Colonel Dzerzhinsky, who was arrogant yesterday, has become a prisoner today. Although he refused Dzerzhinsky's request for ransom, Man Gui did not abuse him. Just put him and Dzhugashvili in two wooden cages. After a monkey-like tour for half a day, they loaded the wagon with cannonballs.

The Rakshasa captives were not punished in any way. Man Gui just asked them to tie them up, and then followed the large group of people back to the mainland on foot.

Ge Ritu rode on a horse and rode with Man Gui, looking a little lonely. Man Gui made fun of him several times, but Ge Ritu didn't say anything.

On the wide surface of the Heilongjiang River, dozens of huge rafts float. It was loaded with horses, weapons, soldiers, prisoners and captures.

Man Gui holds beef jerky in one hand and wine gourd in the other, eats a mouthful of beef jerky and drinks a sip of wine in the gourd.

"What's wrong? If you don't drink it again, I'll drink it all. Man Gui raised the wine gourd in his hand: "Special for Wuliangye, it's just a hundred and ten catties a year." At the door of the warehouse, Lao Ao and I each sent a soldier to watch, and others wanted to take it, so they would discount their legs. You can't buy it with gold! ”

Ge Ritu still didn't react, looking at the surging water of Heilongjiang, his eyes hooked.

"What the hell is going on?" Man Gui put down the wine gourd and looked at Ge Ritu curiously. It is a novelty to make the heavy Khan of Geritu, who is a heavy drinker, not to drink.

"You say, is the glory of our Mongols in the past?" Ge Ritu suddenly made such a sentence, and Man Gui stared at him and didn't answer.

"I've known since I was a kid that I have the blood of the Golden Family in my veins. Erzhijin Golden Family, what a noble surname. A direct descendant of Genghis Khan, conquering this world is our innate belief.

To be honest with you, I still think so after meeting Li Xiao. But at that time, I wanted to defeat Nurhachi first, and then annex Nurhachi's power before plotting for the Ming Dynasty. I've always thought of conquering the world in my lifetime. Geritu's words were desolate and distant. Man Gui felt as if he was talking to himself, but Ge Ritu's eyes were fixed on the river.

Man Gui didn't speak because he didn't know how to answer. For the Mongols, Genghis Khan was a god. The race bred by the blue wolf and the white deer is famous all over the world because of this person. The Son of God is naturally also God. That's what the Mongols think!

"When Li Xiao just emerged in Liaodong, I just watched from the sidelines. At that time, I thought that this kid might be defeated, or maybe he would be killed by Nurhachi. At that time, no one thought that a young man could actually defeat the Eight Banners.

However, Li Xiao really did it, with you people. All the way from Phi Dao to Liaodong, and now it even occupies the entire Ming Dynasty. It's only been ten years.

And in the past ten years, I have gained nothing but gray hair on my head and fat on my belly. The Mongols still live in the steppes and roam around, and cattle and sheep are still the standard for measuring the wealth of a family. As soon as the white-haired wind comes in winter, we can only curl up on the ground, begging for a way out from the immortal sky.

Why? Why are we Mongols brave and good at fighting, but we can't eat enough? Why should we Mongols be divided, and not united like the Han Chinese. Man Gui put down the wine gourd, looking a little depressed.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, until yesterday I still thought that sooner or later, we Mongols would rule the world again. Become the most awe-inspiring lord under the sky.

But in today's battle, I was completely conquered. Sabres and bows and arrows are no longer the sharpest weapons on the battlefield. The guys in your hands have made the cavalry forever lose the opportunity to gallop on the battlefield.

The Mongols were a people on horseback and had no cavalry. Sabers and bows and arrows become useless, and we Mongols can only see the death and sinking of our eyes. Whether it's us, or the people of Jungar, it's going to be a fate. Gritu blinked, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

"The Mongols will not die and will not sink. This is the whimsy of you aristocratic lords! Do you know what we poor herders are thinking?

There are steamed buns to eat every day, and there is hand-handled mutton in the pot, and the inside of the bag is warm. The child looks like a calf, and the old man lives so long that he can see his great-grandchildren. This is the happiness of our ordinary herdsmen!

You leaders are fighting here and there, in fact, for your ambitions. I fought in Mangui, not for ambition, but because I like Daming. ”

"Like Daming? You are a Mongol, and the Ming ...... the Mongols! ”

"Yes, I admit that many people in the Ming Dynasty are prejudiced against the Mongols. But we are also prejudiced against the Han people, which does not prevent us from living under the same sky. Now that all our tribes have moved to Liaodong, everyone has grain in their bowls and meat in their bowls.

The streets are half the size of children, all as strong as calves. I saw them carrying their schoolbags to school every day, and when they came back from school, they honestly lay on the table and write their homework. What else can we, the herders, think? We really don't want any more!

When I was very young, an old man in the village died. The old man was just fifty years old, and before he died, he was so sick that he couldn't even walk. When Lele drove the old man on the grassland, I still remember the vultures circling in the sky.

Fifty years old! I have a few old soldiers, and I'm 50 years old this year. I'm still physically strong, and I'm safer at riding a horse than I am. Under the rule of you noble lords, how many herdsmen do not even live to be forty years old. They are industrious, brave, and dare to fight the most vicious enemies. But most of them did not live to be 50 years old.

We live a life as rich as the Han people, you give me a chicken, I give you a leg of mutton. You invite me to a drink, and I invite you to eat a whole sheep. The relationship between the Han and the Mongols is not that of a wolf and a sheep, and we can live in harmony and become brothers.

If you look at those soldiers, you can still tell which ones are Mongols and which ones are Han? Man Gui pointed to the soldiers in the distance.

The Liao soldiers were popular for short hair, and no one had a Mongolian-style Fuwa head, and no one braided their hair into small braids. In addition, everyone is wearing military hats, and when they look at it from a distance, they really can't tell who is a Mongol and who is Han.

"The glory of the Mongols is not in whether they can conquer the world, but in living happily. For generations, every yurt, every yurt, there is a singing voice. Man Gui took a big sip of wine.

Geritu's eyes were as big as a cow's egg! Oh, my God! Man Gui became a saint.

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