The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

"It's already moving, these bunnies are so blessed."

A hint of yearning flashed in Li Xiang's eyes, touching the beard on his face, the scar on the right side of his face twitched, and he stared at a certain location on the march map on the wall, motionless.

"Want to go?"

"Hmm...... It's too late. ”

Li Xiang didn't think about it, but when he saw Qin Du's playful gaze, he said with a sad face.

"The three hundred people who came from Shaowu Road, train them well, have a good foundation, and cooperate well with Li Fugui.

After the soldiers are trained, they are afraid that there will be no battle! Otherwise, what's the use of you alone. ”

Qin Haoming packed the letter that had been dried, sealed the bag with fire paint, and handed it to Li Xiang.

"No!"

Li Xiang straightened up and turned to leave, and the whole person suddenly became energetic. Perhaps, it is not bad to lead troops.

Covering an area of dozens of hectares, the Qinfu Courtyard in Dezhou was originally the property of the Fan family, and now it has been set up by Dong Changqing as an independent scout camp for the garrison, and 300 cavalry are seconded from Xuanda to garrison here.

The riders who come and go every day undoubtedly show that it is quite busy, but no one knows what it is about, and this is the most mysterious place for Texans.

It stands to reason that the Texas Mansion is not an important border town, and there is no large amount of military information that needs to be transmitted around, so how can it be so busy?

What outsiders don't know is that this is the intelligence communication that connects Xuanda, Dengzhou, and Fuzhou, and it is the hub where Qin Haoming can command in other places, which can be described as quite crucial.

At the same time, it was also the secret training camp of the famous secret guards in the future. The trained secret guards were sent to various parts of the Ming Dynasty from here, and then the information was continuously passed back.

Dong Changqing spent more time here than he spent in the garrison mansion.

The sky was overcast, but there was not a hint of wind in the air, which made it feel very dull.

Dong Changqing took the packed bags from his wife Lianyue, said to take good care of his mother and himself, and walked towards the outside of the house. Today, another group of trained Dark Guard members are about to leave for the distance.

"Husband......

Lianyue leaned against the door without makeup, stroking her stomach with her hand, looking reluctant.

"Lady, what's wrong?"

Dong Changqing turned his head and asked suspiciously.

"No, come back early."

When the words came to her mouth, a thousand words turned into a warning, and her eyes were full of confusion.

"Hmm!"

Dong Changqing smiled and waved his hand to signal that the beauty did not have to worry, and his expression was slightly solemn when he turned around, because this was the first time that secret guards were sent to the Jiannu area.

And......

In the underground secret room of the Qinfu Courtyard, three men dressed as businessmen sat silently, and one of them was Fan Hailiang.

The Fan family of Jiexiu, who had infinite scenery in the past, was uprooted by Qin Governor by thunderbolt, and implicated some of the elite of the collateral children who served as the shopkeepers, and the Fan family was in a slump, which made him deeply sad.

At the same time, he was a little lucky, after all, his small family was saved in this turmoil. Perhaps, this is also a blessing in misfortune.

After the capture of Fanjiaweibao, his talent was appreciated by the Qin governor, and he changed his name to Gong Ziqing, and assisted Dong Shoubei in the management of the store in Dezhou Mansion.

Like any pharmacy, footwalk, warehouse, dock things, he is involved and does his best.

This time, he pretended to be a businessman and entered the Jiannu area to investigate the situation, and he automatically asked for help.

Wealth and danger are sought, and there is a saying that risks and interests coexist, and a new interest group headed by Qin Du is rising, and if you want to integrate into them, you must work hard to have a place to stand.

Heavy footsteps came, the door was opened, Dong Changqing's tall figure covered the candlelight, the light dimmed instantly, and his two guards held down the handle of the knife, guarding the door one left and one right.

"This is your new identity, the household registration official is real, well-documented, and you are familiar with the information on the road.

The specific arrangement is that you will go to Gyeonggi with Ben General, where there is a small caravan of fifty people under your management, Li Jiu is responsible for protecting Gong Ziqing's safety, and Liu Jinhu is free to move, understand? ”

"Understand, meritorious deeds will be rewarded, and faults will be punished!"

The deep voices of the three resounded in the chamber.

"Let's go!"

The gentle breeze swept through the grass tips, yellow ripples bloomed in the sea of grass and swept into the distance, the clouds in the west showed a bright red color, and the sound of eagles could be heard in the red glow.

Even though he has been in and out of the Monan grassland many times, Lin Hu is still intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the grassland in September.

"The beauty of the grassland really changes in January, the last time I came over, it was still green, but now it's the harvest season."

Facing the vast sea of grass, he said to Yin Yuang beside him.

"Although the scenery is good, it is not the grassland of the Ming Dynasty."

The wind was blowing on his face, Yin Yung unbuttoned his helmet, his messy head was raised, he rubbed his face, and couldn't help but sigh again.

Going all the way, I can't remember how many times he said such things, and the desire in his heart was like a raging fire, and in his lifetime, he must make the vast grassland become the pasture of the Ming Dynasty.

As an elite cavalry instructor in the Tianxiong Army, he naturally understands what a natural grassland means to cavalry.

Today, he's here to step on it.

"Here, the one who walks in front is Naren Chaoketu."

Lin Hu jumped off the horse, stomped his feet, and led the horse to meet him.

The wind on the prairie hardly stops for a moment, the dirty fluff caresses the fur collar, and at night the wind becomes colder.

Yin Yu raised his hands highly, one in front of the other, and then took a stride and dismounted. The fifty horsemen in the front row followed him, but the fifty horsemen in the back row remained motionless.

"Distinguished friend, welcome to the prairie, and Naren Chaoketu greets you."

In the distance, the old man wearing a fox skin shoulder in front laughed and walked towards Lin Hu with open hands.

He is naturally the patriarch of the Dulbert tribe, Naren Chaoketu, he has said this sentence dozens of times, and he is extremely familiar.

Next to him is a bald man, with a crooked nose and slanted eyes, his face is full of meat, looking at his rough body, it is estimated that he will play the role of a bodyguard.

The other was thin but wore a wide-sleeved robe with faded patches, and a turban wrapped around his head, looking like a poor scholar.

The rough and tattered leather jacket on his body, both feet still exposed, stained with mud and grass clippings, was obviously a scholar of the Han Chinese, this was his translation, and he was still a slave.

Naren Chaoketu's ordinary Chinese is okay, but if it is deep, it is not good.

The wind was strong, and the tent was rustling, and the fire inside reflected the faces of the people, and their thoughts were heavy.

Outside, a sheep was roasting on a tree branch, emitting a fishy smell. Three figures sat around the fire, and Yin Yuang took the grass on his shoulders and threw it into the fire.

"Yin Qianhu, did you say they would agree to let us borrow the Dao?"

His deputy, Cao Fang, asked in a low voice.

Yin Yuang glanced at him lazily, and said a little indifferently: "If it weren't for the need for a guide, and the fact that Governor Qin asked us to treat them separately, we would have killed all the way over."

What kind of good birds do you think they are, and their hands are not stained with the blood of the Han Chinese? Otherwise, where did these Han slaves come from? ”

"Don't worry, except for Horqin, the rest of the Mongolian steppe in Monan is scattered into dozens of small tribes, don't lose the big because of the small, let them unite.

Naren Chaoketu will agree, he has already ......"

A sneer appeared on Lin Hu's lips and he didn't continue.

Inside the tent, there was also a lively discussion.

"No, if the Qing Dynasty knows about this, can you spare our Dulbert Department? ...... then"

"But the Bahrain tribe has promised the Ming people, and more than a thousand of us can't stop them!"

"It seems that Da Ming has been a little different since his last victory."

"It's arrogant! However, what the Ming people said is also reasonable, let us watch from the wall, and the two will not help each other. ”

……

What an eventful time!

Naren Chaoketu closed his eyes and listened to the clansmen's discussions, but he gradually made up his mind in his heart, "This year, there is enough forage, and the tribe moves westward to find the source of horses.

Nothing was known to the Dulbert Department about what was going on here.

It doesn't matter what the Bahrain tribe does, but we don't have a guide here, draw a sketch for them, and it is not in vain the friendship between the two sides in the past six months.

It's okay, just to see what changes have happened to the Ming people.

Now, invite our friends in for a drink. ”

Naren made a final decision on the matter with Ketu.