Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

When Katana appeared in front of Wenlun Gege with a sharp blade in hand, she immediately understood what he meant. "Efu, it's really great to die in your hands!" She murmured, tears in her eyes.

"Why-why do that?" Katane asked tremblingly.

"Mao Kao Dai Khan instigated the clan leader to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and surrender to Wei, but I am a princess of the Qing Dynasty. This is my mission and I have to do it," Yiren's voice was firm, without a trace of regret.

"Mission? Who sent you?" Katanai shouted, feeling fooled in his heart.

"I am not a princess of the Qing Dynasty, but the left deputy envoy of the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau of the Thirteen Yamen. It was Eunuch Wu Liangfu who placed me in the Hulunbuir grassland to supervise various departments," Wen Lun told the truth with his head down.

"Wu Liangfu? The eunuch beside the emperor? He thinks highly of me and sent a beautiful woman here from afar," Katana sneered, "So, you are just using me and have no true feelings for me?"

"When I first came to the desolate Hulunbuir from the capital, I was sad and complaining, thinking that my life would be ruined here. But the moment I saw you, I was moved by your courage, perseverance and kindness. Because of you, the boring grassland became a beautiful scenery. I fell in love with this place involuntarily, and many times I really regarded myself as the mistress of the Baiyier clan of the Shima tribe. But I am a Manchu after all. If I have to choose between Manchuria and the Shima tribe, I can only choose Manchuria. Everything is determined by fate, and it is not up to man at all." When she said this, the beautiful and moving Wenlun Gege couldn't help but shed tears.

"Alas! I am the same! Do you know? Today, my father forced me to make a choice. He asked me whether I wanted my father or my wife. I said I could marry another wife, but I only have one father. My heart was broken when I said this, but I had to make a choice," Katanai sighed.

"I don't blame my husband. I hope he can meet a good man in the future," Wen Lun smiled bitterly, "I only hope he can let my servants go. They are not aware of the matter."

"I promise you," Katanai agreed with a choked voice. In order to prevent his beloved from committing a crime, he slashed with a knife. The knife was so fast that before the woman could react, her head had already fallen to the ground.

Looking at the lifeless head, Katanai could no longer control his grief, and tears welled up in his eyes. After an unknown amount of time, he finally held back his grief and came to see his father, holding his beloved wife's head.

"Good! Good! You are worthy of being my son!" Seeing this head, Gentemur was very happy. He patted his son's shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be sad. Manchu women are not of the same mind as us. In a few days, Ama will pick a warm, cheerful and caring Evenk girl for you."

"Please let Wenlun's servants go, they don't know the truth. This is also Wenlun's last wish, and I have already promised her," Katana pleaded.

Looking at his son begging desperately, Gentemur's eyes rolled and he agreed readily, "My son is so kind-hearted. Okay, Father agrees to you. I will order people to release Wenlun's servants now."

"Thank you, Ama."

"There is no need to thank each other between father and son. The dead do not bear grudges. You should find a good coffin and bury Wen Lun's body."

"Thank you, Father, for your mercy," Katanai felt a lump in his throat and held the head in his hands and walked away.

After he left, Gentemur called his nephew Tokurtai and said, "Your brother is too kindhearted and wants to release Wenlun's servants. Can those people be released easily? There may be Manchu spies among them. If the news that we killed Wenlun is leaked to the Qing court, it will bring disaster to the tribe." "What does uncle plan to do?" Tokurtai asked.

"Tomorrow you will take a team of people and pretend to escort Wenlun's servants out of the country. After they have walked thirty miles, kill them all, leaving no one alive," Gentemur said viciously.

In the Governor's Mansion of Aldujin in Yaxsa, Chernigovsky listened to the report of the priest Yermogen who had returned from the Horse Envoy, and his face became serious. "You mean when you persuaded Gentemur to return to Nerchinsk, he neither agreed nor opposed, but said he needed to think about it for a while?"

"Yes, when I mentioned Nerchinsk, the chief's body trembled noticeably, and he was obviously moved," said Yermogen.

"Well, people are homesick. Even for us wandering Cossacks, after getting rich, isn't the most desirable thing to do to take our wives back to our hometowns and build manors? It's been less than ten years since the Yakuts (the Horse Emissaries) migrated from Nerchinsk, and most of them must want to go home. Gentemur said he would consider it for a while, but he is just waiting for us to raise the price. As long as the conditions are good enough, he will come back. Well, I think we can give him an official position. I heard that Gentemur thought the position given by Bogda Khan was too low, and the position we give him must be higher than that given by Bogda Khan. Hahaha~" Chernigovsky laughed happily.

"What the steward said is true. I will immediately return to the Yakuts' residence and tell Gentemur about our good intentions," said Yermogen.

"No, I will go in person this time. And you, dear Yermogen, must immediately rush to Nerchinsk to meet with General Pashkov and discuss what official position to give him," Chernigovsky ordered decisively.

"Those barbarians are very brutal. You are the governor of Albazin and you cannot go to a dangerous place lightly. Let me go," Yermogen objected.

"It is precisely because I am the chief steward of Albazin that my words carry more weight than yours. Don't worry, man, I am now the chief steward appointed by His Majesty the Tsar, not the powerless fugitive I used to be. That old fellow Gentemur is more cunning than a fox, and he will never dare to kill me and provoke His Majesty's revenge," Chernigovsky said confidently. Since he changed from a fugitive to an official, he has always felt good about himself.

Seeing that what the steward said seemed to make sense, Yermogen no longer insisted and obeyed the order to go to Nerchinsk to meet with General Pashkov.

Killing Wenlun Gege was equivalent to cutting off the retreat from the Qing Dynasty. In order to prevent the Qing army from retaliating, they had to find a big tree to rely on. Gentemur discussed with Maokadai Khan, Guden, Zagda, Uriheng, Katanai, Tokurtai and other leaders and felt that surrendering to the Wei was the best choice. In any case, the Mongolians look very similar to the Ewenki people. Surrender to the Russians? The old man never thought about it. He had witnessed the cruelty of the Russians with his own eyes. How could he dare to take his people to danger?
The envoys had been sent to Hetuala for some time. One day, Gentemur was handling official business when the captain of the guard, Kadanayi, rushed in hurriedly and said, "Chief, the envoys are here."

"Messenger? Is he the envoy from the Kingdom of David?" Gentemur was stunned.

“No, it’s the messenger of the Rakshasas,” Kadanai gasped.

Gentemur rolled his eyes at him angrily, "Is it the same priest from last time?"

"No, chief, a high-ranking official has come this time: the chief of the Russians stationed in Yaxica."

(End of this chapter)