New Shun 1730

The Khalkha nobles had never seen such magnificent fireworks.

It seemed that the earth trembled, and the Rakshasa Castle in the distance jumped upward like a fish in a dry sea, and then stopped moving.

It was an earth dragon turning over, without the prosperity of fireworks, just the splendor of death decorated with flying dust.

Amidst the flying dust, shouts of killing came from a distance.

Several younger Taijis who had never seen the world were so frightened that they sat on the ground, thinking there was an earthquake.

Those who had seen the big scene also had earth-colored faces and slightly trembling legs.

The wine glass on the table was knocked and spilled a little, dripping.

The emperor was as calm as before, looking into the distance.

The musketeers deployed in the trench took advantage of the situation and came out. When all the Rakshasa people were stunned, they formed an array only fifty steps away from the Rakshasa Castle. With the order, they fired volleys and filled the air with gunpowder smoke.

On the large slope that was blasted by gunpowder, Jiao Laobutu held high the flag of "Generalissimo Fengtian Conquering the Barbarians" and fluttered in the wind. But he was like an old oak tree rooted in the soil, motionless.

"Who is this? He is quite as powerful as the flag-waving troops in Nan'an Bo Taizu's army."

"Back to Your Majesty. This is the Captain of the Boy's Army and the Captain of Qingchao. He follows the Xunwei Liu Yu to Tuo Yongning Temple Monument, Fumu Luhan Mountain Guard, and the Shutu of Huli Pingzhai."

"Reward."

Later, I saw several riders running wildly in front of the formation, jumping directly over the dug trench, rushing from the blasted slope to the outer wall of the bastion, and picked up a man who was knocked unconscious by the blast. The Rakshasa soldiers of the past, tucked under their arms, ran back and forth, showing off their power.

Du Feng followed Liu Yu's suggestion of "showing off with all your strength when it's time to show off." He was not afraid of any special punishment if he did so. Instead, he worked hard and risked being hit by lead bullets from the city. Dangerous, he dragged the unconscious Cossack back and forth several times in front of the formation, receiving bursts of applause.

Mantou didn't have such good riding skills, but he still rode forward and climbed the city with all his strength.

Being in the limelight under the emperor's nose depends on the situation. At this time, you can play the zither casually. The more cheerful you are, the happier the emperor will be.

The battle is not over yet, but it is almost over. All that is left is the finishing work in the city. The Rakshasa people should soon raise their flags and surrender.

Li Gan looked at the big flag standing in the wind for a full quarter of an hour, and realized that the Rakshasa people's counterattack had failed.

The failure of the counterattack meant that the battle was over.

He turned around and said calmly to the Mongolian nobles: "The soldiers have defeated the enemy."

The Mongolian nobles were stunned.

Is this the end?

They had not personally attacked the Rakshasa castle, but they had heard from the Buryats how terrifying the Rakshasa castle was.

They themselves also knew that not to mention such a castle, even a normal city, these Mongolian tribes, which had degenerated back into a tribal state and lost all their agricultural land and handicraft base, could not capture it.

The Dzungars are so terrifying, aren't they still retreating in front of Rakshasa?

Twenty thousand people besieged the Rakshasa's castle, and it took a whole year to besiege it, and the commander was Lingdun Dobu who made these Khalkhas fearful and could stop children from crying at night!

But the Rakshasa Castle, which left the Junggar people helpless and unimaginable, was captured like this?

Unbelievably, a rider galloped back from the front, holding a blue flag and deliberately shouting victory in Mongolian.

"Report! The Rakshasa Castle has been captured! Nineteen of our troops were killed and 37 injured. Of the 609 Rakshasa defenders, only 320 surrendered, and the rest were all killed!"

Just as the news of victory fell, a group of soldiers covered in blood, carrying a lot of heads, rumbled to the high platform.

"Behead the enemy and repay your kindness! This is the case for all those who disobey the power of heaven!"

The sound of heads falling to the ground was heard, and more and more heads were piled in front of the high platform. The sound slowly changed from a thump to a pop. More than 200 heads were piled up into the shape of a small pyramid, and the strong smell of blood hit the nostrils.

This is the smell of grassland conquest, barbaric and natural. Just like these human heads will turn into mud and rot into bones sooner or later, nourishing pasture and fattening cattle and sheep.

The Khalkha Mongols had forgotten this natural and wild taste, and their dusty memories were once again awakened at this time.

Either surrender or conquer, this is the law of the grassland, as eye-catching as the heads piled into hillocks.

The bloody smell of human heads had not dissipated, and the Khalkha nobles had not yet woken up from the shock. Another rider came galloping over from a distance, still speaking in Mongolian.

"Report! Our army destroyed the Second Rakshasa Fort in Heilongjiang, captured more than 400 Rakshasa people, and beheaded 400 more!"

"Report! Our army captured King Rakshasa's adopted son, Petrovich Hannibal!"

"Report! Our eastern navy has advanced along the river and has surrounded the old capital of Sauron Khanate."

These riders who reported victory were like parts on a gear, and the time between each victory was only a few minutes, leaving these Mongolian nobles in an unbelievable state of astonishment.

The trumpet sounded, and a dark group of prisoners in the distance moved towards this direction.

The leader, a man as black as charcoal, wearing a gorgeous Russian military uniform, walked near the high platform and presented his saber.

More Cossack prisoners put back on their original military uniforms and arrived under the high platform in rows and rows under the surveillance of the guards.

Some Cossacks who had been paid, or were forced by death, all knelt down in front of the high platform, reciting some of the content they had been paid to memorize in broken Chinese as if they were reciting a text.

Some soldiers threw all the captured Cossack sabers, muskets, etc. to the stage, and two Cossack flags were also thrown down.

I don’t know who took the lead, or maybe it was Li Gan’s advance arrangement.

He knelt on the ground and shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty is full of martial virtue and strategic planning. You defeated a city of 600 people with less than 20 casualties. It is rare in the world! Long live our emperor, and the country will be forever secure!"

With the leader shouting, almost all the guards, nobles, and generals nearby knelt down and shouted in unison.

The sound was deafening, and before the Mongolian nobles could recover, Li Gan suddenly turned around.

He looked directly at the Mongolian nobles who were sitting or standing because of surprise.

Boom boom boom...

The artillery that had stopped in the distance also roared at this time.

The slight vibration caused the unstable human head tower to collapse suddenly, making a plop plop sound, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air again.

The Khalkha nobles who were stared at by Li Gan finally reacted and knelt down together.

"Long live our emperor, and the country will be forever secure!"

Li Gan signaled everyone to stand up, but after the Mongolian nobles stood up, without any prelude, he directly asked the ceremonial officer to recite the words of worship according to the standard etiquette of "five bows and three kowtows".

The ceremonial officer sang as a matter of course, no different from usual, like a numb and daily job.

Li Gan stood there waiting for kowtows as a matter of course, no different from usual, like a numb and daily job.

Those Khalkha nobles who had already stood up did not feel any surprise or discomfort. On the grassland with cannon sounds as music and human heads as pillars, they almost subconsciously obeyed the ceremonial officer's shouts and knelt down again.

The same naturalness as a matter of course.

Five bows and three kowtows.

In the distance, there were bursts of cannon fire and the castle was in ruins. They understood that from this moment on, the fate of the grassland could no longer be dominated by Genghis Khan's descendants.

I knew the emperor of the Central Plains would bow five times and kowtow three times, but only this time did I kneel down and bow completely and obediently.

In the distance, four elephants and lions that were transported from the capital at a high cost roared.

These Khalkha nobles who had read the Yellow Sect Buddhist scriptures for many years but had never really seen elephants and lions, looked at the elephants in the royal garden in the distance, looked at the hot air balloons that had become familiar but still sacred in the past few days, and crawled on the ground again, chanting the names of various Bodhisattvas and Dharma Kings.

The musicians blew the sound of the battle formation, and with the power of breaking the city and offering captives, some issues that were originally difficult to discuss were finally easy to discuss.

For this day, the Dashun court had been preparing for a full five years, and the money and grain consumed for this time were at least two or three million taels.

But if the deal was settled, even if it was ten times more, it would be worth it.

Liu Yu was not qualified to participate in this scene, and could only watch from afar.

On the alliance stage, the emperor sat and the Khalkha nobles knelt, and no one knew what they were talking about.

About an hour later, the drums and music sounded again, and some eunuchs and palace maids came out to clean up the table that had just been spilled, and various dishes began to be sent up continuously.

The kneeling Khalkha nobles all sat down, and the pile of heads that couldn't eat at all were also cleared away.

The laughter began again.

Liu Yu understood that this should be a deal. He was not qualified to know what was discussed specifically.

But the Khalkha tribe would definitely make the greatest concessions. Because they had completely lost the room for bargaining with Dashun.

Originally, there was the option of surrendering to Russia, but now this option has been wiped out by the gorgeous fireworks created by the four thousand kilograms of gunpowder just now.

As the emperor, he would not make up a son of the Rakshasa king for bragging. Even the son of the Rakshasa king was captured, and the Rakshasa Castle, which seemed indestructible to the Khalkha people, did not even kill twenty Dashun soldiers, so what else was there to talk about?

Surrender to Russia to be cannon fodder, eat snow, be forced to conscript to the European battlefield, or fight the Turks to death and convert to Orthodoxy?

Or surrender and be awarded an official title, a title, and rewards every year, follow Dashun to destroy Junggar, divide its tribes, and let the descendants be awarded a few more barons?

This is already a tilted balance, and with this vigorous victory, the other end of the scale finally fell into the void.

Even if more than 10,000 people did not fight, even if they just marched armed to the vicinity of Buyuer Lake, it has proved the national strength of Dashun. This battle was just the last push to turn the rotten wood into dust.

In addition to the rewards and titles, a little-noticed detail shows Dashun's future plans for the grassland issue.

Xie Wuji, Marquis of Zichuan, became the first governor of Shiwei, and the court did not set up a governor's office or a protectorate.

In the places where the grasslands of various tribes intersect, it is stipulated that the places where fixed farming and military settlements are allowed are all under the jurisdiction of the governor of Shiwei.

The governor of Xiwei, who was the Marquis of Zichuan, was nominally equal to several Mongolian nobles, and could not interfere in tribal affairs, nor did he have jurisdiction over the cavalry of the Khalkha tribes.

He could not manage it, as there were special departments in the capital to manage it. He was the governor of Xiwei just to declare that one day, when the population increased, Dashun would set up a province here in the future.

Although it was only military control now, the scattered military land made the Mongolia in Mobei no longer a complete geographical concept.

The Marquis of Zichuan, who presided over the construction of post stations, grain stations, and roads in Liaodong for five years, was probably still doing his old job in Liaodong for the time being.

On the alliance platform, Li Gan, who was enjoying the most glorious moment in his eight years on the throne, glanced around.

Liu Yu seemed to be invisible, and his figure could not be found at all.

Li Gan nodded in satisfaction at this invisibility.

He turned around and continued to enjoy the pleasure brought by this power and prestige, which could not be matched by anything else. It was like a pee that had been held back for five years, and finally released freely at this moment.