Before humans entered the era of credit currency, money was always linked to precious metals such as gold and silver. Even if it was a banknote, it could still be linked to the same amount of gold and silver.
We must know that gold and silver are non-renewable resources on the earth, so human society has long been restricted by currency shortages and has been in a long-term era of deflation.
In this era, the purchasing power of money is extremely powerful, and it is even more obvious in Tsarist Russia. Many remote rural areas are still in the barter stage. At this time, if you have some rubles or pounds, including Chinese silver dollars, as long as you pay When you come out, you can really enjoy the treatment of a landlord.
The military pay of these Cossacks is very low, which is not enough for them to eat, drink and gamble on weekdays. The only surplus they have is money obtained from war seizures and plunder.
These are their old professions. The purpose of the army coming to Asia is to dig out the flesh and blood of China to enrich themselves. The Chinese can't rob them. It would be good to rob these Central Asian Kokand people. The thieves don't get away with it. Grab some. Yes, the pot is waiting for you at home.
"Ula...Ula...Ula..."
The Cossacks shouting long live slogans rushed forward like a tide. The high prices offered by the Chinese made them scream. Moreover, these people knew very well that the Kokand people could not return to Central Asia empty-handed. The gold they collected in Xinjiang I must have all my silver treasures with me.
The Chinese have said that they don’t want any of these seizures and can be divided among them.
Only when you have money can you have morale, and when you get rich can you work hard!
More than 9,000 Cossacks were like a heavy hammer hitting the camp in the river valley, and there were loud gunshots amid shouts of killing!
These rebels had originally escaped from the Western Regions, and their morale was extremely low. In addition, the people who attacked them this time were their original masters, the Tsarist Russian army. One can imagine what kind of decent defense they could organize.
One tent after another was knocked over, and the hastily organized war horses took turns to rush and trample them!
The most terrible thing is that these rebels no longer have one or two pieces of gunpowder, and their muskets have all become decorations. No matter how poor the Tsarist Russian army is, it is much better than them. The sound of rifle shooting has not stopped from the beginning.
Any mid-level or low-level officers who tried to organize the soldiers to resist became a target for the Cossacks to fight for. They named them with precise rifles and then rushed to chop off their heads with sabers.
These Cossacks had extremely rich experience in killing people. Such a thin and narrow saber could accurately cut into the joints of the spine, and the head would not break even if it was cut off!
There was no situation where the saber was stuck in the neck. These Cossacks were all crazy. Several people even fought for an officer's head, just like rugby.
Blood splattered all over his body, but he was extremely excited!
Everyone's eyes were red. Looking at these rebels running all over the mountains and fields, they were filled with money!
"God bless! Silver, Chinese money... our mother, wait for me to come home and buy you the fattest sausages!"
"I have two more daughters. The older one needs a dowry, and the younger one needs a doll... Don't run away, just be good and let me behead you. I need your head in exchange for the dowry and doll!"
"Fight... Ula... I am already forty-five years old. I am afraid I will never be able to fight again when I return to Moscow this time. I want to save more money for retirement. You people are my pension..."
Everyone has turned human life into a stepping stone in their pursuit of happiness. Everyone is thinking that after fighting for so many years, they cannot return to their hometown empty-handed!
Elderly parents, beloved lovers, children at home... may even materialize into warm cabins and two acres of potato fields!
The Tsar can no longer give all this, and the Chinese can't take it away... Damn it, why do these Chinese have to resist? How about being obedient and letting us rob and rule?
I can't get a wife, and I blame the Chinese. My son can't go to school, and I blame the Chinese. I lost a lot of money playing roulette last night, and I blame the Chinese!
These Cossacks were all hallucinating in the middle of the battle. Their desire for money, longing for their hometown, resentment towards the Chinese...all these emotions were entangled together, and then released on the heads of these Haokand rebels. .
The river valley was suddenly filled with the smell of blood, red mist began to float, and the screams were like purgatory!
Bai Yanhu looked at everything in front of him, his mind was spinning. He was desperate to the extreme, "Resist! Organize a battle formation to resist!"
"Are you all sheep? Are you all sheep to be slaughtered? Why don't you resist, why do you run away?"
Bang bang bang... Three gunshots rang out, and three bright red blood flowers bloomed on Bai Yanhu's chest. Then two war horses quickly rushed past him, and two sword lights flashed past.
One knife cut off his arm, and the other knife cut off his head!
Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he watched helplessly as the world rolled in front of him. This was a human head spinning in the air!
The two Cossacks were shouting in voices he couldn't understand and were stretching his head, "This is a high official, it must be a high official... Don't fight with me, get out of here!"
"Get out of here, I saw this first, I shot first..."
Bai Yanhu's head was thrown into the air, hit the ground, and then snatched up again. At the moment when his consciousness was about to fall into nothingness, he seemed to see the hometown where he was born.
"Those rows of Han Chinese...are lining up to be beheaded by me, and their heads are rolling on the ground!"
"It's so beautiful..."
Bai Yanhu, the largest bandit leader of the Gansu-Shaanxi Rebellion, died tragically in the pasture of the Andiyan Valley!
More and more officers were killed, and the rebels became less and less able to organize themselves. The frightened rebels fled in all directions, while some were so frightened that they simply knelt on the ground, motionless and refused to resist.
The Cossacks simply jumped off their horses, ordered the rebels to kneel in a row, and then chopped them from beginning to end. From the first to the last one, these numb rebels just watched death coming towards them, without even knowing how to move. .
They were so frightened that they couldn't think of anything!
After the massacre, there was a frenzy of looting. The Cossacks overturned all the tents and collected all the trophies they thought were valuable.
Gold, silver, jewelry and jade, and all kinds of utensils studded with precious stones, these rebels plundered almost all the wealth accumulated in Xinjiang over the past century.
"Look... are there Chinese books here? There are also many paintings. These things are not valuable, don't..."
"Are you an idiot? These things are more precious than gold. The Chinese like these things with words on them, so quickly take them and sell them back to the Chinese!"
"How many heads did you steal? Damn it, I only beheaded three, not even a single officer..."
"Me too, I only cut two... How about we go over there and have a look?"
I understand. Many Cossack cavalry did not behead anyone, nor did they grab too much treasure. They directly set their sights on the distant villages outside the river valley.
The cavalry quickly left the river valley and headed for the flat grasslands. This time the locals were unlucky. Many innocent herdsmen were treated as rebels and died tragically at home.
The head was cut off and the body was left at home! The red-eyed Cossacks even began to set fire to the evidence of the crime. At dawn, the pastures in southern Andijan were already in flames.
