and the last trace of remorse disappeared without a trace.

"At least they still have books to read and can walk the streets!"

Thinking that his family can live a fairly peaceful life in Nanjing because of his wisdom, Duan Fang is glad of his choice, how many of the millions of flag people in the country can end up in this good end?

Not much, at most, there are still those aunts and grandmothers who are in the prisoner of war camp, waiting to marry, for them, the best outcome is probably to marry a Han Chinese, so that they can leave the prisoner of war camp and live a stable life.

"Hey! Tens of thousands, we must take the line of governance, and we must not let him think that he is useless! ”

Thinking like this in his heart, he began to think about the confession in his mind for a few days, he knew what the ruling government liked to hear, what the people liked to hear, except what Cixi and the eunuch fake dragon and phoenix, what Cixi was pregnant and so on, and of course, how she betrayed the country, how she ...... "dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, and when he saw the person who had entered, he stood up with an amiable smile on his face.

"Section Chief Wu, come and sit down,"

There is still a hint of politeness between the words, as the governor of Liangjiang, this humility between words and deeds is in response to the sentence "to be a man with his tail between his legs", which may be a Tao realized by Duan Fang for a long time in officialdom, and now in Nanjing City, who does not know that the Ethnic Affairs Bureau is that easy to get close to.

"Director, a telegram has been sent from the Lanzhou Provincial Political Axe, saying that the 13th [***] is on his way to Lanzhou under the escort of the troops, and they have sent a telegram to inform the Bureau."

The Ethnic Affairs Bureau seems to be an idle errand, but Duan Fang also knows that this Affairs Bureau is similar to the past Li Fan Yuan, which is nothing more than the affairs of Mongolia and Tibet, and he has written letters to those Mongolian princes to understand the righteousness, in order to be able to persuade a few princes and increase his weight in the heart of the ruling party.

"Thirteenth [***]!"

Listening to this, Duanfang's eyes lit up, this Nanjing may not be cared about by a few people, but he has been in Beijing for a long time, but he understands that this [***] has always been a tool of the central government to stabilize Tibetan Province, although the central government holds the right to abolish the living Buddha in Tibet, and the living Buddha who has not been canonized by the central government axe is recognized by the monastery does not have a legal surname. But in Tibet, the [***] lama is the most powerful tool for stabilizing the place, collecting the province and even the Mongolian restoration of the Central Plains.

Those Mongolian princes may have some complaints about the central government, but if the [***] lama is sent to the Lama Temple in Beiping, it will take less than a month, Mongolia can be pacified, and now the [***] who has been deprived of the right to regency Tibetan Province has a request from the central government, if it is, if it is...... "Section Chief Wu, quickly, quickly send me a telegram!" ”

After receiving the telegram and reading it carefully for a while, the first thought that came to Duanfang's mind was to go to meet the ruling party, and he remembered that the ruling party was in Shanghai when he went out.

No, you can't let anyone else take the lead!

Thinking in his heart, Duan Fang picked up the pen from the table, and after pondering for a while, he began to write down the plan of Pingmeng, handwriting, Duan Fang's heart was difficult to calm down for a while, he seemed to see that the moment he was rewarded by the government, pacifying Mongolia was a piece of the ruling heart.

"Section Chief Wu, you translate this letter into an official document code and send it to the ruling government, and you must send an urgent telegram. Hard work, don't delay, this, this is related to our Chinese territory! ”

After writing a thousand-word long letter, Duan Fang kept telling Section Chief Wu who was standing in front of him, saying that it was a great plan related to China's territory, but in his heart Duan Fang knew that this matter was related to his whole life, if this matter was completed, in this life, the ruling party must have its own place in his heart.

(To be continued)