I

  Chapter 730 727 [Conquering Rakshasa ghosts]

  Nanjing is busy going to sea, and the Northeast has already dispatched troops.

   "Living Lu Bu" Wang Fuchen led a thousand cavalry, and three thousand Han and Haixi Jurchen peasant husbands, and headed northeast along the post road left by the Ming Dynasty.

  Although the post road has been in disrepair for a long time, it is not very difficult to walk, because there are often indigenous people.

   It is easier to walk when you reach the grassland.

   Arrive at Yidonghewei, that is, Changchun City, where there are Mongolian tribes and belong to the fiefdom of the Mongolian leader Gumu.

  Gu Mu was named Fu Guogong by the Qing Dynasty, and the ruling center was in Tongyu and Tongliao.

  His elder brother Bumuba was granted the title of Duke of Zhen by the Qing Dynasty, and his ruling center was in the west of Harbin.

  After the decline of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, the two brothers began to obey others.

  Every time the Manchu Qing asked to send troops to help, the two brothers cried and complained that they were attacked by the Horqin tribe, and in turn asked the Manchu Qing to send troops to help fight Horqin.

  Changchun belongs to Gumu's fringe territory, and his son Habutu divided it to rule a small tribe.

  Hearing that the Datong cavalry was coming, Habutu was very frightened, and he came to greet him in person while calling for vigilance. After seeing Wang Fuchen, Natou bowed: "Gollos Mongolia Taiji Habutu, I pay my respects to the General of China's Celestial Dynasty!"

  Wang Fuchen was very kind to others, even when he met the natives. He took Habutu's hand and said: "I sent troops this time to go north to fight against Raksha ghosts. Those Raksha ghosts burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of crimes in the Heilongjiang and Songhua River valleys. The emperor was furious and ordered us to send troops to fight against them. This trip passed by your department, I really disturbed you!"

  This is the first time Habutu has encountered such an amiable Han general. Under the addition of military prestige, Habutu was a little flattered, and quickly said: "My lord general, you are serious. If there is something useful, just ask for it."

"Then I won't refuse," Wang Fuchen asked, not treating himself as an outsider, "Does your ministry have ships? I bring grain and grass, and they are all escorted by livestock and civilian husbands. Next, there will be rivers along the way, and there will be ships. It will be easier to march."

   Habutu apologized: "I'm afraid I can't help. There are grasslands nearby. We usually ride horses, and we really don't have the habit of taking a boat."

Wang Fuchen asked again: "What about the food? The march along the way consumes a lot, so it must be replenished along the way. I don't take the food from your department for nothing. I have a military ticket here. With the military ticket, your department went to Anlezhou (between Tieling and Siping) ) can be exchanged for supplies. Iron pots, salt, tea, cotton cloth, these things can be exchanged for military tickets.”

   "Really?" Habutu's eyes lit up.

  Wang Fuchen said: "Why did you lie to you? I also brought some silver. If you don't trust the military ticket, I will buy food for you directly with silver."

   "Believe it, believe it, I will go to raise food." Habutu was afraid of angering the Datong Army.

   This guy used to fight with the Qing Dynasty, and suffered a lot from the Datong Army, and he was already frightened out of his courage.

   What's more, in the past, when the Manchus came to the Guo Erluo Department, they didn't discuss whether they wanted soldiers or food. At least Wang Fuchen is not arrogant, and while being amiable, he also said that food can be purchased with military tickets.

  Comparing the two, Habutu is more willing to be a dog for the Datong court.

  There is not much food to provide here, Habutu has obtained a lot of dairy products, collected some dried bacon, and provided more than a hundred livestock. The livestock are all alive, they can be driven along the way, and they can be killed and eaten at any time.

After much thought, Habutu took the initiative to say: "My lord, Guo Erluosi's department has surrendered to His Majesty the Emperor. Since the emperor ordered troops to be dispatched, our department should also serve. However, this is not the headquarters, but a small tribe that was separated. Our troops are limited, so we can send twenty warriors to follow the general to fight Rakshasa ghosts."

   "Very well, I will report to the imperial court and make a credit for you." Wang Fuchen was very happy. Although he was not short of the 20 Mongolian soldiers, being willing to send troops was equivalent to showing a correct attitude.

   This guy not only sent 20 troops, but also asked his eldest son Hassar to accompany the army.

  Hasar was only seventeen years old, a stocky boy, wearing leather armor, equipped with a waist knife, bow and arrow. The twenty cavalrymen under his command were even more crudely equipped, at first glance they looked like ordinary herdsmen.

  No way, just a small tribe.

  Before helping the Manchus to fight the war, the young and strong tribes suffered heavy losses. He suffered from frequent snowstorms and was bullied by the Horqin tribe, and his life became worse every year.

  Although many clansmen died at the hands of the Datong Army, Hasar has no resentment. He looked enviously at the Datong cavalry equipment, knelt down in front of Wang Fuchen, and said excitedly: "I am willing to serve the general. Whoever the general says to kill, I will cut off his head!"

   "Please get up quickly," Wang Fuchen patted the other party's shoulder and praised, "Majestic and powerful, he looks like a young hero at first glance. Maybe after this expedition, he can go to Nanjing to meet His Majesty the Emperor after making meritorious service."

   These words made Hassar smile, scratching his head, looking at the military translator, and then at Wang Fuchen, grinning stupidly and not speaking.

  What a simple and honest Mongolian boy!

  The premise is that they must be completely defeated. Otherwise, the simple and honest smile in front of him will turn into a ferocious smile when slaughtering the Han people.

  Under the leadership of the guide, Wang Fuchen rested for two days and then led the troops to continue northward.

  Go all the way along the Tuhe River, and come to the tributary of the Songhua River. In a few days, you will be Sachahewei (west of Zhaoyuan).

  This is the site of Muba announced by Manchu Township. Due to the long distance, it left Manchu several years ago. Nearly a thousand Mongolian soldiers under him were killed by the Datong Army, and they didn't want to accompany the Eight Banners Army to die anyway.

  Bumuba was old and frail, and greeted the Datong cavalry respectfully.

  After some negotiations, Bumba also provided livestock as military rations. But it is far away from the Great Wall of Liao Dynasty, so they don't want to accept military tickets, only money. In addition, he also provided more than 20 small boats, and Wang Fuchen finally had a grain transportation boat.

  This old thing is a bit unclear, everything has to be paid, and not a single cavalry is sent to help.

  Wang Fuchen kept it in his heart quietly, and led the troops to continue eastward.

  When we arrived in Futiwei (Fujin), it had entered the rainy season. Both sides of the Songhua River were covered with mud and swamps. It was impossible to continue marching, but they were already close to the territory of the Huerha tribe who came to ask for help.

  This is the Great Northern Wilderness, Heilongjiang and Jilin, there are many places like this.

   It usually looks like nothing, but it turns into a swamp when it rains. Only by using industrialized machinery can the Great Northern Wilderness be transformed into the Great Northern Warehouse in a short period of time.

  Of course, it can also be transformed using traditional agricultural techniques, but it takes a long time, and it will take several generations of continuous efforts.

  The aborigines in the lower reaches of the Songhua River are called Donghai Jurchen. The Huerha tribe here was called Wuji Tazi in the Ming Dynasty, and it was subdivided into the Woji tribe in the Qing Dynasty. North Korea called them Wudiha, all of which are different homonyms of the same name.

  It was not until the end of August in the lunar calendar that the rainy weather decreased and the muddy swamp gradually became passable.

   During the two-month stay, the military rations were consumed a lot.

  The enemy in this battle is not a Cossack, but a bad logistical supply. Cossacks don't have this kind of trouble. They can eat people when they run out of food, and the aborigines everywhere are arrested casually.

   When he came near the stockade of Huerhabu, the chief received the news and came to greet him.

  The name of the chief is very cute, transliterated as Dai Pengpeng. However, he looked quite scary, with a hideous scar on his face. When he saw Wang Fuchen, he knelt down and cried: "My lord general, you are finally here!"

  Wang Fuchen asked, "Where is the Rakshasa ghost?"

  Dai Pengpeng replied: "The Raksha ghosts have already left. They have robbed dozens of livestock and arrested some tribesmen. They want 500 furs and they say they will come to get them next time. If they don't get enough, they will kill people."

  Wang Fuchen asked again: "How many Rakshasa ghosts are there?"

  Dai Pengpeng said: "I don't know about other places. There are more than a hundred Raksha ghosts who came to our village. They came by boat, and they all brought firecrackers and swords."

  Wang Fuchen asked, "Where is the lair of the Rakshasa ghost?"

  Dai Pengpeng replied: "According to the tribes farther to the east, the Luocha ghosts are entrenched in Boheli."

  Boheli is Burleigh, also known as Burleigh, the urban area of ​​Khabarovka in Russia. The territory of New China is a rooster, and Boli is on the other side of the river at the tip of the rooster's comb.

  In the Tang Dynasty it was called Boli Prefecture, in the Liao Dynasty it was called the Jianli Department, in the Ming Dynasty it was called Bahuluwei, and in the Qing Dynasty it was called Boheli, all of which are different transliterations of the same name.

  Wang Fuchen got some food and continued to walk east along the river.

  Come to the confluence of Heilongjiang and Songhua River, where the aborigines provided new clues.

  The Luocha ghosts did occupy Boheli for several months, and used it as a base to plunder the Heilongjiang and Songhua River basins. But after grabbing enough goods, he took the stolen goods and went to Beishan (outer Xing'an Mountains) along Heilongjiang.

  Wang Fuchen was dumbfounded. He went out to toss for a few months and consumed so much military rations that he didn't even touch the shadow of the enemy.

  The stronghold of the Cossack bandits is on the other side of the Mohe River!

How to do?

  Wang Fuchen didn't want to go back home, he finally had a chance to make meritorious service, how could he give up without encountering an enemy?

"The 3,000 peasants should go back in half, and send a few Mongolian cavalry to lead the way," Wang Fuchen ordered. "The peasants who returned from the original road don't need to bring much food. Let the Mongols and Jurchens along the way provide food. How much food did you take?" Give them a lot of military tickets, and let them take the military tickets to Liaoning to exchange for goods. If any tribe refuses to send food, they will say that I will lead troops to borrow food at any time!"

   Food and grass are almost running out, and they cannot afford to support so many peasants. The various tribes here were ransacked by Raksha ghosts, and it was difficult to provide enough food, so they had to throw the extra folks back home.

   Fortunately, the natives along the river are accustomed to taking boats. Many boats can be recruited here, and the food can be shipped and transported.

  A few days later, Wang Fuchen took 1,000 cavalry, 1,500 civilian husbands, and more than 10 Mongolian soldiers along the Heilongjiang towards the Xing'an Mountains. The nearby indigenous tribes sent warriors to follow them. They had a blood feud with the Cossacks, and they brought their own dry food to fight with the Datong cavalry.

   Not to mention destroying the Cossacks, as long as the Cossacks are beaten so hard that they dare not come, the tribes in the lower reaches of the Heilongjiang and Songhua Rivers will sincerely support the Datong court from then on.

   Only continue northward for dozens of miles, and Wang Fuchen will be lucky.

  The Cossack bandits who robbed themselves last year actually came to rob again this year, and are currently robbing the Sakhalian natives along the Heilongjiang River.

  (end of this chapter)