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"There are no more Chahars in the Hetao grassland!" Xiao Zhiyan quietly walked into Zhai Zhe's residence.

Half a month ago, Zhai Zhe ordered him to send scouts into the Hetao to find the whereabouts of the Chahars. If you see the Chahars, tell them that the Tumuthan commander wants to meet with them.

The enmity between the Chahars and the Tumuts is as deep as the sea. This matter can only be done in secret, and if Ombu Khan knows about it, it will cause an uproar.

"Is it because the Jurchens left when they arrived in Monan?" Zhai Zhe frowned.

"As it should be, the Hetao grassland is empty!"

"The Chahars are really daring!" Zhai Zhe shook his head helplessly, "You and I will go to the Hetao to have a look!" ”

The Han cavalry entered the Hetao again and searched for seven days in a row, and the Hetao grassland was empty.

The autumn wind overwhelmed the fertile aquatic plants, and the leaves glowed with gold. The trickling tributaries of the Yellow River leave large areas of damp land here, with occasional undulating flocks of birds, some of which Zhai Zhe had never seen before, with bright plumage.

"Maybe one day, the grasslands here will all become fertile fields." Zhai Zhe pointed at the land in front of him with a horsewhip.

Hetaoli is the most suitable place for Han people to cultivate the grassland, far better than Fengzhou Beach. Since the Han Dynasty, the Han people set up Shuofang, Wuyuan, Xihe three counties here, until the beginning of the Ming Dynasty still belonged to the Shaanxi Buzheng Division, until the Jiajing period fell into the hands of the Mongols.

"Is it a good land for the Han people?" Zuo Ruo on his side interjected.

"Well, maybe!" Zhai Zhe turned his head and said to him: "The training of cavalry should be intensified, more strength training should be increased, and they should be equipped."

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4eoo: Armor-piercing weapons such as axes and hammers. The Three-Eyed Gun has also been added a little more. ”

Xiao Zhiyan asked, "Do you want to fight the Jurchens?" "Armor-piercing weapons can only be aimed at the Jurchens.

"Maybe one day, it's inevitable."

After hiding in Hanzhai, the beacon fire of Xuanda Town was far away from Zhai Zhe's sight.

End of September.

A caravan full of goods walked in the Moxi grassland, this caravan was not large, including men and guards, there were only about 20 people, and more than 30 pack horses followed. The author is a young man, combing the Han hair, his face is as white as jade, and he has a scimitar across his waist.

The Moxi grassland is empty, and it is impossible to hide your figure when walking. A dozen patrolling Chahar cavalry soon spotted their tracks, calling for a run.

The horses raced around the caravan, and the Chahars whistled and drew their scimitars in circles in the air, bursting into unbridled laughter, the prey they had found.

The guys raised their hands in panic, and some of them fell to the ground in a panic when they were turned a little dizzy by the circling horses.

The young caravan leader calmed himself and shouted, "We are a caravan, bringing tea and salt to the Chahars!" ”

The Chahar cavalry slowly quieted down, scanning them with an indifferent gaze, and one of the cavalrymen rode forward, swung his sword to break open the bag hanging from the pack horse, and "crackled" from the inside, and fell bricks and tea.

"Tea!" The horseman's eyes lit up, and he dismounted and picked up some.

"I didn't lie to you! And salt, all you need! ”

The leader of the cavalry glanced at him and drew his scimitar.

"Don't kill us, we're just a batch of caravans to explore the way, if you go way, there will be a much larger caravan to give you the tea and sugar you need, as well as iron!" The young leader was full of panic when he saw this, the Chahar people were really savage, and now he began to regret how he had agreed to the owner's request in the first place, and slowly touched the hilt of the knife on his waist with his left hand.

"Geng Zhu, are you looking for death, don't move!" A middle-aged man behind him reminded in a whisper.

The cavalry leader's eyes began to hesitate.

"Take them back and hand them in

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"Let's go!" The cavalry leader retracted the scimitar from its sheath. If it had been before, he would have killed these people a long time ago, and now the tribe is too lacking in what these Han people have brought, maybe it would be more appropriate to wait for a larger caravan to come and loot.

More than a dozen cavalry escorted the caravan slowly in the direction of Moxi Dacaotan.

"How many times have I taught you, don't be in a hurry, don't move the knife at every turn." The middle-aged man was chattering behind Geng Zhu, this was the opportunity he had won so hard. Zhai Zhe's personal soldiers came to the fore one by one, Zong Mao has even taken over the Han village, only Geng Zhu, who is not motivated, has not been appreciated, Wang Yi felt ashamed of Geng Guang, and specially recommended Geng Zhu to take on this important responsibility, and only by doing things in the Han Department can he have the opportunity to take the position.

"Uncle Wang, I know!" Geng Zhu's face was a little unbearable.

The climate of the Moxi grassland is arid, lack of water sources, the grassland is green, yellow, and occasionally you can see a large area of sparkling stones, and a few slender grasses grow in the gravel gently swaying with the wind, showing loneliness and desolation.

Birds are common in the air, but herds are rare on the ground.

Mountains in the distance connect to the sky, and the top of the mountain is crystal clear and snowy, and legend has it that it is the place where the gods live. Both the Red and Yellow Sect holy sites are there.

The cavalry escorted the caravan for nearly two hours before they saw a dozen or so reunion yurts, and not far from the yurts, hundreds of war horses were grazing on the grass.

"Zaba, you're back!" The two horsemen, seeing the approaching crowd, rode their horses and rushed over, shouting as they swept towards the caravan with curious eyes.

"Hunting and catching a few fat sheep!" The leader of the cavalry looked sideways in the direction of the caravan and asked, "Is Taiji in the tent?" ”

"In!"

The caravan was escorted into the yurt circle, and the Chahars on all sides scanned them with savage gaze like fat sheep. The Han guys held their hands lightly, their eyebrows were low, and their palms were full of sweat.

"You brought back a caravan of Han Chinese?"

Amur looked at Zaba, who was kneeling in front of him, and secretly admired it in his heart. Where it is profitable, there are footprints of the Han people, and with the attitude of the Chahar people towards the Han people, there are also caravans that dare to come, which is really profitable.

"Don't frighten them! The Chahars need their goods. "Two months ago, Amur would not have dared to be so gentle with the Han Chinese.

"Ahh Zaba, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little surprised and obeyed the order to retreat.

After exiting the tent, Zaba walked towards the caravan.

"We have all the goods you are carrying, and here are the furs and livestock you need, and you can choose as you like." There was a hint of unwillingness in Zaba's eyes, if he had known this, he should have killed all these people on the grassland.

Including the leader of the caravan, the men muttered quietly and looked happy.

Geng Zhu left those guys, walked out of the column to Zaba, and shouted: "I want to see your Taiji, can you help me introduce me?" Wang Yi followed closely behind him, took a few bricks of tea in his hand and handed them over.

Zhaba swept at them with disgust and said, "Take your things and leave here quickly, you Han people are not welcome in the Chahar people." ”

Amur just came out of the tent and rebuked in a loud voice: "Zaba, what nonsense, they are caravans." ”

Zaba didn't dare to speak again, and there was some annoyance in his eyes.

Geng Zhu saw the identity of Amur, stepped forward and saluted: "I am the envoy of the Han people, and I have something to tell the noble Chahar people. ”

"The messenger of the Han people? The messenger of the Ming Dynasty? Amur's eyes were full of suspicion, and he turned to realization, "The Han people of Tumut? ”

Geng Zhu nodded.

Amur turned and led him into the tent and asked: "You are from the Han tribe of Tumut?" ”

After the two great battles of Hanzhai and Hetao Grassland, he got to know the Han tribe of Tumut, and those people were stronger than he imagined.

"Exactly, we Qianhu adults want to meet with the Chahar people."

"Meeting, what do I have to say to him. Want to make peace with us? Is it the meaning of the Tumuts or his own? Amur was noncommittal.

"Lord Chiho said that if the Chahars wished, he would do his best to bring about reconciliation between the Chahars and Tumut."

"That's what he meant!" Amur raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because of the Jurchens!"

The Jurchens were attacking Datong Shanxi in the Ming Dynasty, and now that everyone had felt the threat of the Jurchens, Amur looked up at Geng Zhu and said, "I will go to see him and ask him to wait for me in Hetao." ”

The caravan exchanged the tea and salt on the pack horse for fur and set out on the way home, and Geng Zhu also changed to a good horse, with smooth fur and smooth lines.

Standing at the gate of the Great Tent, Amur watched the caravan go east, muttering: "Reconciliation?" Too late for a pity! ”