Chapter 277 Open the Gate

The sun set again, and when night fell, the stars all over the sky blinked mysteriously, quietly staring at the whispering sheep and cattle on the grassland. In Cullen City, the sparse lights flashed, and the laughter of men and women faintly came from the soft night wind. Everything seemed to be extremely quiet.

A strong smell of meat floated out of the yurt outside the wooden wall of Cullen City. The herdsmen who fed dogs and drove the sheep outside the yurt were enjoying the tranquility of the evening. In Maimai City, the first snow was about to fall, and in Cullen, Yi still grabbed the last tail of late spring.

The Mongolian plateau in the evening is quiet. On the high ground around the south of Kulun City, several Mongolian yurts are scattered. A Mongolian girl is tying the grass into straw bags next to the Mongolian yurts. Most of the men in Mongolia have become lamas. Most of these girls grazing around Kulun City are Han businessmen in the city. Each of them needs the required temporary allocation.

Suddenly, the girl who was working felt something strange in the air. She stood up and looked to the south, as if there was no movement. After a while, after finally finishing everything, the girl sang a continuous mountain song there:

As soon as Buma Zengde under the mountain bag heard the lingering song, his heart flew out of the sky like a bird. His blood was boiling all over his body. He couldn't help riding a fierce horse, whipped it, and ran wildly on the vast grassland. After he galloped around the mountain bag for two laps, he rushed to the mountain bag.

Bu Ma Zengde saw the singing girl on her back. The girl's face was red and full of the unique charm of young girls. This is As Gaowa, his lover. When the man jumped off the horse, As Gaowa forgot everything. She approached and gently snuggled on Bu Ma Zengde's thick and strong shoulder and whispered, "Master. My mother went out, and I was the only one left at home. I'm afraid!"

Bu Ma Zengde's heart surged with strange feelings. He only felt that the air was stuffy, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something. He turned his head in panic and accidentally touched Askova's hot eyes and soft and plump body. For a moment, Bu Ma Zengde was dizzy, and the flames of accumulated many days of lust spewed out in an instant. He went crazy and put As Gaowa into his arms.

Late at night, the grassland fell into an ancient and quiet atmosphere. The stars twinkle in the night, quietly watching all kinds of suffering, sadness, happiness and joy in the world. The silent moon is like a sharp knife hanging high in the sky, as if waiting for someone to harvest something with him.

The yurts under the night were shrouded in a silver-white mist. Occasionally, there were a few calls of shepherd dogs, soft human voices, accompanied by the floating lights on the grassland, stirping people's feelings.

Buma Zengde and As Gaowa spent a warm night in the yurt. All kinds of tenderness made them hug each other tightly, hoping that they would never be separated forever.

At this moment, the big earthquake and the muffled sound of thousands of horses' hoofs when they trampled on the earth made Bu Ma Zengde, who was holding his lover, wake up. He wore a shabby Mongolian robe and came out of the yurt full of mutton. In the direction of the sound, he was completely stunned by everything he saw in front of him. Yes.

In the distance, there were bursts of horse lines, lined up in the direction of Cullen City.

"bu ma!"

Askova, who was also awakened, looked at the huge horse team in the distance in horror. Her trembling body leaned on Bian Bu Ma Zengde's body. Bu Ma Zengde, as a business slave, looked at the huge horse team and wanted to run back to the city to report the news, but the trembling body in his arms made him give up.

At this time, several cavalry rushed to the top of the mountain from the bottom of the mountain. The cavalry on the horse's back looked at the young men and women with contemptuous eyes. With the moon, he could see the Russian-style riding knives on their waist and the fast guns on their backs.

Who are they?

"Is it Cullen City in front of you?"

Just when Buma Zengde was puzzled, a string of fluent Mongolian words came out of the mouth of the cavalry on the horse's back. The whip in his hand pointed to some lights that could be faintly visible more than a dozen miles ahead, which was Cullen City.

Buma Zengde, who was stared at by the cold eyes of the cavalry, softened his knees for no reason and knelt down with As Gaowa.

"Yes...Yes, military master!"

After a while, a large group of cavalry appeared on the ancient business road between the two mountains. Only then did Buma Zengde see the appearance of this cavalry. They were all wearing the same, almost the same as the Mao soldiers, just military uniforms of different colors. The cavalry on the horse wore Russian sabers on their waists and carried fast guns on their backs. The cavalry was only powerful in the march. Buma Zengde's heart trembled slightly.

Looking at the flags in their hands in the moonlight and the three-color flags they had seen in the owner's store, Buma Zengde finally understood who these were.

They are the Han army! The Han army in the mouth of the landlord!

They have come to Cullen!

"...In the past, the Manchu Qing Dynasty used lamaism to rule the Mongolian people. For those who had eight brothers, seven people had to be lamas; for five brothers, four people had to be lamas; and only one could be a civilian who married and had children. When a lama wears red and yellow satin, he can sit and enjoy a generous salary. Women are not a blessing for lamas, but it is difficult to find a comparable spouse, so they have become the object of mainlanders to vent their desires. Because civil and military officials, military officials, military and merchants from the mainland of the headquarters are far away from bringing their families, and they can all find temporary wives here.

Liu Pingchuan, who stopped beside the team, explained to him the reason why he rarely met Mongolian men along the way. When talking about the temporary wife, his expression became extremely unnatural. Perhaps because of the long-distance march of more than ten days, the pale and thin face became darker and thinner, and the originally slightly sunken eyes seemed to bulge his eyes.

"On the one hand, seven or eight Mongolian men have only one wife, and on the other hand, they are a Mongolian woman. Several mainlanders are her temporary husbands, which in fact form a ** society. At the same time, men and women do not pay attention to hygiene. After contracting gonorrhea and syphilis, they can only listen to nature. I even heard that... even the living Buddha suffered from syphilis and his nose collapsed.

"A group of flower monks!"

Deng Sen said with a smile. The smiling face was full of a barbarian look. And Liu Pingchuan just shook his head.

"In fact, the status of Jebu Zun Damba's living Buddha is equal to that of the emperor in Yanjing City in the past, and all the right to seize the life and death of the Mongols belongs to him alone. He can do whatever he wants without any scruples. Every year, the princes and their families from all over the country come to worship once. Among the prince's family members are young and beautiful, who can make the living Buddha like them. The living Buddha has the right to force her to stay in the palace and be a "happy Buddha" with them. On the one hand, the princes are worried about his silver power, and on the other hand, they may have accumulated habits for a long time. They take it as a matter of course. They are rampant and do not resist at all. Now this living Buddha has a lot of silver desire. He not only suffers from willow disease, but also has a rotten nose..."

"Come on, don't explain it to them. The flower monk is the flower monk. The flower monk has heard of the flower monk who has flower willow disease and has a rotten nose, hey! Don't mention it, it's really the first time I've seen it."

With a twist, Deng Sen looked at the teacher beside him.

"Second, you said that we were hiding along the way. If we got to the city of Cullen, would the living Buddha who got the willow be scared and paralyzed on the ground when he saw us!"

"Don't they know when they get to the city? I feel interested in the princes who gathered in Cullen to discuss their reading ability and see us!"

In the hall of the Living Buddha Palace in Cullen City, a Mongolian-style banquet is being staged at this time. On the one hand, there is the steaming whole sheep banquet, and on the other hand, there is the Mongolian girl's toast song. Although the banquet was very lively, the monks and customs in the hall drank with their own heart and drank, and several people were already drunk. The princes have stood up and twisted with the Mongolian dancers. These princes were called to discuss their reading skills.

Sitting at the chief, Jebu Zun Damba, looked at the ugliness of those princes. Occasionally, there was some disgust in the kind-hearted face. Not everyone agrees with reading. The reason why they drank like this was that they didn't want to talk about reading.

Several big lamas, Chelinzimit and Hangda Dorji, looked at the princes and just shook their heads helplessly and sighed. Pokotilov's attitude was not reassuring. His only support was to give more than 2,000 old-fashioned rifles. The Russian consular attitude directly affected these princes without the support of the Russians. In the face of hundreds of thousands of Han troops, reading ability can only be said.

Hhanda Dorji turned his eyes to Pu Shou, who was drinking horse milk wine. This man said it well before. If the living Buddha protects the safety of him and the flag soldiers in the office of the minister, he will support [***] standing, and he can even borrow the name of the Manchu emperor. But when it comes to the stock market, he dares not say a word, that One hundred thousand taels of silver were taken for nothing.

At this time, the Lama commander of the Lama of Kulun City, the Great Lama of Namusarai, ran into the hall in horror. Looking at the living Buddha who was still sitting in the chief, he first knelt down and saluted.

"Live...living Buddha, the Chinese officers and soldiers have arrived...outside the city of Cullen...we...we..."

As soon as his words fell, there were bursts of horses' hoofs in the air. The princes in the hall listened to the sound of horses' hoofs in the air, and their faces turned white at the same time. Just listening to the sound of horses' hoofs, they could also imagine how many Han soldiers and horses were outside the city.

"How many people are there!"

"No less than ten thousand people!"

"How can it be? How did they come from? Why is there no news? Is it a lack of flying!"

Pu Shou, who was originally drinking wine with a glass, listened to the sound of horses' hooves, and then listened to the panicked conversations of the princes and lamas around him. Park Shou, who was still wearing a Qing official robe, stood up and said to the same helpless Zhebuzdamba.

"Congratulations to the living Buddha, I believe that this act of the return of the living Buddha is to be promoted by the government..."

When a sentence came out of Park Shou's mouth, the panicked princes and lamas all turned their eyes to the living Buddha, and Zhebu Zun Damba opened his mouth to look at Park Shou and was speechless.

This... What's going on? Almost all people, especially those princes who were dissatisfied with the living Buddha because of their struggle for the secular power, felt more fear and happiness while they were puzzled.

"You...what are you talking about!"

Hunda Dorji stood up and pointed to Park Shou and shouted loudly, but Park Shou ignored him and just looked at the living Buddha sitting there.

"Alive Buddha, the 20,000 troops of the second division of the restoration army outside the city can wait there. If there is no signal, they think that the living Buddha is in the hands of others, and they will fire at that time!"

This sentence only made Zhebu Zun Damba tremble. He is a living Buddha, but he is a human being. Since he was four years old, Zhe Buzun Damba has started his life in a rare and parange environment in the world. The only self-respecting, all things are self-centered, and the psychology of not allowing others to disobey have long been rooted in the depths of the heart, but it is this kind of life that makes Zhebuzumba see his life far better than everything.

Pu Shou's words were heard in the ears of Zhebu Zun Damba, which undoubtedly reminded him that if he did not open the gate, the Guangfu army would bombard the Buddha Palace alive, but in the ears of those princes, especially those princes who had agreed with reading before, they changed again. They understood that all this was a conspiracy from the beginning, and it was the living Buddha who gave them. A conspiracy that made them throw themselves into the net.

"Park Shou! You... Aren't you afraid of going to hell?"

In the face of Chelin Qimit's scolding, Pu Shou just smiled, but he was afraid that only he could understand the pain in his heart. Just ten days ago, he got a letter from Beiping, which was a letter from Fujin. There was also a photo attached to the letter, which was a photo of the "flag prisoner" in the hard labor camp. He wanted to repay the king. But... Looking at those princes and lamas who fell into internal coax because of their simple words, Pu Shou had to admire the viciousness of those shopkeepers. The prince and the lamas seemed to have no dispute. The princes of Zasak and nobles and the lamas ruled Mongolia together, but a family was allowed to leave only one man, and the others must be lamas. , and the large grassland occupied by the Lama Temple has already discord between the two sides. Now Duan Lizhuang has lit a fire between the lama and the prince with his own mouth. After the fire is lit, whether it is true or false, as long as the time comes back in and cut off the heads of those princes who support reading power, and then praise them. Living Buddha, this Mongolian can be regarded as taking it.

Without the support of the prince, Zhebu Zun Damba could never read. Similarly, without the support of Zhe Buzun Damba, those princes could not be stable on the throne of Sak. In the end, both of them could only rely on Nanjing and rely on the support of those Han people to maintain their status in Mongolia.

At this time, a few cannons came from the night sky. The cannon seemed to remind Jebzun Damba and those princes. As soon as Tu Xietu Khan's color bag Ile Dorji listened to the cannon, he immediately stood up and saluted to Pu Shou, and his expression became solemn.

"Lord Park, you'd better open the gate quickly. From now on, if anyone has a split heart, I, Xietubu, will swear against it!"

(to be continued)