In the spring of the 12th year of the Empire, the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains was at Tarbachtai.

A eagle soared in the sky, with sharp eyes scanning the lush land under her feet. With the airflow of spring, it hovered in the air and alertly avoided the herder's flock. Instead, it chose a marmot that gnawed on the grassroots and pounced on it. The eagle swooped at a very fast speed. With just a huge impact force, it churned the marmot. Before it could react, it was caught by its sharp claws and then flew up.

It was also at this moment that a burst of white smoke suddenly rose from the grass, and Diao'er seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and flew out. He didn't even make a scream, but fell directly into the grass.

"I hit it, I hit it, Hadun hit it!"

Several female slaves screamed happily, ran out of the bushes, picked up the black carving, and held it to a pine tree at the foot of the mountain. A man with a naked upper body sat on the sheepskin under the tree. He was strong, but his beard was fifty years old. When he saw the black carving shot to death, the man had no joy. The Legend of the Condor He rode a horse and was a sassy Mongolian woman, the man's wife.

"Shank you, I shot and killed the black eagle." The woman said.

"Anutana, this is really good news." The man said without any joy.

This man is Sengge, the Khan King of the Junggar tribe, and the woman is Anutana, whom he married for a short time. Seeing her husband like this, Anutana turned over and dismounted, put the flintlock rifle at Sengge's feet and said, "I understand your anger. Do you think that as long as you have such a musket in your hand, everyone can become a The Legend of the Condor Heroes and become a Zhebi, and everyone has it."

Sengge poured the wine over the golden cup, drank it all, and said, "Anutana, you are right, but the muskets are not owned by the Han people. If so, that would be great. The other tribes of Weilat, the Russians in the northwest, the New Manchuria in the north, and the Yarkand people in the south, are now popular as autumn grass. The Junggar tribe, which once traverses the Western Regions, have now become less and less advantageous!"

Anutana held her husband's hand and knew that the old lion was thinking about it again, but after thinking about it carefully, his random thoughts were not completely unfounded. Now he, the Khan of the Junggar tribe, is really sitting on the fire, and this once energetic man is now old and has become timid.

As the Khan of the Junggar tribe, Sengge did not control all the Junggar tribes. Several uncles and brothers were in charge of part of them. In recent years, they had traded with the empire and were not bound by the Khan tribes at all. The other large and small tribes of Weilat became increasingly alienated because they were close to the empire. The Junggar tribe was feudal with the Kazakhs in the west and the Russians in the north. The war had been going on for hundreds of years, while the New Manchuria in the north was expanding rapidly, and several contacts were coming south to cross the Altai Mountains. These forces all obtained firearms from different channels and trained firearm troops, which completely lost their advantage.

In the past, 20,000 Junggar cavalry could sweep any force, but now, a thousand flintlock rifles can cause the Junggar tribe to be damaged.

"Khan, I heard from the Han envoys that only firearms can deal with firearms!" said Anutana.

Sengge smiled, stood up and said, "That's right, my lark, so the men of Junggar not only have to ride and shoot, but also have a special firearm unit. Last year, with the help of the new emperor of the Empire, I purchased five hundred flintlock guns and were transported to it soon. This year I will recruit warriors qualified to use them. Whether it is from the Junggar tribe or not, there are hundreds of people gathering now. It's time to go and see."

After saying that, the two of them turned over and rode back to the tribe. They were fighting in the tribe. The harsh bronze trumpet and the horse-head fiddle were mixed together. The rough music could not cover the rapid sound of horse hooves. The Junggar warriors who had been raised by Sengge for many years kept making bows and archery moves away from the music. The momentum was vigorous and they made fierce cheers from time to time. This was the provocation made by the Junggar warriors to the grassland men who came to recruit.

Most grassland men chose to bow their heads because of their lack of background and poverty. Only a man in his thirties stood with a knife in his arms, without caring about it, and glanced at one of the most powerful ones from time to time.

"You! Come out and witness the immortality, I want to tear you apart!" The guy finally couldn't help but shouted loudly.

The man smiled coldly, inserted the knife without a scabbard to the ground, hooked his hand, and when the man rushed over to hug him, the man kicked his ankle, avoided the pounce, and punched him in the neck. In the air, the Junggar warrior was already unconscious and fell directly to the ground, causing the atmosphere around him to stagnate, and then there was a warm cheer.

"Okay, very good, a good man, agile and heroic, really good. Can you use firearms?" Sengge clapped and asked.

The man focused his head. After receiving a new flintlock rifle, the man carefully checked, calmly loaded the projectiles, aimed and shot, and hit a sheep skull that was placed fifty steps away. When the slave held up a sheep skull with an extra hole, Sengge was overjoyed and said, "What a unique warrior, very good. From now on, you are my musket face!"

The man laughed loudly, opened his arms, and accepted cheers from thousands of people around him. When the cheers reached their peak, the man took off the leather hat on his head and exposed a short hair that was only half an inch long. This was completely different from the appearance of Junggar's braided hair and shaved his head. The cheers came to an abrupt end at this moment. Everyone knew that the person dressed in this way must be a monk.

"How dare you ask what you call this master?" Sengge asked with his eyes sharpened.

"I've returned to secular life, khan!" the man replied loudly.

Sengge was even more surprised. Returning to secularity can be said to be a big deal in the Yellow Sect. Monks who can return to secularity must be good. Sengge asked, "What's your secular name?"

"Chorus, Choros of Junggar!" said the man narrowed his eyes.

Those who heard this were surprised because in the Junggar tribe, only the Khanate was named Choros, and the former monk in front of him was still named Choros.........

Sengge ran down, suddenly gave the man a bear hug, and shouted: "This is my brother, Galdan!"

"Galdan Taiji, the youngest son of Xiankhan, was sent to Tibet to study Buddhism since he was a child."

"Yes, he is also the apprentice of the two religious leaders."

"But isn't he dead?"

"I am not dead. The temporary dormant is for the purpose of flying higher. I am the eagle of Junggar, the most loyal brother of the Khan!" Faced with the rumors, Galdan shouted in his greatest voice.

Sengge was overjoyed, took Galdan's hand and walked into the sweat tent, and said, "Good brother, tell me quickly what happened to you. They all said you were dead!"

Galdan smiled and said, "Shank you, please give me a sip of water and let me drink a sip of water at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains first. I have missed it for many years."

"Come on, have a drink!" Seng Ge said.

Galdan took a large bag of horse milk wine, raised his neck and poured it directly into his mouth. He drank all three or four pounds of horse milk wine in one breath without any hesitation, and his belly was already bulging high. Galdan was so excited that his refreshing appearance attracted a lot of praise, and even Anutana was stunned.

"Khan, I have a lot to say to you about my survival." Galdan said to Sengge.

Sengge knew that there would be some secrets, especially the empire, and there were not many people who could know it, so he ordered a dinner party for dinner, and then pulled Galdan and Anutana into the tent. Galdan glanced at Anutana, as if he was alert. Sengge said, "Anutana is my woman, and we Junggars never doubted the woman who gave birth to children for themselves."

Galdan nodded, and then he told the lie he had made up all the way again. This carefully compiled lie directly hit Sengge's prostate, leaving him no longer suspicious of Galdan.

The newly fabricated life experience was completely tailored for Sengge. Galdan's words were half true and half false. He claimed that he was sent by the Qing Dynasty to explore military information outside the pass, disguised as an ordinary Jurchen soldier and joined the imperial army, learning to use firearms to repair and command firearm troops, and deeply realized the suppression of firearms on nomadic peoples. He believed that only firearms could fight firearms. So after the end of the Mobei War, he managed to join the empire's arsenal in Vladivostok and learned how to build muskets and cast artillery. Later, he was discovered by the Imperial Security Bureau, detained, so he sought an opportunity to escape, and returned to Junggar.

Obviously, this was the life experience that Galdan thought of after hearing that Sengge wanted to establish a special firearms force. The result was that Galdan was completely accepted by Sengge and appointed and commanded the firearms army of the Junggar tribe.

"Khan, if the Han people ask me about my origin, how do you plan to answer? If my arrival brings threats to the Junggar tribe and to the Khan, I am willing to accept any treatment from the Khan." Galdan knelt respectfully in front of the Sengge and said seriously.

Sengge helped Galdan up and responded, "Galdan, you are my brother, I will never hurt you! And the Han people said you were dead, but you came back alive. I Sengge only knew that you came back from Tibet to secular life. I don't know that everything you did on the land of Han people. The Han people deceived us. How could they openly deal with you? Can't even protect your own brothers in the Junggar Khan Sengge?"

After hearing this, Galdan thanked him repeatedly, but what he heard from Sengge's lines was his fear and importance to the empire. Sengge placed his hope for his safety on the empire's failure to pursue him, but Galdan vaguely felt that this was impossible. He vaguely remembered that the young man who pursued him came at the time on the order of the emperor. He didn't know what he did to provoke the empire, but he also knew that it was definitely not that simple.

Half a month later.

The elderly Tursun Burke stood at the door of the store, looking at the lively crowds over the container, and laughed happily. As Hami Burke of the Imperial Guanxi Appeasement Zone, he was a hero in the recovery of Guanxi and pacifying Shannan. Tursun has been very smooth in the past few years. His already obese body has become even more bloated and has grown a third chin.

Over the past few years, Tursun used the local water and soil of Hami and the support from the empire to open cotton plantations and textile printing and dyeing factories, and mastered the local ability to mass produce dyed cotton cloth. With this, Tursun family's strength has reached a higher level and is the largest textile provider outside Hexi.

"These 20,000 pieces of cotton can definitely be sold at a good price. Eji. You go to various tribes and buy a batch of wool and camel wool. Hami's wool textile workshop is also set up. I need to master the quality of wool here..." Tursun ordered his subordinates.

Eji nodded and whispered: "Master, I'll go and do it immediately, but please be careful not to be impatient. This is a cargo yard, and there are many people coming and going. You are Hamilbock. If someone sees you being obsessed with trade and joining the Lifan Courtyard, it will be amazing even if you tell General Chen Ping."

After hearing this, Tursun nodded immediately and said, "You said it very well. I cannot be proud of myself. This time I was ordered by General Chen Ping to send the musket to King Sengge Khan. This is a business matter. You send someone to the Khan Court first, let's go public and then private, and then hand over the firearms."

And Eji, the person in charge of the warehouse, whispered: "Master, I want to tell you something privately."

Tuerxun walked into a room in the warehouse, and Eji said, "Five days ago, I saw a Lanzhou merchant and a Junggar man traded a box of iron pieces, and I secretly took one."

Tursun took it and found that it was an oil paper bag with two small iron parts, one was a spring and the other was a thin steel piece. Tursun looked at it and found that it was a standard piece produced by the factory, but it was a second-hand thing. He seemed to have seen this thing somewhere. He thought about it, pulled out the pistol he wore, and completely disassembled it. There were these two things. When he looked at the rest of the parts, he could just find a blacksmith to make it.

"This is smuggling weapons. The flintlock machines can be made with as many accessories as there are. The Junggars do not lack combs, which means they can transform the combs into flintlocks!" Tursun slapped the table.

Eji said, "I think so too, and I heard that Sengge Khan's brother came back from Tibet and helped him form a musket team. He was performing at the foot of Targan Mountain that day, and I went to see it. Master, I dare to swear that except for the different clothes and banners, the horses are not as tall as the army, and it looks exactly the same as the dragon cavalry battalion stationed in Hami."

"Dragon Cavalry?" Tursun spoke in surprise and said, "What is the name of Sengge's brother?"

"It seems that he is called Galdan. It is said that he went to Tibet to become a monk when he was a teenager, and now he has returned from secular life."
Chapter completed!