The Gedegu River runs through the Qaidam Basin, and its eastern end is more than 200 miles south of Harayur, crossing the saline-alkali sandy land, and it will arrive in three or four days. On the 21st, all the dragoons rushed to the east mouth of the Gedegu River, where felt tents were lined up, and the Tibetan Méng tribe had already responded here.

Here is the Panchen Shang Khenpo to live in the pastoral, Kangxi Yongzheng, the Panchen from the Taer Temple into Tibet, in Qinghai into Tibet to build the Xiangride Panchen Temple, responsible for welcoming and sending off the Panchen. The Tibetan tribes led by the Panchen Lama were placed in the area, and this area was also given to these tribes as a nomadic area.

In addition to the Tibetan tribes, there are also the ancient people from the Yongzheng era who were enshrined in the Xihou Banner, and the banner owner, that is, "Zasak", is called Sè Buteng Boshuoktu. The Tibetan tribe has only a few hundred people, and the tribe of Sè Buteng Boshuoktu has more than 1,000 accounts and nearly 10,000 male NVs, which is the largest force in Qinghai that Luo Tang is far away.

In the tenth year of the Holy Dao, after Sichuan was seized, the Manchu forces withdrew from Wusizang, and at present, it is the Anglo-Chinese Tibetans through Batang Litang who support the Panchen and ** control Tibet, and the two sides are close allies. The Tibetans waiting here are all jīng warriors, ready to fight with the dragoons, but the ancient people of Xihouqi are only business partners.

Before the situation in Qinghai was clear, of course he did not dare to be an enemy of Chahan Danjin, the titular Great Khan of Heshuo, but if he did something with the dragoons, Chahan Danjin would not be able to control it. In addition, it is necessary to investigate the strength of the Han people, estimate the future of Qinghai, and thus decide what position the tribe should take, which is also a necessary lesson for the head of the tribe.

"I'm already dizzy......"

After discussing with Luo Tangyuan in the military tent, Wang Tang's eyes went straight to Venus, is this still a méng ancient? Why is it that all of them have seven minds and Lingling, and the relationship between them is not smooth?

Luo Tang said from afar: "There are only two or three hundred people, and there are hundreds of large and small departments, and if you are a little tempted, it will be difficult to distinguish the trend of deception." When I first came here, it took me months to get the picture straight. ”

He raised his eyebrows again: "I have my own calculating things, why do you think so much." You are a heavy hammer, when the Yulin army hits mén, first stir them up. Wusizang is a high platform, Qinghai is a railing, let's gain a firm foothold here, and the Western Regions are looking down. ”

Wang Tanghe took a deep breath: "We naturally understand this, otherwise how could we, thousands of good boys, be willing to toss a good time in the desolate Gobi?" He sealed the wolf Juxu and sealed the wolf, Zen in Guyan, and landed in Hanhai, and this credit is on our dragoons! ”

Luo Tangyuan changed his words: "But the dragoon army ...... Has it really changed? ”

Wang Tang closed his eyebrows and pulled down, how do you know.

"Let's fight ......"

The two of them were relatively speechless, and the thought of determination swelled in their hearts.

"Fight! If you win, you will sweat and sweat! ”

"This Naadam is to celebrate the eighteenth birthday of the county lord of Ulunzhurig, if you want to be favored by the county lord, go and fight!"

"Méng ancients, Tibetans and Han Chinese, see who is the real warrior!"

Stepping out of the tent, the two were immediately enveloped in the hustle and bustle, and Sè Buteng Boshuoktu held a small Naadam as the proprietor in the name of celebrating the eighteenth birthday of Nv Ulun Zhuzhige

, the competition of the three ethnic groups is really a rare event in Qinghai.

Luo Tangyuan said with a smile: "Ulunzhurige is really a pearl of the plateau, but it's a pity that I have already picked another pearl, and I can't stand it anymore." If the king doesn't die, you're in your early thirties......"

Wang Tanghe frowned: "I don't want ...... Seeing Zhang Hanwan being eaten to death by Dawa Yangjin, it is really troublesome to ask for a Tibetan méng wife of the ancients. He is becoming famous, and I want to marry a virtuous Jiangnan girl. ..., Luo Tangyuan snorted: "This can't help you, Zhang Hanwan said, not only you, but our kù belt will be dedicated to the Western Regions, so ......"

Wang Tanghe held his breath: "Then you have to have the ability to do it, sè Buteng Bo Shuoketu's hand, it is clear that he wants to see the jokes of our Han people." ”

Luo Tang said from afar: "Anyway, I have already told Sè Buteng Bo Shuoketu, we Han people, only you participate." ”

Wang Tang closed his eyes, and was about to curse, and the noise was raised a little higher, but he saw that outside the tent, a group of knights in colorful clothes stood up a large man, announcing the opening of Naadam. Then the group of knights rode back, and the warblers laughed happily, and it turned out to be a group of méng ancient nv. One of them, whose skin was like congealed cream, his eyebrows were like crescent moons, and his eyes were like bright stars, and he glanced this way, and the two men in their early thirties breathed at the same time.

"That's Ulunjurig?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Wang Tanghe gritted his teeth and said, "Fight!" ”

"Father Khan...... If you really want to marry the Han people, what should you do with Chahan Danjin? ”

"Are you still thinking about Danba? But you are Khan, your marriage is related to the life and death of our tribe, and my father and Khan can't do anything. ”

"But these Han people, in addition to being rich, what else do they have to do? Father Khan still thinks they can really enter Qinghai? If Father Khan wants to think about the tribe, it is better to sacrifice me directly to Galdantse ......"

In the big tent, and the West Rear Banner Zasak sè Buteng Bo Shuoketu frowned, NV and Chahan Danjin's son Danba have known each other since childhood, and originally had a marriage contract. But after the general trend of Qinghai, everyone made their own calculations, and the marriage was delayed. Now that the Han people have entered Qinghai, NV is also a tool to cling to the Han people, but this tool has its own ideas.

"The Han people are very strong, not only this group of Han people, but also the Han people are coming from Gansu, dragging cannons, the Bogda Khan of the year, and even the Yongzheng Emperor, were defeated by them, of course the father Khan has to look at the long term."

Although he didn't look down on the Han people's skills, he still had enough vision and patiently persuaded Nv. The battle of Dulan Temple has not yet been fought, and now if you don't put on a posture of hugging the Han people, when the Han people and Dzungar defeat Chahan Danjin, your own small tribe will be of little value.

Sè Buteng Bo Shuoketu said: "It's just that I was engaged to that General Wang first......

"Strong or not, speak on horseback! If you want to marry me, you have to see if he has the ability! ”

Ulenjurig snorted and turned away, flicking her long shiny black hair.

The next day, tens of thousands of people gathered in the grassland, and the cheers almost broke through the sky, and Naadam was officially held.

"You are all the Batyr of the Clan

, if you let the Han people compare with you on Naadam, you won't be able to raise your head for the rest of your life! ”

The first was the sè arrow competition, and Ulunzhurig gritted his silver teeth and said to the tribal warriors.

"Brothers, cheer for Boss Wang, find a boss lady to control him, lest he send evil fire to us all day long!"

Here Chen Songyue and the dragoon officers and soldiers are also clamoring, the dragoon army is under the discipline of Wang Tanghe, the "military style" is particularly rough, everyone does not call him all in charge, or any general, but refers to the "boss" or "boss".

Sanchi, the leader of the Tibetans, said: "The general doesn't have to play, this Naadam, let us Tibetans fight." ”

Naadam three, Tibetans naturally have the capital to compare with the Méng ancients, and if they win, they will be dedicated to Wang Tanghe. But Wang Tanghe said unashamedly: "No need, who am I?" Ride sè unequaled royal hall together! ”

The Tibetans smiled bitterly, the méng ancients sneered, and when Wang Tanghe, who was wearing a cardigan waistcoat, walked onto the sè arrow field, the sound of inverted colors almost overturned the arrow target.

Seven arrow targets, thirty paces away, sè is easy, it is difficult to hit the bull's-eye. Before the seven battelles of the méng ancients had already demonstrated the archery skills of a hundred steps through the Yang, the Tibetans also had good hands, but they were only a line away, and the king and the hall were alone on the field, which naturally attracted everyone to be both disdainful and curious. ..., the dragoon army has thousands of Han people, and I haven't seen anyone with bows and arrows, although there were many archers in the Han people in ancient times, but now...... All of them use muskets, and they don't have any bow and arrow skills. And the musket thing, the méng ancients also used it, and they couldn't hit a person in thirty steps, let alone hit the bull's-eye.

Ulunzhurig watched Wang Tanghe stand in front of the arrow target on the far left, lifted the short bow, and pulled it emptyly, and his beautiful face suddenly floated with disdain, and the gesture of pulling the bow was wrong......

Wang Tanghe didn't sè, but beckoned to the outside of the field, and several people entered the shooting range and hung something in the center of each arrow target. Seeing this thing clearly, the ancients outside the venue all took a breath of cool air, and the ancient well spirits in the glass bottle! This thing is now only resold from Tibet to Qinghai, and one bottle can be exchanged for three good horses......

It's too extravagant and too expensive, and even the throat of Sè Buteng Bo Shuo Ketu shrugged slightly, and then, like other méng ancients, they all breathed a sigh of relief, not afraid, that guy will definitely not be successful.

The wine bottle was hung up, and everyone was waiting for Wang Tang to join him, but they didn't expect him to throw the bow, and at the moment when everyone was surprised, the cardigan was lifted, and a short gun jumped into his hand.

Peng, Peng, Peng......

Slap, slap, slap......

Six gunshots rang out one after another, Wang Tanghe shot as he walked, the first shot was not finished, and the second shot pressed up. Each gunshot was followed by a crisp cracking sound, and the bottles on the target exploded into turquoise fragments one after another, and the crystal liquor splashed high. By the time of the fifth and sixth bottles, he had a shot on each side and opened fire at the same time, and all four sounds collided together.

Six-handled short guns, ten-year-style officer's short guns, engraved with two riflings, loaded with Mini bullets, within fifty paces of jīng degrees higher than the smoothbore gun. Wang Tanghe doesn't know archery, but his marksmanship is practiced hard every day, and thirty steps to hit a wine bottle is a traditional training project.

The six bottles of wine were reduced to pieces, and a long lament rang out from the crowd, all pity the six bottles.

When he came to the seventh arrow target, Wang Tang made a move, and his subordinates handed him a riding gun, which was on the side of his shoulder, without blinking his eyes, the trigger was pulled, and the audience woke up with a crackling sound.

"Scoundrel!"

"It doesn't count!"

This is more than a bow and arrow, not a musket, the méng ancients were angry, and they all denounced Wang Tanghe for not having competition morality, of course, most of the anger was because he was so làng Fei good wine and good bottles.

"Yes, yes, it doesn't count, so I abstain, it's just a show."

Wang Tang hugged a group and announced his abstention. He abstained, but everyone's attention shifted from the bottle to the musket, and after a closer look, his face was not quite right.

Ulun Zhurige even covered the cherry blossom cún, pressing the heart that was beating hard, not counting the last shot, six shots in a row, less than a breath apart, and the scene of Wang Tang's two guns at the same time made her heart especially bumper. There was such a scene in her mind, three Han people with two guns, against six archers, which side would win? It's hard to say, in her senses, bullets are much faster than arrows, and there is no shadow at all.

Sè Buteng Bo Shuoketu's face did not change, and he summoned his subordinates to order: "Change less wine, and exchange more muskets with the Han people." ”

In the next wrestling match, Wang Tanghe used real kung fu. Although there is a "battle way" technique compiled by Yan Sanniang in the early years in the army, it can pay attention to fists and feet and joint skills, and more emphasis is placed on going straight to the vital points of the human body, which is naturally difficult to use in wrestling. In addition, Wang Tanghe is also over 30 years old, and his strength is not as strong as that of Xiao Young, after defeating two rounds of opponents, he met Méng Gubartel, and was crushed under him by Bartel in a few moves, and he conceded defeat on the ground.

The méng ancients laughed out loud, but there was a hint of respect in the laughter, and they could all see that Wang Tanghe's men had kung fu, but not in wrestling, but in killing. Luo Tangyuan and others have been in contact with them for a while, and they are all athletic, and they want to fight for life and death with their fists and feet with Luo Tangyuan's gang, but few of them are really opponents. ..., sè arrows and wrestling are both foil programs for Naadam, and what really touches people's hearts is the Pegasus winning the sheep, and whoever wins this one is the real winner.

At night, with the anticipation of the next day's competition, people went to bed early, and in the sweat tent, Sè Butengbo Shuoketu said to Ulunjurig: "Tomorrow I will arrange it, so that General Wang can capture the sheep", but Ulenjuzhige was silent.

Wang Tanghe's simple face became clearer and clearer in Ulunzhurige's heart. During the day, he held the gun with a composure, as if there was nothing else in his eyes. When he was pressed under Battle, he admitted defeat cleanly, and patted Battle after getting up, his face was full of admiration, he didn't mind the victory or defeat, he smiled heartily and open-mindedly, lù out a mouthful of white teeth, and his heart was as open as a real méng ancient. Compared to him, Tsakhan Tenzin's son Danba is more like a Han Chinese, calculating all day long who his father will leave to the throne.

Thinking of the day, he changed back into the dragoon uniform, dressed in fiery red, the brocade feathers on his hat were uncertain, carrying a long knife, his eyebrows were calm, and his eyes seemed to contain tens of millions of people, which made people's heartstrings flutter. Ulunzhurige's cheeks gradually turned red, just as they were when Wang Tanghe was "unintentionally" aimed at them.

"A man who has no real skills is not worthy of being my husband......"

Thinking of tomorrow's event, Ulunjurig's heart is firm again.

The next day, the knights lined up in a long line, two or three miles away, with a sheep on their banner, and that was their goal, and whoever brought the sheep back was the winner.

In the makeshift stands, Sè Buteng Bosoktu was a little panicked: "Where's Ulunjurig!?" She also played? Hurry up and bring her back! ”

The trumpet sounded, and twenty or thirty knights slapped their horses out, but it was too late.

Wang Tanghe rode his original mount and rushed vigorously, but he could not compare to the Tibetans and Méng ancients who had picked good horses. It hung in the back half of the line, causing the audience to boo.

The Tibetans wanted to get the sheep for him, but compared with the Méng ancients, both horses and equestrian skills were a little worse, seeing half of the rush, all the people rushing in front were Méng ancients, and the front was still a white horse, and the knight was slim, and it seemed to be an NV person.

The side of the "track" was full of red-clothed dragoons, and seeing that the distance was almost there, Chen Songyue nodded to his subordinates: "Go ahead!" ”

Hundreds of riding guns clattered over the shoulder, the muzzle of the gun was facing the sky, and under Chen Songyue's order, there was a loud explosion, like thunder, and the scene was suddenly large.

Not only did the spectators lay on their heads one by one, but almost all the mounts on the track pouted their hooves. Rolling, rolling, flipping, and a lot of four hooves swinging, rushing towards the sidelines.

There was only one knight left, the yellow hussay, and the fiery red coat continued to rush unhurriedly, sweeping past the poor men and horses, and running towards the white sheep under the flagpole.

Wait a minute...... It's not an Aries, the guy went to the white horse. The knight who had been rushing to the front, the white horse fell to the ground, and the man also held his waist and sat on the ground humming.

"County Lord, are you alright?"

Wang Tanghe asked immediately, and Ulun Zhurig glared at him angrily: "You Han people will play tricks!" Bummer! Shameless! ”

Wang Tanghe cheekily said, "What kind of trick is this? It's like thunder in the sky, it's the same for everyone. It's just that my horse is used to hearing guns and cannons, so he is not afraid at all. ”

Although the méng ancients also used muskets, they never used them on such a large scale and in such a concentrated manner, and they relied on bows and arrows and sabers on weekdays, and the mounts were naturally not adapted to this kind of movement, while the horses of the dragoons had long been accustomed to it.

Seeing that Ulun Zhurige Xiōng rose and fell violently, and had not yet recovered from the movement just now, Wang Tang put down a heart, dismounted and hugged the family.

"Good! All right! ”

The dragoons next to him all applauded and cheered, and the méng ancients looked at each other depressedly and speechlessly, the sheep was not taken, and the county lord looked like he was about to lose it. ..., "What to do!" Do! ”

"Come with me to get the sheep, the sheep are mine and yours ......"

Ulunzhuzhige was still struggling reservedly, and when he heard Wang Tanghe's words again, his heart suddenly melted, this is not a man who treats NV people as playthings and tools.

Embraced by Wang Tanghe, Ulunzhurig reached out to pick up the sheep, and the Han Chinese, Tibetans and Méng ancients on the field cheered, wouldn't this end be better?

In the big tent, Ulunzhuzhige said firmly: "Father Khan, we must send troops!" If you don't send troops, I'll follow! ”

Sè Buteng Bo Shuoketu has a headache, doesn't he say that he is engaged first, and after seeing the battle situation in Dulan Temple, he will determine the next move?

Ulunzhuzhige's eyes lit up: "He is my favorite husband, of course I want to live and die with him!" Father Khan is still a NV child, so he wants to help us! ”

In the big tent of the dragoon, Luo Tangyuan patted Wang Tanghe's shoulder: "There is yours!" Your kù belt is finally dedicated to the Western Regions. ”

Wang Tang slapped his hand away: "Don't take this thing as if it's jiāo, I'm really ......"

He rubbed his hands together, as if the girl's waist was still in the palm of his hand.

Luo Tangyuan said with a smile: "Yes, yes, just like Zhang Hanwan and Dawa Yangjin back then, it really can't be true anymore." ”

Wang Tang Heqiang pressed the corners of his mouth that was about to be raised, and said in a deep voice: "I don't have time to think about this now, just thinking about the big battle in a few days." ”

Luo Tangyuan is very confident: "If you can hold a beauty on Naadam, you can defeat the Méng ancients in Dulan Temple, as long as you ......"

The two pointed to their heads and said in unison: "Change!" ”

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