Chapter 267 Dalai Lama

The orange sun floats in the sky, like a cut head. There is a soft sunset in the cracks in the clouds, and the setting glow is like a military flag, hunting above the heads of the cavalry.

In the coolness of the evening, the fishy smell of the bloody battle during the day and the smell of the dead horse ticked down. The sound of the dark river is tying up its rapids and the waves of the mudflats. The bridges have been destroyed by the collapsed army, and the tired cavalry on horseback had to cross the river.

A crescent moon lies on the waves. The horses went down to the river, and the cold water did not reach the horse's belly, and the splash of water rushed through hundreds of horse legs. Someone saw that it was about to be out of support and began to curse. The river was full of dark carts. On the moonlight and the shining river, the noise, whistles and songs were mixed together.

The sound of horses' hoofs echoed. The cavalry ** the Don hippo horse captured from the Russians or bought from Russian merchants gasped. From Shaanxi to Gansu, they chased the defeated army along the way. In the past month and a half, they have marched thousands of miles, whether it was war horses or cavalry. It has become extremely tired.

Ma stepped on the bank of the river. With the moonlight, you can see some corpses scattered on the ground on the other side. They were the defeated soldiers of the Qing army chased by the cavalry all the way from Shaanxi. The defeated soldiers were like bandits. They burned, killed and plundered wherever they passed. It can be said that there was no evil. Because of this, the officers and soldiers of the cavalry division chased all the way, just like when they were in the northeast. At the end of the battle, they will directly execute the prisoners.

"We don't have the time to take care of prisoners of war!"

Even if there is no kung fu, the best way is to kill them.

There is no recruitment, no surrender, no captives. For the cavalry division, only the dead enemy is the best enemy. Compassion never exists in the dictionary of the officers and soldiers of the cavalry division. War will change everyone. For this cavalry who started from the fire of war, they know how to add light to the military flag. If the enemy sees the horse's head flag of the first division, he will be timid. Then kill it!

These cavalry in the Shandong or Kanto accent, as always, have established their prestige with sabers. In Gansu, when they pass through cities and market towns, if they enjoy the people's passage, the people reward these cavalry with firecrackers and comforting wine and meat. Similarly, there are also some people who still see them. When the bloody horses are on their horses, they will shiver and kneel on the roadside. When they pass by, people don't even dare to breathe.

Occasionally, when they pass through some villages and villages, the elders in the temple or villages will escort the defeated soldiers and give them the defeated soldiers who fled into the village. The first division will use his own sabers and riding cannons to tell those people what will happen if they take in the defeated soldiers, either for the good people or for bandits. For them, this is the only What a choice.

"Beep..."

The break sounded in the night sky. The cavalry, who had originally advanced forward as a column, jumped off their horses one after another and began to prepare for the camp. They lit a bonfire and tie up the horses. Before they had eaten, they began to remove the forage from the cart and feed the horses. While feeding the horses, the cavalry began to check the horses of the horses again. Hoof.

Holding the bristled brush in both hands, Zhao Ziyi used all his strength to live blood for his "big Taoer". He used a brush to promote blood for the horse. Massage is a compulsory course in the camp every day. The cavalry looks majestic, but I'm afraid only they know the hard work behind it. If people don't rest, they should also let the horse rest well. People can persist, but the horse can't .

To be a good cavalryman, you have to serve your horse like your parents. The "massage and blood circulation" at night is a way to show filial piety to parents. After a serious massage, the war horse will show the cavalry the next day.

"Da Tao, you will enjoy it!"

When wiping the horse, Zhao Ziyi talked to Datao from time to time. Although he scolded, his eyes were full of affection. In his eyes, Datao, who rode all the way from the northeast to Gansu, was his closest comrade-in-arms-in-arms.

While the soldiers were massaging the war horses there, Li Yijun, the commander of the Sixth Cavalry Battalion, shook his head and sighed.

"Three seriously injured people!"

Although the three seriously injured people have been transported later, Huang Lihua does not need to worry about their future for the first time, because they have someone to take care of them in the future.

"The Invalids!"

Thinking about the telegram sent by the whole division, which was a telegram from the principal from Nanjing. The principal paid for the construction of an honorary military academy at the foot of the Zijin Mountain in Nanjing, which was dedicated to the detention of disabled officers and soldiers. After leaving the army, any disabled soldier can enjoy the rest of his life as long as he is willing to the Invalides. Each person is paid 5 yuan per month for living expenses.

"It's still governing, benevolence and righteousness!"

In the past, the reason why brothers chose to die safely after being seriously injured was that they were more afraid of dragging down their families, but now they are in power to support all the seriously injured brothers.

According to the Golden City Daily, now thousands of disabled soldiers in Nanjing have been invited from the streets to "support" by the Invalides Academy. This is the principal's original words. The soldiers shed blood for the country. As their commander-in-chief, he has the responsibility to support them for the rest of their lives.

"Never let a disabled soldier involve his family, let alone let them become beggars on the streets, otherwise it will be a disgrace to the whole country!"

When the financial resources of the ruling axe were insufficient, the principal himself resolutely took over the responsibility of taking care of them, and even now many soldiers are hiding the newspaper in their arms.

"You don't have to worry about it anymore. If you die in a war, the government will give us a pension, and the Xuntian of the East will be disabled. The government will also support us and send us to the end! We men just have to work hard for him in the front!"

The soldiers' ideas are simple. They only know who is good to them. Is there anything better in the world than governing for them? No one can respect soldiers more than in the eyes of soldiers or ordinary people.

"Maybe... the principal will be the emperor of the soldiers in the future!"

Thinking about it, Huang Lihua remembered the sentence "King of Soldiers" he saw in the biography of Frederick the Great. Maybe the future principal would be... At this moment, a sound of horses' hoofs came, followed by a contact number, which was the derived search team.

"Sir, there is a lama temple 30 miles to the northwest. The movement table inside and outside is not normal. There are at least 500 people riding outside the temple, and the vigilance surname is also very high. This time we can catch a big fish."

Twilight is sinking, and the wind rises at the foot of Qilian Mountain. Zhebie Temple is a small temple at the foot of the mountain. Most of the people who believe in lamas are local Mongolian herdsmen, but the small temple of Zhebie Temple is much more lively than usual. Outside the temple, a group of lamas with guns and knives were sitting in the open air, shaking their heads or chanting scriptures.

There is a bright yellow tent in the temple. The ghee lamp in the tent is on, and the flames are swaying in the wind. The 30-year-old young lamas are locked in the room. This is the thirteenth generation [***] who left Lhasa three months ago. There were some scriptures and a few newspapers piled up, while the Great Lama of Delzhi stood respectfully beside him.

Looking at the news in the newspaper that the restoration army has entered Tibet, [***] can be said to be both happy and sad. Fortunately, the British who occupied Lhasa, who could soon reach the Han army when they entered Tibet, were so worried that they could not sign any agreement with Britain that was not recognized by the central government.

The Buryat Mongolian servant who withdrew with the accompanying [***] knelt down and asked.

[***], are we going to Nanjing now, or going to Cullen as planned, please make it clear! Zhebie Temple is just a small temple. The people in Qilian are poor, and I'm afraid they can't provide for a long time.

Delzhi once again reminded [***] that these days, because the defeated soldiers had a border, they could only stay here all the time for the safety of [***]. When they left Lhasa, [***] only took themselves and more than a dozen followers. After going to Qinghai, all the temples sent people to escort them, and this team was just one The weather is getting bigger and bigger day by day. After arriving at the Zhebie Temple, there are more than 500 lamas guarding.

After seeing the soldiers of the ruling axe sent a division into Tibet in the Golden City Daily in Lanzhou, the views of the great lamas were divided. On the one hand, some people in Kanbu believed that [***] should go to Nanjing to visit the emperor of the new dynasty, and others thought that [***] should go to Kulun first, because although the new dynasty had settled in China, it was The national dynasty has not been determined, and the attitude of the new dynasty towards Tibet is not clear. If in Nanjing, Luo Leijian on the other side of Tibet praises the signing of a treaty with the British that is not recognized by the central government, so it may be bad to be angry with [***].

"Is it Nanjing or Cullen?"

The young thirteenth generation [***] also hesitated here. He was extremely disappointed with the Manchu Qing Dynasty. When Britain invaded Tibet Province for no reason, as the local political and religious leader of Tibet, he ordered all Tibetan monks to resist the British. At the same time, he wrote a political axe, hoping that "the great emperor would transfer the Han soldiers and subsidize the military pay" to resist the invasion. Person. However, how did he know that the Western Empress Dowager, who was far away in Yanjing, was unable to take into account Tibetan affairs. She only hoped that the *** Lama and his Tibetans would not expand the situation, so she adopted the method of appeasing the invaders and sacrificing the interests of Tibet to ease the relationship with the British.

At this time, Youtai, the minister stationed in Tibet, made a speech to the Qing court. On the one hand, he banned Tibetan soldiers from resisting the British, and on the other hand, he reported that the emperor "impeached" himself. The Qing Zhengxu approved the memorial of Youtai, and the ninth Panchen Lama temporarily photographed the Tibetan affairs. The behavior of the minister stationed in Tibet made the young [***] lama very sad. He is no longer willing to be at the mercy of the ulgar's minister in Tibet, but he can't tolerate giving up the holy land of Tibet to the British. When the British soldiers came to Lhasa, he had to leave Lhasa. At that time, he still had fantasies about the Great Emperor Yanjing. When he arrived in Qinghai, he knew that the world had changed. The Great Emperor was no longer there, but only the rule of Nanjing.

The turmoil in the northwest stopped him from going to Kulun for help. Going to Kulun was the suggestion of the Buryat's servant in front of him. He went to Kulun to seek the protection of the Russians. In the name of the "protection" of the Russians, the great emperor of the capital again ordered himself to take care of Tibet.

But now, in the face of the changes in the court, he has to hesitate.

Just as he hesitated, the golden tent was lifted and walked into a lama from Qinghai.

"Notice [***], the restoration of the Han army was found outside the temple!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, [***] a strange look appeared on the lama's face.

"The military officer of the Guangfu Han army asked to see the lama outside the temple!"

Huang Lihua, standing outside the gate of Zhebie Temple with his horse in his hand, looked at the lamas around him who were carrying old-fashioned single guns or waist knives. If he hadn't grasped a "tongue", he would have been afraid that he would have hit a few mortar shells and blown up these unscary lamas.

"Sir, [***] The religious status of the lama is mainly derived from the belief that it is the incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva by Tibetan Buddhism. Among the major Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Guanyin is the first, and there are many believers, which has a great influence. The ruling axe sent troops into Tibet. In any case, you can't be rude to [***], otherwise I'm afraid it will affect the big plan of Tibet!"

Standing beside Huang Lihua, Fan whispered, if he, a soldier, hadn't reminded him that the battalion commander had ordered mortars to fire a few times, and then charged directly. If it was really that, it would be very troublesome.

"Lao Fan, you said all the way. Stop it. I know. When I get there, I will say that we are ordered to welcome the big lama to Lanzhou. Anyway, we are saying good things! Tell him that the headmaster has been thinking about him in his heart!"

The door of the Zhebie Temple opened, and a big lama stood at the gate of the temple.

"Please restore the commander of the Han army!"

"Beep..."

The horns blown by the lamas on both sides echoed in the night sky at the same time. The deep and hoarse horns came thousands of miles away under the action of the mountain wind. Miles away, the soldiers on horses were waiting for the return of the officer.

The Provisional Political Axe National Affairs Bureau, this is an idle gap, even there is only one office, and there are only two or three staff members. The existence of this Bureau of National Affairs is just to show the opening of the ruling axe, and the director is privately called "the annihire flag in the world" by the flag people. Fang.

"Old Buddha, I'm sorry for you if it's not Duan Fang. I really can't do it!"

Sitting behind the desk, looking at the "witness letter" sent by the special military court on the table, Duan Fang sighed bitterly in his heart. This must be to go to the special military court to testify and testify against the crime of the old Buddha.

Although the old Buddha had a kindness to him, he had to protect himself. Since he went to the prisoner-of-war camp to visit the young men in the flag as the director of the Bureau of Ethnic Affairs, he looked at the men who were shackled with their feet and couldn't see their heads. He was timid, and the last trace of regret disappeared without a trace.

"At least they still have books to read and walk around on the street!"

Thinking that his family can live in harmony in Nanjing because of his wisdom, Duan Fang is glad that he has made a choice. How many millions of flag people in the country can have a good end now?

Not much. At most, there are those aunts waiting to marry in the prisoner-of-war camp. For them, the best end is probably to marry a Han man, so that they can leave the prisoner-of-war camp and live a stable life.

"Hey! Thousands of people must follow the line of governance. Don't let him think he is useless!"

Thinking so in his heart, he began to think about the confession in his mind after a few days. He knew what the ruler liked to listen to, what the common people like to listen to, except for Cixi and eunuchs pretending to play phoenixes, such as Cixi's pregnancy and so on. Of course, he also wanted to say how she betrayed the country. How What... "Don-Don"

At this time, the door knocked. When he saw the person who came in, he stood up with an amiable smile on his face.

"Kun Chief Wu, come and sit down,"

The politeness between the words can also be seen as the governor of the two rivers at the beginning. The humility between words and deeds is in line with the sentence "become a man with a tail between his legs". This may be a Taoism realized by Duan Fang Jiuli's officialdom. Now in Nanjing City, who doesn't know that the Bureau of Ethnic Affairs is the one who is easy to get close to.

"The director, a telegram was sent from the Lanzhou provincial government axe, saying that the thirteenth [***] was on the way to Lanzhou under the escort of the army, and they sent a telegram to inform the bureau."

The Bureau of Ethnic Affairs seems to be an idle person, but Duanfang also knows that this bureau is similar to the former Lifanyuan, which is nothing more than Mongolian and Tibetan affairs. He has written a lot to those Mongolian princes to understand justice, in order to persuade a few princes and increase his weight in the heart of governance in the officialdom. After so many years of mixing, Duan Fang knew that if he didn't prove his use, he would naturally be thrown aside for a long time.

"Thirteenth [***]!"

Listen to this, Duan Fang's eyes lit up. Nanjing may not care about it, but he has been in Beijing for a long time, but he understands that this [***] has always been a tool for the central government to stabilize Tibet. Although the central government holds the right to abolish the Tibetan living Buddha and is recognized by the temple, but the living Buddha who has not been canonized by the central government axe does not have a legal surname. . However, the Tibetan [***] Lama is the most powerful tool for the restoration of the Central Plains in the collection province and even Mongolia.

Those Mongolian princes may have some minor words to the central government, but if they send the [[***] lama to the Yonghe Palace in Peiping, Mongolia can calm down for less than a month, and now the [***] who has been deprived of the power of the Sheli-Tibet Province is asking the central government. If it is... "Captain Wu, hurry up, send the telegram. Give it to me!"

After taking the telegram and looking at it carefully for a while, the first thought in Duan Fang's mind was to visit the ruler. When he was about to go out, he remembered that he was in power in Shanghai.

No, don't let others take the lead!

Thinking in his heart, Duan Fang picked up the pen from the table. After a moment of meditation, he began to write a big plan. He wrote in his hand that Duan Fang could not calm down for a moment. He seemed to see that at the moment when he was praised by the rule, calming Mongolia was a disease of the rule.

"Cun Chief Wu, you translate this letter into the official document password and send it to the government. You must send an urgent telegram. Thank you for your hard work. Don't delay. This is a plan related to our Chinese territory!"

After writing a thousand-character long letter, Duan Fang couldn't help telling Section Chief Wu standing in front of him, saying that it was a big plan related to China's territory, but in his heart, Duan Fang knew that this matter was related to his whole life. If this matter came true, the ruler must have his own place in his heart in this life.

(to be continued)