Dominate the Country

Faraleyev led a team to Lake Baikal. Because of the Chinese's request, they had to go from the east of Lake Baikal to the southwest of Lake Baikal, where they got a pass personally approved by Chen Kaishan, the commander-in-chief of the North Sea Theater, and then went south to Kulun under the escort of a battalion of Chinese cavalry.

The night swept across the land, and Lake Baikal in April and May was still as cool as autumn.

Faraleyev was already sleeping soundly.

In the southwest corner of Lake Baikal, the new city built on the site of the original Irkutsk was not open to them. In the northeast corner of the city where Faraleyev did not step forward at all, a place surrounded by high walls and iron wires, his deputy Tsebokdorji quietly entered it in the dark.

There was a small base there, with at least fifty families of mixed-race people and Poles living here.

All the adult men here have a strong Western look, or they are pure white people, such as Poles.

Since Poland was divided by Russia along with Pugachev and Austria, some Poles have also joined the Russian army. Many more rebels suffered the same fate as the fighters of the Pugachev Uprising and were exiled to Siberia by the Tsarist Russia.

Now they and their families have become prisoners!

Without the ties of family and deep feelings with their families, they are not qualified to enter this training base. Everyone here and their families have been screened and investigated in detail by Chen Han.

The cordon made of barbed wire, the high walls that block the view, the sentry towers and fortresses built of concrete, this is like a small military base.

This is one of the bases for the Military Intelligence Bureau to train "spies".

In recent years, because there are too many physical differences between Chinese and Westerners, the Military Intelligence Bureau's infiltration of the West has been very slow. How to make the chess pieces better penetrate into the other side has become a headache for the intelligence department.

Now that these Poles and mixed-bloods have been captured, everything is easy. Use their families as "hostages" to make these people serve the Chinese government.

White skin and European looks allow them to move around Europe. Their future workplaces will be Siberia, the Kazakh steppes, or St. Petersburg, as well as Berlin, Paris, London, Amsterdam...

And the base in front of them is just one of them.

"How to train a qualified spy?"

Standing on the sentry tower of the base, Tsebekdorji, who was looking down at the dormitory, asked the officer around him in stammering Chinese. As a Torghut, they are a saber of the Tsarist government, but that is only externally. Inside Russia, the top leaders of the entire Torghut tribe are very clear about the role of a "friend".

"Spy is just a general term. In fact, in actual use, we divide spies into many types. There are hands-on, brain-based, talkative, and paid..."

"Keeping an eye on all directions and listening to all directions is one of the most basic skills of a spy. The high level of vigilance hidden under a relaxed expression is their instinct. Always paying attention to the surrounding environment, entrances and exits, the position and clothing of people, being calm in the face of emergencies, responding calmly, making plans, etc., these are the basic qualities of a good spy.

Every excellent spy must have a certain logical thinking, rational response, and very good psychological quality. Their value is higher than the same weight of gold.

Of course, it is best to strengthen physical exercise, so that agile skills can turn the tide when necessary.

They must also be good at summarizing experience, accumulating various types of knowledge that you don't know, and delicately figuring out the psychology of people." The officer answered in a relaxed tone, but there was a sense of caution in his bones.

Cebekdorji's expression was solemn for a moment. Although the officer said it very easily and generally, he knew what it meant.

"The subordinates of the Military Intelligence Bureau are divided into eight levels according to their level and points. The best students in this base are at most agents with the character Hong."

"Because the members of this base are all trained to be action-oriented. The most important thing for them is their individual military combat effectiveness. After graduation, these people will become hunters and merchants, scattered in Russia, Kazakhstan and Poland.

Reconnaissance and recording of Russia's social development and ideology, contacting all anti-Russian forces.

Their other identities will be assassins, robbers, bandits..." Compared with real high-end spies, their positioning is very low.

The officer handed Cebek Dorji a glass of warm wine and said, "The court will soon send people to your tribe and the Torghut tribe. There were no white people before, but now this problem has been solved. But the court will not tell them all the information, and you must not show up, and send a few confidants who are not in important positions to contact them. In case the Russians find out, you can stay out of it."

Cebek Dorji nodded seriously, and the matter was about to enter substantive contact. The Torghuts were one step closer to a better life in the future, but they were also one step closer to danger.

But, "Are these people reliable?" It doesn't seem reliable to threaten relatives alone. Cebek Dorji said worriedly.

"Why not? Here there are warm accommodation, abundant food, and income far exceeding that of hunters. Their relatives, wives and children will be taken care of meticulously. Their children can learn cultural knowledge and a skill they want to learn. Compared with the lives of those people in the past, this is heaven."

"But at least they were free at that time." Now the family is locked up in a large prison.

"Freedom? Haha, then go to hell with freedom. Living a precarious life in the snowy Siberia, is that also freedom? Just a poor little creature.

Real freedom is something that only the rich and powerful are qualified to enjoy.

I can eat whatever I want, drink whatever I want, and play with whatever women I want, whether black or white. I can go wherever I want to play at any time.

This is real freedom." A trace of yearning flashed across the officer's face. He himself coveted such a beautiful life.

"As long as they follow the court, they will have a much better life and future than before. Will they refuse all this for that hateful St. Petersburg?" All those who refuse will be thrown into the ice water in the winter.

The Buryats said that the Russians who broke into Lake Baikal a hundred years ago drove them into the river in the winter. In a very short time, those who were driven into the river would freeze to death, sink from the ice holes that were smashed on the river surface, and then freeze to the bottom of the ice. At that time, in many rivers, when spring came and the snow on the surface melted, you could see dead bodies under the ice.

The crystal clear ice layer is like crystal, perfectly preserving the face of people at the moment of death, lifelike.

Whenever a tribe was conquered, the Russians would arrest and take away people regardless of gender, age or status. If they were lucky, these people would become slaves. And those who were unlucky, such as encountering food shortages, countless Buryats and Tatars were stabbed to death by them, and even babies in their arms were not spared.

Although those crimes were not committed by these captives, the Buryats living by Lake Baikal are still happy to treat them in the same way.

There is no need to dirty the hands of the Fu Han Army when dealing with people. Those Buryats will happily take over everything!

"Of course these people resisted at the beginning. Did you see those pillars? When the bodies hanging on them were dried by the wind, the people inside had all surrendered."

"This is also a kind of elimination system. People with bad tempers and people with uncalm minds are not suitable to be a spy."

The officer still had a smile on his face, but what he said made Cebekdorji look up to him more than once. Is this a bit of the coldness of Chinese intelligence officers in his impression?

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The emergency night assembly whistle sounded, and the doors of the dormitories were opened from the inside. The trainees, who were disheveled, gathered on the playground.

Tsebokdorji and the officers were watching the clock beside them. There were only two minutes of preparation time for the emergency night assembly.

The trainees who met the standards could go home and sleep safely after the team was disbanded, but the trainees who did not meet the standards ran ten miles on the playground in the night wind of Lake Baikal.

Tsebokdorji soon noticed a phenomenon. The punished trainees were not lined up in a neat team and ran in step. Instead, they were all different, with scattered steps and various running postures. The instructor standing by did not scold them at all.

The officer seemed to see Cebekdorji's doubts and explained, "What we need is spies, not soldiers cut from the same mold."

When this base was first established, the task for the first batch of trainees was to run laps, and 20 kilometers a day was the basic amount, because this group of people's future role, a good physical fitness is their foundation.

When you finish running, you eat. Can't finish running? Then go hungry with your relatives, wife and children.

Evaluation every ten days, people with higher levels will get better living security.

This is like a seven-inch long needle that makes everyone become extremely obedient.

Because of resisting training, it is not only oneself who is unlucky in the end, but also relatives, wives and children, and their families.

Everyone chose to compromise.

Cebekdorji has left Lake Baikal. He remembered five names and their detailed information in his mind.

Two mixed-race people, two Poles, and one is a surrendered Russian from the Pugachev Uprising Army.

……

The grassland in early summer is green.

Another Russian delegation, where Tsebokdorji was, rode southward after receiving the "protection" of the Chinese cavalry from Lake Baikal.

In the early morning, the golden sunlight shone on the earth, the grassland was shrouded in golden silence, the mountains in the distance were covered with the colorful clothes of the morning glow, and the milk-white clouds in the sky became as red as flames. Herds of cattle and sheep came from afar, and the white Mongolian burqas lit up the green ocean. The wind blew the grass, as if endless green waves were surging, setting off an endless painting page. Let those who fly and cry in the sky rest their hearts, and those who manage things forget to return. The whole prairie looks peaceful. How comfortable and unrestrained would it be to gallop on horseback in such a scene?

As a Mongolian, a Mongolian noble who had already developed an endless aversion to war, Tsebokdorji yearned for this quietness the most. This life, which should have been easy to get, became a luxury under the rule of the Tsar. The entire Torghut tribe had been running around in war for ten consecutive years.

After the latter paid a "heavy" price in the Battle of Irkutsk, the remaining Torghut people won the trust of the Russians. St. Petersburg also knew that the Torghut tribe had reached its limit. After the failure of Irkutsk, they did not order Wabashi to continue to transfer troops to Siberia, the big fire pit, but reused the remaining Torghut people headed by Tsebokdorji. The Russians organized a Tatar cavalry with Tsebokdorji as the leader. Most of the soldiers came from the Tatar tribe and the completely surrendered Buryats. At the peak of the force, there were more than 2,000 people. A powerful force on the battlefield east of Lake Baikal.

This time, the special envoy of St. Petersburg's peace talks with the Chinese was Potemkin himself, and the deputy envoy was Baron Falaleyev, the governor of the Amur River. Tsebokdorji participated in the talks as a senior military attaché. Because the Russians needed him to get to know "Mongolia" well on his way south.

The main envoy Potemkin set out from the northwest, passed Xinjiang to Lanzhou, then to Xi'an, and then entered Henan and Anhui, and finally came to Nanjing; Falaleyev, on the other hand, arrived at Lake Baikal from the Outer Northeast, then rode to Kulun in Outer Mongolia, switched to a tram in Kulun, all the way to Zhangjiakou in Hebei, and then took the Inner Canal to Nanjing.

Tsebokdorji himself "shouldered" a difficult task on this trip. He needed to estimate the Mongolians' acceptance and loyalty to the Chen Han Empire as much as possible, contact the Mongolians, and understand as much as possible about China's development in Mongolia in recent years. In a great change that overturned the entire grassland structure, some Mongolians will benefit, but there will certainly be a large number of Mongolians who will suffer losses. The latter are the partners that the Russians are looking forward to.

I never thought that the Torghut people were fake Russians at the beginning, and they had a big flash beside them.

This is of great significance to the upcoming negotiations between China and Russia.

While Falaleyev and Tseberdorji were running on the prairie, in a pasture south of Lake Baikal, a figure was running around the yurt, one circle, one circle, and another.

When this man, who was obviously a Mongolian, dragged his exhausted body and finally finished the scheduled plan, his legs were soft like noodles and he lay in front of the yurt, his relatives skillfully brought him a bowl of hot milk tea.

At this time in the Mongolian pastoral area, it was common for many ordinary herdsmen to train hard like a devil. They were exercising their bodies little by little, strengthening their physical fitness, not for health, but for the next time the court recruited soldiers, so that they could be selected.

The poorer the place, the easier it is to recruit soldiers. This is an unbreakable truth throughout the ages. This is true in the southwest, the northwest, and Mongolia.

Golmud had no complaints, but he was too tired to complain.

Fortunately, it was dusk, and today's training ended here.

After resting for 20 minutes, Golmud and his wife walked into the yurt 20 to 30 meters away. A steaming meal satisfied his appetite opened by fatigue.

Lake Baikal is really a Feng Shui treasure land for the Mongolians. The lush aquatic plants and abundant fish mean that the Mongolians who moved here no longer have to worry about eating.

Golden roasted fish, fragrant stewed mutton soup, white cheese, and a piece of baked bread for everyone. This thing is twice as expensive as the freshest lamb here. In addition, there is milk tea made from tea bricks, goat milk, etc.

Take the food for example, it is many times better here than before.

But people will never be satisfied. Take the Golmud family as an example. They are now full and eat well. But there are people in their family who live better than them.

Just because someone joins the army, whether it is a logistics soldier or a real combat soldier, even a military ranch, the change to the life of a Mongolian family is earth-shaking.

Golmud took another bowl of broth, sat back next to his wife Luoge Danzhu, grabbed a piece of cheese and took a big bite.

"It's already April." The preliminary selection will be held in May, followed by a month of recruit training.

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"If you are selected, will you go to the battlefield?" Returning to his own yurt, Luoge Danzhu said hesitantly.

"Of course. I will definitely become the most elite cavalry." Golmud grinned and opened his arms to hug his wife. He knew what his wife was worried about.

But the risk of death is too small, too small compared to the benefits that can be gained.