Ming Zuo

Chapter 1570
The Khalkha Mongols retreated.

With endless despair.

Longyuan City gave them an unforgettable experience in their lifetime, and it was also engraved in their nightmares.

3000 people died under this city, but they didn't even gnaw off the wall, which showed the incompetence of the Mongols.

But they are also very wronged.

They tried their best!

Attack, night attack, set fire...

Everything imaginable was tried, but to no avail.

It is too cold in the wild in winter, and the thin tents of the Mongols can't hold up at all.

After more than 2000 people froze to death overnight, the three leaders insisted on withdrawing their troops regardless of Hauge's objection.

They are just ordinary Mongols, very different from their ancestor Genghis Khan.

Maybe when Genghis Khan came, facing such a city, he would not be much better than them.

Despair spread among the Khalkha Mongols.

Because they understand that when the weather warms up, the Wehrmacht will come back with a vengeance.

In war, how can one only hit others without fighting back?
The question is, when they beat the Wehrmacht, they were beaten to death. When the Wehrmacht beat them, could they withstand it?

If they can't stand it, where do they go?
Although the grassland is huge, the Mongols still feel suffocated.

Nijinsky frantically scribbled on paper whenever he stopped.

He believed that the governor would be terrified when he saw these things, and His Majesty the King of Moscow would be similar when he saw them.

Russia's vigorous eastward expansion movement seems to be in trouble.

Hauge looked helplessly at the overwhelming white snow, and watched the last warrior of the Qing Dynasty turning into a sculpture in the wasteland.

He can't go back to Liaodong, and he can't return to Qing Dynasty.

Can't even see the future.

Xu Yaqing didn't know when she appeared, and no one was alarmed.

Hauge is very envious of her ability.

After all, in the bare wasteland, she was able to sneak into the barracks without making a sound.

"You are so powerful, can't you kill Zuo Menggeng?"

"He is even stronger. I still can't understand the defense around him."

Xu Yaqing is a woman, although she is proud, she doesn't mind admitting that she is inferior to others.

So Hauge sighed even more deeply.

"I don't think you need to worry about Zuo Menggeng for the time being, after all, you will die soon."

Hauge is no longer stupid.

After all, suffering makes people grow.

"Want to trade my head for a chance to live?"

"Do you want to?"

"No one wants their head to be taken without warning."

"Then you can strike first."

"There are too many Mongols."

"But they are not of one mind."

"Don't the lamas think so?"

"You know, when lamas defend their own interests, they are always more determined than princes and nobles. After all, princes and nobles are politicians, but lamas still have faith."

"If they can't bear it, they can leave!"

"Where are you going? There is no place for them on the plateau."

"Oh, they are all desperate poor people!"

Before returning to Hulan, the Mongols suddenly lost their temperature, and they dyed the snowy field red with their own blood.

Not only were they unable to defeat the Wehrmacht, they also had no power to resist Hauge's surprise attack.

In this regard, Hauge has inherited a lot from Huang Taiji.

The heads of Gonpo, Subadi, and Shuo Lei were neatly piled on the wasteland, but it is absolutely impossible to survive this winter.

The surviving Mongols lost their souls. Even though there were still tens of thousands of them, they obediently obeyed the command of Hauge and Xu Yaqing, and rushed towards Hulan in the wind and snow.

In Erdenizhao, King Gyaltsan held a grand Buddhist meeting.

The nobles of Khalkha Mongolia all flocked here, hoping to see the future direction clearly from the mouth of the Buddha.

The fire in Erdenizhao showed that the path guided by Buddha leads to hell.

The Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain also felt that the gates of hell were opening to them.

The emperor came to Hubei, so the Taoist priests put on the most exquisite Taoist robes and cleaned up and down Wudang Mountain spotlessly.

As a result, the emperor did not come, and went directly to Yueyang from Wuchang.

Local officials from Wudang Mountain came and looked at the Taoist priests with disgust.

"The emperor doesn't like Taoist priests who live on the mountain. Monks, lamas, and imams are all the same. I want to live and move."

The Taoist priests trembled.

The next day, the number of Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain decreased by two-thirds.

They put on the most shabby clothes, scriptures were contained in the package, and long swords were slung around their waists, heading west and west.

After all, if they don't go, there will be no more Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain.

At the same time, in Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi, Zhang Tianshi also put away his compass and talisman paper, and took out his rusty sword.

After grinding for three full days and three nights, the sword saw light again.

Then he took 36 disciples all the way to the south, boarded a boat in Fuzhou, and threw himself into the sea.

For these commotions, Zuo Menggeng didn't have any feelings.

Standing on the Yueyang Tower, looking at the misty Dongting Lake, he always felt lack of momentum.

"Your Majesty is here, please leave the calligraphy."

Zuo Menggeng did not listen to the compliments from the local elders.

"Fan Wenzheng's jewels are in front of me, and I can't surpass anything I write, so I won't be ridiculous."

The elders smiled awkwardly, instinctively feeling something was wrong.

Sure enough, the emperor pointed to Dongting Lake and said what they were worried about.

"Dongting Lake is much smaller, it won't work, it has to be restored."

One of the elders panicked.

"These are all the rations of the local people."

Zuo Menggeng's face was cold.

"If you want rations, go to Liaodong, Taiwan, and Luzon. Dongting Lake must be restored to what it should be."

Some of the elders were sad and angry.

"It's killing people."

Zuo Menggeng's eyes were like knives.

"Is it enough to kill 20?"

The elders threw themselves down one after another, not daring to speak again.

On the same day, the emperor's decree was quickly conveyed to the surrounding area of ​​Dongting Lake.

Returning farmland to lakes, not a single inch of land is allowed.

At the same time, similar edicts took effect in Poyang Lake, Taihu Lake, Chaohu Lake, Hongze Lake and other places.

No matter how many people cry, they can't stop the emperor's will.

The surplus population was loaded onto ships and left home forever.

The big family was also dismantled and scattered all over the world.

The empire was still benevolent and gave them the right to choose.

And just this summer, there was no flooding in Dongting Lake, nor in Poyang Lake.

The same is true in the Yangtze River Basin, even though this year's precipitation is more than three times that of previous years.

Dongting Lake seems to become magnificent overnight, so that the setting sun is printed on the lake, and it is magnificent for hundreds of miles.

Because of this incident, the people in Huguang did not have a good impression of the emperor.

While eating the peppers they grew at home, they cursed at the emperor, and at the same time missed their relatives who had gone thousands of miles away.

No one noticed that there was more rice in the basin than before, and the half-sized child ate his stomach full and still had some leftovers.

The emperor who was not nearby didn't care about such scolding, and the passing officials just smiled when they heard such scolding.

If cruelty can be exchanged for beauty, the emperor, the government, and officials are all willing to do it.

(End of this chapter)