The scorching hot air outside kept pouring in, but Zhong Lin felt like he was in the ice hole, and he was chilled. He trembled at the command just now, and took a few steps forward, his eyes full of doubts and puzzles.

The telegram received just now was forwarded by Li Hongzhang, and Wang Demuchuk of Checheng County led 5,000 cavalry and 10,000 people to retreat to the area of the Krulun River and Qiaobal Mountain, and asked Liu Jun to send troops to receive this group of personnel.

This is to let Lushun send troops, Zhong Lin seems that this is a matter that cannot be done, although the court gives money to grain and grass, but it is not Liu Jun's decision whether Lushun will send troops here, in his opinion, this time Liu Jun is just greedy for the court's grain and grass and salary, and has no intention of sending troops, but now. "In the telegram, the Eighth Army of the Fourth Corps and the Tenth Army of the Fifth Corps immediately ended reclamation and assembled on the border between Heilongjiang and Outer Mongolia." ”

Before Zhong Lin could speak, Liu Jun's order had already been issued again in front of the map.

"Head, I'm sure I heard me right, right?" Zhong Lin opened his mouth wide and looked at Liu Jun with a stunned expression. "No, hurry up and send a telegram, Lao Tzu knows that you have doubts, and if you have doubts, you will say it later, go and pass the order to Lao Tzu first." Liu Jun waved his hand, like chasing flies.

Zhong Lin nodded, turned around and walked out of the room.

Looking at the back of Zhong Lin hurriedly walking out, Liu Jun sighed and turned his gaze to the map again.

In fact, this time, even if the imperial court did not give him grain, grass and salary, Liu Jun would send troops.

As early as when he got the three major departments of Outer Mongolia secretly sending troops to Kulun for the movement, Liu Jun had plans to send troops, but at that time, Outer Mongolia did not blatantly want to engage in separatism, and he could not lose his manners and rashly send troops.

However, not long ago, Liu Jun received news that Kulen had fallen, and the minister stationed in Kulen had died in the chaos, and now the remaining two divisions were marching towards the garrison of General Uriya Sutai, while the Tushetu Khan had now advanced eastward and were advancing towards the Chechen Khan.

After getting the news, Liu Jun had already decided to let the Fourth and Fifth Corps send troops into Outer Mongolia, one is to quell the chaos, and the other is to train the troops, after all, the Fourth and Fifth Corps are new recruits, and they have hardly seen blood.

A unit is trained in awesomeness, and that is also a superficial phenomenon, and the real elite is fought on the battlefield.

In Liu Jun's view, Outer Mongolia, independent in later generations, is a huge loss for China, and in any case, it is also more than one million land. Although it does not have the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, it has the scenery and prairies of the northern country. I can't afford to grow rice for grain, but it's a good place for grazing. As I said, Outer Mongolia and Inner Mongolia have always been part of China, and if you say independence, you will be independent, so there is such a good thing. He decided that no matter whether the imperial court agreed to send troops directly this time, he would enter Outer Mongolia from Klulun in Heilongjiang. Wipe out all these things that want to be divisive. There is no forgiveness for killing, and it is directly killed until no one dares to say the word independence.

Who would have thought that on the third day when he decided to send troops, the imperial court sent a holy decree, not only asking him to send troops, but also giving money to money, for such a thing, Liu Jun is of course the most happy to see.

"It's strange why the Chechen Khan Department was split into two parts," Liu Jun muttered to himself as he picked up the telegram in his hand again, and looked up at the map again.

From the telegram, it is clear that now the Chechen Khan is divided into two parts. With the 5,000 cavalry and 10,000 people brought out by the Chechen king, this is too little, after all, the Chechen Khan is a big tribe, and the population is at least 50,000 people, the only explanation is only one, what happened to the Chechen department, which split this tribe.

The Kullun River originates from Outer Mongolia, then crosses the Heilongjiang River, passes through many convergences, and then flows into the Heilongjiang area. This is a seasonal river, with a lot of rain in summer, the river resources are abundant, and the soil is quite lush near the water source. Combined with grazing.

Generally speaking, experienced herders will drive their flocks here to graze at this time, and when the grass is gone, they will lift the yurt and then move it to another place.

This season is the best time for grazing, and the cattle and sheep raised are not only fat, but also very good in meat quality.

The breeze blows, and the lush green grass suddenly turns into a sea of green, undulating. However, even so, there is no scene of cattle and sheep on the prairie, and there is only endless silence.

Chopper is more than 100 miles west of him. Slowly, Chu Xiang's group of migratory teams, looking at their dress, dragging their families and mouths, driving the sheep, is constantly running to the east, this pair of people, stretching for several kilometers, riding on horses, with scimitars in their hands, is not galloping back and forth on both sides of the crowd, from time to time, will run out of the children back into the team.

In the crowd, there is a group of people who are very special, these people, regardless of the aristocratic clothes on their bodies, are the cavalrymen who follow them, everyone knows that this is a nobleman.

Indeed, this is a nobleman, and it is the Chechen prince Demukel.

"Lord Wang, we have been walking for five days, and we will be able to enter Heilongjiang in one day at most." A general in his forties, dark and stout, wearing a steel helmet, was suspicious when he saw the county king on the horse, and his face was full of anxiety. stepped forward and comforted.

Demukel took a deep breath and looked back at the people and soldiers who were walking slowly, and then looked at the people on the horse next to him.

"Muhad, our Chechen department, it's over." The sad expression was even mixed with some tears.

Muhad looked at this county king who never shed tears, and his heart was also sad and indignant. He hates.

Eventually, the Great Khan had to raise his army along with the other tribes. Fight against the imperial court, against the terrible Liaodong army. After getting the news at that time, knowing that he was not the opponent of the Liaodong Army, he could only drink alone in his tent to relieve his boredom, he knew that the Chechen Khan was the first person to face the Liaodong Army, and at the same time, he also knew that some of the combat styles of the Liaodong Army, that is, the people the prime minister met, no matter who it was, would definitely kill them. It is good to kill chickens and make an example to the monkeys and deter the enemy.

Although the Chechen Khan will not be exterminated, it is very possible that those killed by the Liaodong Army will reach the brink of extinction.

He knew that the Great Khan was dying, but he had no choice but to sit alone in the tent and drink. Thinking about how to get the Chechen Khan to leave the seeds, he finally remembered the words of the original king.

If the Great Khan insisted on going his own way, then he would lead his men to Shengjing.

He didn't want to bury Outer Mongolia and the Living Buddha, so he personally found the king of the county that night and told the king of the county what the Great Khan meant, but he didn't expect the king of the county to say nothing, so he urgently gathered the soldiers that night, and left overnight, and he also went back, took his own people and family, and went east with the king of the county.

In order to be able to get the reception of the imperial court. As early as the night of departure, he had already sent scouts, quickly whipped up, and asked for protection at the local Qing army station, and asked for someone to pick him up, after all, now, the Chechen Khan will not attack him, but the Tushetu Khan, which has arrived at the Chechen Khan, will inevitably regard this team as a traitor, and then eliminate it.

Just yesterday, he also fought a battle with the cavalry front team of the Tushetu Khan tribe, and because it was dark, he got rid of the other party's pursuit.

But Muhad knew that sooner or later, the cavalry pursuing this team would catch up with him again, and he had already asked that there were more than 3,000 people in the Tushetu Khan army that was pursuing him. Although he is not afraid, he is now to protect the people. It's a bit overwhelming.

I hope that the army of the imperial court can be dispatched as soon as possible to meet us, otherwise, we will really be finished. Looking at the sun hanging in the sky, Muhad thought worriedly.

"Hey, the eldest brother thinks that there is a ......" Before Demukel finished speaking, he saw that his mouth suddenly opened wide, and his face began to turn pale without speaking, and his whole body was trembling, not only him, but also the cavalry around him who was protecting him, and even the people who were advancing, all looked left and right in horror, and their eyes were full of fear.

Thunder rolled, and the ground trembled slightly. Everything seemed to be a sign of an earthquake.

However, the Outer Mongolians, who have been walking the world on horseback, know that this is not an earthquake, this is a cavalry running, and it is nearly 10,000 cavalry that can run out of such a formation. Let the earth tremble.