The city of Hainan, under the escort of the 500 cavalry of the second battalion, has returned to its original tranquility, and is even more peaceful than before, at least the Tibetans and Mongols in the city are no longer easily fighting.

The cavalry of the second battalion, all Han Chinese, did not speak Tibetan and Mongolian, and if they encountered a fight, they were usually punished with 50 boards: one sheep for each quarrel, and five sheep or one ox for each of those who participated in the fight.

Such a simple and crude method is very effective against Tibetans and Mongols, if you feel sorry for your cattle and sheep, then obediently go to the outside of the city to graze and farm, if you want to get rich, you can only rely on your own hands, other people's property, sacred and inviolable!

The calm in the city made the Mongols under the leadership of Wang Lu secretly happy, although they had to abide by the various rules formulated by the Han people, but they could finally raise their heads and be people, the Tibetans who were arrogant in the past, in front of the cavalry of the Heavenly Mandate Army, had to bow their noble heads, no, they were simply snow wolves, clamping their tails and being people.

After hundreds of years of change, the Mongols finally gained similar power in the city as the Tibetans.

The estrangement still exists, although the Tibetans and the Mongols, although they are both Han Chinese, they will not intermarry, let alone live together with each other, the Mongols in the northeast corner, and the Tibetans in the southwest corner, there is a great momentum of old age and death.

Li Zicheng is not worried, now is the beginning, the antagonistic emotions between the two sides are conducive to Jiang Yuan's rule in the local area, and when the Mandate of Heaven Governor's Mansion frees up its hands and moves in a sufficient number of Han people, all marginal ethnic groups will be drowned in the torrent of Han people.

Li Guo and Wang Peng took their respective cavalry, under the leadership of local guides, followed Li Zicheng southward, after crossing the entire basin, there was the remnant veins of the Ola Mountains, compared with the main peak in the northwest direction, these remnant veins were not only loose, but also reduced in height, almost hilly.

In this remnant vein, there is a river called Daheba River, which originates from the main vein of the Oro Mountains and flows into the Yellow River along the east-west remnant vein.

To Li Zicheng's delight, there is a large mountain pasture in the lower reaches of the Daheba River, near the entrance of the Yellow River, where there are many people, divided into several villages, all of whom live along the river.

According to the guide, the largest village, called Xinghai, has a population of 1,000 people, mainly Tibetans, Hui and a small number of Mongols.

Li Zicheng took out the improvised march map, and couldn't help but think about it, Xinghai is a place where there are mountains and rivers, the terrain is flat, and it is backed by the Yellow River, which is indeed suitable for living.

For Hainan Province, it is possible to establish a southern defense line to protect Hainan Province with the help of those remaining veins of the Ola Mountains, and when Hainan Province is safe, Xining will also be safe.

Here is not more than 100 miles away from Hainan Province, in addition to the mountains, the connection is also smooth, if you can establish a county, it is a good choice.

Li Zicheng asked the guide: "From here to the south, what is the place?" ”

"Back to the Metropolitan Governor, from here along the Yellow River to the south, less than twenty miles, is the Qushi'an River, the south bank of the Qushi'an River, is the Anima Qing Mountain, it is said that the Qushi'an River is the origin of the Anima Qing Mountain's Shenfeng Maqing Gangri!"

"Anima Qingshan?" Li Zicheng felt some impressions, but he couldn't remember them for a while.

"That's us Tibetans...... It is a sacred mountain for the Tibetans, and it is very high, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, making it impassable at all...... You need to follow the mountain path of the low vein to barely pass, and it is said that the Han people call it Dajishi Mountain......"

"Oh?" Li Zicheng then remembered that he had gone deep into the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and this was Dajishi Mountain? The steep mountain and high altitude make it difficult for pedestrians, let alone the army.

He had already decided to establish a county here, and the county would extend to the south, across the Qushi'an River, to the foothills of the Dajishi Mountain.

The second battalion, two wolf cavalry units, more than 1,000 cavalry, plus Li Zicheng's personal soldiers, on the west bank of the Daheba River, was already full of people and horses, and the people of Xinghai Village had already been alarmed, and they poked their heads out of the mountains and behind the trees one by one.

Li Zicheng jumped off the war horse, untied the bridles, and let the yellow-maned horse go to graze on its own, but asked the guide to take a few Mongolian soldiers to negotiate with the people.

Wang Peng and Li Guo disdainfully, according to their temperament, there are only 1,000 people in Xinghai Village, and there are at most 300 strong men, in front of more than 1,000 cavalry, that is, flying flowers and falling leaves, and there is no need to talk to them at all.

Li Zicheng said with a smile: "If we kill everywhere, then what is the difference between us and the thieves in Shaanxi?" Double happiness, do you remember the killings we encountered on the way to Ganzhou that day? ”

Li Guo immediately shut up, but Wang Peng was thoughtful, if according to Li Guo and his thoughts, wouldn't the wolf cavalry also be slaughtered by the Heavenly Mandate Army? After all, it was the Mongols......

After a while, the guide came back with two elders, and he told Li Zicheng that the local people were not willing to accept the Mandate of Heaven Army, and they had lived here originally, and they had not recruited anyone or provoked anyone......

Li Zicheng told the guide with a calm face: "They only have two choices, either they will return to the Heavenly Mandate Army, they can continue to live in this green mountains and green waters, or they will become the enemy of the Heavenly Mandate Army, and the battle is inevitable!" ”

The guide went up and inked with the old man for a long time, but there was still no result, Li Zicheng pondered for a moment, and said: "Okay, in order to reduce casualties, Pontus Governor will give them another chance, go head-to-head, one person from each side, or ten people, the dead and wounded will be safe for their destiny, if they win, we will withdraw immediately!" ”

The two old men went happily, and Li Zicheng smiled and said, "Xiaomi, I'll see you later!" ”

He Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, and then understood that it was his dream to get the opportunity to fight, and he hurriedly said: "Governor, do your subordinates need to shoot them?" ”

"If you kill one person and decide on a county, it can be regarded as God's grace!"

"Yes, Metropolitan Governor, my subordinates understand!" He Xiaomi got off his horse, collided the rifle with a bullet, and aimed forward, feeling that it was not bad, and finally had a place to use.

After a while, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps at the entrance of the village, and Li Zicheng was shocked, how could there be so many people? Are they going to gamble the lives of the whole village? Then there is no need for a duel......

He visually checked that at least a hundred strong men had come to the village, and the soldiers of the second battalion, the wolf cavalry, had already drawn their scimitars and faced the comers, concentrating on vigilance.

He Xiaomi regretted a little, just now the brothers should have been loaded with bullets, in terms of long-range strikes, rifles are more effective than cavalry scimitars.

He raised his gun and aimed at the old man at the front, but was stopped by Li Zicheng.

The old man on the opposite side, close to two hundred paces, stopped, beckoned here, Li Zicheng let the guide over, the guide was originally a Tibetan, and he was also the translator of the Heavenly Mandate Army.

Although the guide was a little scared, he was still accompanied by several cavalrymen, talked with the old man opposite for a while, and turned back to tell Li Zicheng: "They are going to fight alone, one from each side!" ”

Singled out? It's good to go head-to-head, there won't be a large number of casualties in heads-up! Li Zicheng asked He Xiaomi to prepare, and on the other hand, he told the old man opposite: Since it is a duel, casualties are inevitable!

The guide panicked to pass the word, and this time, he was no longer afraid, and the duel was none of his business anyway.

The two sides chose an open terrain outside the village, the terrain was very flat, and it was impossible to arrange an ambush.

A tall and strong man with a big waist and a round waist, holding a Tibetan knife in both hands, three feet long, the tip of the knife is upward, and the blade faintly flashes with cold light, it should be a sharp blade.

He wore a pair of high-top cowhide boots, a loose white cloth robe on his upper body, a colorful wide belt around his waist, and above the belt, covering his chest and breasts, but wearing a thick gold-rimmed hat.

His eyes were composed, his beard was broad, his chest was as dark as the skin on his face, and his dark chest hair stretched from his chest to below his belt......

He Millet on the opposite side is much thinner and thinner, the same awe-inspiring and immovable, the Tibetans are like an iron tower, and He Millet can only be a weak garlic sprout, which seems to fall as soon as the wind blows.

The guide whispered a few words to the old man opposite, and at the same time, they called out, and the decisive battle began.

The Tibetan man was the first to move his feet, and with each step he took, he had to stop for a moment to rest, and then take another step, his body was heavy, his steps were steady, and his feet seemed to have a thousand pounds.

He Xiaomi did not move at all, the muzzle of the Xining rifle kept pointing ahead, and his right eye was aimed at Zhun Xin, as if he had been petrified.

One step, two steps...... When the two were a hundred paces apart, there was a sudden "bang", the rifle went off, He Xiaomi didn't look at the result, and hurriedly withdrew the rifle and reloaded the bullet.

The Tibetans, who had been watching the battle intently, unconsciously let out a burst of exclamation.

The Tibetan man's bare chest first oozed a trace of blood, which became thicker and thicker, and finally formed a stream of bloody arrows, which spurted forward and shot two steps away......

He slowly lowered his head and wiped his left hand on his chest, and then saw his red fingers stretched out in front of his eyes, and his pupils widened and froze!

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out, and there was another bloody hole in the Tibetan man's chest, and the red blood ran down the hole, dyeing the chest hair purple and red!

His face was twisted, his brows were twisted into the word "Chuan", his body shook for a while, but he could barely hold on, slowly lowered his head, looked at the entrance of the hole, and then let out a wolf roar, and the sharp sound came far away......

As soon as the voice came out, his feet moved, holding the long knife in both hands, desperately rushing towards He Xiaomi, although his body was heavy, his feet were fast.

"Bang!"

This time, the bullet hole appeared in the head, and a stream of warmth flowed down the cheek from the corner of the eye, then through the corner of the mouth, and finally into the thick beard, but it was gone, like the Yellow River that had broken its flow......

His body froze, still maintaining a forward posture, as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope, and his whole body froze in place.

The Tibetan struggled to raise his head and looked at He Mi opposite, and two cold lights shot out of his eyes.

He tried to straighten his waist, but he couldn't move, and his legs and feet seemed to be fixed on the ground.

"......Boom" was another roar, but the roar was already very short, completely lacking the momentum just now, and before it was halfway through the roar, it was already silent.

A stream of blood arrows erupted from the cave in his chest again, his body shook, and then he leaned forward and slammed into the ground, smashing the flowing blood pillars into droplets......

He Xiaomi blew cold air into the hot muzzle, glanced at the other side, and slowly entered the queue of his own side.