Although the sky had gradually brightened, the light of the fire that rushed to the sky still illuminated the entire western sky, so that people from ten or twenty miles away could see it clearly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And on the grassland twenty miles away, there are indeed people who are keeping a close eye on everything here. When he saw the blazing fire rise, a middle-aged man in a leather robe flashed a look of surprise and joy in his eyes: "Gai Qibu has really done something?" ”

"We agreed that as long as he can succeed and control the Chahar subordinates, he will raise the fire as a trumpet, and we will go over to join him." Another Mongolian man said, "At the moment, it seems that we should leave." ”

"But, could it be that he missed, but he still wants to drag the two of us into it?" The former asked, slightly skeptically. It's no wonder that he doesn't have much confidence in the people of the Gai Qi tribe, it is really that the Chahar people are too powerful in this area, and only the thousands of people in the Gai Qi tribe can really control tens of thousands of Chahar people?

"Mutu shouldn't lie to us, it's not good for him. If he misses, we will still have some backing in his clan. But if we were to be put in both of our clans, his beggar department would be completely finished. ”

"Well, that makes sense. Then do as agreed, blow the horn and pull out the camp! ”

As the leather-robed man turned his head to deliver the order to the people behind him, a low horn sounded, spreading throughout all the camps in the area. Soon, one by one, the sturdy Mongolian men galloped out of the tent, and they all looked excited, and without saying a word, they had already turned over and galloped on the spot. Just wait for the respective leaders to give the final order.

In just one meal, the Mongolian camp, which was still very quiet, was all crowded with cavalry. This amount of time is only enough for the Ming army to convey military orders, and the soldiers may not be able to completely come out of the tent. And this is the key to why the Tatars can always suppress the Ming army on the battlefield, they are so strong, not only because of their fast horse scimitar, but also because their military discipline is stricter than that of the Ming army.

"The Chahars are almost finished, so let's go to their camp and grab all the women and belongings that belong to them!" There is no preaching of righteousness, just the benefits and purposes of nakedness. But this sentence of the leather-robed man had already made the blood of the warriors below boil again, and they shouted loudly, raising the snowy bend in their hands, and their eyes were full of eagerness.

"Let's go!" Without too much fanfare, with a loud shout, nearly 3,000 elite soldiers of the Mongolian tribe rushed straight towards the Chahar Department in the east.

At this moment, the killing has stopped in the Chahar station, but the air is filled with a disgusting thick and bloody smell. Yang Zhen, who was in it, knew that the smell might not be able to dissipate in the past few months.

In one night, nearly 10,000 people were killed, a powerful tribe was killed in the blink of an eye, and the jungle of the grassland turned too fast. However, this was a good thing for him, so that the Tatar tribes could attack each other and form mortal enemies, and the borders of the Ming Dynasty would naturally be much more stable.

At this time, Mu Tu had already walked towards Yang Zhen with the leader of the renegade slave of the Chahar Tribe. Before and after coming to Yang Zhen, Mu Tu had already smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Tuta, let me introduce to you, this friend of Ming Guo Yang is the biggest hero who helped us do such a big thing." If he hadn't given me this idea, we would still be in a precarious life. ”

From Mu Tu's expression and words, Yang Zhen could hear how excited he was about this operation. Indeed, being able to swallow up the mighty Chahar tribe with such a small tribe is enough to give him the capital to dominate the steppe, and his prestige will definitely spread elsewhere, so that more warriors will join him to serve. Although this time he didn't check the methods of the Har Ministry, people will only remember the success of the successful, but will not care what method he used to achieve success.

Tuta obviously knew Yang Zhen's identity and the role he played in this operation, and at this moment he looked very respectful in front of him, touched his chest with one hand, bent down and saluted: "Friend Yang is really resourceful, we brothers can get out of the sea of suffering, thank you very much." ”

When Yang Zhen heard the name Tuta, his eyes shrank slightly, and his heart moved. But then, he laughed and rejected the ridiculous idea that he had generated, there would be no such coincidence in this world, this was just a person with the same name.

So for a moment, he also threw a smile at Tuta: "Your Excellency's timely help is also the key to success this time, and you don't dare to live alone in the future." As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Tu again: "And to be honest, it is also the warriors of the Gai Beggars who dare to take the initiative to attack, and only by taking risks can this dangerous move have the current situation, and it is just the beginning of the game." ”

"Haha, Friend Yang, you don't have to be too modest. Without your advice, we wouldn't even know what to do. So this time you take the Chahar Ministry, you have the most credit, say, what do you want? As long as we have it, the most beautiful woman in the Chahar Department, we can also give it to you! Seeing his attitude, Mu Tu was even more happy and said busily.

"I made it very clear before I made the offer, I don't want to get anything that belongs to the Chahar Ministry, I only need one person." Yang Zhen smiled and said, "As long as you can catch your brain in the next life and let me take him back to Daming, it will be the best reward for me." ”

Although Yang Zhen had said before that he only needed such a little return, at that time, because things might not be possible, Mu Tu didn't think that this was Yang Zhen's heart. But now, when he has already taken the Chahar Ministry, he still emphasizes that he does not want anything in return, which is enough to show that he really has no intention of enriching this place. This realization made Mu Tu couldn't help but look at Yang Zhenlai confidently again, and at the same time looked up to him a few points higher.

After being stunned for a moment, Mu Tu let out a hearty laugh again: "Okay, since you have decided, I will not force you." But as long as you have any needs, say it, and we will definitely meet you. ”

"Thank you Patriarch Mutu for your kindness. However, there is one sentence that cannot but be reminded, although we have now controlled the Chahar people here, but there are still their most elite thousands of troops outside, if they can't be annihilated together, it will be a great hidden danger for you and me, or for the Gai beggar department. ”

"You can rest assured that we will not be satisfied with this success, and we are also worried that the Brain Hair Congress will seek revenge on us, so this time I will lead my troops to wait for him and annihilate him and his army! To that end, I have contacted the people of the other two tribes, and I think that their men will arrive soon. "Mutu is colorful.

Yang Zhen heard him say this, and then he smiled again: "Since everything is in the calculation of the Mutu Patriarch, then I will only wait for you to bring someone and give it to me." ”

After saying this, Mu Tu took Tuta elsewhere, and it was evident that he still valued this new slave man, and felt that he was a trustworthy and capable man. As for the relationship between him and Yang Zhen, although they have a common goal and both sides take what they need, it is obviously not as good as when they were in the beggar department.

Sure enough, just as Mutu said, after an hour, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and then two thousands of elite cavalry came to them. The men were shocked when they saw the corpses of the Chahars, but then they laughed triumphantly and spoke affectionately with Mutu, who had rushed over.

Yang Zhen looked at everything coldly, and a sneer slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Since coming to the northwest and seeing Shanxi's passivity in order to resist the Mongol invasion, he has been thinking about a question, how to deal with the Mongols?

Although as far as he knew, in the few remaining Ming Dynasty history, Mongolia no longer posed any threat to the Ming Dynasty. But it's always nice to have a means to deal with them. And today, after watching the Chahar tribe be wiped out by the weak Gaiqi tribe, he knew that he had found the trick.

From ancient times to the present, the battle between the nomads of the grassland and the Central Plains Dynasty has always been based on them, and only a few times, under the leadership of the Ming monarch, the Central Plains Dynasty can suppress them. But the price paid by the Central Plains Dynasty in doing so was also enormous, whether it was the casualties of the army or the logistical pressure, it was enough to turn an extremely prosperous dynasty into decline.

This is also an objective and unchangeable fact, who told the Central Plains Dynasty to send troops need reliable logistics support. For the people of the Central Plains, fighting a war is about human life and money.

But today, Yang Zhen has a new idea. Why do we have to fight them with a regular army? Why can't we follow their example and harass their rear with small troops of cavalry and raid their nests?

Just like this against the Chahars, when their leaders went out with their most elite men, their rear was also weak and empty. As long as we can seize this opportunity to raid their back roads with a small number of elites, and wipe out all the means of production and people with killing, then why can this tribe continue to survive in the grasslands?

When all the people who were able to provide the most basic supplies for their attack are dead, will there be any way for those who are fighting at the front to fight?

The more he thought about it, the more Yang Zhen felt reasonable. He knew that this time he had pinched the seven inches of the Tatars and mastered their most fatal weakness!