Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Although the Butha General Manager's Office was temporarily moved from Qiqihar, it was fully furnished. General Manager Hongji was very good at managing his life, and he moved all the things in the office here, even the two stone lions at the gate were not discarded, and they were placed at the gate, which was quite majestic.

Kenzhe Ule glanced at the two stone lions and walked in calmly. "Three lieutenants, please stay. Please take off your weapons and go to the main hall. Your subordinates should also take off their weapons and stay in the courtyard," the gatekeeper Fendeboshiku coldly blocked his way.

"Well, it should be so~it should be so~" the old captain smiled, took off his sword and ordered his subordinates to take off their swords and hand them to the one who was assigned to Boshiku, then asked his subordinates to wait in the large courtyard of the General Administration Office, and only brought five or six personal attendants into the main hall. There were more than two hundred warriors brought by the captains of the Yakut, Oroqen and other tribes in the large courtyard, and it was crowded for a while.

Entering the main hall, I saw Hongji, the chief steward of Butha of the Qing Dynasty, and Mengede, the deputy governor, sitting in the middle; Zamusu, the deputy chief steward, sat in front of the two on the left, and below him sat the five abas under his charge: Amantai, the chief steward of Yakut Alla Aba, Dular, the chief steward of Tukedun Aba, Nahata, the chief steward of Oroqen Yalu Aba, Samakir, the chief steward of Jiqin Aba, and Bayigeiri, the chief steward of Toqin Aba; and Beile, the deputy chief steward, sat in front of the two on the right, and below him sat the three abas under his charge of the Daur tribe. Kenzhe Ule, Anggacha, and Wumubuledai calmly came to their seats and sat down, waiting for their superior to speak.

"I have invited you all here today because I have something to inform you of." Seeing that everyone was present, the general manager Hong Ji took a sip of tea and spoke slowly: "I have just received the military order from Marshal Bahai. Each Zalan and Aba must send 200 soldiers. After organizing the troops, they must immediately rush to Ningguta to help in the battle. This year, they do not need to pay the tribute of minks to the court. It can be used as resettlement expenses for the newly recruited soldiers."

"Manager, sable fur is indeed valuable in the hands of merchants, but it is a common item locally. I'm afraid the warriors will not be willing to use the tribute sable as resettlement fees," said Dular, the captain of Tukedun.

"Yes, the Qing Dynasty has been conscripting our men to go to war every year. Now there are not many men in the tribe. It is really difficult to send another 200 men," said Jiqin Zuoling Samakiel with embarrassment.

Seeing their objection, Kenzhewule's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, but his face was as calm as water.

"It's not that the court is unwilling to provide food and wages for the soldiers to settle down, but the journey is too long and the food and wages from the rear cannot be transported here for the time being, so we came up with the idea of ​​using tribute minks instead of food and wages. It's just a stopgap measure. Once we defeat the Wei army and restore contact with the interior, food and wages will naturally be transported in continuously. By then, are you still worried about the lack of your resettlement expenses? What? Are you two unwilling to share the worries of the court?" Deputy Governor Meng Ede glared at Dulal and Samakil and played the good cop.

“I dare not,” the two men said when they saw this and sat down angrily.

Seeing that Meng Ede had suppressed the two leading Yakut and Oroqen leaders, Hong Ji breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Kenzhe Ule, the head of the Nenjiang Daurde Dule tribe, with a smile: "What does Kenzhe Ule Zuoling think?"

"I am an official of the Qing Dynasty and I am paid by the Qing Dynasty, so naturally I have to listen to the Qing Dynasty. I will do whatever the general manager says," Kenzhe Ule expressed his opinion obediently.

"Great! You are all very understanding. I will report your loyalty to the court. Please start recruiting soldiers immediately after you return and send qualified soldiers to the General Administration Office as soon as possible." Seeing that things were going well, Hong Ji stroked his beard happily and picked up the tea bowl. According to official rules, this was the end of the meeting and the guests were sent off.

"General, I have something else to report to you," Kenzhe Ule suddenly stood up, holding a letter in his hand, and slowly walked towards Hongji, as if he had an official document to hand over.

"Oh, what else does Lord Kenzhe Ulezo want to say?" Hong Ji didn't care.

Kenzhe Ule walked forward slowly. He looked sixty, probably because he didn't take good care of himself. He was in his fifties. He swayed with every step, as if the wind could blow him away. "There's an unjust case that I want to ask the chief steward to make a decision on," he said leisurely.

"What kind of injustice is this? Just tell me and I will make the decision for you," Hong Qingtian said majestically, showing his official authority.

"In the fifth and eighth years of Chongde, the Qing Dynasty twice attacked my Dedule tribe without reason, burning, killing and looting. Why did my people commit such a crime to deserve such torture?" The old Kenzhe Ule's voice was sinister, like a ghost from hell.

"What are you talking about?" Hongji was stunned. Old Kenzhe Ule took out a hunting knife from his bosom and chopped at his neck. The knife was fast and fierce. He was not an old man at all, but an agile hunter. "Ah~" Butha chief steward only had time to shout before his head rolled down.

"Attack!" Kenzhe Ule shouted fiercely. Anggacha, Wumubuledai and the five or six followers they brought with them all drew their hunting knives and attacked the Qing officials and soldiers present.

Inside the courtyard, two hundred warriors of the Dedule tribe who heard the noise also took up their swords and rushed to the main hall. Someone fired a signal arrow, and six hundred Dedule warriors hiding outside the yamen quickly surrounded the general yamen after receiving the signal. They immediately killed the Qing soldiers who were trying to escape.

"How dare you!" Deputy Governor Meng Ede hurriedly drew his sword, but Anggacha, who had already targeted him, rushed up to him and chopped him in half with one sword.

As soon as the deputy general manager Zamusu fled to the main hall gate, he was hacked to death by the Dedule warriors who came out from the yard.

Another deputy general manager, Beler, was very smart. Seeing that the situation was not right, he immediately knelt down and begged, "Captain Kenzhe Ule, we can talk it out. I have always treated you Daur people well."

"What the deputy steward said is very true. You have indeed treated us well. You and the steward should increase the tribute of minks to the court by 50% every year. Hehe~" Kenzhe Ule sneered.

"Mercy, mercy, mercy!" Beler was so frightened that he began to tremble. However, fear was useless. After a flash of white light, his head also rolled down.

"If I spare you, how can I be worthy of the people who died in these years?" Kenzhewule wiped the blade on Beler's body with a grim smile, looking at the five Yakut and Oroqen tribal leaders who were at a loss in the main hall, "My Nenjiang Daur tribe has already surrendered to the David Kingdom, where do you want to go?"

The five leaders turned pale with fear. Dular and Samakir looked at each other and the leader said, "We, the five Aba tribesmen, are willing to follow you and surrender to the Wei Dynasty."

"Brother, all the Qing troops in the yamen have been dealt with. More than fifty Manchus have been captured, and the Yakut and Oroqen soldiers in the big yard have also been put under custody," Umubuledai stepped forward to report.

"Good!" Kenzhe Ule praised and looked at Dulal, Amantai, Samaqir, Nahata, and Bayigeiri with a smile, "If you really want to follow me back to Wei, you have to show some sincerity."

"Please give us your orders and we will obey them," the five of them said in unison.

"Well, this time we captured more than fifty Manchu soldiers and killed them all. Then I will believe that you are sincere in following me back to Wei," Kenzhe Ule sneered.

The five lieutenants knew that if they did not kill the fifty or so Qing soldiers, they would be killed themselves. Without hesitation, they led their own troops to kill them all.

A strong smell of blood filled the Butha General Manager's Office. Old Kenzhe Ule took a deep breath and laughed loudly, "What a relief! I haven't felt this relieved in many years!" (End of this chapter)