Beijing is 2,500 miles from Coulomb, and nearly 2,000 miles from Coulomb to Lake Baikal.
Even if one person and three horses traveled four thousand miles, it would take a month, let alone supplying an army.
In the old Mobei War, Wei Qing and Huo Qubing had a total of 100,000 troops, but 500,000 people were on the road. Now the distance was doubled, and the manpower and material resources consumed increased exponentially.
Moreover, after more than ten years of recovery, the Manchu and Qing armies are strong and the Eight Banners of Manchu and Mongolian are in full strength. The army has returned to its former strength of 100,000. Even if there are insufficient firearms, iron tools, and armor, it still has at least 30 to 40% of the strength of previous years.
One hundred thousand cavalry was simply not enough to overthrow Fengjing.
"The Ming people need at least 200,000 riders and millions of civilians to be able to compete with us."
The cautious Luck Dehun also showed a confident smile.
Fengjing Mansion is really too far away, and Mobei is so barren that even war horses can't survive. Taking this road is a recipe for death.
"The Ming Dynasty attempted to swallow up the Horqin tribes, and then marched towards Fengjing Mansion step by step."
Ning Wanmei said in a deep voice: "The Hulunbuir Grassland is rich in water and grass and has many tribes. It is a good supply point."
This speculation was confirmed by everyone.
Even Shunzhi nodded, looking solemn.
Fan Wencheng lowered his head, seeming to have fallen into a drowsy state, but as soon as the conversation stopped, he woke up immediately:
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."
"The imperial court can send a team of troops to guard the banks of the Aluhun River to prevent Ming people from sneaking attacks."
Shunzhi couldn't bear to brush off his thoughts and nodded in approval.
The rest of the people naturally did not dare to object, after all, this was a prudent approach.
Immediately, everyone began to discuss the army to support Horqin's left wing. It also had a training role, so it needed a veteran to lead it.
Finally, Obai was noticed by everyone and received this assignment.
After the incident, everyone retreated, except Fan Wencheng who specifically stayed to sit across from Shunzhi.
"In recent years, my veteran has been ill and has low energy. It is really difficult for him to take on the big responsibilities. Therefore, I came here to resign from your Majesty and retire."
"Why are you here, sir?"
Shunzhi leaned slightly, his face full of reluctance.
As a veteran of the three dynasties, Fan Wencheng was deeply trusted by Huang Taiji and Shunzhi, and was an important arm of Shunzhi's pro-government.
"Old minister, I feel that I am getting old, and I am afraid that my time is running out." Fan Wencheng shook his head, with deep bags under his eyes, describing his hardships.
However, he still forced himself to cheer up and said seriously: "Your Majesty, Fengjing Mansion has been doing business with Horqin for many years, and there are not a few people who know this place. If Horqin is really unfortunate, Fengjing City will be in danger."
The Manchus worked hard in Fengjing and opened up a large amount of farmland along the lakeside, planting rye and wheat bought from the Rakshasa people.
Although the output is not satisfactory, it is much stronger than the nomadic economy, and multiple white disasters cannot affect its survival.
The existence of a large amount of farmland meant that Fengjing Mansion had a large amount of grain reserves, and the Eight Banners nobles who were entrusted to various parts of the grassland had to ask for help from the court.
Therefore, the essence of Manchu Qing Dynasty lies in Fengjing Mansion.
It's not like the nomadic tribes who can run away at any time to avoid its sharp edge. When Fengjing Mansion's troops approach the city, they can't escape at all. There is no way to escape.
"What do you mean?" Shunzhi exclaimed in shock, "Isn't this impossible? Three or four thousand miles are all desert grassland. How could the Ming army reach Fengjing?"
"I won't let them annex Horqin."
"Your Majesty, everything is possible." Fan Wencheng shook his head: "Just in case, I suggest building a granary in Haixi and reclaiming farmland."
"In addition to the three cunning rabbit caves, it is also the bridgehead for the imperial court to move westward in the future."
The so-called Haixi refers to Irkutsk, which was once a stronghold of the Rakshasa people and was later occupied by the Qing army and thus included in its rule.
Fengjingfu is in the northeast corner of Lake Baikal, while Haixi is in the southwest corner. They are the two heads of Lake Baikal.
In the past, communication was all by boat, which was really remote.
"If the capital city is destroyed, we will take refuge in Haixi."
Shunzhi nodded to express his understanding.
"If the situation is overwhelming, Your Majesty can continue westward to occupy the lower reaches of the Yenisei River, Kuznetsk and Tomtsk of the Rakshasa people, which were originally the nomadic places of the Brut Mongolian tribes, and the Rakshasa people People bully people too much..."
The Brut Mongols, also known as Kyrgyz, and before the Yuan Dynasty were called Chigas. Their short-lived appearance in history was the destruction of the arrogant Uighur Khanate, causing it to fall apart.
Brut Mongolia is also called Alpine Mongolia. Due to its proximity to Europe, there are yellow and white mixed races. Legend has it that the Dingling tribe that Li Ling was granted by the Huns was a Brut people. In the Tang Dynasty, they even recognized their relatives and considered them one family.
After hearing Fan Wencheng's sincere introduction, Shunzhi became a little irritable.
He realized that this old minister had no confidence in Fengjing Heta, and had always thought about the three burrows of cunning rabbits, instead of fighting back from the Qing Dynasty or successfully protecting himself.
"Your Majesty, Shao Wu is so ambitious and constantly expanding his territory that he will definitely not let go of Feng Jing. As long as he preserves his vitality, why bother with him and lose his life?"
"What you said is absolutely true. Haixi City will definitely be expanded into a granary. I will also move all the tribes there."
Shunzhi sighed.
It seems that Fan Wencheng is really old.
On hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of grassland, with the Horqin tribe at the center, the two forces of the Ming and Qing Dynasties began to compete again.
As the center point of the storm, the Horqin tribes naturally suffered greatly and were artificially divided into two tribes.
Originally they were just riding on the fence, but once their political stance became clear, they naturally drifted away.
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Also far away is the Bukhara Khanate and the city of Bukhara in the Transoxiana region.
As the Prime Minister of Liao and the uncle of Chuzhou, Jia Daihua buried his head at the desk and handled the government affairs of the entire Liao.
In the construction and development of the vassal state, it was often limited by the young age and inexperience of the princes. Therefore, the emperor would appoint someone to serve as the prime minister, control the military and administration, and do their best for the vassal state.
When they retired after their success, the vassals would naturally reap the fruits of victory and become kings worthy of the name.
Such as Qi State, Yue State, Zhao State, and now Liao State, it is nothing more than this.
To a certain extent, they are the true founding fathers of the vassal state.
Therefore, they are often awarded hereditary high titles such as Dukes and Marquises as commendations.
Of course, when the emperor selects his people, he not only requires first-class ability, but also requires that people do their duty and do not exceed the rules. It is also an important reference.
Obviously, the step-by-step resume of Xun's second-generation background, the martial arts hall, the bodyguard department, and the Beijing camp made Jia Daihua stand out and gain trust.
Although he had worked hard to govern the vassal state, it was simply impossible to let Jia Daihua stay in the Liao Kingdom.
Who is out of his mind if he doesn't want to be a good uncle of Chuzhou and wants to be the county prince?
Although the city of Bukhara is the capital of the country, its prosperity is just like that of a city in the mainland. There is really nothing to visit, and he has no nostalgia for it.
It was a foreign country with different customs, habits, food, clothing, and even races. How could Jia Daihua fall in love with Liao?
He rubbed his wrists and wailed in his heart: "His Royal Highness, King Liao, when will you come over!"
The entire Bukhara Khanate was ideologically peaceful, but in terms of governance, it was Persian-style centralization.
That is, local autonomy goes hand in hand with centralization.
The manifestation is that provinces are set up locally and the king sends governors to govern them. However, there are many nobles in the provinces who are autonomous and divide the power. The governors fight with them.
And if one thing is not good, it is likely to turn into separatism.
At the same time, the king appointed officials in the army, taxation, etc. to conduct direct management.
In other words, His Majesty the King's power is supreme, but there is no systematic central court.
So after coming to the Hezhong area, Jia Daihua didn't know how to sort out the messy Liao Kingdom, but he understood the importance of the army.
Therefore, we learned from Anxi, which stationed troops in key cities, and batches of governors were directly appointed to take charge of tax collection and suppression.
In just a few months, the Liao Kingdom returned to stability.
Then Anxi supported some civil servants to come over and established a bureaucracy from scratch, or began to institutionalize those bureaucracies.
There are eight central government officials, and the local government officials are at the prefectural and county levels.
The officials are still the same old ministers, while the governor is responsible for tax collection and supervision.
In this way, the Liao Kingdom became much more orderly.
Jia Daihua put down the brush in his hand and stroked the river paper. Its level was not far behind that of the Ming Dynasty, at least it was qualified as official document paper.
"Master Prime Minister, the great monk of Kayan Temple invites you to attend the topping-out ceremony."
At this time, the housekeeper who was a personal soldier came over, his voice was like thunder, making people's ears itch.
"I see."
Jia Daihua put down the document, rubbed his temples, and had to stand up to participate in the so-called topping ceremony.
Kayan Temple is the largest peace temple in Bukhara and has a history of more than 100 years.
In the strategy of governing the country, governing according to customs is an important basis for Jia Dai's transformation.
Twenty thousand troops suppressed the Liao Kingdom. Without the cooperation of the Peace Sect, the world would have been in chaos.
Furthermore, without enough scholars, he is not qualified to carry out educational work. It is impossible for a group of soldiers who are proficient in writing to teach others.
As long as he could collect taxes and not cause trouble, Jia Daihua was very lenient and generous to the Peace Sect, and even allocated funds to build new temples.
Jia Daihua looked up and saw the round top of the temple. A smile appeared on his face unconsciously, looking very sincere.
"Master Prime Minister, you are finally here."
The abbot of the temple rushed over to greet me, not to mention how enthusiastic he was.
"Why wait for me?" Jia Daihua said with a chuckle: "I am an outsider and it doesn't matter!"
Everyone just laughed and didn't say much.
The wealthy businessmen and nobles from the entire city of Bukhara came to Kayan Temple, witnessed the capping, and then knelt down to pray devoutly.
At this time, Jia Daihua also had a look on his face and had to kneel down and murmur:
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
No one present could understand it, so they naturally thought it was pious.
Returning to the mansion, Jia Daihua shook his head: "Give me another order not to allow soldiers and officers to participate in the so-called ceremony and go to the temple."
"Anyone who violates this will be dismissed from office."
He didn't know how long he had been buried in his head. Jia Daihua felt that his neck was stiff. Suddenly someone reported:
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, someone is coming from Beijing, someone is coming from Beijing."
"who?"
Jia Daihua was overjoyed: "Master, are my miserable days just like this?"
And here, a huge team has arrived outside Bukhara.
They were composed of many camels, with a scale of more than 200, nearly 300 horses, and more than a thousand men, women, and children. Even in Bukhara it was a huge procession.
Without permission, everyone stayed in the market outside the city and did not dare to enter the city easily.
At this time, a man wearing a robe and a long scarf wrapped around his face left the team and took a few people to wander around.
This kind of market is not big, no more than 500 meters long, and consists of two streets.
The narrow passage is less than two feet long, with various small vendors on both sides.
Those who are more particular will set up a wooden frame and spread cloth to block the sun; those who are not particular will just spread a simple blanket and sit on the ground filled with things.
Huang Zongxi's face was full of curiosity.
Books, fruits, naan bread, cloth, pottery, and various kinds of bacon, there were even people holding a litter of kittens and shouting constantly.
All of them had long scarves wrapped around their faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed, staring at them scrutinizingly.
Wang Fuzhi didn't take it seriously. He had seen a lot along the way.
Compared with other cities, the clothes of this group of vendors are simpler and cleaner. They are almost in groups, and they sell more goods.
He even saw a Buddha head the size of a chair, placed on a stall for sale in a grand manner.
Everyone takes it for granted.
What surprised him were some things from Persia, India, and the Ottomans. These were things he had never seen before and were full of exotic customs.
While wandering around, a Persian wool blanket caught his attention.
The exquisite patterns and delicate touch all tell the story of its expensive price.
These were not enough, but some of the words above completely aroused his curiosity.
In the entire Bukhara Khanate, there is no writing of its own, and what is written comes from Persian writing.
It can be seen that Persia has a great influence on it.
The writing on it is not Persian, but another different kind of writing. It can be guessed that it is specially used for export and to serve other countries.
Just like some Ming Dynasty porcelains, crosses and abused men are often painted on them. It is normal to make money.
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister Liao is here."
The attendants on the side shouted quickly, pulling him out of the mystery of the text.
"Oh!" Huang Zongxi reacted, paid the money without hesitation, took the wool blanket and left.
After many years of officialdom, as time went by, his age disadvantage became apparent, so Huang Zongxi had no choice but to take a dangerous move in the military camp - come to the Western Regions.
Served as the Prime Minister of Zhao.
The Kokand area was classified as the State of Zhao, so it was naturally necessary to arrange for the Prime Minister to carry out construction to prepare for the future king of Zhao to establish a vassal state.
In order to make progress, Huang Zongxi had to invite himself to serve as the Prime Minister of Zhao, thus leaping to the fourth rank.
The Ministry of Officials bluntly said that after 3 or 5 years, he will be appointed as Minister immediately upon his return, and it is also expected that he will serve as Minister.
No one is exempt from vulgarity, let alone Huang Zongxi.
He has spent many years in Anxi and has a wealth of experience that makes him stand out.
(End of chapter)
