What made the Chahar people even more ashamed was their great khan. Lin Danhan and his family were treated preferentially on the way here. They could take a bus and enjoy hot food.

But a few miles away from the city of Suspension, everyone was asked to get off the bus and walk, including Lin Danhan.

Lin Danhan is still at the age of being young and strong. Walking a few miles does not have much physical problems for him, the pampered Khan. The biggest problem comes from his psychology.

The Mongols's co-lord, Khan, and the descendant of Genghis Khan's bloodline, were already ashamed to the point of being unparalleled.

He walked with the lowly herders, surrounded by his wives, concubines and children.

The herdsmen consciously left Dahan's family dozens of steps away, which was even worse because the distance between them was so obvious, which was called Lin Danhan's family more noticeable and more conspicuous.

The Suspension City was quite conspicuous, and Lin Danhan couldn't help but look at it many times.

Large barracks, fences where prisoners were imprisoned, and houses along the river stretched to large areas of city defense fortifications, all the axles and horses, and all the forts, and rammed earth-covered brick walls with urns and city towers. Such a city was not built by the Mongolians with the ability to cultivate. Its appearance only shows that the Mongolians' places have been owned by the Han people, and have permanently left such a magnificent and outstanding proof.

Even if hundreds or thousands of years later, the city is left with only broken walls and ruins, this is still a scene that every Mongol cannot avoid. It has been occupied and completely occupied.

Lin Danhan shed tears. He once thought he was discouraged and desperate.

He had heard about the experiences of Huo Luochi, Elinchen, Quetuhan and others. Fortunately, they lived a pretty good life. Lin Danhan was ready to be detained and placed under house arrest. As long as he survived, there would always be hope in the future.

But when he saw that the city had all the things in front of him, he finally realized that he had always been ambitious and had low expectations. Even if he had worked hard for decades, Lin Danhan didn't think he could do it.

The Tumen sweats were not good, Altan sweats were not good, and Dayan sweats were not good.

Under the guidance, these tens of thousands of Chahar people rushed in like a black tide, standing in designated areas. Soon, there was a sea of ​​black and gray under the surrendered platform.

The Dragoons rode horses to isolate the prisoners. Although these guys had consumed most of their physical strength and energy, they had been defeated long ago, and had bare hands and fists, it was difficult to guarantee whether there would be any accidents. The Dragoons were still quite alert.

A dragoon officer rode his horse and walked slowly forward.

More than 100,000 people looked at him, and a large number of military flags, military uniforms, and people's robes, plus blue sky, white clouds, green grass, gray-black or red building communities formed a gorgeous color pattern. This was a very moving pattern that was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Many people who participated in this matter still talked about such scenes decades later. Yinding Taiji carefully conceived the current scenes many years later, and created a famous painting "The Emperor on the Surrender Platform", which was drawn based on the scene in front of him. This painting became a famous painting, which was later regarded as a national treasure by China.

On the tall surrender platform in the middle, Sun Jingting and others stepped back a little, and Zhang Han stood alone in the wind. The breeze blew his robe, and he felt a sense of a high-ranking person who was above others or above sentient beings, which made people feel a sense of awe.

The Mongols were in awe of the strong, and they could not create such solemn rituals in front of them. For them, they were too complicated and cumbersome and could not control them.

The situation in front of them is solemn and thrilling, even if they are the ones who are insulted and hurt.

The cavalry officer slowly moved forward, a man in his thirties, with a beard all over his face, his eyes were very sharp, and his whole ordinary face became vivid.

This is a typical image of a military commander, Sitang horse riding, smart, thin, and strong.

"Sir," Tangma, who was in his thirties, rode his horse near. After a beautiful stopping action, the horse was taken away. Then Tangma saluted and said loudly: "The latest military newspaper."

Zhang Han said: "Direct oral report."

"Yes, sir!" Tangma saluted again, and then shouted: "Zhou Yao, commander of the middle lane, reported that our army won a great victory in the battle against the Chahar tribe. The battle in the middle lane was completed in seven days, and now it has occupied Chahanhot. The Second Hunting Cavalry Regiment is responsible for the garrison defense. The First Hunting Cavalry Regiment goes northwest to meet with the vanguard personnel of the Third Dragoon Regiment to thoroughly sort out the border area. The First Lancer Regiment and the Second Regiment are stationed along the route of advancing. The surrendered Chahar people first entered the resettlement, and there are 70,000 people in Dingkou. The cattle and horse herds have not been counted. The captives decided to escort the number of more than 30,000 people to the surrender city, including Lin Danhan and his wives and concubines, as well as many Chahar Taiji. His troops were suppressed by our army, and no important personnel missed the net!"

"Good job!" Zhang Han said loudly: "Thank you for your hard work in the soldiers ahead. You deserve to be rewarded and honored. I feel proud and proud of you!"

Of course, the Tangma report is in Chinese, and it does not deliberately use Mongolian language. However, there are quite a lot of Mongolians speaking Chinese now. When the Tangma report is in the Tangma report, there are already many people doing simultaneous translations.

Everything in front of you is full of solemn ritual, making people feel something unique.

The towering platform, the high-ranking master, the Lord of the Heaven Khan, the Protagonist of Hutchison, the commander of the Ming Dynasty, the famous ministers, the successful merchants, now the conquerors, the lord of the grassland, and the eagle in the sky...

Countless people looked at all this with admiration and listened to Zhang Han's voice. This kind of high platform was cleverly designed to amplify people's voice. Zhang Han did not shout at the top of his lungs, but his voice was also widely spread. Coupled with people's conscious communication, everyone knew about it in a short time.

The soldiers of the merchant army cheered again.

Zhang Han did not say anything else, but directly affirmed and comforted the hard work of the soldiers in front.

As always, there was no change, which made all soldiers and officers feel relieved, and pride and pride were justifiable.

This is the interaction between Hutchison Merchant soldiers and their commander. It is simple and direct, but it is respectful and emotional, exciting, and also infects and warms people's hearts.

People all know that below is rewarding soldiers who have made meritorious service, and there is no need for silver rewards, but there will be concentrated meals and wine gifts, and there will be a process where officers toast the soldiers one by one. The merchant army strictly prohibits alcohol in normal times. Only soldiers and officers who go out during holidays can drink alcohol, and alcoholism is absolutely prohibited. Once officers and soldiers are found to have alcohol abuse, they will be dismissed from military service. At the celebration meeting, people can drink in large quantities, and officers will take the lead in to toasting those soldiers who perform well.

After such a pleasant part, medals will be issued, and military merit will be calculated to upgrade officers and soldiers. This may not necessarily be promoted immediately, because there are many people who have made meritorious service, but merit is merit. If you remember it there, you will also be ranked higher.

Everyone has ambitions. This is an era of turbulence. People are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. What they are afraid of is that they cannot keep up with the changes of the times and cannot catch up with others.

In particular, many people are afraid of letting Zhang Han be disappointed.

This is not a joke, but a real fact.

Zhang Han's prestige is so great that he can't imagine. The details of various things have created a perfect image now. People may be jealous of those who have made good luck around them, but they will only admire and follow the real strong man. Zhang Han is the real strong man in people's eyes, and he deserves his life to entrust him.

"I would like to ask the Lord, Lin Danhan and his subordinates, how to deal with it?"

The ingenious Tangma officer looked up at the platform. The sunlight stung his eyes a little, but he didn't care. He opened his eyes wide and tried hard to look at the place where Zhang Han was, asking for instructions.

At this time, Sun Jingting took a step forward and said loudly: "Ask Lin Danhan, do you want to surrender?"

Dozens of guards stood on both sides of the platform and shouted loudly: "Lin Danhan, are you willing to surrender?"

Hundreds and thousands of Hutchison officials shouted together on both sides of the platform, and many of them were full of anger. The solemnity and majesty of the ceremony infected them, causing them to be quite strong.

More than 10,000 Hutchison soldiers also shouted together.

The whole process was very fast, and there were actually not many drills in advance, but people mastered it very skillfully.

This sudden power shocked the Chahar and Korqin people, and many Chahar people were so scared that they knelt down on the spot.

If the merchant army was willing, they could kill all the tens of thousands of Chahar people in a short time.

They will not have any technical difficulties, it is quite easy, and will not be severely criticized. The other Mongolian tribes, whether they are nobles or herders, have been conquered, and they will never dare to blame anything, or even express their opposition or sympathy.

Under the butcher's knife, there will be no sound of resistance.

Lin Danhan continued to walk forward, behind him was his concubine and son Ezhe, who were all watching him.

The officials and soldiers around were looking at him. Lin Danhan also saw a large number of Taiji people on the lower side of the platform. Of course, there were many acquaintances. The old and immortal baked flowers were staring at them. When they met for the last time, Baked Flower asked him to send troops to help fight the Jurchens. Of course, Lin Danhan refused. He did not want to lose his troops and reputation for each division. What he wanted was to annex the various divisions and strengthen the Chahar people's strength. The Neikhals lost the battle and could capture the subordinates and herdsmen of the dead old man...

Lin Danhan still remembers the disappointed look of fried flowers, and he still remembers it freshly. The old man's face also has a very brilliant expression, with confusion and doubt, and of course more regret and faint anger.

The distance was very close, Lin Danhan could see the facial expression of the fried flowers. The old man had a stern face and could not see anything emotional.

Zasaktu Khandorb and Tushetu Khan Gundbu, there were obvious smiles on their faces.

There are also some strange nobles. Most of them are the descendants of Dayan Khan and are related to each other. However, after several generations, even relatives have become very weak.

Lin Danhan saw a fat man with a low-level body and a heartfelt smile on his face. He knew that it was the new Shunyi King Zhang Hanfuli, the new Tumote Khan.

Lin Danhan saw the indifferent look in the other party's eyes, and he was not concerned about the experiences between him and the Chahar people, and did not feel humiliated.

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Chapter completed!