Unexpectedly, Instructor Miaohua is indeed a genius. Not only is he proficient in Shaolin martial arts, but he is also very accomplished in Buddhism. After he negotiated with the lamas enthusiastically and without sacrificing Buddhist etiquette, he actually achieved good results.
After Huizong Temple knew that they were just passing by and did not intend to stay there for a long time, the great lama opened his mouth and actually invited thousands of officers and soldiers from the mercenary group to station in the temple, and also provided food and drink.
Zhou Wen originally murmured in his heart, fearing that the temple was too small and could not accommodate so many people.
Only after he took a few officers to inspect the temple did he realize that he was a frog in the well.
You must know that Huizong Temple was built by Emperor Kangxi in order to stabilize the dominance of the Qing Dynasty on the grassland. It was later expanded several times, so how could it be so small in scale?
Huizong Temple alone covers an area of 276 acres, and has a screen wall, a mountain gate, a bell and drum tower, a hall of heavenly kings, a Buddhist scripture building, ten Buddhist warehouses, five official warehouses, etc.
The main hall is 15 meters high, with double eaves and mountain style. The top of the hall is covered with blue glazed tiles and looks like a rolling dragon's spine.
Although it was getting late now, Zhou Wen could still see the various main halls of the temple stacked on top of each other in an orderly manner. The various Buddha statues in the halls had different expressions, and the interior decoration was magnificent and dazzling.
Zhou Wen's first intuition was not how grand and vast the temple was, but how rich it was, really rich, and so rich.
You know, Tibetan Buddhism does not have too many believers on the grasslands, and it has been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years. How come there are so few offerings from the princes and nobles? Look at those gold-plated Buddha statues, the gems inlaid in the Buddha statues, and the oil lamps hanging on the dragon pillars. The lampshades and bases are all gold-plated, which makes people’s eyes gleam.
Of course, Zhou Wen and others just looked at it with their tongues smacking, and they didn't have any other thoughts. But he knew that how could the magnificent decorations of Huizong Temple and the wealth accumulated over hundreds of years be preserved in the wars of the next ten years or so? In the end, it was just a passing cloud, and I don’t know who got the advantage in the end.
With so many buildings and such a large area, even the few empty official warehouses outside Huizong Temple are more than enough to station thousands of mercenary regiments.
After seeing Miaohua being surrounded by hospitable lamas entering the temple to exchange scriptures, Zhou Wen knew that he was in the favor of senior brother Miaohua this time.
When the officers and soldiers settled down, they found that the temple had mobilized many herdsmen and young lamas to bring a lot of sheep, food and horse feed. People who said they were in charge of food and drink were not just polite words, but it seemed that they really wanted to entertain them. Mercenary group.
Duolun City is divided into two urban areas, north and south, by a tributary of the Luan River. The north bank is the religious residence of Huizong Temple and its affiliated temples. Generally, no ordinary people live there. The south bank is the residential area and commercial area, where thousands of businesses are located. south bank.
At this time, after a long journey and a big battle, the mercenary group was finally out of danger, and the brothers could take a breather.
So, they lit a bonfire by the river and paid the herdsmen to help kill sheep and make tea. Kumiss and various foods were also constantly delivered from Nancheng District, and the brothers finally had a good meal.
But Zhou Wen had no time to spare at this time. He had to contact local government officials. After understanding the surrounding situation, he had to report the situation to his family as soon as possible. At the same time, he also had to get in touch with General Song Mingyuan. After all, this place was his territory in name. If he took over a city without saying a word, he had to at least say hello to the master, not to mention there were thousands of prisoners to deal with. I don’t have the time, nor the interest.
There is a county magistrate in Duolun City, but now, Zhou Wen spent a lot of effort to find the county magistrate in the prison.
It was a little mysterious to say that the most powerful person in the county was actually imprisoned in the county jail. But when Zhou Wen saw the county chief who had been tortured to pieces, he realized that in the prairie In theory, power has little to do with the size of the official position, but has something to do with the size of the fist.
Who had the biggest fist in the city before was, of course, the bandit leader Liu Guitang's fist.
It turned out that after General Song Mingyuan led the entire army to the front line of the Great Wall, only a few supplementary regiments and security regiments were left behind. Their numbers and combat effectiveness were limited, and they could only shrink to Zhangjiakou to protect their base. Duolun's strategic location is very important. If it does not send troops to garrison, it is likely to affect the security of Zhangjiakou.
Therefore, as a last resort, General Song sent Liu Guitang's troops, who had recently defected to him, to Duolun to garrison them. On the one hand, they are taking the opportunity to win over Liu Guitang. After all, he is also a powerful force with thousands of people. If he doesn't give him some sweetness, others will not completely join him, right?
Another thing is that he also knows what kind of people Liu Guitang is. If some people break out into gangsterism, releasing them to Duolun on the grassland can also reduce some of the impact and losses, right?
But he didn't expect that the gangster attack was not just a few people, but everyone from Liu Guitang down.
Ever since Liu Guitang arrived in Duolun, he had behaved well for a while. However, when he discovered that there were no regular garrisons in several counties around Duolun, at most they were some local security forces, and their numbers and combat effectiveness were not worth mentioning, He started to have weird thoughts.
Liu Guitang's biggest dream has always been not to serve as a high-ranking official, but to become a local emperor who does not care about heaven and earth.
You can be free and go your own way. You can grab the wealth of any house you like, and you can sleep with the eldest daughter or daughter-in-law of any house you like. This kind of life of a local emperor is called refreshing and happy.
But the premise of all this is that he has to have a large enough territory where he can play as much as he wants.
After struggling for a few years in Lunan, Han Fuqi drove him away, and after struggling for a few months in Rehe, he was still beaten away.
Now, who else in Chahar can restrain him?
General Song Mingyuan's troops went to fight the Japanese.
Hehe, he himself knows how powerful the Japanese are.
Not to mention the power of their airplanes, tanks, and cannons, but also their cavalry, those tall horses, those equipment that are armed to the teeth, those good swords that are so bright that people’s hearts tremble. If they come to the prairie, then It is the existence that sweeps across everything.
Only people whose heads are crushed by door panels would think of fighting the Japanese. Isn't that because the old man hanged himself because he was impatient with life?
Therefore, he believed that it was unlikely that General Song Mingyuan would be able to come back with all his men.
So, isn’t the entire Chahar our own territory?
It was really hard to find anything, and it took no effort to get it. Liu Heiqi, who co-wrote it, finally had his luck.
