Liu Xiangyu was sitting in the hall of Xincheng Marshal Yamen. He put down his letter with a tired look on his face and rubbed his sore eyes.
His son was fighting on the front line, and his father was in the rear supervising the baggage. Every day, hundreds of letters from all over the country flew into the government office like snowflakes, and he had to check and approve them as soon as possible, which exhausted him.
Fortunately, the lion boy knew that he felt sorry for his father and fought the battle quickly and well, but there was still a lot that needed to be done.
Just recently, as the war came to an end, there were two personal letters from the Chinese shogunate, all asking him to make suggestions.
The first letter was okay. Liu Xiangyu could read and understand it. It was just to mix the Han and Mongolian titles and official positions. This was a natural thing.
With the end of this war, there were only more than 10,000 men left in Chahar, Eastern Mongolia, who could no longer support the powerful Northern Yuan Khanate; Mongolia's Oara military failed, resulting in many of its noble leaders becoming prisoners, and they had to survive Political concessions in exchange for freedom.
In Liu Xiangyu's mind, at this moment, the war taking place in Qinghai had a far more far-reaching impact than it appeared on the surface - the hundreds of years of war between the Central Plains Dynasty and the ministers in northern Saibei determined the outcome in their hands.
In other words, the more than 100,000 Mongolians under the Marshal's Mansion have completely lost their bargaining power, and they have no way out.
"Zuo Zhuan: The Fourth Year of Cheng Gong" says that people who are not of my race must have different minds.
Liu Xiangyu believed that the dissatisfaction here was not necessarily a bad intention, but that there was a way out. Xie Erhu was not comfortable in the Marshal's Mansion, so he could still pull up a team and go to Monan to pay homage to the Great Khan. If he needed soldiers and people, he could still make a fool of himself. Become an officer in the pastureland.
With this possibility, if Xie Erhu stays in the Marshal's Mansion, the Marshal's Mansion will have more possibilities and more balance.
A powerful Mongolian Khan is the hope to ensure that all Mongolians outside the country receive normal treatment. Mongolians are generals, and their treatment cannot be worse than that of other generals; Mongolians are herdsmen, and their treatment cannot be worse than other herdsmen.
And we have to compare twice, with the generals and herdsmen of the Marshal's Mansion for the sake of fairness, and with the generals and herdsmen of Chahar for the sake of stability.
With this war over, there is no need for such concerns.
Liu Xiangyu was very pleased to see Liu Chengzong's letter. The confusion of official titles meant that from now on the Marshal's Mansion would not recognize Northern Yuan officials such as Khan, Taiji, Zaisang, and Taishi, but would use their official titles.
This also shows Liu Chengzong's mentality. While he does not recognize the official titles of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, he will not specialize the Mongols. He will neither elevate their treatment nor degrade them because they no longer have a backer. They are common people regardless of hierarchy.
The benefits of this kind of gameplay are obvious. It will assimilate the Mongolians inside. Just like the tigers of thousands of households in Guide, most of their ancestors were also just a little boy. Now they are fighting side by side with the 200-jin copper-made Hongwu Lord. Their faith Firm and unbreakable.
The shortcomings are also very big. If there is not enough of the native population, the country will fall apart sooner or later.
The eclectic nature of different cultures can sometimes lead to brilliant collisions, but more often than not, it carries the risk of fragmentation.
But this problem can be ignored for the Marshal's Mansion. Liu Xiangyu thought very wildly about this. If they took over the Central Plains, they would be able to control the largest ethnic group in the world.
Hundreds of thousands of Tatars are like streams flowing into the Yellow River, unable to even make waves.
Of course, the Marshal's Mansion may not be able to take over the Central Plains. Liu Xiangyu felt that if he could even be buried in the loess of Yan'an Mansion in his lifetime, then who would care whether Mongolia would rise again or not?
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Liu Xiangyu's reply to his second son was simple and rude. Now that the real chapter has been seen and the winner has been decided on the battlefield, there is nothing to be polite about.
The Khan was the Duke of the country, the Khan was the Marquis of the Prefecture, Huitaiji was the prefecture boss, and Taiji was the county boss. Five ministerial offices were established in Oirat and Chahar, with chief, deputy ministers and professors serving as officials. Zaisang and other affairs officers were subordinate staff.
When the sons of Dukes and uncles go to Xining to study and serve as marshal's guards, those who are good at learning and talented can inherit the title, and can also be selected from among them to serve as court officials. Those without talent and virtue are not allowed to inherit the title.
Although Liu Xiangyu gave a comprehensive reply to this letter, he also told Liu Chengzong in the letter to be careful of the nobles of the Oirat tribe, because these people will accept all conditions, but they may not follow the agreement.
Even if they fully accept the requirements and comply with them all, it does not mean that the Marshal's Mansion can control Tianshan.
They can't control it.
Liu Xiangyu was the first person in the Marshal's Office to come into contact with the Oirat envoy, but people only took it one step at a time. At that time, his two sons were leading the army to fight the imperial court in the east, and all he wanted was to avoid fighting on both sides.
The Oirat nobles headed by the Imperial Master Khan have very distinctive characteristics. They don't care about face and are very practical... As the new political power in the northwest of the Ming Dynasty, the Marshal's Mansion needs face without losing its reputation.
Liu Xiangyu is a traditional official. In this vast land, he has deep-rooted boundaries in his heart. This boundary is a diagonal line in the northwest of the territory, connecting Xining through Jiayuguan.
To the east of the diagonal line is Lizi; to the west of the diagonal line is face.
Therefore, in Liu Xiangyu's view, it doesn't matter if he gives up part of the pasture land in the boundless Qinghai. As long as Hehuang is not threatened, it is a small price to pay for an alliance with Oirat or even superficial surrender. A good way to avoid the threat of war.
But at this moment, the practical advantages of Oirat at that time have become the shortcomings of Oirat today.
They can either be vassals and pay tribute to the Kingdom of Jin, or they can be lowly and humble to the Marshal's Mansion. As long as it is beneficial to their actual interests, it doesn't matter.
When it is necessary, Liu Xiangyu thinks that it is a matter of being polite and shameless, which is an advantage; when it is not needed, Liu Xiangyu thinks that it is a lack of etiquette, justice and shame, and it is a disadvantage.
Therefore, Liu Xiangyu did not believe that the surrender of the Oirat nobles, joint oaths, the establishment of prefectures and counties, and the mixing of officials and titles would allow the Marshal's Office to control the Tianshan Mountains once and for all.
Without using the power of the commander-in-chief to fight a battle near the Tianshan Mountains that shocked Oirat, they would never be able to control the Tianshan Mountains.
For this matter, he specially called Liu Chengzu back from Hehuang and asked his eldest son who was familiar with military affairs to discuss the matter together.
But it would be difficult for Liu Chengzu to handle this kind of thing.
He said: "Father, the Tianshan Mountains are five thousand miles away from Hehuang and run through the high cliffs and ridges of the Gobi desert. The land here is not like the fertile fields in the Central Plains. I heard that even the oases have been swallowed up by the wind and sand. Thousands of miles away, one man can fight for hundreds of years. Husband transports grain, not to mention that the commander's house cannot bear such a burden, not even the entire Ming Dynasty can bear it."
"Oh, that's what you thought."
Liu Xiangyu sat at the table and gently smoked the pot, frowning slightly in the light blue smoke: "How can the Wala Tatars travel five thousand miles to fight on the sea? They are more beautiful than the Central Plains." Rich?"
"They are different from us. There are Yarkand and Turpan in the northwest, both of which are Chagatai Mongolians. Wala borrowed roads from them and could also exchange supplies from nomadic tribes. They also had guides who were familiar with the road to guide them."
Liu Chengzu spread his hands and said: "Let alone borrowing the Yarkand Tulufan route, even if we borrow the Gansu route, we will probably be intercepted and surrounded by the army."
What's more, what Liu Chengzu didn't say was that even if the army set out from Jiayuguan, they would still have to walk three thousand miles to reach Ili, which would still exceed the limit of transporting baggage.
"Then in your opinion, how can we send the army to Yili to fight a great victory?" Liu Xiangyu put down his pipe: "Let's think of a way."
"Let's do business."
Liu Chengzu shook his head and said: "In the name of trade, we will set up a post station at a water source for fifty to a hundred miles along the way, all the way to Turpan, which is a thousand miles away from Ili, before we can send troops to fight."
"A thousand miles?"
Liu Xiangyu noticed this distance and asked: "A grain station can send troops thousands of miles away, and it is possible to win?"
"Father, that's not what I meant."
Liu Chengzu did not dare to speak too fully. He just said: "Transporting food thousands of miles can at least ensure the morale of the army and prevent it from falling too hard. According to the soldiers of the commander's mansion, high food and generous rewards will be used to fight with the Tatars in a dignified formation." Fighting is not a big problem.”
After saying that, he shook his head and said: "But in my opinion, for such a sacrifice, it is better to rely on the garrison to maintain it without seeking control, and just hope that Oara will be stable for ten years without sending troops to cause chaos and delay our eastward attack on the imperial court."
"Are you right?"
Liu Xiangyu glanced at him and pointed at him with his pipe: "I am thinking about the pros and cons for my father, and I am about to tell Shiwa that I will let you go to Tianshan to stay for a few years. If you accidentally delay the commander's eastward attack, it doesn't matter. Your own life will be sacrificed." Hand...can you guarantee that they won't take advantage of the emptiness behind me to disturb Hehuang?"
Liu Chengzu was speechless for a moment, who can guarantee it?
Unable to control, the choice lies in Oirat's hands.
What Liu Xiangyu saw was not only the prestige of Liu Chengzong's attempt to control Weilat, but also the risks of failing to control Weilat.
As they receive official titles and are required to report their work and receive their salaries in Xining, the Oirat nobles will become more and more familiar with this road and the defense of the commander's mansion. When the control fails, what awaits them will be an even faster counterattack from the Oirat people.
Rebellion in the northwest will damage the lizi of his territory. He will die on the soil of China. If he dies in the land of Rong and Di, no matter how large the territory he conquers, it won't matter.
This is something Liu Xiangyu can never accept.
"We must completely conquer Oirat."
Liu Xiangyu said a sentence in an understatement, every word of which was ten thousand words: "Garrison, government, land, immigration, and garrison, all are indispensable."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Chengzu said: "Father, the first three points are easy to achieve, but we have no common people who can serve as immigrants."
"That's silly. Where can people from decent families immigrate?"
Liu Xiangyu glanced at his eldest son, stood up and walked around in the hall. After walking half a circle, he turned back and said: "Since you can fight thousands of miles away, and winning the battle can scare Oirat, then it doesn't matter whether you are fighting Oirat, right?"
"What does father mean?"
"A garrison of three to five thousand people and a garrison of five to six thousand people are attacking Turpan, Hami, and Yarkand. It is difficult to attack them from the Commander's Mansion, but it should not be difficult to attack them from Ili, right?"
Liu Chengzu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "It's not difficult, and it's not difficult to win the cities. If you turn around, you can threaten Oirat and hold on to the important land in the northwest."
"But then again, since we don't have immigrants, we can't use Oirat people to fill the garrison, and then use Oirat garrison soldiers to threaten Oirat, right?"
He felt that his father was just lost in his reverie and was joking.
No matter how good the geographical environment of the Ili River Valley is, it will not force the people of Hehuang to leave their homes and immigrate.
What's more, even if the people of Hehuang were willing to leave, Liu Chengzong would not be willing to let them go. The Marshal's Office finally took Hehuang and expanded the proportion of Han people in the total population on the basis of border soldiers. How could they be willing to immigrate out.
They don't have anyone else on hand, so they can't immigrate people from Kangning Mansion.
In the past few years, Kangning Mansion has been busy allocating and opening land to slaves, and they have all become homesteaders. They have recruited people to serve as soldiers. Thinking of the kindness of the commander, they pinched their noses and came down from the plateau. They could survive the battlefield and still return home. .
But it is absolutely impossible to ask people to leave their hometown and immigrate six to seven thousand miles away.
"My father is not kidding. In the prosperous times, the Western Region must be in the hands of China. If the Western Region is stable, the northwest will be peaceful. Only then can the lion boy have no worries and march eastward to recover the Western Region. It is your duty to be the eldest brother. This achievement can also make Your name will go down in history.”
Liu Xiangyu said this thing that was close to a fantasy very seriously: "There will be immigrants."
Liu Chengzu felt that his father might not realize that with his words, the already difficult task of recruiting immigrants went up to another level.
Immigration is done by luring people with land for profit and allowing them to farm the land.
What your old man wants is not immigrants, but armed reclamation brigades.
Where can the marshal's house find five or six thousand people like this who are dissatisfied with their longevity? As long as there are such people, wouldn't it be good for them to farm in Hehuang?
Without immigrants, the Marshal's Mansion would not be able to control land five thousand miles away. This is a truth that everyone knows. Liu Xiangyu believes that even the Mongolian nobles who surrendered in Oirat know it very well.
This is undoubtedly the reason why the nobles of the Oirat tribes are willing to surrender and can accept any conditions of Liu Chengzong to a large extent.
As long as they can return to the Ili Valley, the sky is high and birds can fly, and the Marshal's Office has no control over them... In three to five years, it will be up to them to decide whether to obey or rebel.
"Seungjo, your eyes are looking too close."
Liu Xiangyu followed the temptation and said: "Chahar moved westward, the Jin Kingdom's front line advanced to the outside of Xuanfu, and tens of thousands of households in Ordos between Yulin Town and Ningxia Town were in chaos. With the Qinghai War, Chahar can no longer return to his homeland. ,what does that mean?"
Liu Chengzu blinked, not understanding what his father wanted to say.
Mr. Liu asked himself and answered: "This means that there are no foreign enemies on the three sides of Shaanxi, which has always produced elite soldiers and generals. The emperor will mobilize troops to suppress the rebellion, and the pressure on the rebels across the northern Shaanxi Pass and Shanxi will increase sharply."
Liu Chengzu's eyes lit up: "Father, do you want to mobilize the rebel army to go to Tianshan to form a garrison?"
Liu Xiangyu, who held the pearl of wisdom, was instantly overcome by his eldest son. He sat on a chair and held his forehead and sighed: "Do you think your father has the ability to mobilize the rebel army? Not even your younger brother has it. What's more, even if you want to mobilize, you have to be able to mobilize people." Get it here! Do you think Guyuan and Lintao towns are just a joke?"
Liu Chengzu turned to ask: "What does father mean?"
"Gansu, the Gansu border troops of the Sanjiehui."
Liu Xiangyu said: "They grew up in the Han region. They are good at military formations and weapons. They are able to organize themselves. They are all heroes who can endure hardships. They set up camp in the northern part of the Tianshan Mountains. They can protect the land without a problem. They have enough food and water to form an army. The guards are still able to roam all over the Western Region...aren't they the best immigrants?"
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