Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Seeing Kenzhewule expressed his willingness to surrender, Norbu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before coming to Deduer, he had already been to the Barhu tribe. The leaders were polite, but they just refused to surrender to the Wei, fantasizing about maintaining neutrality between the Qing and Wei countries. As for the Buryat tribes, they have always been arrogant and unruly, and it is estimated that the possibility of surrendering to the Wei is extremely low. If a breakthrough cannot be made with the Daur people, it is estimated that this trip will only return in vain. If the mission to pacify the Solon tribes in the northwest fails, won't it leave an impression of incompetence in front of the Khan? He said gratefully: "Thank you Abaga for your understanding of the righteousness, but my nephew cannot return to Hetuala at the moment, and must rush to the Barguzin River to persuade the Buryat tribes to surrender to the Wei."

"Haha, my dear nephew Barguzinhe, you don't have to go. I just said that I would give the Khan a generous gift for this reason. I am willing to persuade the Barhu and Buryat tribes as well as the Yakut and Oroqen people near Butha. You just go back to Hetuala and ask the Khan to wait for good news," Kenzheule smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched out by his smile.

"I will report your loyalty to the Khan, and the Khan will certainly welcome you at Hetuala," Norbu was overjoyed and happily led his entourage back to report the good news.

As soon as he left, Kenzhe Ule and Anggacha immediately invited Nemoerzalan's deputy commander Wumubuledai to Duboqianzalan for a drink. At the beginning, the Qing Dynasty forcibly relocated the four Mukuns of the Daurde Dule tribe in the Jieya River basin to Nenjiang and organized them into three zalans. Duboqianzalan and Moridengzalan were led by Kenzhe Ule and Anggacha, who were willing to surrender. Nemoerzalan's attitude was unclear and had to be made clear.

Kenzhe Ule was highly respected in the Nenjiang Daurde Dule tribe. They were all poor people who had left their homes and were all relatives. Wumubuledai did not suspect anything and happily attended the banquet. Sure enough, the big tent had roasted lambs and served wine. The three leaders drank heartily and soon became drunk.

"Oh! I really miss the days when I used to herd horses and hunt on the Jieya River (Jingqili River)! There were sables and white sables everywhere, and there were also quite a few sables. We could just hunt some furs and sell them to merchants, and that would be enough for the tribe to eat!" Kenzhe Ule suddenly spoke slowly.

"Yes, at that time the people lived freely. They didn't have to look at the Manchus' eyes or pay tribute of minks," Anggacha agreed while drunk.

"My two brothers, please be careful with your words." Upon hearing this, Wumubuledai broke out in a cold sweat. He had always been timid and was afraid of angering the Qing Dynasty and bringing about a catastrophic disaster.

"Umubuledai, have you forgotten the two massacres in the fifth and eighth years of Chongde? How many of our people died at the hands of the Qing army, and how many were abducted and became slaves of the Eight Banners! We were forced to leave our homes and move here, and how many people died along the way. Don't you remember?" Anggacha was furious.

"How dare I forget what you two brothers said? But now it is the Qing Dynasty's world. If I don't speak carefully, I'm afraid disaster will come!" Wumubuledai explained hurriedly.

"Bring it in," Kenzhe Ule smiled and ordered people to carry in a batch of rare items from the tribes outside the Great Wall, such as ironware, cotton cloth, and tea, and took out a document of appointment as a captain of a hundred households.

"What is this?" Wumubuledai asked in surprise.

"You may not know it yet, but the guards have conquered Hetuala, and our Mukunda (clan leader, referring to Bayalbuha) who forgot the blood feud and only knew how to flatter Manchuria has died in battle. We have decided to submit to David, and this is the official position and gift granted to you by Lianhua Khan. Do you want to work with us or continue to be a loyal dog of Manchuria? Just give me a clear answer," Kenzhe Ule sneered, holding the hilt tightly. Outside the big tent, a figure appeared faintly.

"Hey, brother, you are putting me on the fire!" Wumubuledai sighed, "We all have the same surname, so why shouldn't we work together? May the Eternal Heaven bless you!"

"Hahaha~ Lotus Khan is the incarnation of Guru Padmasambhava, so Eternal Heaven will naturally bless us!" Seeing that he agreed, Kenzhewul happily made a joke. Then, he and the two leaders quietly prepared and waited for the opportunity.
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After the General Administration Office was moved from Qiqihar to Butha, General Administration Hongji felt relieved. But he left Qiqihar in the name of going to Butha to recruit warriors from the Daur, Yakut, and Oroqen tribes to fight for the Qing Dynasty. Ningguta Angbang Zhangjing Bahai was a ruthless man. If he failed to complete the task of recruiting soldiers, he might lose his life! The Solon tribes lived in poverty, without money or food, how to recruit soldiers? Anxious, he had to consult with Deputy General Administration Zamusu, Beile'er, and Deputy Governor Mengede.

"Don't worry, General Manager. Although the commander didn't give us much money and food, we have already subdued the Solon barbarians in Butha. It's just a matter of conscripting some people. If we order each Zalan and Aba to send 200 people, we can get 1,600 soldiers, and that's it." Deputy Governor Meng Ede has always looked down on the Solon people and advocated forcible conscription. "No, the Solon people are wild and difficult to tame. If we conscript soldiers without giving them money and food, it may cause a civil uprising," Deputy General Manager Zamu Su shook his head.

"Then what do you say we should do? If we miss the mission, the Marshal's sword will not recognize anyone!" Meng Ede asked angrily.

"The Daur, Yakut and Oroqen tribes have not yet paid their tribute of minks this year. In my opinion, we should use soldiers to offset the tribute, and then the captains of the tribes won't say anything," suggested Zamusu.

"Well, this is a good idea. Let each Zalan and Aba provide 200 soldiers instead of tribute martens," Hongji nodded in agreement.

"General, our army has suffered consecutive defeats, and the Nenkorchin tribes have surrendered. I'm worried that people's hearts will be unstable!" Deputy General Beler expressed his concerns.

"What? Did you hear any rumors?" Hong Ji was surprised.

"No, it's just that the pseudo-Khan released a group of Solon soldiers captured in Sarhu a few days ago, including those from the Daur, Yakut and Oroqen tribes, which caused rumors to spread."

"Well, it seems that we should recruit soldiers as soon as possible. While people's hearts are still there, we should quickly train the warriors of various Sauron tribes into an army and take away their young and strong men. Even if the old and children left behind have rebellious intentions, they will not be able to do anything. Pass on my military order, and the captains of each Zalan and Aba must come to the general office to discuss the matter immediately," Hong Ji made a quick decision.
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"Are you all ready?" Kenzhe Ule asked Anggacha and Wumubuledai calmly.

"Brother, the three Zalan warriors, Duboqian, Morideng and Nemor, have gathered, a total of 800 people. We will take 200 people to the general manager's office, and the other 600 people will hide in the houses near the general manager's office. When they receive the signal, they will rush into the office," Anggacha shouted.

"Well, Hongji has always been suspicious. He will definitely ask the warriors to take off their weapons and enter the general manager's office. Tell our men to carry two knives, wear the waist knife outside and hide the hunting knife close to the body. If the guards ask to hand over the weapons, take off the waist knife and bring the hunting knife in," Kenzhe Ule ordered lightly.

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged," Anggacha shouted.

"Brother, do you want to inform the captains of Yakutia and Oroqen?" asked Wumubuledai.

"No, too many people will easily leak secrets. If the Yakuts and Oroqen people are willing to work with us, then fine. If not, we will kill them all," Kenzhe Ule's old eyes flashed with ferocity, just like the young man hunting on the banks of the Jieya River. More than 20 years have passed in a flash. In the two massacres in the fifth and eighth years of Chongde, which family did not have casualties? He clearly remembered the scene of his younger brother dying in his arms after being shot by an arrow. His old father had to lead the tribesmen to kneel on the ground and beg for forgiveness from the Qing army. Then, one by one, they were forced by the Eight Banners soldiers with swords and guns to leave the Jieya River where they had lived for generations and move to the upper reaches of the Nenjiang River. Tribesmen kept dying along the way, and the cries of the Daur people were earth-shaking... Uh~ It's time to settle some accounts! (End of this chapter)