"Abba, aren't you going to do it?" Hua Chihu, the young master of the Duoyan Division, asked with his hands in his hands.

Opposite Hua Chihu, the old Wang Hua of the Duoyan Department drank milk tea slowly. For Hua Chihu's shouting, Lao Huadang acted as if he hadn't heard it.

"Abba, all you need to do is give me 1,000 men, and I'll get you back all the things in the caravan." Hua Chihu saw that Hua should ignore him, and couldn't help but shout again.

"1,000 people?" Old Flower had a habitual smile on her face.

This son of his? It's really more than brave, but not enough strategy.

"Huzi, do you know how many people there are on the other side?" Hua Dang still said slowly.

"How many are there?" Hua Chihu's eyes showed a look of thought.

"According to the spies, there are probably nearly a thousand of them, right?" Hua Chihu said uncertainly.

"What if there are more than a thousand of them? 1,000 sheep is not enough for a pack of wolves. Hua Chihu then smiled arrogantly.

"To be exact, there are more than 800 people on the other side. Among them were at least 200 skilled border guards with bows and horses. The other party can't be considered a sheep! Lao Huadang glanced at his son very dissatisfied.

"Huzi, let's not talk about the others. With these 200 soldiers, do you think you can easily take them with 1,000 men? Hua Dang asked with hatred of iron not steel.

This tiger is still too young.

"There are more than 200 skilled border soldiers with bows and horses?" Hua Chihu was startled. "Abba, you're not mistaken, are you?"

The skilled border soldiers of the Ming Dynasty are not good at stubble, let alone rotten streets. How can a caravan have so many elite border soldiers?

"Mistaken?" Hua Dang snorted very dissatisfied, "Huzi, your carelessness is really unacceptable."

Although the combat effectiveness of the ordinary soldiers of the Ming army is not high, the elite of the Ming army is still difficult to entangle. You don't even know who your opponent is, so you dare to boast about using 1,000 people? You've let me down so much. ”

was sunk by the old flower, and the face of the red tiger rose red.

Looking at Hua Chihu's flushed face, Lao Huadang was even more dissatisfied.

"Huzi, you go and find out to me how many opponents there are, what is the approximate combat strength, where is their destination, and which way to go? Also, what exactly did they bring?

Huzi, you've figured all this out, are you thinking about how many people to take? "Lao Hua should hate the lesson that iron does not become steel.

In another area, in a similar grassland tent, five or six people are celebrating with wine.

"It's really blessed by the Buddha!"

The old man at the head respectfully raised his glass to the sky, and several other people also followed suit.

Putting down the cup, the old man said sharply: "You will start to straighten out the soldiers and horses." We're going to have to eat this piece of fat in our stomachs. It is a matter of life and death for our Zalut Ministry, and we must not be careless. ”

Several others responded with a bang.

The Zalut tribe is one of the five tribes of the Mongolian Khalkha tribe.

In the first year of the Apocalypse, Nurhachi launched the Battle of Liaoshen.

At that time, the Khalkha Ministry formed an alliance with the Ming army. After receiving the report of the war, the Khalkha Division, led 10,000 cavalry to support the Ming army by Zai Sai, the leader of the Hongjira Division, the strongest of the five divisions.

It's a pity that the Ming army, under the command of the stupid Yuan Yingtai, collapsed too quickly. As a result, the Khalkha Department was attacked by Chiyu, not only 10,000 cavalry were defeated by Nurhachi, but even Zai Sai was captured by Houjin in one fell swoop.

It took a great deal of money for the Khalkha Ministry to redeem Zaisai from Houjin.

From that time, the Khalkha Ministry severed its alliance with the Ming army and switched to an alliance with the Later Jin.

The Khalkha Ministry did not expect that with the successive victories of Houjin, Nurhachi's appetite became bigger and bigger.

In the third year of the Apocalypse, Nurhachi clearly demanded that the Khalkha Ministry abandon the equal alliance with the Later Jin and become a vassal of the Later Jin.

Nurhachi's unreasonable demand was directly rejected by the Khalkha Ministry.

In April of the third year of the Apocalypse, Nurhachi raided the Zarut tribe, which was the most opposed to the Later Jin in the Khalkha tribe.

Caught off guard, the Zalut tribe was defeated, and the leader, Aung An, was killed along with his son. The Zalut Department was badly damaged.

In the more than a year that followed, the Khalkha Ministry was hit many times by Houjin. Although the fighting was not large, the entire Khalkha Ministry was greatly weakened.

Among the five Khalkha departments, the Zalut department, which was already seriously injured, is even worse, and now it is almost dying.

In fact, in the fight against Houjin's harassment, the loss of the Zalut soldiers was not too great. What they have to lose the most is the livelihood of their tribes.

In the process of repeated transfers, the cattle and sheep of the Zalut Department were unable to obtain a good growth environment at all. The lack of cattle and sheep has put the Zarut division on the verge of a harsh winter.

At this time, there was such a caravan full of supplies entering the grassland, and the Zalut Department really felt like a charcoal in the snow.

In the tent of the Zalut Ministry, several people were discussing the details of the robbery.

"Gessel, if we shoot directly like this, will we collide with someone else?" A stout man turned his head and asked the old man at the head, Gessel.

"Battle, do we have a choice now? If we don't get enough supplies, we're going to starve this winter. Old man Gessel said sadly.

Gessel looked at the few people around him, and said with a solemn face: "Such a big piece of fat will definitely attract countless wild wolves. Go, all Batel, Temur, and Angers, and take with you all the soldiers of your people. With 5,000 cavalry in hand, I see who would dare to grab something from us. ”

Several others were taken aback by Gessel's statement.

"How's that going to work?" The others shouted together, "Gasel, this is not going to work. We've taken all the soldiers away, what are you going to do? What about the tribes? If someone sneaks up, won't the tribe be completely destroyed? ”

"Listen to me," exclaimed Gessel, "the tribe has reached the most critical juncture, and it is better to concentrate on fighting with all its might than to slowly drain the blood." ”

Gessel glanced at everyone solemnly, and he said solemnly: "That caravan has at least 5 or 600 guards, including more than 200 elite Ming troops, how many people do you think it will take to take them?" ”

Looking at the people who were speechless for a while, Gessel continued: "At least 1500 rides, right?" How many hungry wolves will this piece of fat attract? The hungry wolves that come have to ride at least 1500, right? No 5000 rides to bring things back? ”

Under the firelight, the old man Gussel's face was indescribably tired. He looked at the speechless people and waved his hand weakly.

"Go ahead, get ready. You get things back as fast as you can, and I don't have anything to do here. Go for it! ”

Because of his lack of understanding of the situation on the grasslands, Zhu Youzhen's plan has seriously deviated from the direction.

Zhu Youzhen never expected that his fishing plan would catch a shark. And even worse than catching a shark is that there are several sharks swimming around.