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    Chapter 4 The Man (Part 3) Chapter 4 The Man (Part 3) "Boda Chechen Khan." Although Zhao Tianlong is both civil and military, he has lived at the bottom of society for a long time and has no understanding of what happened to the Manchu and Mongolian nobles.  The old man's brow furrowed imperceptibly, and the hand that was cutting meat for Siqin stopped in mid-air.  Before he could figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Bori Tiechi, Siqin had slowly sat up straight, raised the corners of his mouth, and responded with a smile: "You are talking about Huang Taiji."  Of course I remember the city-wide alliance we made with the Mongolian tribes after the death of Lin Dan Khan. It was a shame for the entire grassland. Since then, our Mongolian people have never been able to revitalize. " "You can't say that.  , After all, Boda Chechen Khan did not kill all the Mongols at that time. After the covenant was signed, the Aixinjueluo family also kept its promise from generation to generation. "Although it hit a hard nail, Bo Ri Tie Chi Na.  But he didn't worry, he smiled and continued to sell his fake medicine.  Not to mention, his words have a certain market among the Mongolian nobles. After hearing this, the upper-class figures of Yetehou Banner of Zhongwu Banner all whispered in agreement, "That's true." "We Mongolians have always been at odds with the Manchus.  We are the same family." "In terms of blood, the Aixinjueluo family has been bleeding with Mongolian blood since Huang Taiji." Siqin felt irritated by the constant chatter in his ears and patted his lower body hard.  He stood at the front table and sneered loudly, "If we really treat us as a family, we would not divide the grassland into such fragments, let alone force us Mongolians to send all the boys to become lamas. Think about it, in the history books  Records show how many Mongolians there were on the grasslands when Lin Dan Khan was alive, and how many Mongolians there are on the grasslands now. This is because after the Republic of China, no one forced us to send our children to temples anymore. If it is still like before  In that case, the first four of the five men in the family will be sent to the temple. In a few decades, will there be anyone on our grassland?" This rebuttal was so powerful that all the noise immediately stopped, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty ruled.  After taking over the Central Plains, the Mongolian nobles did distribute a lot of war dividends to the Mongolian nobles. However, during the more than two hundred and sixty years of their rule, the Mongolian population dropped sharply, which is an indisputable fact.  Although no one here can tell the difference in specific numbers, when Lin Dan Khan was in power, he could easily gather hundreds of thousands of troops to fight on the battlefield of Huang Taiji. But now, all the Mongols on the grassland, regardless of men and women combined,  I'm afraid they can't even get together half a million people. Some flag owners who are extremely unlucky, including all the noble and lowly subordinates under their command, can't even get a hundred. They are not even as good as a village chief in the pass, let alone those famous warlords.  Comparatively, (Note 1) I didn¡¯t expect that Siqin¡¯s mind would still be so sharp after drinking so much. Bori Tiechi couldn¡¯t help but feel a little anxious. He turned around and looked at the screen behind him and said nonsense: ¡°Put the last  Outstanding boys were sent to serve the Buddha so that the Buddha could protect the long-lasting prosperity of the entire grassland. Every Mongolian family was once proud of this, not because His Majesty the Qing Emperor forced us to do this. As for the decrease in population,  That may be related to the living habits of us Mongolians, and it cannot be blamed on the Lamaism." "Is that so?" Siqin curled his lips and continued to sneer loudly, "Then why don't you continue to be yours?  Lama, did the Buddha expel you, or did you betray the Buddha yourself and deliberately cause disaster to the grassland? " "This." Bo Ri Tie Chi Na's face turned red when he was asked, and there were veins pulsing on his forehead. The reason why he took the initiative to return to secular life.  Of course, it is to compete with his nephew for the inheritance rights of Wuqi Yete. However, although everyone can see this reason clearly, it cannot be announced in public anyway, but if he does not admit that he returned to the secular world to compete with his nephew for position,  , he had to explain to everyone why he voluntarily left the monastery. According to his own previous logic, since entering the monastery was to let the Buddha protect the prosperity of the grassland, then voluntarily returning to secular life would be a betrayal of the Buddha, or no longer treat the grassland  Keep the rise and fall in mind.  "Well, hum, cough, cough, cough." Just when he was at a loss, a few gentle coughs suddenly came from behind the screen. Boru Tiechi immediately raised his head as if he had been hit by a big smoke needle.  , stared at Siqin's face, and asked loudly: "Let's not talk about this today. It is impossible to explain these things clearly for a while. I want to boldly ask His Highness Siqin today, in your eyes, the Qing Kant  Is the emperor still everyone¡¯s master?¡± ¡°Kant,¡± Siqin was stunned by the question. It took a lot of effort to understand that Bo Ri Tie Chi used the reign name to refer to the current emperor of the Puppet Manchukuo.  , Aisin Gioro Puyi, shrugged his shoulders a few times, and laughed loudly, "You mean Pu Yi, the coward who is willing to be a puppet for the Japanese, and he has the nerve to say that he is a descendant of the Aisin Gioro family,  , since you admire him so much, let me ask, can that coward's order be sent out of the palace without the little devil's permission? " "You"Bo Ri Tie Chi Na was so angry again that he held the wine bowl and trembled all over, "You, how can you say such things to His Majesty the Emperor? He, he had to accept the Japanese for the long-term interests of our Manmeng."  His help is just like that of Tang Gaozu. "Don't compare him with Tang Gaozu. He is not worthy. His virtue is like Shi Jingtang at best." Siqin slammed the table again and interrupted loudly, "Even if  If he really becomes Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty in the future, I will not recognize him as my master. I, Siqin, am the daughter of a Mongolian, and I only have one master above my head, Changshengtian." "You, don't forget, our Mongolian tribes back then.  We have an alliance with Boda Chechen Khan." Bo Ri Tie Chi was frightened and took two steps back, jumping on his feet and shouting.  "Covenant!" Siqin continued to curl his lips, "If the covenant two hundred and seventy-eight years ago is also valid, then I would rather abide by the one that is farther away, which is engraved on the stone of the big smoke mound outside Black Rock City. That is  The Emperor of Heaven engraved it with us Duoyan people back then. You should know what promises our Duoyan Three Guards made back then. " "Boom." All the nobles present, whether it is Wuqi Ye Tehouqi's own or others.  Those who came to support the Bo Ri Tie China or Little Arslan platforms were all shaken to the point of dizziness, including not only the four banners of Wuqi and Yete, but also dozens of nearby Mongolian tribes within a few hundred miles, large and small.  In fact, they all came from the Duoyan Sanwei, and the Duoyan Sanwei were the die-hard subordinates of Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty. They assisted the latter in going south to fight for the throne, and received generous rewards from it. After that, as time changed, the Duoyan Sanwei fell apart and each succeeded.  The relationship between the emperor and the Ming Dynasty was good and bad, but until the moment when the Ming Dynasty was overthrown by Li Zicheng's peasant army, there were still descendants of the Duoyan people who died in battle on the city walls of Beijing.  Although the above-mentioned anecdote is rarely mentioned, it has always been used as an example of Mongolian loyalty and trustworthiness, and is widely circulated among the nobles, especially the stones in the Dayandun Altar that are fully engraved with Basiba characters.  It is regarded as the pride of all Mongolians by the upper class of the entire Eastern Mongolian grassland. Compared with it, the alliance under the city that Huang Taiji forced the ancestors to sign was simply a firefly competing with the sun and the moon. No matter what kind of  The weakness and paleness cannot be concealed by any means of describing and admiring him. (Note 2) "You, you are talking nonsense." Bo Ri Tie Chi spent half his life reading and reciting scriptures, and his knowledge is simply not the same as those who have been educated in orthodox aristocrats and modern schools.  The educated Siqin Nengbi, his lips trembled and groaned, and could no longer say a complete sentence.  The person who had just been hiding behind the screen and coughing to support him saw this, so he had no choice but to go into battle with bare arms. He laughed a few times, then walked out with square steps, and picked up a bowl of kumiss from the master's seat.  , "I have long heard that His Highness Siqin has a strong memory and a photographic memory. I learned it on the spot today. Sure enough" "You, you are Kawada Kuniaki, Bo Ri Tie Chi Na, you actually dare to invite the little devil  Come and support me." Zhao Tianlong had long noticed that there was someone hiding behind the screen and had been secretly on guard. However, he never expected that Bo Ri Tie Chi Na would be so frantic. After being stunned for a few seconds, he finally recognized the screen.  The dwarf in traditional Mongolian clothing who came out later raised his meat cleaver and rushed up.  "Hula la." A large number of heavily armed guys immediately poured out from behind the screen, including Mongolians and Japs. They protected Kawada Kuniaki completely. After Boru Tiechi saw it, he immediately cheered up and said,  Standing on tiptoes, he bared his teeth and claws at Zhao Tianlong, "This is my home. I can invite whoever I want. Mr. Long, are you going to hurt my guests at the banquet?" "Brother Long."  Seeing that there were so many people on the other side, Qin quickly pulled Zhao Tianlong hard, "We Mongolians have a rule not to draw swords at the banquet." Then, she turned her head to Bori Tiechina, "Who are you inviting?  We, the couple, have no right to interfere, but God is watching. Sooner or later, you will regret what you did today. We, the couple, thank you for your hospitality and say goodbye." After that, he dragged Zhao Tianlong's arm and left.  At the door of the banquet hall, Bo Rie Chi Na had already seen Tu Qiong Dagger. He was not willing to let the two of them leave. He immediately threw the wine bowl on the ground and shouted loudly, "The master hasn't finished speaking yet, you two."  How can you leave? Come on, let me have a guest." "Hulala." More Mongolian warriors rushed in from the door, each holding a bright steel sword in their hands, sealing Siqin and Zhao Tianlong.  The way to go as a couple.  When the guests saw this, they were all shocked. You must know that since Genghis Khan unified the grasslands, protecting the safety of guests has become a rule of thumb for all Mongolians. In order to please the little devil, Boridiechi even set this rule with Genghis Khan.  He dares to violate the rules. There is nothing in this world that he dare not step on.  "Bori Tiechina, are you still a Mongolian?" In order to show respect for the owner of this room, Siqin and Zhao Tianlong both put their guns in the hands of the guards.How could he handle dozens of steel knives with his bare hands? In shock and anger, he couldn't help but turn around and scolded harshly.  "I, I, this is also for the peace of the entire Dongmeng grassland." Bo Ri Tie Chi did not dare to meet Siqin's eyes. He lowered his head and tried to hide behind his bodyguard, "The Kwantung Army has already arrived.  Okay, if you continue to act like crazy, the grassland will be in disaster. Why don't you let me plead for you and offer your sincerity to the Japanese, so that you can be lenient and change your ways?" He said before he finished speaking.  , Zhao Tianlong jumped up violently, and the meat cleaver in his hand turned into a white rainbow and went straight to his chest. The guards around him were startled and quickly raised their stools to block it. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted, Zhao Tianlong pulled  He took Siqin's hand and rushed towards the door quickly.  "Stop." Upon seeing this, the two Mongolian guards who reacted relatively quickly turned their blades upside down and smashed them hard. Zhao Tianlong didn't even look at them, but kicked them out one at a time and continued to pull Siqin forward.  Seeing this, the other Mongolian guards also rushed forward, either with knives or with their bare hands, trying to take down the guests. Zhao Tianlong's old injuries were not healed, and his skills were not as good as before, but he was still not the one that these rotten fish and shrimps were attracted to.  Those who could match him, punched and kicked him like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and in the blink of an eye he forced his way through the guards and escorted Siqin to the outside of the banquet hall.  The guards were beaten and staggered around, screaming in agony. Some of them still had some conscience in their hearts, so they simply lay on the ground in a coma and refused to get up.  At this time, the cronies of Zhao Tianlong and Siqin had already realized that something was wrong. They pulled out their swords and pistols and fought with the best friends of Boridiechna. However, their number was too small, and the other party made a move in advance.  Although they were fully prepared, they soon suffered all casualties and were unable to provide any effective support to the targets that needed protection.  The moment Zhao Tianlong took action, he expected that this would be the case. He quickly bent down, picked up two steel knives from the ground, handed one to Siqin with the handle upside down, and held one in his hand, shaking it gently.  Shaking, he ordered in a low voice, "Go to the stables. I will protect you in a while and fight out from the back door of Baylor's Mansion. When you get out of the door, go straight to Qilin Ridge and let Fatty Zhang prepare early." "I, I" Siqin said again.  She was full of hatred and regret, and her face was full of tears. However, she did not say anything about life and death. She nodded vigorously a few times, leaned against Zhao Tianlong, and raised the steel knife side by side.  "Master Baylor has an order to capture them alive." A guy with a deer head and rat eyes took the lead and chased out of the banquet hall, shouting orders.  The Mongolian warriors who had been ambushing in the yard swarmed up and used wrestling techniques in the hope of keeping Siqin and Zhao Tianlong alive. "Get out of the way if you don't want to die. Zhao's sword doesn't want to be stained with the blood of his own clan." Zhao Tianlong  He shouted loudly and raised his sword to fight. Wherever the cold light fell, blood flowed.  A bold Mongolian warrior rushed forward with his sword, but he kicked him up into the air. The guards following this man quickly dodge, but Zhao Tianlong saw the right moment and pounced nearby, using his sword.  The light swept across like a bolt, "Pfft,,." "Pfft,,." "Pfft,,." Blood rushed into the air like a fountain. Three guards covered their arms and retreated, and two more had their stomachs cut open.  Staggering to the ground, Siqin quickly followed behind Zhao Tianlong, slashing with the steel knife and cutting off another head.  A Japanese soldier rushed over with a bayonet, and the tip of the knife went straight to Zhao Tianlong's chest. However, Zhao Tianlong raised the knife and dropped it, cutting off half of his body. Taking advantage of the moment when the blood spattered, Zhao Tianlong stepped forward violently.  He took a step forward, put the blade on the shoulder of a Mongolian guard, and pushed the man half a foot away. Then, he quickly waved his arm and slashed the neck of another man who was trying to fish in troubled waters, knocking out the man's artery.  , trachea and cervical vertebrae were cut off together, leaving only a little bit of skin and flesh, and with the unconscious head and melon seeds, he staggered into the crowd.  Several steel knives stabbed Zhao Tianlong in the back of the heart at the same time, but Siqin risked his life to stop him. Zhao Tianlong, who was walking in front, seemed to have a third eye on the back of his head. He turned quickly and shouted, "Go to hell." The voice was like thunder,  Rolling over the Baylor Mansion, lightning arrived one step ahead of the thunder, jumping on the bodies of several knife-wielders, turning them all into corpses.  Zhao Tianlong held Siqin in one hand and held a knife in the other. He turned and walked forward through a pool of blood. Every step he took would kill someone. In a few breaths, he had already opened a passage among the people blocking the way. In front of him and behind him, lay  Full of corpses of those who blocked the road.  The steel knife in his hand had turned into a saw, and his whole body was as red as if he had just been fished out of a sea of ??blood. However, within five meters in front of and behind him, no one was brave enough to dare to provoke. All those who were ordered to block the road were  Their faces were pale, their hands and feet were cold, and their bodies were shaking and shaking, especially those guys who were facing Zhao Tianlong. Every time Brother Long took a step forward, they staggered back, lest they get too close and become a new round of  The soul of the dead under the sword.  "Get out of the way, we Mongolians have no rules about hurting guests." Zhao Tianlong dropped the "saw", bent down and picked up another knife in his hand, holding a knife on one side.?Move forward, shouting reminders at the same time.  He wanted to awaken the remaining conscience in the hearts of the guards, but the latter cared more about the punishment of Bori Tiechina. Suddenly he let out a wail, closed his eyes, and waved the steel knife vigorously. Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong sighed helplessly.  After taking a breath, he pulled Siqin and continued to charge forward. In a moment, he chopped down more than a dozen people again, and his body came out of the formation.  Seeing that the stable was close at hand, he turned around and blocked the way of the pursuers, "Hurry up and ride Fatty Zhang's white dragon colt. That horse is fast. Once you get on the horse, go directly to the back door. I'll stop them for you." "Yeah."  "Farewell is imminent," Siqin gritted her teeth to prevent tears from flowing out, "Brother Long, take care, Siqin will be yours in life, and your ghost in death." After that, she rushed into the stable and jumped.  She got on the back of the big white horse and cut the reins tied to the post with a knife. Just as she was about to break through the cage, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, her eyes turned black, and her legs could no longer control the mount.  Straight off the saddle.  "Siqin" Zhao Tianlong quickly turned around, hugged Siqin around the waist, and then quickly put his feet towards the stirrups. Before his thighs could exert force, there was a stabbing pain in his stomach, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.  Note 1: For specific data, see the Mongolian aristocrats on the grasslands responded to the Tongmenghui's appeal during the Revolution of 1911. The article believed that at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the total number of Mongolians on the grasslands was more than 10 million, but around 1911, there were only less than 10 million Mongolians left.  Half a million.  Note 2: Phasiba script was created by Mongolian and Yuan literati on the orders of Kublai Khan, with reference to Chinese characters and Arabic scripts. It was once the common script of the Yuan Empire, but was gradually replaced by other scripts.  Note 3: Let me tell you one thing. The update was not normal some time ago. It was because I went to Beijing for the annual meeting, seminars and a lot of other things. Today I have returned home. The update will continue. Around the middle of this month, this book will end.  Sorry, please continue to support Drunkard's "Man's Journey", thank you.
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