I hate the Communist Party chapter 70

Chapter 32—The Temple

At the end of May, the air in Andijan was hot.

Located in the Fergana Valley, this city was the birthplace of Babur, the founder of the first Mughal Empire, and was also the capital of the Kokand Khanate in the 1800s.

Andijan was not just a city with a long history.

It was also the main route of the Silk Road, which symbolized exchanges between the East and the West, and it was also a large city that could fit within ten fingers in Central Asia, which is still dominated by Russia.

In winter, the temperature drops to below freezing, but in the summer it was a region with a heatwave of over 35 degrees Celsius, but rather, the people living here could become hard like rocks.

No, maybe it could be said to be stronger than a rock.

The rocks could not endure the winter if rainwater, which doesn’t fall shortly, penetrates into the crevice, and I had to watch my body split.

In the valley where the dry wind blows, which is not enough to cool off sweat, there are men who are breathing as hot as the sun that heats the land.

It wasn’t unusual for people to gather and move because it was an area with poor security so that if you move out of the city to a certain extent, a horde of horses roams, but the group of men was something strange.

The scale was too large to be a group to escape the dangers of the band of magicians, but it was strange that their armaments were united to the extent that they were united and gathered for a large-scale looting.

“Infectious disease, it’s incredibly hot.”

Even though Duman was wearing a turban, Duman muttered, stealing the sweat from his forehead.

It’s certainly hot, but the two who live in this area couldn’t have been unable to adapt to the heat.

His strong grip on the horse’s reins, his eyes pretending to be calm but trembling, let him know that his sweat also contained tension.

“By the way, it’s a huge scale. I didn’t expect people to gather this much.”

I wondered if the unknown man next to him heard what Duman muttered. At first glance, it was spectacular to see more than 3,000 men gathered in one place on horseback.

“Isn’t it that there are so many people who agree with our cause.”

It was the first time I saw it today, but something shared between the two naturally led the conversation.

The governor said in a message to Nikolai that there were no disturbing movements in Kyrgyzstan, but the judgment seemed wrong.

It is not an army or police, but if there are more than 3,000 people who are armed and united in a group, if it is not an abnormal phenomenon, snowing in the summer would fall into the normal category.

This was an error created by the background of the modern era. In the modern era without satellite surveillance or surveillance cameras, not all information could be true.

Inaccurate sightings, sources of information that may have distorted memories, the time it takes to convey information, and the pieces lost in the process.

Governor Alexander was certainly not incompetent, but he was also not free from these limitations.

Because of this error, the Turkestan Governor-General has not yet been able to grasp this movement in Andijan, located in Kyrgyzstan.

By the way, only Nikolai was feeling faintly about the unhealthy movements growing under the waters of Central Asia, but no one knew whether his movements could even fit in time.

The man who was talking with Tuman whether he knew the circumstances of the Russian Empire or not, spoke in an anxious manner.

“By the way, I’m worried, I heard that the support that was coming in just a while ago was cut off. Shouldn’t I have to feed them a shot as soon as possible?”

Originally, this month’s amount of firearms and ammunition should have already been delivered last week through northern India, but it was still news.

Even the leadership of this group could not know why because the supporter contacted them but did not tell them how to contact them. I just guess that something has happened.

“Even if it is a firearm, food and ammunition are the most worried. Maintaining an army of this size would not be easy. I think it’s better to move as fast as you said.”

Even the two were forced to speak out words mixed with worries. Considering that there is no productivity, one of the characteristics of the military organization, if supply is cut off, it will inevitably be destroyed.

It was a month at the very longest when I think about the latest rations. In fact, it could have been shorter because it was a speculation that was made under the assumption that little by little it was supported by the surrounding tribes.

Talking about the worries, Duman remembered his close friend. When I was younger, I ran the same path, but every time I remembered a friend who took a different path than myself today, it seemed to touch the thorn in my heart.

What made Duman even more heartbreaking was the fact that more and more people cooperate with Russia like his friend.

The rumors that the famine made them more and more lived as they cultivated cotton as the governor’s ordered to those who rely on Russian rations and changed their perceptions of other oppressors of religions made them willingly bow their heads to Russia.

And there were increasingly frequent conflicts between them and a tribe who still didn’t believe in Russia and felt rejected.

At first, it was a simple argument, but as he watched the development from a fist fight to a bloodshed in which bullets and arrows go back and forth, Duman felt frustrated.

Fighting among themselves, he thought, was what the Russian Empire wanted.

Duman had never had a formal education, but with innate insight he felt that the Prince’s speech also played a part in dividing them.

Even at the last tribal meeting held right now, I witnessed disagreements about the Prince’s speech.

Considering the passage of time since then, it was evident that the poison spread by Nikolai, which was only abominable, had penetrated more into Central Asia.

Everyone knew that the more the poison spread, the narrower the space for people like Tuman would stand.

Maybe this could be the last thing he could do before it fell into an old relic ////, so Duman felt his teeth bitten.

‘In order to change this trend, something needs to be done. It is also a military achievement! People’s thoughts will change only when you let them know that they are not strong enough to depend on, nor are they trustworthy. And the moment people’s perceptions change, they will have no choice but to withdraw from our land.’

In the process, he might be aiming a gun with his friend, but Duman was determined.

Maybe his friend will have the same thoughts as himself when things change?

“All be quiet. Sheikh says he has something to say to you!”

Duman’s thoughts were stopped by a shout. The man who made them gather here and made them look like the army had something to say to them.

Even though there was no speaker or other object yet, the shouts made by the attendants were huge enough to be heard by the whole group.

As the shouts swept away, the murmur of worrying words quickly subsided, and there was an unbelievable silence that over 3,000 people had gathered.

The fact that there was no noise, except for the occasional sound of horses turing, was also a factor in how well their leaders were in control of the organization.

In silence, a man rides a horse and climbs up a barren hill.

His name is Muhammad Ali Madali. In Kyrgyz language, it was also called Dukchi Ishan.

“Brothers!”

Madali shouted after looking at his followers.

“We have been silent against them. Even when the abominable pagans who enshrined the prophet as their gods freely piled up stakes in the grassland and claimed to be their land, they were silent. We were silent when they forced their words and religion, when they took away the rights of our clergy, when they said they would judge us with their own laws and regulations.”

Duman swallowed dry saliva. The sunlight was so intense that it was difficult to see Madali’s face.

“Now they are trying to separate even brothers of the same religion. Since when did we become so weak? Are we weak enough to succumb to the Russians that our ancestors captured and sold as slaves without any rebellion?

no. Now they will see clearly how strong we are, who have been silent. And the brethren who have confirmed our strength will once again unite firmly against the pagans.

Brothers! one week! Attack Andijan after a week and take it! And starting with Andijan, they will realize who the owner of this land is! Allah is great! Muhammad is his apostle!”

/”!الله اکبر”/

/”!الله أكبر”/

Through the valley, their cry spread, saying that God is great. The temple has begun.

* * *

‘I have a sore whole body. What does the image say… … .’

I was regretting what I said when I set out for a great meal.

-If so, are you saying that you would take a military train instead of an imperial train?

-That’s right. It would be inefficient to run the Imperial and Military trains separately, as you need to travel as quickly as possible. Besides, in order to tell the soldiers to fight under the name of the Russian Empire at my command, shouldn’t we, at least, move with them?

“It seems like you are paying the price of bluffing for nothing. I guess my body was soaked in comfort without my knowledge.”

Because it was in a room with no one, I spoke to myself.

He was stubborn to capture the image of a fast troop fighter and a prince who suffered a hard time with his soldiers, but the trains transporting troops of this era were far worse than I expected.

Even though it was a carriage for officers, not for general soldiers, for the position of Prince Prince, the hard bed and tasteless meals were enough for the body, who had been accustomed to the imperial life, to protest.

At a time when there was no Tashkent track, a railroad between Central Asia and Europe, Russia, we had to travel only to Orenburg and then make a long march to Almaty, where the governor’s office is located, but I wanted to get off the train.

The two-day military train experience was enough to give the soldiers an awareness that his Majesty the Crown Prince was with us, but it seemed like a time I would never want to repeat again.

It was comforting to me to arrive in Orenburg this afternoon. In the future, I decided to reconsider the path of movement, vowing to think twice before making a decision to make an image.

The time it takes to get from Orenburg to Almaty was expected to be around one month, considering the generous amount.

Although it was a group movement, not an individual, it was considered possible because it was an elite guard regiment within the Russian military.

However, it might take longer, considering that our movement is not just a march, but also has the character of an armed demonstration.

‘Because this is the first week of May, maybe the first week of June may arrive.’

However, the point that caught my attention was the city of Andijan, located slightly off the march route. It was also the place where the 1898 uprising took place in the original history.

‘Andijan… … Andijan… … .’

“My Majesty, in the next hour, we will arrive in Orenburg. You worked hard.”

While I was thinking about looking at the map, the commander of the regiment came in and informed me that he was arriving soon.

“Oh, thanks for letting me know. But can you see how long it will take if you add Andijan to the route to the regiment’s office?”

#Artist’s words

الله اکبر! : Alahu Akbar’s Arabic notation.

Duman is the person who appeared in the section Divide and Rule.

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