Tacheng, in the Qing Dynasty, also had an alias called Suijing City!

This name was ordered by General Agui, the subordinate of Emperor Qianlong. The city is not big but very strong and can be swallowed up by about 3,000.

When the Aguber rebellion was the most arrogant, there were also large groups of bandits here. The rioters were motivated and rebelled, and the city was destroyed for a while. However, after the five years of Tongzhi, as the situation in the northern border stabilized, the city gradually began to be repaired and expanded.

After all, Northern Xinjiang is still a region with great religious integration, and it is not as dominant as Southern Xinjiang!

During this turmoil, Northern Xinjiang was the trump card that the Qing government had always controlled. Although there were also Hui tribe riots, the nomadic peoples in the north were natural allies of the Manchus.

Nomadic tribes such as Kazakhstan and Mongolia believe in shamanism and Tibetan Buddhism. They are definitely not the same routine as those in southern Xinjiang. It is very wise for the current Yili General Rong Quan to choose to slept with firewood and taste gall in Tacheng, northern Xinjiang.

Between the northern border and the Ili River Valley, Boroconu Mountain, the towering remnant of the Tianshan Mountains. Now it is the gathering of heavy snow covering the mountains. Information from the north and the south has been completely isolated. General Rong Quan had no idea what happened in the Ili River Valley.

He just recruited soldiers, trained soldiers, accumulated food, grass and military supplies, and waited for Zuo Zongtang's army to arrive year after year.

Perseverance is his duty, and he has no choice but to retreat at this moment. If the Northern Xinjiang loses the Qing Dynasty, then there will be no base for progress. If he wants to regain Xinjiang, it is a dream.

But Rong Quan himself was not sure whether the Northern Xinjiang could be defended!

Since the first snowfall in northern Xinjiang began, Rong Quan has always had a bad premonition. He often stood alone at the top of the city and looked into the direction of the Yili River Valley in the south, and often stood for half an hour.

Any caravans and migrant herders from the south will go to inquire in person and carefully collect every piece of information from the Yili River Valley.

"I heard that the Rakshasa ghost has increased its troops to 40,000... The 40,000 cavalry is not worth 50,000 war horses? How much supplies do people need to feed them with horses..."

"There will definitely be actions this winter. The Rakshasa ghosts don't consume so much food and grass..."

"What happened, what happened... How good would it be if there were telegrams from foreigners, how good would it be!"

Telegram is still a new thing in the Qing Dynasty. Although the Chinese Telegram Company has successfully laid a telegram line from Shanghai to Beijing, if you want to lay it in Xinjiang, you have to wait for a long time!

General Rong Quan didn't know that at this moment, in the cold sky of Boroconu Mountain, a carrier pigeon that was desperately losing weight was flying towards its hometown against the strong wind.

Small animals such as carrier pigeons are really magical. They will always remember where they were born, remember their homes, and those who need carrier pigeons to convey information. As long as they release carrier pigeons in a distant foreign land, they can fly back to their hometown by instinct.

The black dot is the carrier pigeon raised by Uncle Hu San and others. It was hatched in the Pigeon Camp in Tacheng since childhood and was taken to the Yili River Valley by the caravan. It has been raising it for five years.

He has been away from his hometown for five years, but he has not erased the natural spirituality of the pigeon. He still remembers the way home!

Flying against the wind and snow, carrier pigeons flew in the valleys of the Tianshan Mountains. Whenever the windy and snowy nights were extremely windy, he hid in the cracks of the rocks and leaned against his feathers.

When the wind and snow were a little smaller, he flapped his wings and flew high again to carefully avoid the sharp gaze of the birds of prey search!

Thanks to the past five years of delicious food and drink, the black dots survived the wind and snow of the winter night of the Tianshan Mountains and finally saw the familiar Junggar Basin.

Tacheng gradually emerged in the eyes of Black Dots. The feeling of returning home was so friendly and exciting that he continued to flap his wings, and the flapping carrier pigeons circled in the dark night and fell into the pigeon camp.

Gugugugu...gugugu...

A strange guy broke into the camp, and the pigeons who didn't know the black dots were obviously a little xenophobic, and they began to coo and protest the stranger's bad behavior of stealing food.

The chaos woke up the pigeon breeder. He walked out in a sleepy manner in a cotton suit. "What time is this... Is the rat coming in or what's wrong..."

"Oh! This...this...this isn't this the black idea I raised!"

Ah! A scream pierced the sky of Tower City, almost awakening half of the soldiers in the city.

"General...General... Yili has a letter... Kapchaga's black dot is back..."

Rong Quanteng jumped off the bed with a whistle, and his personal soldiers dragged the pigeon breeder to meet the general, and finally saw the information sent by the old soldiers of Nian Kulun.

"Ah..." Rong Quan glanced at him and then suddenly saw a black look in front of him and fell to the ground. The personal soldiers next to him rushed over to support him.

"Hurry...select the soldiers...select all the cavalry...bring enough food and water... to Alahshankou..."

"The emperor has sent someone to see us... The emperor has sent a special envoy... and the British... Get ready quickly..."

Tacheng was suddenly in chaos. There were more than 400 miles to Alashan Pass here. There were too many things to prepare. Rongquan ordered nine hundred cavalry and was not enough. In addition, he brought more than 700 pitoma transportation supplies.

The entire Tacheng area was sensational, and countless herdsmen could not believe their ears. It would be better to say that the Rakshasa ghosts invaded the Ili River Valley sooner or later, but it was unexpected that the Lord sent a special envoy and a British person to come here.

Countless herders and local garrisons watched as the nine hundred cavalry stepped closer to the south while the snow was not over their feet!

I was staggering all the way, and the heavy snow completely covered up the trade roads on the grassland. Without a good guide, you would not be able to find the way.

The horse's hooves were trapped in the snow and were often tripped by hay, but Rong Quan didn't care about horsepower at all and just kept urging him forward!

At this moment, the expedition team near the Alasan Pass had reached the point of making a living. No one could ride a horse, and the horses could only be used to support supplies.

The snow on the ground has already passed through my knees, and the sky is still falling like salt!

Doro and the others finally knew what the ancestors of the White Mountain and Black Water suffered, and the snow was full of tricks.

There are heavy snowflakes like goose feathers, cold snow slags like ice, and overwhelming winds. Even when the whirlwind comes, the snow will rush up from the ground.

It’s endless, endless, and it’s endless, and it’s all three days and three nights!

No one cares about anyone at this moment. Even if you have the kindness of a Bodhisattva, there is no place to go. An old man fell to the ground ten meters away, and you have to spend more than ten minutes struggling to step over the snow.

When you get there, you find that the person has been frozen long ago!

Death happens in front of people anytime and anywhere. As they walk during the day, they fall to the snow and die. No one around them can save them, and they cannot be saved.

It was even more deadly at night. The tents of the expedition team could withstand some coldness, while the tents of ordinary herdsmen and merchants were not as good as that.

Often, the next morning, more than a hundred more dead bodies can be found in the camp!

Although Duolu and Guan Lu are Manren, they are both Manren who grew up in Guan. They have long known how cruel life in Baishan and Black Water is!

Today's Central Asian adventure, these two must remember them for the rest of their lives!
Chapter completed!