Hearing what the monkey said, except for Wang Er and Zhang Kai who were a little confused, Baoshan, Zhang He and Lao Suntou, the half-Mongolians who had been living in Inner Mongolia before, were silent for a while.
Baoshan sighed in silence for a while, "This is normal. We also have Taoist temples in Chahar, but most of them are in Cha'nan and some major towns.
Outer Mongolia was also part of us before. It seemed to be called the area under the jurisdiction of General Ulyasutai.
Later it was changed to Outer Mongolia. At that time, it was still our territory. I remember that when I was a child, I went to Outer Mongolia with Eji to do business.
I went to Da Ku Lun at that time, and I remembered that there was a very large Taoist temple there called the Fuyou Emperor Taoist Temple.
There are many Han Taoist priests and Mongolian Taoist priests inside.
They wore uniform vestments.
In fact, it has not been many years since General Xu last recaptured Outer Mongolia. I heard that the princes and nobles of Outer Mongolia warmly welcomed General Xu when he went there.
I guess many customs have not changed, but I don’t know what will happen in a few decades..."
Baoshan's words made the atmosphere in the team a little stagnant.
In fact, it's not just some landmark buildings. Even though it is hundreds of meters away from the distant town gathering place, Zhao Ming can see that some houses in the town retain a lot of the style of the previous dynasty.
In the previous dynasty, it was said that the Manchus were dominant, but in fact they had been assimilated invisibly, and the architectural style has been the Han culture for a long time.
This was also some of the characteristics of Outer Mongolia and Inner Mongolia in the early years. Scattered nomadic herdsmen lived in yurts, but some towns had Han cultural buildings.
But Zhao Ming was the most shocked.
Because in his previous life, he had seen some photos of Outer Mongolian towns on the Internet, and the photos at that time seemed to have almost no connection with Han culture.
From a glance, they all appear to be Russian customs, but who could know that a hundred or two hundred years ago, things were still like this here.
The major towns in Outer Mongolia now have not only Mongolians but also a large number of Han and Manchu people.
The Russians mostly used coercion and coercion against the Outer Mongols, and suppressed the Han and Manchu people.
This year's rebellion is dominated by Han and Manchu people. Of course, after so many years, the three bloodlines have long been integrated.
There are many Outer Mongolians in the rebellion, and among those in power in Outer Mongolia, there are also many Outer Mongolian dignitaries who appear to be submissive to the Russians, but in fact still have ulterior motives.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ming couldn't help but sigh.
In fact, as long as the country was unified enough and courageous enough at that time, even if a big northern warlord had a strong will, this huge piece of territory would not be lost.
This year is really the most promising year, but...
But hope and disappointment coexisted. The second Northern Expedition was only experienced in the first half of the year, and Marshal Zhang who was entrenched in the Northeast was assassinated again.
Marshal Zhang, who had just taken office, urgently needed to consolidate his territory and gather his old man's old troops.
The various warlords are busy recuperating and recuperating, and the Northeast is busy stabilizing, but they all have no time or energy.
Of course, Zhao Ming doesn't care about Marshal Zhang that much. Even if he is really free and energetic, there is still a question mark as to whether he can regain Outer Mongolia.
Other than that, everyone else seems to be pretty much the same.
Zhao Ming has read some recent newspapers. The principal's attitude towards Mongolia's southward movement can be described as fierce, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that the thunder is loud and the rain is small.
It's nothing more than causing some trouble for Yan Laoxi and gaining a high ground in public opinion.
It’s still about gaining the upper hand in internal fights.
It seems that now everyone has a unified attitude, which is to adhere to the principle that in order to resist foreign aggression, we must first settle the domestic situation.
Other than that, put it aside.
"What a pity..." Zhao Ming murmured in a low voice.
Hearing this, Wang Er seemed to have misunderstood the meaning and nodded, "It's a pity. It would be great if we could take back this territory."
"Don't even think about it!"
Zhang Kai, who seemed to be overly sensitive, immediately retorted loudly.
"Don't forget the purpose of our trip, and don't create unnecessary complications. We simply can't afford it!"
He was really afraid that Zhao Ming's head would get hot and he would decide to turn Waimeng upside down completely.
Doing this is simply because the old man is tired of hanging himself.
"Haha, brother Zhang, don't worry, I won't do anything stupid, don't worry!" Zhao Ming comforted him with a smile.
"I hope you do what you say!"
Zhang Kai glanced at Zhao Ming, then silently hurried on and breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Zhao Ming doesn't let go, this matter won't happen.
Go to the mine as soon as possible to check the situation. If nothing can be done, return home as soon as possible.
As for the lack of food and grass, the worst possible outcome would be to rob Outer Mongolia before leaving.
If it were not a one-time trip to Outer Mongolia, which would require a large detour and cost too much manpower and time, this business could even be done frequently.
Unfortunately, the nearest road was blocked by the Outer Mongolian army.
The team continued to gallop, encountering few obstacles along the way, because most of the time they could be identified through Hai Dongqing and his excellent code tracking skills.
In this way, conflicts can be avoided. In addition, Outer Mongolia is not like the Central Plains. There are some checkpoints that must be passed through, making entry and exit more free.
And this also brought some troubles to everyone. After several days of running, everyone who was still in high spirits was tortured to the point where they were no longer human or ghost.
The horses were galloping below, and the fierce wind made everyone lose their appearance.
Although everyone's faces were often red before, now they are not only red, but also purple. Many of the faces are chapped, and in severe cases, they have begun to bleed.
Some young men with tender skin had bleeding all over their lips and faces.
Even if you only expose your mouth, nose and eyes with a scarf, it will be difficult to prevent the hurricane from sweeping in.
On the contrary, Zhao Ming is in the best condition here. I don't know if it's because he touched the corpses of a large number of herdsmen and Mongolians.
She is quite thick-skinned, and apart from some redness, there is nothing unusual about her.
It was already the sixth day after departure, and the journey along the way was about three hundred kilometers, and it was definitely galloping at a speed of a hundred miles a day.
"Where is this place?"
Zhao Ming looked around and asked someone in the distance in a deep voice.
The man was a little short, with part Mongolian and Han ancestry. He also had a red face, but his eyes were bright and seemed to have light.
This man's name is Paigu, and he is the most clever one among the captives.
Not only is he short, he is also very thin, which is inconsistent with the stocky and burly physique of the Outer Mongolians.
"Zhao... Mr. Zhao, we should be near the northern hills of Saiyinnuoyan. The details are not clear, but we estimate that we are not far from the mine near Daekulun.
I've walked this road, and it had some influence. At least I didn't go the wrong way. "
Spare Ribs tried his best to explain in rather jerky Chinese.
Zhao Ming was already very satisfied with this. Although the explanation was vague, Outer Mongolia was still very primitive.
There is no landmark building in the wild, so you can only walk based on vague impressions. People who are familiar with it will basically not go astray.
At this moment, there was a sudden cry from above, and then a familiar big bird flew down like a bullet.
Starting at a distance of 100 meters, it entered the deceleration stage, like an airplane with its landing gear extended, and finally landed firmly on Zhao Ming's shoulder.
