The crowd immediately became agitated. Before Hunchun could react, more than a dozen young men had already pressed him onto the bed, which was covered with a thick layer of quilts. Hunchun was also covered with four or five layers of furs.
"Get up!" People roared, and a dozen young men worked together to lift Hunchun up on their shoulders. At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians crowded into an alley, and the welcoming torches were held high to light the way for the general.
"The general has returned to the city! Mighty...kneel down!"
Under Aihui City, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians were crowded and kneeling on the ground in darkness. Hunchun had never seen such a scene before, his eyes were hot, and tears burst out of his eyes.
There is also the Ningguta area in Heilongjiang, which is the most bullied place by Rakshasa ghosts in the whole country. In the past, when the country was strong, the situation was a little better. The Rakshasa ghosts opposite were frightened by Emperor Kangxi and could do anything. Calm down.
But the old people have discovered that since the Jiaqing Dynasty, the number of Rakshasa ghost expeditions and caravans has gradually increased, and at that time provocative incidents at the border have also become more frequent.
The people who suffer the most are the common people. The Far East has been the place where the Tsar exiled prisoners since ancient times. The only ones who can be sent here from the richer Western Europe, except for adventurers, are criminals. These people have no moral bottom line.
He robs when he has nothing to eat, steals when he has nothing to wear, kills, steals, and bullies women. He does all kinds of evil! Moreover, these people have the same moral character as bandits. They will flee when they encounter a large army of regular soldiers, and fight when they encounter a small army. If they encounter ordinary people, they will naturally burn, kill, and loot.
There is no common people outside the customs who don't hate these Rakshasa ghosts, but the imperial court is useless. Since Jiaqing, Wang Erxiao's New Year has become worse every year.
In the eyes of these stupid and incompetent local officials, as long as the Rakshasa ghosts don't order soldiers to invade, as long as they don't occupy the land of the dynasty, they can turn a blind eye to the death of a few people.
As for the imperial court in Beijing, who has time to take care of the murders in several villages thousands of miles away? There is no local official who even reports them.
Year after year, the volcano in the hearts of the people accumulated more and more pressure. I used to think that Yishan and the Rakshasa ghosts would fight a few beautiful battles to vent their anger on the people, but no one expected that a battle would end. Down, more than one million square kilometers of land will be destroyed.
Not to mention venting his anger for revenge, he was just lying on the ground and pretending to be dead. The scars in the hearts of the people outside the customs had not healed yet, and this time he directly sprinkled a pinch of salt.
At this time, whoever can lead everyone to fight a proud foreign war will be a hero in the hearts of the people, and today's Hunchun just fills this emotional gap in the hearts of the people.
The 30,000 Cossack army was blocked to the north of Heilongjiang by Hunchun. Although there was no direct exchange of fire, everyone knew that the general had stolen 20,000 taels of gold from the Rakshasa ghost and forced the enemy back.
In the dark late Qing Dynasty, such a victory could be regarded as a miracle, and it is not too much to say that Hunchun was welcomed on such a scale.
Hunchun, who was dripping with horse urine, tried to get up, but Sister Wu held him down and whispered, "You deserve this. Building your image now will be of great help to you in ruling this place in the future." , don’t refuse, accept it all..."
Hunchun wiped his tears and clasped his fists gratefully and said, "Thank you, Master Kirigakure, for your wonderful idea. Without your guidance, I would never have had such an honor in my life!"
"There is no need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank the CIA! To be honest, the Prime Minister has a public opinion analysis department in the CIA. As long as you give them time, they can create heroes in the Qing Dynasty at will!"
"Of course, if they want, they can also destroy the hero..."
Hunchun shivered in fright, feeling the cold in his bones getting thicker and thicker. If my previous feelings towards Xiao Letian were just a mixture of rebellious, talented, admirable, hostile... and other emotions.
At this moment, Hunchun only had the two emotions of respect and fear in his heart. He had never met Xiao Letian, but since he had been in contact with the Volunteer Army, he had felt Xiao Letian's huge influence all the time.
The soldiers and civilians in Heilongjiang thought Hunchun was a national hero, but Hunchun himself knew that he was just a puppet on strings, and all the strategies were specified by Sister Wu and some intelligence officers around him.
Even including how to influence the emotions of the military and civilians, the CIA is also responsible for this kind of plan.
Including this Jiangxin negotiation, how Hunchun should steal the opponent's gold, how to suppress the opponent with crazy momentum, and how to make the soldiers and civilians on the south bank feel Hunchun's bravery, all of this was planned in advance.
There is a plan, a rehearsal, and a rhythm... There are also bonfires and torches to create an atmosphere, and rhythmic killing shouts to create on-the-spot sound effects.
This encounter with the Rakshasa ghost was more like a live stage play than a war.
The Rakshasa ghosts were frightened away, the people were inspired, and heroes were established... while the directors and editors behind the scenes remained unknown and hidden in the darkness.
Hunchun couldn't understand such a terrifying power, and he really couldn't say anything except awe.
"What are you looking at me doing? Raise your hand and wave to the people... By the way, this is what you should do! I will truthfully report to Your Majesty everything you did today!"
"Lord Hunchun, just wait for Duke Wandai!"
That night, Hunchun entered the city of Aihui amidst the cheers of admiration from all the people. Famous doctors from all over the city gathered in the garrison to diagnose and treat the general. The four doors were opened wide and countless messengers rode fast horses to send the news of Aihui's victory to all parts of the province.
At this point, even those local officials who were dissatisfied with Hunchun had to admit that with this victory, Hunchun's reputation outside the customs could be said to be at its peak. It was wishful thinking to expect the forces in Heilongjiang Province to drive Hunchun away.
The south bank of Heilongjiang was full of joy and joy. All the soldiers and civilians in the area who received the news of Aihui's victory were in high spirits. More people began to reward the troops, and more young men began to bring their own dry food to Heilongjiang to assist in the defense.
The successful experience of Aihuicheng was copied by the soldiers and civilians at countless ferries, and a chessboard drawing competition was held on the entire Heilongjiang ice.
Fadeev's group of people have gone crazy. All the places where they can cross the river have been destroyed by the Chinese. Looking around, there are holes in the ice broken by explosives, and there are latitude and longitude lines like a chessboard. But in the eyes of these Rakshasa ghosts, they prefer to call it Chinese farmland.
Some places in Heilongjiang are wide, and some are narrow. At the narrowest point, the distance between the enemy and us is only three to four hundred meters. From this distance, the Cossack cavalry can see the Qing soldiers on the other side making various insulting gestures at them.
Some people peed on them, some exposed their butts to them, and the most classic national curse was "Fuck!" All kinds of fucks drifted from the south bank to the north bank with the wind, and the angry Cossacks had no blood to dare to fight. But nowhere to vent.
"This damn river! Why is it not frozen any more solidly? Damn the Chinese, sooner or later we will kill your capital and occupy your emperor's palace! Just wait..."
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