Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Guan Xue held her teacup in silence for a moment, then her voice deepened:

"Tatars...

Are they the Tartars from history?

"More or less."

"No problem!"

Guan Xue put down her teacup and answered crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

The hatred of the Chinese people towards the Manchus is ingrained in their bones.

Seeing her reaction, Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the phone and gave the order.

Guan Xue was appointed as the commander of the missile corps of the Lianhai Self-Defense Army, and was given full authority to carry out combat missions against the Tartars.

At the same time, she ordered the Yuepeng bird to cooperate with her in mobilizing all the necessary resources.

Guan Xue's professional competence was evident the moment she accepted the task.

In just half a morning, a detailed operation report was delivered to Lin Mo's desk.

"In the first phase, drones were used to conduct comprehensive reconnaissance of the areas occupied by the Tartars, identifying troop concentrations, logistical supply lines, and command centers."

Guan Xue stood in front of the map, pointing to several red circles with her fingertip.

In the second phase, based on reconnaissance data, leaflets were distributed on a large scale, in both Tatar and Chinese, emphasizing that the missiles were divine objects that mortals could not resist, and included terms of preferential treatment for surrender.

The third phase involves precise strikes against several key garrison points, but without touching the core area of ​​the Golden Horde.

Let them be wary of missiles, let them know that we can strike at any time, but we won't, and let them retreat back to the grasslands on their own.

The fourth stage involves waiting for the Tartars to retreat to the grasslands, then using border trade and currency to infiltrate and undermine their economy, while simultaneously exporting culture to fundamentally influence their next generation.

Lin Mo read through the report point by point and nodded:

"The plan is good, let's do it this way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo raised his head, a faint light flashing deep in his pupils, and the Mind-Bending Technique instantly entered Guan Xue's sea of ​​consciousness.

This position is too important; he needs an absolutely loyal commander.

After a moment, Guan Xue came to her senses, and the way she looked at Lin Mo was clearly different now.

Lin Mo took out a pistol from his spatial storage and threw it to her, testing her.

Without hesitation, Guan Xue pulled the trigger to her head.

With a snap, the firing pin of the pistol went blank.

There were no bullets in the gun.

Seeing that there was no problem, Lin Mo immediately pulled her into his arms.

Since we're all on the same side, we should naturally give it a try.

Guan Xue's cheeks flushed instantly, and she pushed Lin Mo away:

"Wait a minute, I'm old..."

The operation officially began on the third day.

The reconnaissance and strike drone roared into the sky from the newly built temporary airport runway in Lianhai County, flying north along the route planned in advance by Guan Xue.

These drones, equipped with high-definition cameras and infrared sensors, captured images of the Tartar camps, supply lines, and troop deployments from thousands of meters in the air, transmitting the data back in real time to the large screen in the command center.

Meanwhile, the printing presses ran day and night, and piles of bilingual leaflets urging surrender were loaded onto helicopters.

These leaflets fell like snowflakes over the Tartar-occupied territory, each bearing a striking image of a bombed-out military camp, with a sentence written in Tartar script beside it:

"Divine fire descends from the heavens, beyond human power to stop. Lay down your weapons and return to your fields."

The leaflet was stamped with the large red seal of Lianhai County at the bottom.

When the leaflets were first laid down, most of the Tartar soldiers simply picked them up out of curiosity. Those who couldn't read held up the leaflets and asked those who could read to read them. After those who could read finished reading them haltingly, their faces turned rather grim.

But they still didn't really understand what "divine fire descending from heaven" meant.

Until the first missile hit the largest grain storage base set up by the Tartars on the north bank of the Ji River, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the night sky.

The shockwave overturned all the tents within a radius of several miles, waking the Tartar soldiers from their sleep. They rushed out of their tents without even having time to put on their armor.

Gazing at the towering flames that illuminated the night sky like daylight, some were so frightened that their legs went weak. Some knelt on the ground muttering to themselves, while others ran around shouting, "The Eternal Heaven is angry!"

After that night, the entire Tatar front was shrouded in an almost religious fear.

Then came the second and the third.

The missiles landed precisely at several pre-selected garrison locations, always in the dead of night, always without any warning, and always with unbelievable accuracy.

The Tartar generals were the first to react.

They sat around the large tent, arguing endlessly about the few charred pieces of debris that had fallen from the sky.

Some said it was sorcery by the Han people, others said it was divine punishment, some slammed their fists on the table and demanded an immediate retreat, while others, with red eyes, said they would rush over and fight the Han people to the death.

But there was one thing they couldn't understand: if that person named Lin Mo really had such a powerful weapon, why didn't he just blow them all up?

Why do they only destroy military camps and supplies every time, but never bomb their golden tent?

A few days later, the Tatar Khan finally understood.

Lin Mo, who was hiding on the southeast coast, wasn't incapable of killing him; he deliberately spared his life so that Lin Mo could lead his cavalry back to the grasslands.

He sat in his golden tent all night, and the next morning he issued an edict that silenced all the Tartar nobles.

The content of the imperial edict was very simple:

The entire army withdrew from the north bank of the Ji River and retreated back to the grasslands.

The Tartars' retreat lasted for several weeks, and long lines of cavalry and infantry stretched along the official road on the north bank of the Ji River, their arrogance from their southward advance gone.

They didn't even dare to take the grain and valuables they had robbed from the people of Daxia, because the leaflets for surrender clearly stated that anyone who dared to take even a single grain of food would be met with heavenly fire on the way.

When the news reached Lianhai County, Guan Xue was in the operations command room checking the reconnaissance data from the last batch of drones, confirming that all the Tatar troops had withdrawn to the depths of the grasslands north of the Ji River.

She stood up, took off her headset, strode to Lin Mo's office, and gave him a crisp military salute.

"Reporting, sir!"

Mission accomplished. The Tartars have completely withdrawn from the territory of the Great Xia.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, rewarded her handsomely, and told her to go back and rest first.

He then got up and went to the guest quarters where the Empress was temporarily staying.

The Empress was leaning against the window, flipping through a memorial submitted from various places regarding reconstruction efforts, her brows still showing signs of weariness from days of hard work.

Seeing Lin Mo enter, she put down her folding book and was about to speak when Lin Mo preemptively handed her the news of victory:

"Your Majesty, the Tartars have already retreated to the northern desert."

The Empress took the report of victory in a daze, read it several times, and then suddenly raised her head and hugged Lin Mo tightly.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice trembled slightly:

"Thank you……

Since the fall of the capital, I have been unable to sleep at night.

"I never expected that in less than a month, you would have helped me completely drive the Tartars back to the grasslands."

Lin Mo gently patted her back, and after she calmed down a bit, he took out two booklets he had prepared beforehand and handed them to her:

"Your Majesty, take a look at this."

The empress took it with a puzzled look and began to read it.

These are the "Outline of Constitutional Monarchy" and "Reform Plan" written in vernacular Chinese. The title page prominently features entries such as the separation of powers, parliamentary system, responsible cabinet, and the monarchy retaining the status of head of state.

Her expression gradually changed from doubt to seriousness, and she turned the pages more and more slowly. Finally, she closed the booklet, looked up at Lin Mo, and her face was extremely grim.

"Lord Lin, what are you doing?"

I have already appointed you as regent, and I have even entrusted myself to you. From now on, our child will be the emperor.

Why do you still want to rebel?