Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 275 The old hero is buried in a foreign land

After reaching an agreement with the Qing army, Sultan prepared to go north from Gansu, Hami, and Turpan to attack the Junggar tribe. As his strength continues to grow, he thinks that there are not many people in the world who are worthy of being his opponent. Dorgon is one of them, and Batur Hutaiji of the Junggar tribe can barely be counted as one. There is really no one among the remaining Oirat and Khalkha Mongolians who can fall into his eyes. If he insists on counting, there may be those from the Torgut tribe and Orlek. After all, he is a unique leader. The existence of Jianguo.

Because he regards Dorgon as his biggest and strongest opponent, he must defend the newly occupied Qinghai and Gansu before attacking the Junggar people. Sultan changed the veteran minister Tuoli from a military general to a civilian official, and appointed him as the governor of Gansu and Qinghai provinces. He was in charge of the military affairs and troops of Gansu and Qinghai provinces. Although the heads of households and the governors were all of the same rank, the governors governed a wider area and had more power. He also ordered Xi Rimo, another veteran general of the Western Regions, to serve as the head of ten thousand households in Qinghai. As for the position of the general of the Western Regions, Wei Zheng, the son of Huite Laotaiji Olorike and Shuoqi, was appointed. He also ordered Gansu Governor Alatancang recruited 7,000 local guards in Gansu to guard against unexpected events.

After finishing these tasks, he left some troops and horses to prevent the Qing army from invading, and then led an army of 70,000 to the north, from Jiayuguan to Hami, and from Hami to Huozhou.

"Your Majesty, the Flame Mountain is ahead. It's quite hot here. I suggest you find a cool place to camp first, and then march tomorrow morning when the temperature is cool," Du Qianhu Bolu only reported. He was from Turpan and was familiar with the terrain, so he served as a guide for Emperor Qianyuan.

"Fire Mountain? Where do the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan live?" Sultan couldn't help but ask.

At this time, "Journey to the West" written by Wu Cheng'en had been circulated for a hundred years and had long been popular among the people. Bo Lu was no stranger to it. Seeing the emperor's interest, he quickly joined in and said, "It is here. It is said that the Monkey King got into the world here." into the belly of Princess Iron Fan."

"Haha, let's camp here. I want to visit the Flame Mountain." Suletan chuckled. Out of respect for the Sheyang layman, he wanted to visit the Flame Mountain.

It was already the end of May, not yet the hottest month of July, but it was still so hot that the emperor complained that he couldn't bear it. After traveling for less than an hour, he went back to the camp to cool off.

"Come here, bring me some cold water. I want to take a bath and change clothes," Emperor Qianyuan shouted. He took a shower and felt comfortable all over. Just as he was about to take off his clothes, he was blindfolded by a pair of warm little hands.

"Is there an assassin?"

As expected of the emperor on horseback who was killed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he reacted very quickly and struck the "assassin" viciously with his back elbow.

"Plopchi", he suddenly heard a faint smile. The assassin stretched and dragged, and quickly sealed the emperor's back elbow. With a push, he pushed him to the dragon bed, and then used his arms to lift his arms. My arms were numb and I couldn't move.

"Ouch, it hurts!" Suletan shouted in pain regardless of his dignity as an emperor.

The assassin let go of his hand and asked with concern: "I was joking with you, but I didn't want to but it hurt you. Does it still hurt now?"

Sultan turned around and saw a familiar pig-headed mask. "Is that you?" he asked in surprise, "How did you enter my tent?"

"As soon as you sent out the army, I dressed up as a man, and General Yangala Tancang found me a job as a cook to accompany the army. Seeing that you were busy with official business and in the middle of the war, I didn't come to bother you. I, Duoji Pam, didn't. You have misjudged the wrong person, you are worthy of being the physical manifestation of Guru Rinpoche and a true hero!" God Dorje Pam, the great master of David, murmured in an unusually gentle voice.

"You still don't know whether I am a hero? Why are you praising me again?" Sultan asked mischievously.

"You are very good. You don't love beauty, you love the country, and you don't accept Qi's Wan'er as your concubine." The goddess's voice was even lower. "Whether you believe it or not, that day in Qi Mansion, I drank a few more drinks, and suddenly I thought of your appearance, and I could no longer accommodate Qi Wan'er," Emperor Qianyuan said affectionately, and then took off the goddess's pig-head mask, Get entangled with the jade face under the mask.

"It's so comfortable!" The next morning, Sultan stretched out, gently caressed the delicate body next to him with his magic palm, and suddenly sighed, "Why not yet?"

"Nothing?" The goddess opened her eyes.

"Why hasn't the belly gotten bigger yet? Some of them have already." Sultan smiled evilly.

Dorje Pam blushed and said, "I have no name and no status. I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you, so I used a secret technique."

"It's nothing inconvenient. You and I have been monks for thousands of years. Who doesn't know it? Give me a son. From now on, he will be the dharma platform of the Potong sect, no, the Gelug sect." After saying this , Suletan couldn't control himself, and had sex with the beauty again.

Hearing that her lover wanted her to have a child and control Gru in the future, Dorje Pam trembled and cooperated fully. This time she didn't use any secret techniques.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," just as the glue seemed to be glued, the call of Qianhu Hada from the black-clad guard came from outside the tent.

Naturally, I feel unhappy when someone interrupts a good thing. "What's the matter?" Someone frowned.

"Your Majesty, news came from Lhasa that two divine monks met with Shukur Daiqing, the envoy of the Tulhu tribe, at Drepung Monastery."

"Shukur Daiqing? Isn't he the eldest son of Orlek? Why did he go all the way to Lhasa instead of staying at the Ezil River (Volga River) to herd horses and sheep? This Gelug sect's hand is too stretched out. It’s so long that it actually reaches to Torgut, which is thousands of miles away,” Sultan snorted coldly.

"According to fans, Shukur Daiqing's purpose in coming to Lhasa was to ask the two divine monks to confer him the title of Turghut Khan."

"Did you make a mistake? You should be asking for the title of Turgut Khan for your father and Orluk. He is not a minister, so how can he ask for the title of Khan?" Sultan pointed out the linguistic flaws in Hada's speech to express his gratitude. A protest against him interrupting his own business.

"It has been more than a year since the death of He Orlek Hutaiji. Shukur Daiqing came to Lhasa to win the support of the two holy monks to consolidate his position in the tribe. At the same time, he also hopes to get the support of Quanweilath." .

"He died with Orlek? How did he die? I saw him in Tarbachatai a few years ago. Although he was older, his body was as strong as a bull. I didn't expect that he died of illness! God It’s not a holiday!” Sultan sighed leisurely. He had an inexplicable respect for this senior figure from Oirat Mongolia, not only because he participated in the westward migration of Oirat Mongolia, and then moved thousands of miles westward again, and went to the Volga River to establish the country, but also because he was the grandfather of his favorite concubine Yaruo. More importantly, although this old man was isolated and thousands of miles away from home, he refused to bow to the Russians, showing his noble national integrity. Of course, he also had a vicious side. In order to annex the Dulbert tribe, he killed his nephews Ombu Daiqing and Shuoqi in the name of marriage. However, in general, he can be regarded as a hero and barely worthy of his opponent.

"He Orlek Hutaiji did not die of illness, but in battle," Hada reported in detail.

(End of this chapter)