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    "After meeting Mr. Chen, I had to go with him. Judging from what he said and what I saw along the way, the scope of the Tatar rebellion is not small. I believe there are Russians behind it.  Hands, these rude guys have no end to their desire for land, and sooner or later they will have a war with the Chinese. The last stop before leaving the fortress is Zhangjiakou, which was originally a fortress built by the ancient Chinese.  It resisted the barbarians on the grassland, but now it has turned into a huge market. Leather and livestock from the entire Northeast Asia are traded here. If we can control this place, then we can completely compensate for the loss from Buenos.  The dwindling loss of leather products imported by Aires (Buenos Aires is the capital of Argentina and an important port. The British finally controlled the export of leather and other livestock products in Argentina, but over time  In the second half of the 19th century, Americans began to gradually enter Argentina to compete with the British. The British's monopoly on leather products and meat exports was shaken, and they were eager to seek compensation elsewhere). The Chinese not only gained from trade.  Huge profits, and more importantly, they have economic control over the chiefs on the grasslands. Many chiefs owe money to Chinese businessmen, and they have to use their land, pastures and even their jewelry as collateral. More importantly, in Zhangjiakou.  I saw countless Mongolian and Central Asian merchants, but the number of Russian merchants was very small. This shows that the Chinese have an extremely huge advantage over the Russians in business. There is no doubt that this advantage will have a huge impact on the Russians.  The competition between China and the Russians in Northeast Asia and even Central Asia is of great significance. In my opinion, unless the Russians can complete the Trans-Siberian Railway from Moscow to the coastal states, they cannot change this situation.  The area where we are located is much closer to the heartland of the Chinese than to the west of the Ural Mountains, and Chinese merchants can provide many more goods than the Russians can provide. They are also more popular with the Tatar chiefs, and the freight is cheaper.  There are so many people. In this business competition, it is impossible for the Russians to win. "" Alas!" Chen Zaixing sighed and put down the last piece of paper in his hand. With his wisdom, it was not difficult to guess Gillings.  He was even sure that the other party's trip was under the orders of the British Central Committee, but Chen Zaixing was powerless to do anything about it.  Yes, he can find any reason to kill the other party, which is no more troublesome than crushing an ant to death, but what's the point?  Soon the British government will send a new guy over, and these things can be seen everywhere and cannot be hidden. Any sophisticated and smart guy can analyze these things and write a report and submit it to the British government.  By keeping it by your side, you can reduce the damage that the other party can cause as much as possible.  Thinking of this, Chen Zaixing stood up, put away the white papers in his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Here comes!" "Sir!" A subordinate came in from the door and bowed to Chen Zaixing.  "You immediately translate these things into Chinese, then make two copies, give one to me, and send the other to my mentor in Kunming immediately!" "Yes, sir!" The official took the paper with both hands and stepped back.  Chen Zaixing looked at his pocket watch, turned and walked towards the bed. When he reached the edge of the bed, he suddenly stopped and said to himself: "What is that Tuxie Tuhan doing now?" Kulun, Zhedan Temple.  This beautiful temple has been turned into a fortress at this time. Many of the exquisite walls outside the temple have been destroyed. Some were smashed by drunken mobs, but most of them were damaged by the Mongolian soldiers when they shot holes.  bad.  The fine wool carpet in the corridor of the monk's room was covered with stains left by muddy leather boots, and the loud and loud shouts of Russian military advisers could be heard everywhere.  "You cowardly dog!" Major Sharif, the general adviser of the Russian army, roared angrily. His brown-black cheeks were covered with moles. As the muscles on his cheeks twitched, the moles also trembled slightly. This made  He looked even more sinister.  The Mongolian leader who was kneeling on the ground lowered his head in fear, which made Sharif even more annoyed. He limped forward and took two steps. This was left by the bullets of local mountain people when he served on the Caucasus front.  Gift, but this does not prevent Sharif from galloping on horseback. Even among the Cossacks who are good at equestrian skills, Sharif is among the best.  "Twenty-four days have passed. It's been twenty-four days and you haven't taken down that damn castle yet!" Sharif dragged the Mongolian leader off the ground with his iron hook.  The same strong and powerful right hand strangled the opponent's throat. The Mongolian leader instinctively resisted with all his strength and tried desperately to pry Sharif's fingers off his throat with both hands, but the opponent's hands were like steel.  It can't be broken at all.  As time passed, the resistance of the Mongolian leader became weaker and weaker, and foam began to flow from the corners of his mouth. Seeing that this unlucky guy was about to be strangled to death by Sharif.  Thank you at this timeThe husband finally regained his rationality from his anger and slammed the other party to the ground.  The Mongolian army leader was writhing in pain on the ground, gasping for breath, and breathed precious air into his lungs again.  Looking at the Mongolian leader struggling painfully on the ground, the flames in Sharif's eyes gradually calmed down.  But if those veterans who have followed him in the Caucasus mountains for many years see Sharif's expression at this time, those tough guys who have long been accustomed to difficulties and death will be frightened and tremble like six or seven-year-old children, because they  It was clear that his anger at this time was by no means subdued. On the contrary, like a volcano that had not yet erupted, there was a more terrifying anger hidden under the calm surface.  Sharif squatted down, grabbed the shirt of the guy on the ground, lifted him up, stared into the other person's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Listen carefully to what I say next: I will give you another chance.  At this time tomorrow, I will stand on the roof of the Chinese fortress. There is also the Chinese commander named Jueluo. Whether he is dead or alive, I will see him. Do you understand? "That Mongolian commander?  The official nodded hurriedly to express Sharif's intention. The only thought in his mind now was to leave here as soon as possible, as far away from this terrifying brown-haired devil as possible.  "Very good! You'd better do what you say, otherwise, have you seen the pointed wooden stake outside clearly?" Sharif released his hands and pointed out the window. The Mongolian commander followed Sharif's fingers.  Looking in the direction, I saw four or five soldiers shouting slogans and erecting a four- to five-meter-high pointed wooden stake.  "If you haven't succeeded by this time tomorrow, I will attack this fortress myself, but before that, I must let you sit on a pointed wooden stake. I swear that my soul will be saved if you can be on the pointed wooden stake."  If I die within two days on the stake, may God punish me so that my soul will never be saved." Sharif said with a smile on his face.  The Mongolian army officer trembled all over. He bowed to Sharif, turned around and rushed outside quickly. Soon Sharif heard the rapid sound of horse hooves coming from outside.  "Cowardly Tatar dog!" Sharif snorted coldly, turned around and walked back to the inner room. As the leader of the military instructor group sent to Tushetu by Count Almuski, the governor of Eastern Siberia, Russia, Count Almuski chose him as the leader.  The leader of the military instructor corps is not without reason.  Sharif has been serving his "little father" (the nickname of the Orthodox Christians for the Tsar) with his blood and courage for twenty years since he was sixteen years old.  Whether it was the unruly mountain people of the Caucasus Mountains, the Tatars in the Siberian jungle, or the terrifying Turks, he had dealt with almost all of these enemies of the Russian Empire.  This career not only gave Sharif a wealth of military knowledge and commanding abilities, but more importantly, it tempered his entire being into a piece of iron, hard and cold.  For the benefit of the Russian Empire, Sharif could endure all pain and fatigue, and did not hesitate to whip, massacre, and set fire. For him, the first duty of a Russian was to be loyal to God's representative on earth - His Majesty the Tsar.  Everything else is below this code.  At noon on the eighth day after the mutiny, Sharif led a military delegation to Kulen, but what he saw made him very disappointed.  Tushetu Khan, who claims to be a descendant of Genghis Khan, has wasted eight precious days. Not only did he not organize the tens of thousands of mobs gathered in Kulun into an army, he also did not even have the small fortress where the Chinese military officer responsible for monitoring Kulun was.  After the capture, even the six eight-pound cannon that Count Almuski had given him as a gift were thrown away.  The Chinese garrison captured these cannons in a raid and became their most advantageous weapon when defending the castle.  Sharif acted quickly after arriving. As a senior officer who had served in the Caucasus and Eastern Siberia for nearly fifteen years, he knew very well that for these unruly Tatars, whips, pointed wooden stakes,  and the gallows were more effective than words. After sending more than 400 thugs to the pointed wooden stakes and the gallows, the drunkards and thugs running rampant in the streets of Cullen disappeared and turned into a group of cavalry and horsemen outside Cullen city.  Troops.  Sharif quickly sent them out in groups, making demands on every tribe they encountered: either hand over hostages and join the rebellion; or be destroyed.  Because Sharif knows very well that the Chinese army will appear soon. Before that, he can only expand the scale of the rebellion as much as possible, and the possibility of the Russian Empire's army getting involved will be greater.
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