Two years ago, Mengjiatun was just a small fishing village at the confluence of the Heilongjiang River and the Jingqili River, because it was close to the Heilongjiang River and the river was deep. The government built a land and water transshipment terminal here.

Because of this wharf, Mengjiatun suddenly became a cargo distribution center of the Ming Dynasty on the Heilongjiang River. With the goods there will naturally be merchants, in just two years. A small fishing village with a population of only a few dozen people suddenly poured in more than 4,000 people.

The earthen enclosure is full of newly built shops, buying and selling leather goods and mountain goods. Dongzhu, a specialty of the Heilongjiang River Basin, and the old mountain ginseng in the Daxing'an Mountains. The antler deer whip of the authentic sika deer, and the tiger skin tiger whip of the Siberian tiger. There are also old hunters in the mountains and forests, and flying dragon birds with nets to buckle them.

The dragon meat in the sky and the donkey meat on the ground, this dragon meat is talking about the flying dragon bird. The flying dragon pot rolls three times, and the gods will also go down to the dust.

These are the best products in Liaodong, more are mountain mushrooms, hazelnuts, wild chestnuts, daylily, black fungus, pine nuts, otter oil and other specialties in the mountains.

Mountain goods are not worth much in Heilongjiang, but as long as they enter Shanhaiguan, they are good things.

A pound of mountain goods is trafficked from Heilongjiang to Beijing, and the profit can be increased by four or five times. With three times the profit, the merchant dares to play with his life. With ten times the profit, the merchant dares to kill. Compared to the huge profits, the hardship of long-distance trafficking is not worth mentioning.

There are no other forces here, and the threat is only the indigenous savage Jurchens. These Jurchens were terribly poor, and iron tools were all luxuries for them. When a rich family marries, it is just an iron pot to marry.

The savage Jurchens drooled as they watched the Han people, but they could only work hard to gather mountain goods or risk their lives to hunt. In order to use their hunting, they went to the Han people in exchange for salt, expensive cotton and cotton cloth, and most importantly, spirits.

It's not that the savage Jurchen has never fought the idea of the Han people, and the bright steel knives in the hands of the Ming army make them daunting. Those Jurchens, whose arrows are still using bones, are really no match for the Han army armed to the teeth.

Li Xiao gave a death order to the border troops on the border, and all the savages who hit the attention of the Han people must be eliminated immediately. There is no need to think about what to subdue people with virtue, to tame these uncivilized savages, and you don't need to think about other ways except for the steel knife in your hand.

The border army carried out Li Xiao's orders very thoroughly, and every time a Han was killed. They will draw a circle around the location of the killing, and then the wild people in the circle will be unlucky.

One came and went, and the wild man was very obedient. The world is quiet, not clean, but it is quiet.

There were no opponents, and Mengjiatun's garrison only remained at three hundred. Their opponents are savages, so the guys in their hands are nothing more than old-fashioned firecrackers eliminated by the regular army. Don't even think about mortars, getting two Fran cannons to fill the façade is considered a heavy weapon.

The continuous rain caused Mengjiatun's Tuweizi to suffer heavy losses. The magistrate decided to simply push the earthen fence there. Anyway, facing the Heilongjiang River, burn red bricks to build a city wall. Let this Mengjiatun be promoted and upgraded, Mengjiatun is still a tunzi, and the highest governor is the village head.

Mengjiatun became a town, and the highest governor was the town mayor. If Mengjiatun becomes a county, then he will become a county magistrate.

A fishing village with a few dozen people has become a town of more than 4,000 people in just two years. The ambition of the village chief is also rapidly expanding.

Dzerzhinsky looked at the sketch in his hand excitedly, he didn't expect that the important town of the Ming Empire in the Far East was only defended by only 300 people. He has 4,300 cavalry in his hands, and if he can't beat it, then he can directly commit suicide.

It has been raining for several days, making the water in Heilongjiang turbulent. The river had swelled more than two feet high, and the boat on the dock was almost ready to reach the shore. All the merchants stayed in the newly built houses, and no one could leave even on rainy days. You can only boil with the goods and money, as long as God is clear, you can drive the carriage on the road and send the collected mountain goods to the distant capital.

The dark night was like thick ink, and the crescent moon in the sky did not have much moonlight shining on the earth. Lying in the room with the windows open, you can hear the roaring of the river in Heilongjiang.

"Bang! Nation! Nation! Bangzi snorted three times, three watches in the middle of the night.

The watchmen patrolled along the dark streets, and beyond that were the toppled earthen enclosures. There was still a fire on the side of the brick kiln in the distance, and a noisy shouting could be faintly heard.

Burn more bricks and build a brick wall. In the future, this Mengjiatun will be a city.

The watchman took out a wine gourd from his arms and took a big sip. As long as it becomes a city, maybe the house I built last year will be more valuable, and when the time comes, it will be better than doing some business in the middle of the night.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed in front of him!

"Who!" The watchman instinctively raised the lantern in his hand.

"What the hell!" The watchman shuddered, and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground. The lantern paper skin is lit by a candle flame, and the lantern immediately burns.

In the blazing firelight, a guy with yellow hair, blue eyes and white skin waved the steel knife in his hand.

Just turned around, and before he could run, he hit the head of the watchman and was split in half with a knife. The corpse ran forward a few steps before falling to the ground with a "pop".

"Rush!" Voroshilov waved the steel knife in his hand, and the Russian soldiers behind him poured in like a tidal wave.

"What people!" The guard standing guard in front of the tax hall had just shouted when he was pierced through the chest by a flying javelin.

Two thousand Russian soldiers took less than an hour to control the entire Mengjiatun. Two companies garrisoning Mengjiatun, one in the south and one in the north.

The two companies barely put up resistance and were barricaded in the house by Russian GIs. Many soldiers were hacked to death on the kang with sharp blades before they could even pick up their weapons.

Even when Dzerzhinsky entered the city with the second echelon, many residents of the city were still sleeping at home, not knowing that this Mengjiatun had been occupied by a group of troops from thousands of miles away.

"Great! That's great! Dzerzhinsky stood on the newly built water tower in the middle of the city, and was inexplicably excited.

He expected it to go well, but he didn't expect it to go so well. Without a single casualty, the whole army occupied the Ming Dynasty's important town in the Far East and successfully killed the defenders. The captives did not lie, there were indeed four or five thousand people here. Towns of four or five thousand people, there are a lot of them in Russia.

"Immediately call all the Ming people up and drive them to the brick factory by the river." Dzerzhinsky shouted orders to Dzhugashvili and Voroshilov.

The Russian GIs were ordered to begin smashing doors from house to house. As soon as the men of the family resist a little, they will be pierced with bayonets. The terrible screams, the sound of slamming the door, the sound of shouting and scolding, and the sound of beating soon sounded in every corner of Mengjiatun. Finally it converged into a torrent that poured into Dzerzhinsky's ears. To Dzerzhinsky's ears, this is a hymn to victory.

Groups of Ming people who were kicked out of their homes panicked and didn't know what was going on. They huddled together next to each other in horror, most of them had never seen a guy with yellow hair, blue eyes, or green eyes in front of them. In their eyes, only the imps in hell can look like this.

I saw a ghost in the middle of the night, and I was caught by a ghost and rushed out. The bold frightened legs trembled, and his hands folded and kept chanting Amitabha. The timid ones simply can't walk with soft legs, and they need to be pulled by others.

The Russian GIs didn't care about this, as long as they saw someone lying on the ground and couldn't get up, they would be stabbed when they walked over. The family dared to come over to stop them, and they were also stabbed in the head.

Along the way, all the way to being killed. The road was littered with corpses and bloodstains. The sound of mournful wails was endless, and the Russian GIs were constantly waving steel knives in the back. As long as you walk slowly, you will be stabbed in the head.

The sound of the Ming people's painful wails even drowned out the roar of the Heilongjiang water.