"There are already Tartar rangers in the Great Wilderness Valley, and it seems that there are quite a few of them," Qin Shishi, who was holding a canned fried noodle, drank the hot fried noodles while reporting the information to Xiao Yeyu.

On the wet and cold grassland, sitting in a tent can drink hot fried noodles, and the Qin stone soaked in rain inside and out feels very satisfied.

Last year, when Wolf Wa led his troops to the north of the Zabhan River at the order of Jinong, and at the same time as several other commanders, he fought with the Waspur tribe for the grassland land, Xiao Ye, who had a mind, had secretly sent several groups of scouts, disguised as herdsmen and approached the vicinity of Shuangta Lake.

The topographical map that I have come back from the search is now in front of me.

In the west of Shuangta Lake about sixty miles of the big wilderness ditch, it is a good place that Xiao Ye values, where close to the mountains north and south ditch is one hundred and ten miles long, the width is the largest is more than thirty miles, the terrain in the ditch is flat, and there is a narrow stream, meandering out of the ditch to flow into the Shuangta Lake.

This kind of place that is very easy to cultivate and grow grain is not far from the mountains in the northwest of Shuangta Lake, but also the big ditches on both sides are steep and easy to defend.

At present, although there are also herdsmen scattered in the ditch, it is an excellent place as a winter pasture, but it is only a gesture to drive away, as long as the Tartars are willing to give up there, Xiao Ye is willing to pay and buy it; But the Great Wilderness Ditch is too close to the winter pastures of the Tartars, and it is not possible to welcome the new owner in a friendly manner.

Without a sword and sword fight, and without a new master coming here to reclaim, the Great Wilderness Ditch could continue to be barren for a hundred years.

Originally, he wanted to quietly enter the wasteland ditch, set up troops there, and forcibly occupy the first hand to make a fuss, and then negotiate after fighting with the Tartars, this is Xiao Ye's plan after discussing with Xin Weilin, in fact, occupying it is more conducive to the compromise of the Tartars, but now it seems that the plan has not changed quickly.

The Mongolian Tartar who discovered Xiao Ye's whereabouts, where would he easily get close to the vicinity of Shuangta Lake, you know, this is the best grassland to go to Gansu Town to threshing grass, and the wolf tile is also a place where he finally asked Jinong, how could he let Xiao Ye touch it.

Xiao Ye listened to the news from Qin Shi, looked at the map and talked to Wang Ziliang in a low voice, then waved his hand and called Qin Shishi over, "Since this is the case, then compete with the Tartar here, the Tartar is also a head and a mouth, and it won't grow longer if it is cut off,"

"Take your sergeant and go to the outside of the trench to lay mines, Wang Hu will bring someone to assist you," under the bright light, Xiao Ye patted the map, and a trace of hideousness flashed in his eyes, "The ten carts of thunder we brought, all of them are scattered, the north is the main, and the west cannot be missed,"

"Okay," Qin Shishi wiped his mouth, smiled and took the empty can, and withdrew from the big tent; Soon, heavy footsteps could be heard from below the hill, and a series of low shouts rang out from time to time.

"Huh," Xiao Ye sat on the cushion and looked at Wang Ziliang's face, "Brother Liu Ren, whether our Madao Stone Fort can enter the grassland depends on this battle,"

"Trapped in Madao Stone Fort, sooner or later it will be pitted by the government," Xiao Ye's words, Wang Ziliang thought so, his attitude towards the government was even more extreme, and he wished that Xiao Ye could turn the muzzle of the gun and slaughter Gansu Town.

This possibility, he is just imagining it in his heart now, Daming, a behemoth, once he is provoked, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and now the Madao Stone Fort can't bear the pressure on the side wall.

"If you can get the Tartars to be willing to negotiate, that's the best, if the Tartars attack this hill, it will be difficult for us to keep the Madao Stone Fort," not being treated by Gansu Town, and grabbing land with the Tartars, Xiao Ye also had a headache and helplessness.

Wang Ziliang, who understood the current situation of Madao Stone Fort, touched the short fire gun in his waist, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "I can only win, if I lose, I will be with adults, it's not bad for us to wander around on the grassland, the sky and the earth are big, and I can't find a place to settle down,"

"Haha, that's not a horse thief," Xiao Ye laughed when he heard this, and hurriedly shook his hand and said, "Our old craftsmen, as well as my Taishan, a large group of young and old, but you can't run blindly, in case you miss the regret of it,"

Regarding Xiao Ye's thick straightness, Wang Ziliang did not answer, but he didn't think so, he really let the officials and the Tartars attack at both ends, and it would not take half a year for Madao Stone Fort to be defeated due to lack of food.

Dig deep holes and accumulate grain, Xiao Ye did this, but it's not like that when he says it, Yang Tianshou is still staring at the old scholar.

In the early morning, the drizzle was like silk, and the two battalions of sergeants under the hill, under the supervision of a dozen centurions, began another round of playing with earthwork Last night, the two trenches filled with rainwater had to be abandoned, and a trench next to the foot of the hill gradually took on a look.

The ring-shaped trench that is seven or eight miles long protects the west and north sides of the hill, and a team of sergeants can be sent to guard the high hill to the east.

The young men of the logistics team carried the iron boxes over the hills, transported the projectiles and earth-shattering thunder to the war barracks in boxes, and were soon taken over and distributed by the teams of 100 people.

"Woo, woo," a low horn sound came from a distance, and the anxious-looking herald also hurried into Xiao Ye's big tent, "Report to your lordship, the Tartars due north are close to ten miles away, with more than 10,000 people, and the scouts are retreating to the west,"

Last night, Qin Shi sent various teams of scouts, not only shouldering the task of exploring the tartars, but also carrying all the remaining jade vines in the logistics team, and throwing them along the way.

Xiao Ye, who is not very confident, even if he loses the battle with the Tartar this time, he will not let the Tartar have a better time, the vine grass with strong survivability can take root when it lands, and without the restriction of Coptis chinensis, it will grow wild in the hinterland of the grassland in winter.

And once the jade vine has taken root, it is the branches and leaves of the vine that has been cleaned up on the ground, and the rhizome that goes deep into the ground will continue to send out new shoots.

The mastermind of this desperate plan is, of course, Wang Ziliang, Xiao Ye just turned a blind eye and acquiesced in this low-level method.

According to Wang Ziliang's statement, some sick and dead cattle, sheep and horses were found, and whenever they encountered a water source, they threw them in, and made a plague for the Mongolian Tartars to enjoy for a few years. It's just that Xiao Ye refused to nod, thinking that it hurt the peace of the world too much, and Wang Ziliang could only stop regretfully.

The sergeants, dressed in leather armor on their chests, were awakened by the sharp sound of brass flutes, and at the shouts of their respective chiefs, they grabbed their knapsacks and carried fire/guns out of the tent; Groups of mud-covered sergeants returned to their tents with shovels.

As the first team of the Wang Hu Battalion, the sergeants jumped into the trench, while the Duding Battalion, which was the reserve, dropped the shovels in their hands and fell into the tent to sleep.

The cavalry of Wedge Hehashan and Aman, at the same time, received the alarm, and groups of heavily armed cavalrymen, carrying swords and bows, pulled up their war horses and began to assemble; Only when it was time to make a charge would they get on their horses in advance.

At the top of the hill, the lightning cannon and heavy machine gun commanded by Hao Yongliang were also prepared, and the guards with loaded guns and ammunition were all around, and the war horses with saddle sheaths were hidden on the back of the hill by the young men of the logistics team.

Xiao Ye and Wang Ziliang stood outside the big tent, holding binoculars condescendingly, observing the approaching Tartar brigade in the distance, their faces were very solemn.

"Report, my lord, the scouts found another Tartar horse team in the west, numbering nearly 10,000, and the banner is the cavalry of the Lanelt Division," another herald came over, bringing bad news to Xiao Ye, but Xiao Ye and Wang Ziliang were very surprised.

This has not yet met with the Tartars, they have gathered more than 20,000 cavalry, but they are not even enough for 5,000 people here, and most of the sergeants are no more than the infantry on horses.

Xiao Ye, who frowned, thought for a moment and summoned a guard, "Go, let Du Ding and their war camp work hard, dig a circular trench on the halfway waist of the hill, start digging immediately, and double the width of the trench,"

"Yes," in Wang Ziliang's puzzled gaze, the guard quickly ran down.

"My lord, what are you?" Wang Ziliang was about to open his mouth to ask a question, Xiao Ye raised the binoculars and muttered to himself, "I hope it's not too late,"

In the telescope lens, a large strand of black lines spread over, and a few black spots mixed in the black lines made Xiao Ye's face suddenly darken; Sure enough, the Tartars still brought the artillery.

Xiao Ye has read the two books "On War" and "Infantry Tactical Drills" no less than five times, and what impressed him the most was the admiration for the role of artillery in the book, which even Xin Weilin could not deny.

However, Xiao Ye only has a few small cannons in his hands, not to mention the large-caliber bronze cannons, the Tiger Zun cannon is also a strategic material in Daming, and it is difficult to buy it with money.

Not to mention that the terrain here is relaxed, and it is not difficult for the Tartar cavalry to rush up, but the boxes of projectiles and earth-shattering thunder piled up behind the trenches are also a disaster if they are hit by shells, not to mention those tents.

Fortunately, when the Tartars first arrived, they were not ready to attack, and the thousands of soldiers who were urgently mobilized pushed open one tent after another, and began to dig desperately on the soft ground.

At the end of the telescope's faint line of sight, Xiao Ye tried his best to see the five guns mounted on the wooden wheel gun carriage, and when they were pushed out, he couldn't help but bulge his eyes and spit hatefully; The artillery, which has already exceeded the range of the lightning cannon, has only the share of being beaten.

After a bag of cigarettes, a fast horse came running on the opposite steppe, and the Tartar warrior on the horse, carrying no weapons on his body, ran over alone; It is clear that this is a messenger sent from the Tartars.

The meaty-faced Tartar messenger was escorted up the hill by the sergeant and brought to Xiao Ye, and before he could open his mouth full of big yellow teeth, he saw the young officer leader pull out the box cannon at his waist, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head.

"It's from the other side, but your captain is a wolf?" Xiao Ye, who looked indifferent, pressed the machine spring with a thumb click, and asked word by word in Tatar, which was not very proficient.

"Yes, Master Wanfu let me...", the Tartar warrior who pretended to be calm didn't finish speaking, the barrel of the gun on his forehead shook slightly, and he lost consciousness with a roar in his head.

"Bah," Xiao Ye, who opened the skull of the Tartar with a shot, didn't care about the blood splashed on the uniform, and smiled with his face up, he was really this sworn enemy, it seemed that he couldn't fight anymore.

Then, this so-called messenger has no meaning of existence, and it is just right to kill the sacrificial flag; The two armies are fighting without slashing, this sentence will not work here in Xiao Ye, if you can kill one more wild Tartar, there will be one less hungry wolf on the grassland.

Talking about benevolence and righteousness with barbarians, he is not so boring.

On the grassland five miles away, a large tent with gold edges was erected on the wet grass, and the wolf tiles sitting in it drinking hot milk wine were waiting for the messenger to return; In his opinion, under the persecution of the army, I am afraid that the Galen tribe on the opposite side, even if they have a lot of fire/guns, they have to think about the value of peace, human life is strength in the grassland, and it is not too embarrassing to bow down and admit defeat.

Of course, he can't easily collect his troops, and he can't get the benefits of the price in his heart, and the army will go straight to Madao Stone Fort, which is inevitable.

Two pots of delicious milk wine, slightly smoked wolf tiles, left and right, still not seeing the messenger come back, can't help but be annoyed, this centurion with good eloquence was recommended by the commander Wo Haoge, it doesn't seem to be the case.

Wohauge, who went to contact Ranelte, did not come back, and the wolf tile wanted to be angry and couldn't find the main owner, so he could only resist the irritability in his heart, get up and walk out of the big tent.

Outside the big tent, the warriors who got off their horses and rested on both sides saw that the black pressure was boundless, and on the artillery position in front, the five artillery pieces had raised their muzzles in the busy work of the cannon slaves, and solid shells were being placed inside.

Not far from his side, the five hundred firecrackers team was ready to go, this was his greatest confidence, and he fought with the Ming army scouts several times in Qingfeng Valley, and the importance of the wolf tile to the fire/gun has been greatly improved.

The Ming scout held a fire/gun that could be fired quickly, and the wolf tile captured a few, and after the experiment, he still insisted on using the three-eyed firearm, which consumed a lot of gunpowder and could not afford to buy it.

Besides, the enthusiasm of his subordinates for scimitars and horn bows makes Wolf Tile even more reluctant to spend money to raise fire/spearmen, and it is very good to have a personal guard with hot weapons, which can decorate the façade.

In the dim afternoon, the drizzle finally stopped, and in the whistling north wind, Wohaug, who had gone to escort the grain and grass to Lanelt, came back and saw the collapsed wolf tiles that were already thundering.

At this time, the collapsed wolf tile directly decided that the opposite side was definitely provoked by the Galen tribe, otherwise the Ming people would not have killed the messenger directly, and only the people on the grassland could do it.

"Send troops, send troops immediately," the drunken wolf tiles waved the bright scimitar in his hand in front of Wohauge, eager for the prancing horse to immediately step on the opposite hill.

"Master Wanfu, no, don't send troops hastily now," Wo Haoge, as a confidant, dodged the scimitar of the collapsed wolf tile very quickly, and directly persuaded him.

"Our department has traveled a long way, and the wind is strong and damp outside, so let's wait for tomorrow to make another blow, and the 20,000 army will eat a small tribe, and the matter of being captured," under the persuasion of Wohauge, Wolf Tile forcibly suppressed the urge to send troops immediately.

The cavalry who have been waiting outside for a long time, where can they stand the cool breeze for most of the day, it is estimated that their hands and feet are numb now, so let's let the guys from the Galen tribe live one more night for the time being.

However, it was still necessary to test the strength of the other party, and with the acquiescence of the collapsed wolf, Wohauge quickly sent two hundred-man teams, divided into two groups half a mile apart, and forced towards the inconspicuous hill with great momentum.

"Boom, boom," Wohauge, who was holding a telescope, watched the two teams of cavalry fall to the ground with men and horses in the mud and grass clippings that kept exploding, and the meaning of sure that it was true flashed in his eyes.

These two hundred-man teams were drawn from the commanders who did not deal with him, and if they could come back a little and a half, Wohaug was quite satisfied, and he would be more happy if the whole army was destroyed.

After being silent for a long time, he looked at his henchman kneeling on the ground with appreciation, "Okay, tomorrow according to your suggestion, let that group of bad horses break into the battle first, and sweep the damn thunder for Lao Tzu first,"

can live in the scenery of the grassland, and the collapsed wolf tile also has its own news channel, and after suffering several big losses, the thunder that can jump up from the ground and explode makes him even more excited.

The interception of the Persian caravan from the steppe was unsuccessful, and the wolf tile lost patience.

What he suspects the most now is that the so-called Persian caravan is a lie of the Ming people at all, and this fire/gun, thunder, and water umbrella and other forest goods are probably made by the Ming people themselves, and they should not be in the hands of the government, but a hidden family.

The guess is not right, but it is not far off. Otherwise, they would have been driven to the depths of the grassland by the Ming army a long time ago, and they didn't dare to take the lead.

When it was getting dark, a ranger came to report that a big banner with a wolf's head was erected on the opposite hill, and there seemed to be a human head hanging on the tip of the flag, which could not be seen clearly from too far away; In the Phnom Penh tent in the hinterland of the grassland, the roar of the collapsed wolf tiles broke out again.