With a "boom" sound, the moving armored vehicle made a crisp sound of metal impact from where the front engine was located. After driving another ten meters, it slowly stopped in the middle of the muddy road.
The commander and gunner driving the car climbed out of the top cover and opened the engine cover with tools. The commander lowered his head and checked for a long time, but he didn't know what was wrong.
At this time, Fan Tong, who was wearing a helmet and a pair of sunglasses on his nose, popped up from the top of the command position. He sighed helplessly and asked, "What's going on?"
After the Battle of Outer Mongolia started, it was said that Fan Tong and Liu Sheng should be at the headquarters in Kyaktu, but this guy wanted to get addicted to "Armored Torrent", so Liu Sheng asked Fan Tong to set off first with the armored troops, and the two of them It was agreed to meet at Tashaartai, four hundred miles north of Kulun, on July 9.
It's really strange. Ever since the North Korean navy's armored vehicle troops set off from Kyaktu, Fan Tong has been like the god of plague. Whichever vehicle he gets on, something will go wrong. At present, the armored force has just crossed Kutlenarsutai, 310 miles south of Kyaktu. He has already changed his third vehicle, averaging one every 100 miles.
Fortunately, Fan Tong's car was not the lead car, otherwise the convoy behind would have to stop and wait, which would affect the troop's maneuvering schedule. During the maintenance period, more than a dozen armored vehicles followed passed by. Fan Tong only left one behind, and he urged the others to continue moving south.
According to the march plan, the armored vehicle unit must arrive at Tashartai Station 210 miles away today. The Kulun North Road military platform from Kyaktu to Kulun has a total of 12 stations, with a total length of 920 miles. Tashartai is the eighth station, located south of Hadamar Mountain and north of the Hala River, 520 kilometers away from Kyaktu , almost in the middle of the entire line.
After contacting the maintenance team at the rear, the other party asked the faulty vehicle to return to the Kutlenarsu Station three kilometers away for maintenance, where the Northern Navy Armored Forces had a temporary repair yard. After struggling for more than half an hour, the broken-down vehicle was dragged by the armored vehicle with a steel cable, and turned around with great effort and headed towards the Kutelnarsu Station.
As a temporary repair yard, Kutelnarsu Station is not large in scale. There were originally six thatched houses, four for accommodation, two for warehouses, and several barns. However, in compliance with the order issued by Cullen to "retreat across the board, strengthen the walls and clear the country", the post soldiers used a fire to reduce all buildings and things that could not be taken away to ruins before leaving.
After the Northern Navy occupied this place, they simply cleaned up the ruins; set up several tents, built simple fortifications, and surrounded the inn with barbed wire to prevent wild beasts. The most conspicuous thing in the empty field is a three-meter-high gantry made of steel pipes and logs, mainly used for hoisting engines.
When Fan Tongtong's pedestrians arrived at the inn, it was almost dusk and they saw a 10-ton high-chassis crawler transport truck parked in the yard. This thing is for the maintenance team. Zhao Xin bought it from another time and space. It is not expensive, the leather is durable and has no problem with off-road passing ability. It also has a four-meter-long bucket, which can accommodate people and Equipped with repair tools and parts, it is definitely a must-have artifact for traveling in Outer Mongolia in the 18th century.
After the faulty car was parked, several maintenance workers opened the front machine cover to reveal the engine and gearbox inside. The engine was checked, the pipelines were checked, the fire protection system was checked, and when the gearbox was checked, the problem was finally found.
"The side of the stall fell off." The leader of the maintenance team is Zhao Mao, who is also Zhao Xin's "Seven Samurai" Shiosuke. He and Wan Zao were the first to join the civil affairs tractor operator team, driving first and then repairing. After five or six years, they have rich experience. Last year, Zhao Mao finished reading the armored vehicle maintenance manual that Zhao Xin asked someone to translate. Now he is considered the "number one" in repairing armored vehicles and tractors in Beihai Town.
"How could this happen?!" The gear edge falling off is not a minor problem. Fan Tong knew that the gearbox might also be broken.
"It should be that the bearings were not preheated according to the technical manual requirements during previous repairs. In order to save trouble, the cold bearings were hammered into place with a sledgehammer. The bearing ribs were cracked and were invisible to the naked eye. After driving, the ribs gradually fell off, causing the gearbox body destruction."
"What a nonsense!"
Hearing Fan Tong's roar, the nineteen-year-old commander stood aside with a blushing face, feeling ashamed. He did this just to save trouble.
It is said that to form an armored force, you must first start with theoretical study, and then get on the vehicle for internship. However, for the Beihai Navy, whose cultural foundation is generally low, theoretical learning is really difficult to understand. Although each vehicle commander is issued a thick maintenance manual, most people still know it but don't know why, and they still cannot fully grasp the equipment management and support construction.
"Young man, please remember better!" Fan Tong sighed and patted the young commander on the shoulder to express comfort. Punishment was a matter for his superior company commander, and Fan Tong was more concerned about whether it could be repaired.
"Can it be fixed?"
Zhao Mao said with a relaxed expression: "We need to get a new gearbox. I happen to have two spare sets here. Don't worry, chief."
Fan Tong felt relieved after hearing this and said, "Then you should work harder. It will be repaired today and we will be on our way tomorrow morning."
The accompanying staff officer went to send a report to Kyaktu and the front-line troops. Fan Tong was fine. He looked around in the post station, and then took two guards to a grass-covered mound outside the barbed wire fence to see the scenery.
The scenery on the prairie in June is indeed infinitely beautiful. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the endless green grass seems to be lined with a layer of gold, so green that one's heart trembles; the tributary of the Orkun River on the east side of the station flows quietly and sparkles. sparkling. On a meadow on the river bank one kilometer away to the south, dozens of sheep were being driven back to the pen by herdsmen. A newly built yurt was smoking, and a child was playing with his dog in front of the door.
Just like what Agui said to Qianlong, Khalkha Mongolia is not Monan Mongolia. Ninety-nine percent of the people here make a living by herding and live in pursuit of water and grass. Only in the city of Khovd can there be farming, and the wilderness is clear. Can't. What's more, the stations on Kulun North Road are all located in the hilly areas of the Selenge River Basin with rich water and grass, which is a good place for grazing.
The Northern Navy has been in Kyaktu for several years, and herdsmen from various alliance banners within hundreds of miles have heard of this prestigious army; not only is it powerful in fighting, but it is also kind to the common people. Some poor herdsmen cross the border to hunt and herd, but the patrols of the Northern Navy do not drive them away when they encounter them. After checking, they are allowed to leave on their own, and sometimes dry food is exchanged for the prey brought by the other party.
You must know that before the Northern Navy captured Eastern Siberia, the Qing Dynasty and Russia imposed very severe penalties on cross-border hunting. According to the provisions of the Treaty of Blenski, if someone from both sides crosses the border to hunt, not only will their prey, weapons, saddles and all belongings be confiscated, but they will also be beaten with a hundred sticks as a warning.
Faced with such beautiful scenery, Fan Tong wanted to recite a poem or sing a song, but as soon as he started to express his emotions, he was interrupted by the buzzing of mosquitoes around him. The richer the grass and water on the prairie in summer, the more mosquitoes there are. Fortunately, he and his men were wearing anti-mosquito hats, long clothes and long trousers, and sprayed mosquito repellent on their bodies, otherwise they would have been covered in bites.
Before the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, Fan Tong, who had returned to his tent, received a report from the sentry that a Mongolian shepherd led a horse and carried two tied sheep to the outside of the inn. There was a Buryat soldier named Baoyinlige in the infantry squad responsible for stationing here. After some inquiries with the other party, he found out that the herdsman was here to pay taxes.
"Pay taxes? What taxes?" Fan Tong was a little surprised. The Beihai Navy did not require herders to pay taxes.
"Chief, the situation is like this. In the past, the owners of the Zasak banner would tax the herdsmen below. Now those princes Taiji and others have gone south, and the herdsmen have come to pay us taxes."
"Oh, that's it!" Fan Tong suddenly realized that he still knew something about this matter.
In this era, the taxes levied by the Mongolian princes and Taiji were all in kind, based on the number of cattle and sheep. The calculation ratio of cattle and sheep is one to five. For example, if there are more than five cattle or twenty sheep, one sheep will be taken as tax; if there are forty sheep, two sheep will be taken as tax; if there are less than five cattle, the tax will be taken as follows: A cow takes three pots of corn to collect the tax.
The question is, if the herdsmen don’t cultivate the land, where will the corn come from? It's simple, first sell the sheep for money, and then use the money to buy rice. Inside and outside, you have to be exploited twice before paying taxes.
This is said, but in fact, in order to plunder more wealth, the princes and nobles often increase temporary apportionments. These temporary apportionments basically have no quota and have extremely many names. As a result, the majority of herdsmen are becoming more and more impoverished day by day. Once they encounter natural disasters , often unable to stand on their own feet, either fleeing with flags or selling themselves into slavery.
Fan Tong immediately said to the sentry: "Go and tell that man that our Bei Navy does not have these rules. We can buy a few sheep and ask him if he wants salt or grain."
"yes!"
A few minutes later, Zhuangding Bulgude, who belonged to the right-wing Zuomo Banner of the Tuxie Tuhan Tribe, opened his mouth in disbelief when he heard from Baoyinlig that no tax would be collected. However, what surged in his heart was not joy, but panic, and he didn't even listen to the subsequent words about buying sheep.
The reason why Burgud is like this can be explained by a Mongolian saying: There is no Albatu without Noyan, and there is no Noyan without Albatu. The so-called "Noyan" is the lord, and the "Albatu" is the common people.
The Mongols under Manchu rule were divided into four classes: secular lords, monk lords, commoners and slaves. Among them, the civilians are divided into two classes. The first is the free people, including Jianding and Dududing. Among them, Jianding is a soldier and belongs to Zasak; Dududing belongs to the temple, that is, novices and lamas. The second is the people, including Suiding, Lingding, Miaoding, Zhuangding, etc.
Sui Ding is responsible for the taxes and other obligations of the prince to whom he belongs, and he is exclusive to the prince and does not have any responsibility for the flag; Ling Ding is the person who guards the tombs for the princes and nobles; Temple Ding belongs to the temple and the Zasak Lama; Zhuang Ding refers to the person who is related to the sect. The owner is a farmer engaged in farming and grazing. Although these various "Dings" were not like slaves who could be bought, sold and pawned by the lords at will, their status was low, almost the same as domestic slaves.
For Zhuang Dingbulgude, who is the right-wing left-most bannerman of the Tuxie Tuhan tribe, since the Northern Navy has defeated the original lord Taiji and occupied a large area of grassland on the river bank, then they are the new local lords and will pay their dues. Taxation is a matter of course.
Burgude's actions made the Beihai Navy on duty at the door dumbfounded. Baoyinlig spent a long time talking, and finally made the other party understand that the Beihai Navy did not collect taxes from the poor herdsmen.
"You really don't charge taxes?"
"No!" After hearing the decisive words of the sentry on duty, Bulgude finally felt relieved. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the sentry seemed to have mentioned salt just now.
"Yes, our chief said that we can buy some sheep from you with grain and salt."
At this time, Burgud was finally overjoyed. He said to the sentry with a grateful face: "Can I change some of them? Grain and salt. If you have tea, I would like to change it too."
A deal was concluded, both parties were happy, and Fan Tong also came out to watch the fun. When Bulgud heard that the fat man with a big smile in front of him was a high-ranking official of the Northern Navy, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude. Fan Tong did not care about the fishy smell on his body and stepped forward to help him up. Labra comforted him with a few words. Only then did he realize that the seemingly middle-aged Mongolian in front of him was in his early twenties and had two sons, the elder was five years old and the younger was three years old.
"Why didn't you run to Cullen?"
"Everyone goes there, there are too many people, the cattle and sheep are crowded together, it is easy to get sick, and there is no food."
"You flag masters don't care?"
"The young one is not an archer, so why should we listen to him when grazing?"
"How was your day?"
"As long as there are no corvees, I can still make ends meet. If there is a natural disaster or something, it will be hard to say."
It's still quite cool at night in Mobei in midsummer, with the average temperature only being 7 degrees above zero. The people in the mechanical repair team were still hurrying to make repairs, and Fan Tong immediately asked the cooks to kill a sheep and make soup for everyone. Upon seeing this, Bulgude immediately offered to help; he could tell from the clumsy movements of the cooking soldiers that these "Bodhisattva soldiers" were not good at killing sheep.
The Mongols had their own way of slaughtering sheep, and their techniques were very clean and neat, which opened Fan Tong's eyes. Burgud and the cooking soldier laid the sheep down on a clean ground, and then he used a knife to stab a two-inch-long gash in the lower part of the chest. Burgud then reached into the abdominal cavity, pierced the sheep's thoracic diaphragm with his fingers, then reached into the chest cavity, used his fingers to find the aorta in the spine, and pulled it off. At the same time, in order to allow the sheep's blood to flow into the chest cavity quickly, Burgud asked the cooking soldiers to cover the sheep's mouth with their hands to suffocate it.
The next step was to peel off the skin, first the middle part, then the upper part and the tail. Bulgude's technique was very fast, and it took only ten minutes to peel off a complete sheepskin. After that, the body is disemboweled, the internal organs are removed, and then the limbs are inserted into the opening of the chest diaphragm to form a bucket-like chest so that the sheep blood can be concentrated in the chest.
"Quickly pick off some pieces of meat, including eggs and kidneys!" Fan Tong was already moving his index finger, and the bonfire to drive away mosquitoes was also lit in the open field. He planned to grill some meat skewers.
At this point, all the subsequent work can be completed by the cooking soldiers. But when Bulgude helped the cooks move the disemboweled sheep into the kitchen, he was quickly attracted by the cooking utensils in the room. He looked at the aluminum pots of different sizes on the stove and wooden shelves with an envious look in his eyes.
After working for a while, until the fresh mutton and large bones began to cook and the aroma came out, Burgud walked out of the kitchen. When he saw the blazing bonfire in the courtyard, he frowned, found Baoyinlige by the light of the fire, said a few words, then walked quickly to the door, got on his horse, and ran towards his house. Went to the yurt.
The sentry on duty at the door was very surprised and said loudly: "Huh? Why did he leave without taking anything?"
Baoyinlige came over and explained: "He said that neither hay nor cow dung was put in our fire. The smoke was not strong enough to drive away the mosquitoes. Go back and get some for us."
More than half an hour later, Burgud rode back with a cloth bag on his horse, filled with dried cow dung. He carried the bag and walked to the bonfire, bowed to Fan Tong who was eating barbecue, and then poured half the bag of cow dung into the fire. In an instant, a thick column of white smoke rose up. So not only did the mosquitoes escape, but Fan Tong was also fumigated.
Later, in order to thank this simple herdsman, Fan Tong not only gave Bulgude a fifty kilogram bag of flour, a kilogram of refined salt and a bag of tea, but also asked the cooking soldiers to bring him a large aluminum pot with a diameter of 40 centimeters. he.
Fan Tong's move shocked Bulgude and he refused. Although he wanted it very much, metal cooking utensils were too precious to the people on the grassland; in the past, when they exchanged items from Shanxi merchants, they could not exchange five sheep for a small iron pot. In Burgud's view, such a large pot was worth at least twenty sheep. That was half of his family property and he really couldn't afford it.
But when Fan Tong smiled and stuffed the aluminum pot into Burgud's arms without any explanation, and asked Baoyinlig to translate it and said it was for him, the other man suddenly threw himself on the ground and trembled. Sobbing, he said a few words in a hoarse voice, then stood up, put the large and small bags on the horse, led the horse and disappeared into the darkness.
When everyone was gone, Fan Tong casually asked Baoyinlige, "What did he just say?"
"He said that no matter where you are grazing in the future, even if it is thousands of miles away, as long as you use him, he will come and work for you with just a greeting!"
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