"Lord Zhai, let's sit down and rest for a while...", a black-faced man handed Zhai Peng a wet towel, wiped his face indiscriminately, and then grabbed the teacup on the table and drank it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You guys go down first, Lord Zhai and I are here, we have something to say...", the black-faced man waved his hand at the officials who were also sweating profusely after him, and then turned his head to look at Zhai Peng.

But who is this black-faced man? It turned out that he was Zeng Mill, the current governor of Shanxi, and he didn't like to talk, but for this Lord Zhai Pengzhai who he admired very much, it was another matter.

"What? The child is heavy, is it too tired to do it? Zhai Peng put the towel on the table, looked at Zeng Mill and quipped, "No matter what you do, I'm too tired anyway, especially wearing this iron armor..."

"No, haha... After this battle, I only felt that it made my heart headache fast, so how could I be tired? Zeng Milling spoke, and his tired and slightly soft body instantly regained his vitality, "Now I only feel refreshed, and I don't feel tired at all!" ”

"That's good, but my body is also delicate in the capital, and I didn't work much today, just patrolled around the city wall, followed by two hands, how can I be tired like this, hehe...", Zhai Peng smiled and shook his head, "But when I think of that guy being beaten and fleeing, I don't feel tired in my heart for a moment, haha..."

It turned out that after Zhu Houxi agreed to allocate funds, Zhai Peng and a cadre of generals can be said to be excited. Although they knew that 60,000 taels of silver was not much, and even for the construction of the northwest city defense, it was a drop in the bucket, but in any case, the imperial court finally gave the silver.

Zhai Peng and Zeng Mo are very capable generals, or military strategists, because they have used the imperial court's appropriations to the extreme. They knew that the Tatars were good at field warfare. Therefore, if they want to win a great victory according to the will of the imperial court, they must avoid fighting these Mongols in the field, and the best way is to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

In order to achieve this goal, they first worked hard to build the walls, and they took care to save money. Naturally, they can't do anything to forcibly recruit people without compensation. So they can only use their own means: personally go into battle and encourage the soldiers.

Therefore, they would personally go to the construction site of the city wall during the day, and say a few words to the soldiers who built the wall, greetings, although it seems simple, but every time they finish walking, they are already sweating.

The soldiers were called to repair the walls, and they were basically unpaid, and they were very reluctant. But the commander's order was there, and they couldn't disobey it, so they had long been ready to grind foreign workers.

But every time Zhai Peng and Zeng Mo and others greeted each other cordially, it would make these reckless men who were used to living under them for a long time at a loss. When their broad palms crossed their shoulders, almost all the soldiers had the same thought: to follow such a commander, even if there is less money...

It is in this kind of common suffering that the city defense of Datong and even the entire Shanxi Province has been strengthened. The next thing they had to prepare for was the long-awaited Armageddon: to defeat the Tartars. Let me not dare to covet it for a while.

They know it's hard, but they have to work hard to do it. They also had no way to pull all the soldiers. Go to the field and fight to the death with the Tartars, because this is not the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, they don't have that kind of strength, and the current Tartars are not as unconfident as the Northern Yuan nobles who fled before.

They can't attack others with their own shortcomings, they don't have that capital. If there are many dead soldiers, they will be given a pension, but the silver allocated by the court is not enough to repair the city wall, they only have this one chance, and they must be safe. Take advantage of it.

So they resorted to luring the enemy, luring the Tartars to the edge of the city walls through a strategy of feint, where they prepared to deal with them in one fell swoop.

The Tartars didn't fall for it so easily, but they came in and fought in the Grass Valley and lost one after another. All the people and property outside the city were transferred to the city, and it seemed that the walls and fields were about to be cleared. They wanted to burn it to vent their anger, but they would always rush out of nowhere with a large group of Ming soldiers and kill their own side. God, the number of people was indeed less when the Tartars attacked the grass valley, but the Ming army couldn't come so many people at once, right? It's obvious that it's bullying more and less, woo woo...

Of course, I also felt that there might be fraud in this, but the Ming army's usual cowardice and confidence in his own strength made him ignore this.

And they need to get supplies from the Ming Dynasty, because they are a people on horseback, and some things such as salt, iron, etc., they really need to get them from the Ming Dynasty, but the dog emperor of the Ming Dynasty has so far refused to agree to the matter of trade and mutual markets, and they can only rely on robbing.

But recently, there is really no harvest in the grass valley, this group of wild wolves on the grassland has been hungry for too long, they have to fight! It is necessary to let the Dog Emperor know his strength, so that they are willing to open the border market trade, and there is no need for so many warriors to die on their side.

But it turns out that this time it was really their own mistake, I didn't expect that they would be so well prepared, it turned out that this was a long-planned conspiracy, and they were quite well prepared, but under the fatal blow they tried their best, they were defeated so badly...

Do you want to stop and live a lifetime in the desolate prairie with a cower like your ancestors? Because the blow was so severe, he saw fear in the eyes of the warriors under his command, but he didn't do it, didn't he just kill some people? There are always people who die in wars, but there are so many people who die this time, and the most important thing is that nothing is found...

No, they are not our ancestors, our ancestors were the great Genghis Khan, the ancestor Kublai Khan! That world of flowers belongs to us, and we must take it back!

Outside the boundless plug, the wind was still blowing, the yellow sand was whistling, whipping and gnawing the young shoots covered under the yellow grass, and the slightly dim daylight made me feel even more irritable.

A group of Mongolian men wrapped in wind and sand galloped on the grassland on strong horses, the dust raised by the horses' hooves made them look even more mysterious, and one or two bloodied men constantly fell from their horses and were trampled into meat sauce by their companions who couldn't stop behind.

In normal times, they would never do this, but now they can't care about it, they don't know when the group of Daming dogs will catch up from behind, what they have to do now is to run for their lives. I simply turned a blind eye to this situation, because he also wanted to escape as soon as possible, to his own home, where there was still a group of captured slaves, men, women and children, and perhaps they could not escape the angry butcher's knife of Alta.

The braided heavy braids trembled in the wind and sand, and the coarse grains of sand were swept up by the wind, whipping my rough and gloomy face: I will not die, I will come back, I will not be defeated, I am the god of war! I am the god of war... (To be continued.) )