"Fighting Jilin Ula must be a tough battle! Now it's just spring, hungry for a winter of livestock is the time to fatten, grazing in the Liaohe River for a month, and so the livestock grow fat, the ewes give birth to cubs, let's go east in one fell swoop, and the hairy barbarian to fight the winner, how? ”

This is not unreasonable, after all, nomads, cattle are crops, and they have to rely on sheep to eat! It's just that the military situation is like fire, and Erhan is about to be driven crazy by the messenger in the direction of Shengjing, where does he have time to wait for this month.

"The Great Khan ordered, Zhushen, immediately, march to Jilin Ula!"

"But the Great Khan also made an alliance with the tribes, and when he went to war, he provided food and grass! Now that the Qing Dynasty does not give food, the livestock are hungry and thin! How do we grassland people live this year? ”

Vital interests, Wen Bu Chuhuer's guts were fat again, and the face and beard that Zhang Fei was full of horizontal flesh and high cheekbones were puffed up, and his eyes were round and roaring.

I'm afraid that a leader, with this noble man of Tumut, will come out, and those small tribes who were also dissatisfied with Huerhan's sudden toughness also shouted with gossip.

"When the Great Khan recruited our troops, he swore that he would send food to him! Last year, the grassland has already suffered a white plague, and this year, if we don't let the livestock gain weight, and the Khan doesn't give food, most of our department will starve to death! ”

"That's right! Whose tribe is not like this? ”

If Huang Taiji is here, one look is enough to make these guys tremble, and they don't dare to put a fart, but Hu Erhan is not Huang Taiji, how can he have that courage, boiling and boiling dozens of people are gossiping, which makes him numb and dumbfounded for a while, but he doesn't know what to do.

"If not, so be it! Anyway, the Great Khan has already sent Zilharang Belle Lord over, don't worry, let everyone breathe a sigh of relief, give the livestock a few days to raise fat, and see what Belle Lord says when the time comes, maybe Belle Lord has already come with food! ”

Zai Sang's words are a step, but Hu Erhan, who feels that he has lost face, is still talking ruthlessly.

"Don't think that today's events are over! This governor will definitely tell the emperor truthfully, you wait! ”

As he spoke, he walked out of the big tent with the mud bodhisattva Ezhe of the Great Qing Kingdom.

"Don't be angry, Lord Dutang, you're leaving!"

While saying goodbye, Sunit Zaisan was still greeting, but the expression on his face changed from ridicule to ridicule in just an instant, and Wen Buchu Huer on the side simply did not look back.

…………

Half an hour later, the number of people in the upper left corner of this allied camp was a little smaller, but almost all of them were there, except for the important taiji of the Chahar headquarters, and the big guys gathered together again.

This time, they're a dwarf!

The Mongolian cavalry is a force that is enough to affect the situation of the battle, how can Mao Jue not pay attention to it. Don't look at the Qing Dynasty's rule of Mongolia, but the infiltration of the Dongjiang River should not be underestimated, after all, the grassland does not produce iron, iron pots, iron bowls, iron scoops, all have to be purchased by the Dongjiang River, and even Mao Jue will export a small amount of iron arrowheads, weapons and iron armor or something, these are even Houjin are commodities that inhibit exports, who wants to buy? Naturally, it depends on who has a good relationship with Dongjiang.

Some Mongolian merchants took advantage of this opportunity to sit big, and all the ministers and Taiji could speak in front of them, and on the side of the Dongjiang River, many people still had mansions and granges, and even some people had been to the Wa Kingdom, and spent all their days drinking in the gentle countryside of Kyoto, and their hearts were biased towards the Dongjiang River.

Now it's them who are the ones who are going to tie the strings.

The fire in the middle also roasted the whole sheep, and the fire flickered and flickered, shaking the nomad's broad face red and black.

Looking at the short figure under the black cloak of the Dongjiang envoy who had just arrived, Wen Buchu Huer couldn't help but laugh sarcastically: "Is there no one in the Dongjiang anymore? Why did you send half a person over? ”

"Bold!"

This time, as the deputy envoy of the military attaché, it is Kong Youde's son Kong Zhuangwu, the tiger father has no dogs, and the father is the son of the son, and he is naturally not cowardly, and he suddenly stood up behind Song Xiance, and roared angrily.

Before he finished speaking, Song Xiance had already smiled and waved his hand, motioning for him to sit back, but I don't know if this product is not cultural enough, and he didn't blurt out like Yan Zi and Chu: Send a dog to the country, send me to your country! He was very vulgar and directly took out a big abacus.

"Tumut yes! This year, the export of 50,000 arrows will be halved, the 1,000 iron pots will be halved, and the first 100 collars will be halved, what else will come......"

"This lord, you are immortal, brave and mighty, at first glance you are the essence of people, doesn't Dongjiang have a saying, condensed is the essence? Your Excellency, you are so powerful! ”

I really didn't think that this sweaty head would be Wenbu Chuhuer, the overlord of Tumut. It's just that he scratched his head and confessed his appearance, but no one dared to laugh at it, only the powerful tribes could be favored by the Dongjiang River, the trade to the arms and materials, the grassland iron-producing area in the Altai Mountains, the lack of fuel in southern Mongolia is really a serious shortage of iron, and not only iron, the arrow shaft for making arrows also needs to be special, sometimes more expensive than arrows, for 10,000 arrows, money can't buy it, many small tribes Taiji take out their wives and daughters in exchange for willingness, let alone lose face at this time.

Zai Sang couldn't help but glance at Wen Bu Chuhu with disdain, this hasn't started negotiations yet, let Dongjiang take it first! How can we continue to talk? Although there is still a hint of jealousy in this disdain, his Sunit department does not have as much as the former Shunyi king's Tumut share!

"Lord Song, right! This time, we waited for the Mongolian tribes to come to the aid on the orders of the Great Khan, but Mao Dashuai of the Dongjiang River asked us to wait and see, I don't know what price Mao Dashuai can offer? What are the benefits? ”

As soon as these words were mentioned, all of a sudden, the Mongolian Taiji in the whole room was interested in talking about it, after all, the Dongjiang River is rich and oily, but it is famous in the north and south of the desert, and the Qing master and Mao Dashuai fought, hovering between the two, how can they get some benefits? Listening to the reports of the Mongolian businessmen under his hands, these Taiji were all full of excitement.

However, to their surprise and astonishment, Song Xiance shook his head slightly.

"My family supervisor didn't promise anything, and Dongjiang won't give you a penny!"

"You Dongjiang are playing Lao Tzu!"

Suddenly his face changed, Tumut Taiji roared angrily as if he was about to bite someone, and even reached out to touch the knife on his waist, however, Song Xiance was not Hu Erhan, facing a barbarian like a fierce and underworld leader, he shook the abacus in hand with a smile.

"Your Excellency, you've got it figured! It's easy to pull out this knife, but it's hard to take it back, it's not a matter of halving, in the future, we won't have a pot in Dongjiang, a piece of cloth into Tumut, and no longer collect a piece of skin and a sheep from Tumut, if you have the ability, you can grab it yourself! The heads of aristocratic warriors are worth thirty taels in the Dongjiang River! We are very welcome!"

The horizontal one is afraid of being stunned, and the second one is afraid of dying! This Song Xiance is very single, he Tumut Taiji can't be single, looking at Song Xiance's lethal abacus, an old face twitched for a long time, and this Wenbu Chuhuer didn't dare to really pull out the knife.

"Lord Song, you're stingy! After all, Mao Dongjiang wants us to betray the order of the Great Khan! This is a very risky situation, and Dongjiang is so stubborn! Ben Taiji can't explain to the tribesmen! ”

It is worthy of being the fox of Monan, the expert who sees the wind and makes the rudder, the first Chahar tribe to take refuge in the Qing State, Taiji Sunit Zaisang's words suddenly softened again, and he wanted to be good again.

It's a pity that he met Song Xiance, a Dongjiang praise painting and grinding official who doesn't eat soft and hard! The huge head wrapped in the black cloak shook his head heavily, and Song Xiance raised two fingers.

"First of all, this is our Dongjiang and Jianzhou Jurchen business, and it has nothing to do with you Mongols! Could it be that the descendants of Genghis Khan really want to be dogs to the end for the descendants of Jin Aizong? ”

The Jurchens and the Mongols are not the same ethnic group, in the Temujin era, the greatest achievement of the Mongols is that Yehuling cut down 450,000 horses of the Jin army! If you really want to theorize, it is not an exaggeration to say that the two clans are feuding, and this ridicule made the faces of all the tribes present change suddenly.

"This second! My family supervisor is not asking you, but just a suggestion, you don't accept it, then just let the horse come, Huang Taiji and my family have not taken it seriously, you go together, and I Dongjiang is also carrying it! ”

"Just remember one thing, my family is very vindictive! Whoever dares to appear in front of the Dongjiang Army, we will not die in the future, if your master wins this war, it will be enough! If it's my family overseer wins! Humph......"

Song Xiance didn't say what the consequences were, he just cut the knife into the hand handle meat on him, and the sharp knife creaked on the bone, as if it had cut into the hearts of those Taiji.

After only one night in the Mongolian tribe, Song Xiance, who had been brought to him, turned around and left in a chic manner, but on the day he left, many tribes set up tents on the grassland in the upper reaches of the Liao River, unloaded the yurts from the Lele cart, and fell up with great difficulty, as if one big mushroom after another had grown in the flat ground.

This is what it looks like to live here for a long time.

Riding on a tall horse, with his feet on the side of the saddle, looking back at this busy scene, the corners of Song Xiance's mouth were full of sneers.

"The general is right, a weak country has no diplomacy! That's why you have to get sideways!"

(End of chapter)