The Khalkha Mongols retreated.
With endless despair.
Longyuan City gave them an unforgettable experience, which was also engraved in their nightmares.
Thirteen thousand people died under this city, but not even the wall was chewed down, which demonstrated the incompetence of the Mongols.
But they were also very aggrieved.
They have tried their best!
Forced attack, night attack, arson...
I tried every conceivable method, but to no avail.
It was so cold in the winter wilderness that the Mongolians' thin tents couldn't hold up at all.
After more than two thousand people froze to death in one night, the three leaders insisted on withdrawing their troops despite Haug's objections.
They are just ordinary Mongolians, very different from their ancestor Genghis Khan.
Maybe Genghis Khan would not be much better than them when facing such a city.
Despair spread among the Khalkha Mongols.
Because they know that when the weather warms up, the Wehrmacht will come back with a vengeance.
In war, how can one only fight others without others fighting back?
The question is, when they attacked the National Defense Forces, they suffered severe head injuries. When the National Defense Forces attacked them, could they withstand it?
If they can't stand it, where will they go?
Although the grassland is huge, the Mongolians still feel suffocated.
Whenever Nijinsky stopped, he wrote furiously on paper.
He believed that the Governor would be frightened when he saw these things, and His Majesty the King of Moscow would be equally frightened when he saw them.
Russia's vigorous eastward expansion movement seems to be in trouble.
Haug helplessly looked at the overwhelming white snow, watching the last warriors of the Qing Dynasty turned into statues in the wasteland.
He can't go back to Liaodong, and he can't restore the Qing Dynasty.
Can't even see the future clearly.
Xu Yaqing didn't know when she appeared, and no one was alarmed.
Haug envied her ability.
After all, in the unprotected wilderness, she was able to reach the military camp quietly.
"You are so powerful, can't you kill Zuo Mengeng?"
"He's even more powerful. I still can't understand the defense around him."
Xu Yaqing is a woman. Although she is proud, she does not care about admitting that she is inferior to others.
So Hauge sighed even more deeply.
"I think there is no need for you to worry about Zuo Mengeng for the time being. After all, you will die soon."
Hauge is no longer stupid.
After all, hardship makes people grow.
"Do you want to trade my head for a chance to live?"
"Do you want to?"
"No one wants to have their head taken away without telling them."
"Then you can strike first."
"There are too many Mongols."
"But they are not of the same mind."
"Don't the lamas think so?"
"You know, when lamas safeguard their own interests, they are always more decisive than the princes and nobles. After all, the princes and nobles are politicians, but the lamas still have faith."
"If they can't bear it, they can leave!"
"Where to go? There is no place for them on the plateau."
"Oh, they are all desperate poor people!"
Before the Mongols returned to Hulanhu, they dyed the snowfield red with their own blood.
Not only were they unable to defeat the Wehrmacht, they were also unable to resist Haug's surprise attack.
In this regard, Hauge still inherited a lot from Huang Taiji.
The heads of Gunbu, Subadi, and Shuolei were neatly placed on the wasteland, but it was absolutely impossible to survive this winter.
The remaining Mongolians had lost their souls. Although there were still tens of thousands of them, they obediently obeyed the commands of Hauge and Xu Yaqing, and rushed towards Hulan Huwen in spite of the wind and snow.
In Erdenizhao, King Gyaltsen held a grand Buddhist meeting.
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The nobles of the Mongolian region all flocked here, hoping to see the future direction clearly from the Buddha's mouth.
The fire at Erdenizhao showed that the path shown to them by the Buddha led to hell.
The Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain also felt that hell was opening its door to them.
The emperor came to Hubei, so the Taoist priests put on the most exquisite robes and cleaned Wudang Mountain spotlessly.
As a result, the emperor did not come and went directly from Wuchang to Yueyang.
Local officials from Wudang Mountain came and looked at the Taoist priests with disgust on their faces.
"The emperor doesn't like the Taoist priests who live in the mountains. It's the same with monks, lamas, and imams. If you want to live, get moving."
The Taoist priests trembled.
The next day, there were two-thirds fewer Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain.
They put on the shabbiest clothes, packed scriptures in their packages, carried long swords around their waists, and headed west, then west.
After all, if they don't go, there will be no more Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain.
At the same time, in Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi, Master Zhang also put away his compass and talismans, and took out his rusty sword.
After grinding for three days and three nights, the sword saw the light again.
Then he took thirty-six disciples all the way south, boarded a boat in Fuzhou, and threw himself into the sea.
Zuo Mengeng had no feelings about these commotions.
He stood on the Yueyang Tower, looking at the vast Dongting Lake, but he always felt that his momentum was lacking.
"Your Majesty is here, please leave your calligraphy treasure."
Zuo Menggeng did not listen to the compliments of the local elders.
"Fan Wenzhenggong is in front of me. Nothing I write can surpass him, so I won't make fun of him."
The elders laughed and laughed, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.
Sure enough, the emperor pointed to Dongting Lake and said what they were worried about.
"Dongting Lake is much smaller. This is not good. It must be restored."
One of the elders was very anxious.
"These are all rations for the local people."
Zuo Mengeng's face was cold.
"If you want food rations, go to Liaodong, Taiwan, or Luzon. Dongting Lake must be restored to what it should be."
Some among the elders are sad and angry.
"This will kill people."
Zuo Mengeng's eyes were like daggers.
"Is killing two hundred thousand people enough?"
The elders threw themselves down one after another, no longer daring to say anything.
On the same day, the emperor's edict was quickly conveyed to the surrounding areas of Dongting Lake.
Return farmland to the lake, and not even an inch of land is allowed to be retained.
At the same time, similar edicts came into effect in Poyang Lake, Taihu Lake, Chaohu Lake, Hongze Lake and other places.
No matter how many people cry, nothing can stop the emperor's will.
The excess population was put on ships and left their homeland.
The big family was also broken up into pieces and scattered all over the world.
The empire was still kind and gave them the right to choose.
Then just this summer, there were no floods in Dongting Lake, nor in Poyang Lake.
This is true across the Yangtze River Basin, even though this year's rainfall is more than three times that of previous years.
Dongting Lake seemed to become magnificent overnight, so that the setting sun reflected on the lake was magnificent for hundreds of miles.
Because of this incident, the people of Huguang did not have a good impression of the emperor.
They ate home-grown chili peppers, cursed at the emperor, and missed their relatives who were thousands of miles away.
No one noticed that there was more rice in the basin than before, and the half-grown boy ate it full and still had some leftover.
The emperor who was not nearby did not care about such curses, and the officials passing by just smiled when they heard such curses.
If ruthlessness can bring happiness, the emperor, government, and officials will all be willing to do it.
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