Bagan knew that Zhao was on fire, so he hurriedly laughed dryly, and then turned his horse's head and returned to the troops. He was like a mirror in his heart, and the brigade commander was more depressed than him, but he couldn't complain like him.

Thinking of this, he sighed, it seems that he will not be able to make meritorious contributions this time. Bagen knew that if he wanted to make a name for himself in the Far East, he could only kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, just like the last time he was the first to discover the enemy's traces and notify the large army as soon as possible, he won a third-class meritorious service.

The medals of the Military Commission of the Far Eastern Company at all levels are very precious, and not many are issued every year. So Bagan's third-class merit is amazing, and he will follow him for a lifetime, even if he retires in the future, with this third-class merit medal, he will be assigned to a good department.

After several days of marching, the Central Army finally came to the south bank of the Xiliao River, where a large number of steam-deck barges had arrived, and the engineering units that had arrived with the fleet had already set up several huge barracks on the shore.

Four pontoon bridges across the banks of the West Liao River were also erected, and a defensive position was established on the north bank of the West Liao River, where the 2nd Brigade of the Field Division was already deployed. The headquarters of the Northern Army was built on the north bank, and the staff headquarters also established several sand tables under the leadership of Lin Hua.

Li Ming, Li Yukun, and everyone from the headquarters of the Northbound Group Army were gathered in front of the sand table. Li Ming looked at the sand table, turned his head to Lin Hua next to him and said, "The speed of the Eastern and Western Legions is not slow, when do you estimate when they will be able to attack?" ”

Lin Hua thought for a moment and said: "The eastern and western legions are waiting for the commander to give the order to continue the attack, but the news of Song Tao and their special operations teams has not yet come back, if the attack now will not be able to achieve the effect we planned before." ”

Li Ming nodded and said: "Inform the eastern and western legions to stand by in place, send people to the major tribes of the northern steppe to spread the word, and the tribes of Horqin will go south to plunder the Far East, and let them give an explanation within three days." Otherwise, the Far East will cross the Western Liao River and attack the Mongol tribes heading south, and if there is a conflict with the Horqin tribe, the Horqin tribe will be responsible for the consequences. ”

Speaking of this, Li Ming thought for a while and said, "Let's wait for three more days, if Song Tao hasn't heard any news yet." We're going to attack. ”

At this time, the northern Mongolian tribes received a report from their subordinates that some small and medium-sized tribes had gone south to plunder the Far East, and they were all frightened to death when they got the news. These guys are really poor and crazy, and even the Far East dares to rob them.

After you snatched a pat on the ass and ran away, how can you give up if the Far East is robbed, and the army will inevitably go north to rejuvenate the division and ask for guilt. When the time comes, it will not be us the great tribes who will have to face the wrath of the Far East.

What kind of people are those in the Far East, who swept through Liaodong in a few months and almost slaughtered the Houjin Jurchens. If they go north into the realms of the tribes. Then they fight or not. If we don't fight, what if the Far East doesn't leave, but if we do, we can beat others.

Therefore, all the Mongolian tribes in the steppe sent iron cavalry to attack separately to encircle and suppress those tribes that went south, and they had to give an explanation to the Far East no matter what. But they also kept a hand, and the various ministries gathered troops in the steppe to prevent the Far East from advancing straight ahead. Kill them one by surprise.

At this time, Oba, the minister of the Korqin Ministry, died of illness three years ago. His eldest son, Badali, temporarily took charge of the Korqin Division. It's just that he can't fully control the entire Korqin Department now. His two uncles, Budaqi and Lama Shishi, also possessed a lot of power. At present, there are these three forces in the Horqin tribe, and the balance within the tribe has been temporarily achieved.

At this time, Badali of the Korqin tribe, together with Budaqi and Lama Shishi, gathered elite iron horsemen to deal with the threat from the Far East. They had already received news of the far southeast, and Badali was also anxious at this time. for fear that the Far East would kill him regardless of it.

While they were anxious, the Far East sent a letter, and after Badali found someone to read it, Badali, Budaqi, and Lama Shishi all breathed a long sigh of relief. It seems that the Far East has no intention of going north this time, probably the same as last year. Just to hunt down the tribes that plundered them.

The white-haired lama Shixi thought for a moment and said, "It seems that the Far East has no intention of going north this year!" But there is such a tiger lying beside us, and sooner or later it will show its fangs. For today's plan, we can only move west, and we will cross the Great Khing'an Mountains. ”

Budaqi, who was in the prime of life, sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The Far East is really a bad neighbor, let's move west!" Don't wait for someone to shoot an arrow in front of you and then think about leaving, then it's too late. ”

Listening to their words, Badali frowned and said, "In the past few years, we have traded with the Far East, and the tribe is much richer than before. If we move westward, we will abandon the Horqin grassland, which is rich in water and grass, and take our people across the Great Khing'an Mountains. Second uncle, can't we belong to the Far East? Is it like that when the Jurchens were there? ”

Budazi and Lama Shishi glanced at each other, and both shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Budaqi said in a deep voice: "The Jurchen and the Ming Dynasty have been fighting fiercely for many years, and they have to encircle us before they can get along with us amicably. How can they compare with the Far East, the Far East is a fierce tiger, if we continue to covet the Horqin grassland, sooner or later we will be swallowed by it, and there will be no bones left. ”

Lama Shixi's face was grim, and he said coldly: "When our strength is not enough, we have to endure it against our will!" It's not just steel knives that can kill people, it's time and patience. As long as our tribe is still there, sooner or later our descendants will return to the Horqin grassland! ”

Badali pondered for a long time with a calm face, then nodded and said, "Okay! When the pasture on the grassland is abundant, let the cattle, sheep and war horses raise their fat, and then we will move west**. ”

When Budazi and Lama Shishi heard Badali's words, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Budaqi glanced at Lama Shishi, and then said to Badali: "You immediately send people to contact the Far East, be sure to stop them, and don't let them cross the Liao River." Looking at the posture of the Far East, they have no intention of going north this year, or they will not greet us. It is estimated that let us give them an explanation, no matter what the cost, we must stabilize the Far East. The two of us went back to lead our troops to pursue the tribes that had gone south to plunder, and gave an explanation to the Far East. ”

After they studied it again, Budazi and Lama Shishi left the big tent of Badali, and each prepared to return to his own big tent with his guards, and then sent troops to exterminate the small and medium-sized tribes.

At this time, Song Tao and a special combat team, wearing auspicious clothes of almost the same color as the pasture, were lying in a haystack seven or eight hundred meters away from the Badali tent, quietly waiting for an opportunity. Their ambush was so hidden that even if a Mongol passed by, they would not be able to detect them. (To be continued......)

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