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At the same time, several Taiji were killed, but the senders could not enter the city. It was dark and the city gate was closed. The Khalkhas who delivered the letter could only stay on both sides of the road at the city gate with anxiety. They had no lanterns, so they could only wait with torches. The soldiers on the top of the city shouted a few times and drove them a hundred steps away.

It was not until the beginning of the morning that the city gate slowly opened. Zasaktu Khan took the lead, and two great khans followed behind, dozens of Taiji and hundreds of escorts came out of the city together.

Judging from the opening of the city gate in the middle of the night, Hutchison has already felt quite confident. Of course, it was because there were no complete museums in the city and there were no residential areas arranged for these Mongolian nobles. Therefore, after the banquet, they had to come out of the city, otherwise they would have to sleep in the streets.

As the Khalkhas came out, dozens of tribes were heads from tribes, and they all had a smile on their faces. Many of the heads came out from small tribes with thousands of people. They came here just to test their minds, but they were very warmly welcomed in the shopping and sales city. Zhang Han treated these heads almost the same as the Khalkhas, and there was no obvious difference. At most, the three great khans were treated higher. For these heads, this was simply a dream.

The Russians, the heads of various tribes, and the Khalkhas, after the shock during the day today, they had a clear understanding of Zhang Han's strength and status, that is, they are far above all the forces and all the so-called great khans and heads. As long as Zhang Han is willing, the palms can be reversed, and they can end up with Ketuhan. Zhang Han is so kind to them, with a smile, the dishes at the banquet are quite rich, and the words are very gentle. What else can I expect for these heads who are still in a barbarity?

Many heads were crying. They took out the silver seal given by the Ming Dynasty more than 200 years ago, but there was no imperial certificate. If there was an imperial certificate, their life would be more comfortable. Many Khalkha Mongols did not. Many Mongolian nobles in the south of the desert were commanders of the Dazhi, from the commanders to the commanders, and even thousands and hundreds of households. Many of the heads of tribes near Liaodong had also been granted titles, but over time, the silver seals were probably children's toys, and even

Many tribes had long lost the seals given to them during the Hongwu and Yongle periods during the strongest period of the Ming Dynasty. But now, they have tried their best to curry favor with Zhang Han, and have taken out the seals given by the Ming Dynasty one by one, rushing to pat their chests to show that they are loyal to the Ming Dynasty, willing to make friends with the Han people, respect Lord Zhang, and obey Zhang Han's orders. Even if they attack Lin Danhan, their tribe soldiers are willing to take the vanguard and will never refuse.

Of course they were willing to come to trade. The poor descendants of these tribes could not imagine. Not to mention the tools that were not needed very much, even the most basic daily necessities were quite lacking. They had no cotton, and of course there was no cloth to make clothes. They were almost covered with animal skins, and they did not have iron needles and fine threads. Therefore, the clothes were shoddy and ragged. They lacked salt, sugar, and medicine. If they were sick, they could only bear it. Otherwise, they would ask the shaman to dance to the gods. They also lacked hunting and fishing equipment. They did not have any daily necessities, and they were related to civilization.

In the west, almost all are rare. Many Oroqen people sleep in the ground nest. They don’t have a single piece of iron in their homes. The daily necessities are made of wooden or stone. They often even eat raw meat, and their average life span is definitely less than 40. Compared with the farming people, these nomadic and fishing and hunting people living in the far north have lived a miserable life. But like the Mongolian Jurchens, they are touted as symbols of courage. If they really have courage and wisdom, they should have gone south long ago to find a warm and prosperous place to settle down, instead of struggling here.

The appearance of Hutchison gave these tribes real hope. Originally, they were still hesitant and hesitant, not knowing what was going on on the grassland. After today's prisoner offering ceremony, even the stupidest people could see the real signs. This made these tribe leaders calm down. The farthest one was nearly a thousand miles away, listening to the news along the Kruren River. Under the quiet and active ecology on the grassland, useful news always spread quickly, and it was probably already spread to the Chahar people. There were also quite a few small tribes there, and there must be many willing to come to trade.

Compared to the joy of the small tribe, the Khalkhas had to keep much more.

Whether it is trade or boasting about force, these things happen to the Khalkha territory, which makes them mentally complicated.

We have to admit that Hutchison has the strength they cannot compete with, but in our hearts there is no way to accept a completely dominant position at once. This is a subtle psychology. The covenant is just a covenant, which only shows obedience on the surface, but the Khalkhas did not expect that Hutchison would evolve into the current situation after it was in.

If this situation continues, it is probably only a matter of time before it is appointed and removed from officials, taxes, and conscription.

The Khan and the Taiji people in high positions had no choice but to worry, but no one considered resisting.

"Khan, Khan..." A group of attendants immediately rushed over when they saw Gunbu coming out.

"What happened?" Gunbu shouted with a slight anger on his face, "What's the point of being so panicked?"

"Dorji Taiji was killed."

"What?"

Shuolei and Nolbu were both shocked, while Gunbu shook his horse twice and almost fell off his horse.

For a Mongolian who was tall on the horse, he almost fell off the horse. You can imagine how big the psychological impact of Gunbu was at this time.

"How do you know that he was killed?" Shuolei shouted, "Tell me clearly!"

"Dorji Taiji was fine when he returned to the felt bag. After a while, he was already holding back his breath when the maid entered, and there were signs of struggle in the felt bag."

"Is there any blood?"

"No…and no signs of fighting."

This steward who reported the matter was honest and did not exaggerate it. Of course, it might be that he didn't dare.

No one said this at this moment. Dorji was killed. At the same time, four young men, Taiji, died together. The death was the same, but everyone was unable to make up their minds. They even dared not say anything to express condolences or anger.

"Dorji made a mistake." After a while, Gunbu, who looked old, said: "He was punished, but Lord Zhang also respects the identity of the bloodline of the Dorji Golden Family, and gives him no blood to die. This is great. From now on, everyone should take Dorji as a warning and never make similar mistakes again."

Dozens of Taiji nodded in one nodded like the wind blowing wheat waves.

The same goes for dozens of head men, who were alert and nodded secretly.

Today, Hutchison seized the best point. After the victory, he offered his power to prisoners, and then executed several restless young men, Taiji, by death without bleeding. There was no obvious evidence. Many things were just a heart-blame theory, and even a few great knights might not be very honest. But Hutchison executed several young men, Taiji, with the thunderous momentum, without any discussion, no room for discussion, straightforwardness, and straightforwardness.

Gonbu dared not speak, and the rest of the Khan and Taiji were unwilling to speak.

How stupid it is to speak out against Hutchison at such a time!

"Please mourn the great khan." Chechen Khan Shuolei advised: "We will hold a decent funeral for Dorji, and ask the blessed saints to beg for him."

"Well, that's all." Gunbu instantly seemed to have grown older twenty years old. Dorji was his favorite son. He had entrusted many major events in the tribe to make decisions for the eldest son. Dorji could be the master of many major events. Gunbu felt that his body would be able to cross anytime. He hoped that a successor who had been tempered and relied could take over the position at any time.

He has polished Dorji for years, but now it's all over.

But Gunbu dared not complain and had no plans. He even dared not return to his Khan City station, so he didn't even dare to mention it.

The trade has not yet begun. Not only is Hutchison waiting, but the Khalkhas are also waiting. Many herders' hope for a year is here. A large number of herdsmen's herdsmen carrying fur goods are still coming. If Gunbu announces a breakup at this time, let alone not to mention that there are few herdsmen who dare to follow him to fight, even the anger of the herdsmen who come to trade will be difficult for Gunbu to bear.

Only when everything is settled and Gunbu returns to Orkun with his tribe, can he slowly lick the wounds and see if he has a chance to take revenge in the future.

Kulun City was originally the northern end of Tushetu Khan tribe, and it was also the place where Gunbu wanted to move the center of the Khan Banner, but he would never come here. The Great Temple City spent a lot of money, and the rest of the Khan and Taiji people also contributed money. This place would become a place of storm, but it would not be suitable for Khan City, where the Lord of the Ministry of Justice.

When Gunbu left, the people with shock and careful expressions also left, and the other Taiji people of the Khalkha tribe also dispersed. Chechnya Khan Shuolei said to his son Babu Taiji: "You saved your life today."

"Father Khan." Babutaiji said with a wry smile: "My robe is already soaked."

"It's a lesson that I can't buy for money." Under the light of the torch, Babu saw clearly that his white beard and the wrinkles like a knife were shaved. At this moment, Shuolei and Gunbu were both old and old.

"Father Khan." Babu felt sad and said, "My son has told you to worry."

"I am also sad for Gunbu." Shuolei said: "I have a lot of disputes with him. We each claim that Khan has not been twenty years old. Tushetu Khan is the descendant of Dayan Khan like our Chechen tribe. I call him Khan myself, and my father is only Taiji. Gunbu went to Lhasa with his father Khan to study Buddhist scriptures and was recognized by the living Buddha. After returning to the grassland, Gunbu's father called himself Melgen Khan. Later, when Melgen Khan died, Gunbu called himself Tsuituk Khan and was recognized by the living Buddha. He and Zasaktu Khan, and in order to get the Khan, I and Zasaktu Khan, were recognized by the Khan.

The title of lord is busy all his life, worshiping Buddhas and valours of saints. There are few herders on the grassland who do not believe in living Buddhas. When we got the title of lord, we still want to think about future generations. At that time, there was only one Khan. When Dayan Khan was in the same year, all tribes were organized into ten thousand households, and no one dared to resist. Later, Dayan Khan died, Altan Khan competed for the throne with Tumen Khan, and the Chahars were forced to move eastward and abandon the old land of the pasture. What was the purpose of the title of lord? Now we all have the title of lord, but the most cherished heir died. What is the meaning of these?"
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