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A little longer than a month, the city of Naturalization welcomed a caravan from the east.

The Mongols, who did not leave the remote tribes, were glad that they had made the right decision.

It was a caravan formed by eight families, and the men carefully removed the goods on the back of pack horses and displayed them outside the naturalized city, and the Mongols had everything they needed. Gulug excitedly ran into the city of naturalization to report to Omubu Khan.

"A caravan from Zhangjiakou?" Omubu Khan was surprised that the Han caravan needed to walk on the grassland for about ten days from Zhangjiakou to Naturalization, which was far less convenient than going out of the fortress from Kill Hukou. But now that the war in Datong is in full swing, the caravan can only go out from Xuanfu.

Gu Luge carefully asked: "The caravan is still outside the city, do you want to welcome them into the naturalization city!" ”

"Welcome in, of course welcome in!"

It was a year since the Han people returned to Liutumut, and most of the ruins in the city had been cleared, and if it hadn't been for this unexpected war, perhaps those newly built shops would have been full of goods, but it was not too late. On behalf of Ombu Khan, Gulug welcomed the caravan into naturalization, and selected fifteen shops on the street for their use, and the merchant alliance had only thirty shops here.

Grug was enthusiastic and said, "These shops will be free for you to use for a year, and the goods here will soon be sold out." ”

The caravan was huge, and the Mongols who had just received the news were rushing around. By the time Omubu Khan visited two days later, 30% of the goods had already been sold. He was very satisfied, Zhai Zhe finally had a competitor, and the Tumuts had to rely on the Han people, but they couldn't just rely on \

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Although he was in the Hetao, his every move in Naturalization City could not be hidden from Zhai Zhe's ears and eyes.

After listening to the report, Zhai Zhe was incredulous, stared at Zong Mao in front of him, and asked, "Are you sure the caravan is from Zhangjiakou?" ”

"Confirmed!"

It is far better to go to Modong and Liaodong from Zhangjiakou to naturalize by caravan. The war in Datong will not last long, how can the Eight Masters be so reckless, Fan Yongdou has not discussed it with him, Zhai Zhe is even more angry when he worries.

The intention of being drunk and lying is not in the wine, the terrible of the eight families, he knows very well, if they are allowed to gain a foothold in naturalization, and there are powerful Jurchen forces outside, this place will become their world sooner or later.

Shang Alliance and the Eight Families, Zhai Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, is the honeymoon period only so short? Or did Fan Yongdou underestimate his determination.

In any case, Shang Meng could not sit still, and he said to Zong Mao, who was standing aside, "Please lead Xiao here!" ”

Half an hour later, Xiao Zhiyan entered the door.

Zhai Zhe raised his head and said directly: "The business name in Zhangjiakou has been stationed in naturalization, which I absolutely can't bear now, and it doesn't just involve silver. ”

Xiao Zhiyan had a lazy expression and asked, "What do you want me to do?" "It's easier for him to do it than to use his brain.

"Go to Monan."

Zhai Zhe pressed his right hand on the table and said, "Now the Tumut people are confined to the west of Liangcheng, and the Zhangba grassland is empty and inaccessible. Fan Yongdou's caravan dared to cross there with impunity, and I guessed that our former friend Eruzhuo would be your opponent. “

"Ef Ruzhuo?" Xiao Zhiyan chuckled, his face full of indifference

"Go to Mo Nan to hide and wait for my news."

Xiao Zhiyan stretched his waist and said, "It seems that I really have a fate with the horse thief, and I have been a horse thief since I entered the grassland." ”

Two days later, on the night, Xiao Zhiyan led 800 cavalry to quietly leave Hanzhai, first entered the Tuoketuo grassland, and disappeared into the continuous mountains of Daqing Mountain.

In mid-October, the weather turned cooler, and the Hetao grassland was in full swing.

The Han cavalry began to assemble simple armor, which was the result of nearly a year of craftsmanship. The battle in Datong delayed the armor and equipment of the Han cavalry, and the thick iron reserves of the Han village had been exhausted.

Zuo Ruo never left the Hetao, his leather whip was getting louder and louder day by day, and Zhai Zhe's pressure affected everyone around him. The Jurchen invasion of Datong made everyone feel that the situation was more difficult than a few years ago, at least at that time they could see a way out.

A month earlier, Zhai Zhe had witnessed the battle between Cao Wenzhao and Dolgon in close proximity, which had given him a much deeper understanding of cavalry.

Five hundred cavalry lined up, and ten miles away was the turbulent Yellow River.

"Let's go!"

"Plus!"

On the big black horse, Zhai Zhe's eyes were firm.

The rhythm of the horn sound increased, and the degree of cavalry increased to the extreme.

"Plus!" Zhai Zhe stared at his eyes and shouted wildly, the big black horse glared at his legs and jumped into the flowing Yellow River, and no one in the cavalry behind him hesitated.

Holding the neck of the big black horse and crawling out of the turbid Yellow River, Zhai Zhe was wet, and behind him were five hundred soldiers. He shook his fist and let out a roar: "Oh! The cavalry behind him shouted in unison, and Ji Hong and Bao Guang, who followed closely behind him, were enthusiastic.

That's momentum!

With such a crazy training method, even Zuo Ruo was stunned.

Under the rush, there is no invincible, and there is no enemy. As soon as the order is issued, even if there is an iron wall in front of it, the mighty river cannot be stopped.

Cavalry charge, one must be close and neat, and the other must be desperate and imposing, which is Cao Wenzhao's Guanning Iron Cavalry Church Zhai Zhe. As for getting rid of it in actual combat, the formation change, including the control of the rhythm of the body, it will take countless wars to temper it.

Even Cao Wenzhao's cavalry could not break through the defense line of the white-armored soldiers, and recalling the battle outside the town, Zhai Zhe sometimes felt a sense of powerlessness.

The Hetao grassland is surrounded by fire on one side and still water on the other.

On the western side of the grassland, there are herds of livestock, and the Chahar people are grazing leisurely. The tribes of Amur were stationed in the area in batches, and he strictly forbade the herdsmen to move eastward, so as not to disturb the frenzied tossing and turning of thousands of Han horsemen every day. Before entering the Hetao, he gave Zhai Zhe 300 good horses, and left the barren Moxi into the fertile Hetao.

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The benefits of the U523O go far beyond that.

After a few dealings, Zhai Zhe and Amur became friends, and occasionally drank and talked together.

Bamboo leaf green is more suitable for Amur's taste than mare's milk wine, and of course it is much more expensive, but Amur is not interested in the Yellow River carp that Zhai Zhe loves.

Zhai Zhe couldn't help but ask Amur: "Have you Mongols already given up fighting against the Jurchens?" ”

Amur sighed: "If the Great Khan does not die, then there is still hope." In May of this year, under the mediation of Tushetu Khan, both Mobei Zasaktu Khan and Chechen Khan wrote to them, willing to support Chahar as the main and fight the Jurchens together. It was heard that the Tumut tribe was also willing to marry the Arukha tribe. The Mongol tribes saw the threat of the Jurchens. But as soon as the Great Khan died, they were scattered. ”

This is exactly the shadow that Zhai Zhe originally envisioned, and now it is a mirror.

"Sooner or later, the Jurchen army will march west, what do you want?"

Amur poured a glass of wine, twisted his beard, and said: "I am old, and I no longer want to take the tribe with them to run around the steppe." I watched the rise of the Chahar tribe in the fall of the Great Khan, and I saw him bury the Mongols with my own eyes. If the Jurchens could reward me with a piece of pastureland, I would have accepted my fate. Chahar has always been a thorn in the side of the Jurchens, a thorn in the flesh, Chahar will not be destroyed for a day, and the Jurchens will not be at ease for a day, even if they flee to the ends of the earth. ”

He has just passed the age of confusion, it is the prime of life, his heart is old, and with his wisdom he can no longer see a way out.

"Aren't you afraid that the Jurchens will take down your rank?" Zhai Zhe raised his glass.

Under the collision of porcelain cups, there was a crisp sound.

Amur drank it all.

"I'm afraid, but the Jurchens will not slaughter the Mongols at will, and if they do, the Mongols will probably not fall to this. Mongolia cannot be conquered by the sword, and Huang Taiji is the most terrible enemy I have ever seen. Now all the tribes of Modong Mongolia are living quietly under the command of the Jurchens, and that is the future. ”

After a short time together, Zhai Zhe knew that the person in front of him was not an idle person. Thinking of the current situation in Mongolia, confused about the future of the Han Dynasty, he also sighed: "I don't know if the Jurchens can tolerate the existence of the Han Dynasty." ”

"If you throw yourself into the Jurchens, they will be very happy. The more the Mongol tribes split, the happier they became, and without the Han tribe, the Tumut tribe no longer threatened them. A glint flashed in Amur's misty eyes and he asked, "But will you?" ”

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Half a month later, the Han cavalry crossed the Yellow River and returned to Tuoketuo, completely handing over the Hetao steppe to the Amur tribes.

The naturalization of the Eight Families deeply disturbed Zhai Zhe and forced him to return to the center of Tumut again.