The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

Chapter 173 The Great Han Bhutanese Guard

Zhou Hu and Ji Nanshou, the current Bhutanese military commander, were both personally transferred back to the Beijing garrison from Ningguta by him.

More than two years have passed, and he should be commended for his contributions. After all, he is a backbone of the Han Dynasty, and more importantly, he is capable and knows how to find women for the emperor.

Thinking of this, Liu Mu immediately took out an imperial edict, which was a booklet that the emperor used to issue decrees.

Li Hu, a deputy general of the Beijing garrison, was promoted to the rank of adjutant and established the Fujian Guard in the Quanzhou and Zhangzhou area. At the same time, he set up defenses in Chaozhou and kept an eye on Shang Zhixin in Guangdong and Jiangxi.

According to the Ministry of War's plan, each province in the interior will only need one garrison, and Li Hu will be given a hereditary third-rank commander position, which is considered a good treatment for him.

He hopes to seize the opportunity if he goes south next year.

It's not impossible to go even further.

After Liu Mu finished writing the decree, he handed it to Liu Dingbian, who was accompanying him. The officials of the six ministries received it, affixed their seals, and then sent a special person to appoint the officials.

Stretching, Liu Mu looked at Zhu Xin's stomach and shook his head, then decided to study some English.

"My beloved concubine, you should go and rest now!"

"Bring that English songstress to me!"

The first sentence was so nice, why did they have to add a second one? The more Zhu Xin thought about it, the angrier he became. He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and walked towards the back room.

Fortunately, the sedan chair was of good quality, and the black slaves carried it steadily.

Otherwise, it absolutely has to be shaken!

Half an hour after Zhu Xin left, the door to the side room was opened, and a blonde woman dressed as a palace maid walked out.

It's just a song about covering one's face.

Liu Mu immediately covered his forehead. It was obvious that Zhu Xin had slapped him; the red mark was so deep that even two hands couldn't cover it.

There was nothing they could do; at least Princess Debu had an Asian face, while Wenger, with his blond hair and blue eyes, was not well-liked in the palace.

Liu Mu waved. In his previous life, his poor English prevented him from getting into a second-tier university, so he had to study hard this time.

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While Liu Mu was on his western tour, a large convoy drove from the Tibetan valleys into the snow-capped mountains.

This is one of the three valley routes leading south from Tibet, and it is also the area of ​​the later city of Cuona. Ji Nanshou led his army south through this route.

The previously rugged road was now filled with rubble and hard soil, and the huge rocks that looked like they were about to fall were being knocked down one by one.

However, it was still very narrow. Only one large flatbed cart, which was two meters wide, could pass at a time. It required two strong Tibetan horses and ten Tibetans to make it pass. More than 300 carts occupied almost the entire valley.

Beyond the valley entrance lies the plank road, clearly built by people from the Central Plains, exactly like the plank roads of the Shu Road.

Below is a cliff tens of meters high.

But these Tibetans were not worried at all.

Because it was built with the lives of Bhutanese slaves.

Below the plank road, in the canyon, lay piles of white bones, most of which were incomplete.

It is evident that building a plank road was extremely dangerous.

Once it falls, even a complete corpse is unlikely to be preserved.

It took Ji Nanshou ten days to march across the valley, but after the road was repaired, this large convoy arrived at the Bhutan Valley Pass fortress on the third day.

This was the first fortress that Ji Nanshou conquered.

The fortress town has changed completely; the stone walls have been replaced by rammed earth walls made of blue bricks.

Inside, there are only one or two hundred rooms, all built of stone bricks and covered with tiles in the style of the Central Plains.

Behind the fortress were newly cleared farmlands where Bhutanese men were farming, while Tibetans dressed in robes carried longbows and knives to supervise the work.

As the convoy entered the fortress, a centurion dressed in Han Dynasty military uniform immediately came down from the fortress walls to inspect the area.

The convoy was led by a Tibetan, who placed his right hand on his chest.

"Centurion, this is the salt the King of India requested, the tea bricks sent by the imperial court, thirty cartloads of gunpowder, and five cartloads of lead bullets and cannonballs!"

After inspecting it, the centurion nodded, took out a small booklet from his breast pocket, which was written in clerical script and stamped with a seal, and tore off a page.

"These are your convoy's food coupons. Exchange them for food immediately upon returning to Lhasa. Losing them is a capital offense!"

The leader of the convoy grinned after hearing this.

"No way, this is our food rations for the next two weeks. We wouldn't dare lose our food coupons even if it meant losing our lives."

The centurion nodded upon hearing this, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the open space in the fortress, where there was a large pile of goods.

"There's the grain from the first half of the year, enough for you to manage this month, but you must deliver it safely to Lhasa, it's life-saving grain."

The Tibetan leader of the convoy still had yellow teeth showing.

"The Han people are so kind! The grain produced in Bhutan is enough to make even us common folk eat rice!"

Although the centurion was also Tibetan, he was clearly a man of few words. After nodding, he gave orders to his subordinates.

"Pass down the order: have all slaves assemble and move these three hundred cartloads of supplies to Plakazong!"

As the centurion gave the order, a large drum in the fortress was struck, and then one by one, Bhutanese natives wearing leg irons gathered from the fields.

Their eyes were lifeless, their bodies covered in whip marks, and they were dressed only in hemp clothes. They numbly approached the convoy and unloaded bags of supplies onto the trucks.

Once all the carts were loaded, they were pulled out of the fortress under the watchful eyes of the Tibetans. As far as the eye could see, there were wide official roads, and the speed of the carts pulled by human labor was no less than that of livestock.

This is Bhutan Guard!

If we can use human labor, we should never use livestock!

Because livestock are too precious, while human beings are infinite.

From Prakazong to the fortress, then to Cona, and finally to the valley leading to Lhasa, the area has been completely leveled in the past year.

The price was the tens of thousands of skeletons buried beneath the official road.

The benefits are now enormous: Bhutan's grain is transported to Tibet, while Tibet's salt, beef, mutton, and fur are all transported to Bhutan.

However, the trade was not with Bhutanese merchants, but with Mughal merchants. The natives of Bhutan could only be slaves, and were consumed by the Han Dynasty's growing power.

What would normally be a ten-day journey was accomplished in the time it would take to travel to the Western Paradise via the newly constructed official road.

Prakadzong remained the same.

It's still so red.

However, both sides of the river and the hillsides are covered with densely packed terraced fields, and waterwheels from the Central Plains send water up the terraced fields through bamboo tubes.

Liu Weiqing wore a bright red robe with a python pattern, an embroidered blue dragon with western claws on the chest, and a white jade crown on his head, exuding an air of nobility.

Beside him was Ji Nanshou, dressed in the uniform of a lieutenant general, who was currently looking at a piece of intelligence.

"Your Highness, news has come from the merchants that the Mughal general is leading 50,000 elite troops, along with 100,000 local servants and soldiers, on a personal expedition to the central Deccan Plateau!"

"At this moment, only Shaishta Khan, the uncle of the Mughal emperor, is stationed in Dhaka and the coastal areas with an army of 30,000."

"What's strange is that Dhaka has a population of millions, but no city walls. Instead, fortresses were built along the confluence of rivers or in shallow waters, presumably for defense, with the rivers surrounding them."

"We have no navy; victory is unlikely!"

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