When Ah Min was fighting with He Zhuo on the southern side of Qingcheng, the Mongolian herdsmen in the northern part of the city often didn't know why there was a rumbling thunder coming from the south. But when Ah Min was defeated, the more than 100,000 herdsmen gathered in Qingcheng were immediately frightened and fled in all directions.
The war progressed faster than anyone expected. The Mongolians, who were used to attacking, immediately became terrified when they realized that their attack was not good. And when the Jurchen realized that they couldn't win, they also quickly fell into disarray. These barbarians were actually not good at fighting defensive battles. Once their attack failed, they could only flee.
When Ah Min fled, He Zhuo immediately gave the order to chase after him. The 30,000 Han soldiers chased after the Mongolians for a day and a night. Their good organization allowed them to unleash a powerful fighting force. The Han cavalry even chased for more than 200 li and captured tens of thousands of Mongolians and Jurchen.
Most of those who fled were young Mongolians. They abandoned their cattle, sheep, tents, women, and children and wandered alone in the grassland. When they realized that they were alone, they realized how terrible this disaster was. Without a tribe, they couldn't survive.
Inside the fence of Qingcheng, the heads of more than a dozen Karaqin leaders were hung high. He Zhuo refused the surrender of the Khalaqin tribe's Djibulgadu. His head was hung at the highest point, his teeth bared, his eyes widened, and his face twisted, as if he could not believe what had happened even before his death.
The captured Mongolians passed by the heads of these leaders and looked at these once high and mighty nobles with disbelief in their eyes. These nobles were all dead. The Han mercilessly executed them. And the one who gave the order was a woman from the grassland. He Zhuo stood on a watchtower and used a loudspeaker to announce who was the new owner of this place from now on.
"From now on, this land belongs to the 'Revolutionary Army'. It belongs to the Grand Marshal Zhou Qingfeng of the 'Revolutionary Army'. I am He Zhuo from the Yehe Tribe, and also Zhou Qingfeng's woman. My man ordered me to lead an army to conquer the grassland. You can either stay and be obedient people, or run away and become enemies. If you want to be an enemy, then wait for us to eliminate you. If you want to be an obedient citizen, you'd better listen to what I'm about to say. "
He Zhuo was proficient in Manchurian and Mongolian languages, her reputation on the prairie was even greater than Zhou Qingfeng's. The herdsmen nearby were amazed by her beauty. When they heard her say that she was' He Zhuo of Yehe tribe ', they immediately knew who she was.
"From today onwards, there will be no more headmen on the grassland. Taiji, Bei Le. The vermin that had ruled this land for generations would be completely wiped out. The Revolutionary Army would send officials to control the grassland. All the horse herders would no longer have to pay heavy taxes, nor would they need to spend a high price to buy tea, salt, cloth, and ironware from the headman. These goods will be sold directly to you by the Han. "
If these words were said by an ordinary Han, the Mongols would not believe it. But He Zhuo, who had just won a battle, naturally had the right to give orders to these Mongolians. The captured Mongolians also acknowledged the privileges of the victors. Obeying the strong had been the rule of the grassland for thousands of years, and there was nothing wrong with it.
He Zhuo was stationed at Qingcheng, a hundred kilometers away from the Yanshan mountain range and two hundred kilometers from Xifengkou. The pressure on the logistics of the 30,000 strong army was immense. She no longer rashly advanced and changed to expanding on the spot. The militia began to rebuild Qingcheng, turning this Mongolian city into a Han city. Under the protection of the cavalry, the migrant workers transported goods and materials from the capital to Qingcheng.
Military occupation was only temporary, economic occupation was fundamental. He Zhuo had studied under Zhou Qingfeng for more than a year and had learned a lot. On the night the Han army won, He Zhuo released some of the Mongolian herdsmen, women, and children, allowing them to take their cows and sheep with them. At the same time, he expressed his willingness to trade with them.
He Zhuo also encouraged the captured Mongolians to expose their former leaders. As long as they captured the tribal leaders who had oppressed them in the past, they would be given an iron pot to verify their identity. The poor Mongolians were all very poor, a single iron pot was enough to make them sell their lives for it.
As for the herdsmen who were unwilling to stay, it was not difficult to let them leave. This was not contradictory to the ongoing pursuit. One was to win the hearts of the people, the other was to destroy the morale of the people. This was the concept of 'those who obey me will prosper, those who oppose me will die'. One soft and the other hard, the effect was excellent.
Most of the Mongolians chose to stay. Firstly, it was a tradition, and secondly, there were practical benefits. As many tribal leaders were executed, more Mongolians came to pledge their loyalty to He Zhuo. In history, Lindan Khan was killed by Hwang Tae-gil. In the end, his territory was occupied by Hwang Tae-gil, his wife was slept with by Hwang Tae-gil, his children were beaten by Hwang Tae-gil, and his subordinates were under Hwang Tae-gil's control.
The Mongolians were even harmed by the Manchurian Qing's' population reduction 'policy for more than two hundred years. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there were more than a million Mongolians. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there were still more than a million Mongolians. Even at such a tragic time, no Mongolians complained.
What ethnic hatred? There was no such thing. It was very harmonious!
With a strong military force to maintain order, the situation in Qingcheng stabilized overnight. He Zhuo's gaze turned to the east. One was Jinzhou, the other was Guangning. Further east was Shenyang, where Nurhachi was.
At sunset, a strong wind blew across the plains. Lu Xiangsheng and Sun Chuanting stood by the fence outside the city, speechless for a long time. The corpses on the battlefield were still there, but the fighting spirit of the Mongolians had already disappeared. Where was the momentum they had when they swept across Europe and Asia? Even if Temujin came back to life, there was nothing he could do.
"I've studied for twenty years for nothing. If I hadn't gone with the army this time, I wouldn't have known that the world is so vast." Sun Chuanting sighed. "I really want to bring my father and brothers here to see the world together. Only then will I know that what we've learned is really shallow."
Lu Xiangsheng smiled bitterly and scratched his head. "I've always been very conceited. When I was in my hometown, I was praised by people and thought that I was well-versed in both the pen and the sword. The world was mine to roam, and I've never admired anyone. Today on the battlefield, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was very shameful. Thinking about the past, I felt really ashamed. Now I know that the Revolutionary Army has many talents. I'm really not as good as them. "
In front of the two of them was a bonfire of cow dung. Groups of Mongolians were squeezing in front of a few stalls to do business with the Han soldiers. During the day, they were still fighting each other with their weapons, but in the blink of an eye, they were actually bargaining.
In winter, everything would wither. The cattle and sheep on the plains would lose fat, and they would easily freeze to death. The cattle and sheep brought by the herdsmen were very thin, but they were also eager to exchange for necessities. The Han army was not a caravan. They didn't have many goods to trade, but as long as they could spare some logistics, they would be able to satisfy the needs of the Mongolians.
There was no other way. The Revolutionary Army was really rich in this era. Dealing with a market that even lacked salt was not a problem at all. Not to mention that He Zhuo had already ordered the rear to immediately mobilize resources. The Revolutionary Army was even more prepared to protect the frontlines.
He Zhuo's 30,000 men brought a lot of salt. They were wrapped in oiled paper, and each bag was about one kilogram. A Mongolian herdsman dipped his finger in the salt and put it in his mouth. After licking it, he immediately pulled his two cows over. The cows were put down on the ground. He carried the bag of salt and left.
The soldier who set up the stall let out a few sighs, but the herdsman with the salt walked even faster. The soldier had no choice but to chase after him. He stuffed the other bag of salt into the herdsman's hand and shouted: "We have military orders. We will trade fairly. We will not cheat people."
The herdsman looked at the two bags of salt in his arms and was stunned. He spoke in Mongolian that no one could understand. After a while, he returned to the stall and handed back a bag of salt. He said 'tea'. The soldier who set up the stall immediately understood. He took back the bag of salt and handed back two big tea bricks. The herdsman was immediately overjoyed. He bowed to the soldier and treated him like the leader of the tribe.
Lu Sun and Sun Chuanting sighed when they saw this scene. Sun Chuanting laughed in a low voice: "Our Grand Marshal is really good at buying people's hearts. He directly gives people benefits so that the enemy can't hate him even if they want to. They were beaten up by him and many people died, but they still have to say good things about him. "
"This is really because he has food in his hands. He doesn't panic." Lu Xiangsheng also laughed. "Last year was a bumper harvest. The people can store some food in their homes. Even the peasant workers in the army eat better than the officials. I have never seen anyone who would give the peasant workers fish and meat, but this' Revolutionary Army 'can do so. "
Sun Chuanting said again: "In the past, I always felt that the barbarians in the north must be arrogant and difficult to tame. Now it seems that it is not difficult to make them stable. It is no different from managing the people in the Central Plains. "
"Only the Revolutionary Army can do this. If it were someone else, it would be impossible. "Lu Xiangsheng thought of the past Daming and immediately shook his head.
Although night fell, the temporary market stall was still bustling with business. The Han army's carriages were pulled over. A large number of cattle, sheep and horses purchased on the spot were directly loaded and transported south overnight. As long as they were fed more fodder in the spring, these animals could quickly gain weight and their value would double. Whether it was for their own use or resale, the Revolutionary Army could make a profit.
Some herdsmen did not have cattle, horses and sheep, so they even brought their wives and children to sell. The soldier who set up the stall refused on the spot, but said that he was willing to hire people to do some chores and give some pay. An army of 30,000 people always had to do some dirty work. In addition, the army also needed some guides and guides. In short, they needed the cooperation of the local herdsmen.
In short, a new force coming to the grassland was bound to cause earth-shaking changes.
At the same time, night fell. Abatai and his men who escaped from the battlefield were in a miserable situation. Of the thirty thousand Jurchens, only about five thousand managed to escape with him. The rest of them had all gone missing. But because these 5,000 people were too big a target, they soon attracted the pursuit of the Han army's infantry and cavalry.
A small number of Han cavalry had been sticking to Abatai's men. Behind them were two infantry battalions of the National Defense Army in carriages. In order to survive, Abatai had to cut off his tail to survive. He used his men as bait to lead the Han army away. After so many times, there were less than 2,000 Jurchens who could gather around him.
Amin died. She died on the back of Abatai's horse. This second Beilei of the Jin Dynasty was hit by more than a dozen bullets, even the steel balls of artillery shells. It was a miracle that he was not blown to pieces on the spot, but he still bled to death.
Degler was dead. Zilharang was dead. More and more of the 'invincible' Jurchens died. The invincible legend of the Jin Dynasty was completely shattered.
What should he do next?
Abatai did not know. He only knew that this time his family was really in big trouble.
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