"Why don't you give orders, I haven't spoken yet, you just start fighting!" Lao Tie shouted at Yu Feng dissatisfiedly, but he didn't dare to speak hard because of the powerful combat power of Yu Feng's subordinates.

"Horse bandits, can't you surrender if you don't fight?" Yu Feng's words made Lao Tie speechless.

Fan Tianyu didn't complain about Yu Feng and the others, what he valued was the result, since he could defeat the horse bandits without any loss, it was naturally much better than calling for a toll. He gently comforted Yu Feng and the others, and promised to give each person a reward of twenty taels of silver when he returned.

On the battlefield, the horse bandits left more than a dozen war horses, and according to the principle of who captures them, these belong to Yu Feng and others, and Lao Tie and others have no objections. Collecting the war horse and the curved bow saber left on the corpse of the horse bandit, Yu Feng and the others rode the war horse and followed the caravan on. I walked for another two days, and I didn't encounter anything unusual along the way.

In the morning of this day, I saw a pool of turquoise lake in front of me from a distance, the curved lake surface was like a crescent moon, and around the lake, the white yurt was like a white cloud in the sky.

Several war horses galloped over, and the Mongols on the horses let out loud cheers after seeing the appearance of the caravan clearly, one Mongol was singing and talking to Fan Tianyu, and the others flew back to report the news.

The caravan walked for a while, getting closer and closer to the Mongolian tribe, and in the distance, I saw that many people in the tribe rushed out of each yurt, cheering for this side.

"Brothers, the Khalkha tribe has arrived, everyone can have a good rest, eat roast sheep and drink milk wine, and then enjoy the enthusiasm of Mongolian girls!" Lao Tie shouted at the caravan, and the guards laughed knowingly, and everyone was very tired after running for half a month. Thinking of the warm yurt and the hot food, everyone was in high spirits and couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Yu Feng observed carefully, this Mongolian tribe has about a hundred yurts, about the scale of more than a thousand people, the Mongolians all have round faces, red from the scorching sun, and the difference between their appearance and the Ming people is not too big.

Yu Feng looked at the distance and saw a large number of tattered people in tatters, who were chopping wood and milking cows in the Mongolian camp and doing all kinds of work. It seems that the Mongols also have a class division, rich and poor.

The caravan was greeted by a crowd, and an old Mongolian man with a wrinkled face was holding Fan Tianyu's hand and saying something cordially. In front of a yurt, the wagon stopped, the horses were untied from the wheels, and a large number of Mongol slaves came and took all the horses and mules of the caravan away.

"Don't worry, they will take good care of it, and they won't treat your war horse badly, and no one will be greedy for your war horse!" Seeing that Yu Feng and the others didn't want the war horse to be taken away, Lao Tie explained with a smile.

All the people in the caravan were welcomed into the yurt by the enthusiastic Mongols, and Yu Feng and Liu Neng, as the leaders of the thirty soldiers of the Xishan Army, Fan Tianyu specially invited them to enter the yurt of the Mongolian leaders with him. As for the other soldiers, naturally, other Mongols took them to rest and eat.

The yurt was incomparably large, with enough space for thirty or forty people, six or seven people in the caravan, and more than a dozen Mongols sat behind a low table, and soon a group of Mongolian maidens came in with hot cheese. A clean, skinned lamb was brought in by a big man and hung on an iron shelf in the middle of the yurt, where the flames were churning and the grease dripping on the flames made a sizzling sound.

A Mongolian girl with a round face and a youthful atmosphere stood in front of Yu Feng's table and poured him milk wine from a sheepskin bag. In front of all the guests, there was a Mongolian girl waiting, and as the Mongolian leader picked up the wine bowl, Fan Tianyu also led the caravan to raise the wine bowl together.

The mare's milk wine was fragrant and smooth, with a milky smell, and a little spicy, Yu Feng tasted it and drank it all, and the Mongolian girl smiled and poured a full wine bowl for him. Worried about making a mistake, Yu Feng was reluctant to drink more, and instead attacked the roast mutton.

The Mongolian people are very enthusiastic, and the Mongolian girls are even more enthusiastic, and the guests who come from afar are unconsciously fascinated by this exotic land.

"Don't get drunk, something good will happen in a while!" Liu Neng squeezed his eyes at Yu Feng, but his gaze was aimed at the Mongolian girl with bulging breasts beside him.

Yu Feng shook his head and ignored him.

At the end of the welcome feast, the caravan was led to rest in tents, and the Mongols set up small tents for them. As for the goods, they are piled up in front of the tent, and when they wake up and rest, they will trade tomorrow. As for the goods, they did not need to be looked after at all, and no one in the tribe would steal the caravansera's goods.

Liu Neng's eyebrows fluttered and he said something, and a petite Mongolian girl pursed her lips and smiled behind him, and got into the tent together. Yu Feng was shocked to see that most of the people in the caravan had led the Mongolian girl into the tent. Could it be that the customs here are so open that the Mongols would treat them with their wives and daughters? Yu Feng was so surprised that he was speechless.

"Don't be surprised, the customs here are like this, the harsh conditions, the perennial wars, the number of men in the tribe is very small, only in this way can the population be more multiplied and the tribe will not be left behind. Chastity, there is no such word in the savannah! Fan Tianyu didn't know when he stood behind Yu Feng and said with emotion.

"Why don't you bring a Mongolian woman into the tent?" Yu Feng asked curiously.

"Hehe, Mongolian women smell bad, I prefer Ming women." Fan Tianyu smiled, "But it's really a pity for you, it was the daughter of the head man who toasted you just now, you should have pulled her into the tent." ”

Yu Feng shook his head, he didn't want to find a random woman, even if it was just a dewy marriage!

That night, from time to time, moaning and panting came from nearby, but Yu Feng was wrapped in the quilt and turned a deaf ear, but he was secretly thinking in his heart. Looking at the scale of this tribe, when there are three or four hundred men, with the strength of the Xishan army, it should be able to easily eat. As long as you can defeat this tribe, you can get thousands of war horses, tens of thousands of cattle, sheep and livestock, enough for the entire people of Bluestone Fort to survive this winter!

Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and then the thick curtain of the tent was lifted at once, and a figure entered the tent. Yu Feng woke up suddenly, and was about to get up to touch the knife when the sheepskin futon was lifted all of a sudden, and then a warm body slipped into his arms.

ps: The third update, I finally paid off the debt of one chapter, and I should still owe eleven chapters, so much for Mao?