Temur led the horse and walked slowly on the road that was getting harder and harder. From the beginning of this hard road, it means that he has stepped into the territory of the Han people. This was his first time in Zhangjiakou, and he was originally looking for a few familiar clansmen to lead the way, but his father said that he was already an adult at the age of sixteen, and he couldn't rely on others for everything.

If he just went to Zhangjiakou to sell some sheepskins, Temur believed that he would have no problems, but now he came to Zhangjiakou to join the army. Throw in these Han Chinese armies, and this Han army has just defeated Korqin, cut off the heads of the captives, and swing along the road to the steppe.

Now the heads have shriveled up and changed shape, but the braids on the heads still clearly tell people that they are Mongols.

Temur didn't know how many years the Han people had fought with the Mongols, anyway, he heard from his grandfather that he had fought with the Han people when he was very young. And my grandfather also listened to his grandfather say that the Mongols and the Han were enemies when they were very young. Of course, it seems to be better in the middle, but in general they are still enemies.

The legends of these heads and enemies made Temur very nervous, and when he heard the sound of horseshoes beating on the hard road, he hurriedly led his old horse to the grass on the side of the hard road. After stepping on the soft, bouncy grass, Temur felt much more comfortable, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife no longer trembled.

Soon, five Han men on horseback rushed in front of Temur and slowed down. The one who had the first shot finally reined in his horse, turned his head to look at Temur, and exclaimed, "What are you doing?" ”

Startled, Temur stopped, but did not answer.

The other four knights circled Temur in the middle, and one of them shouted again in Mongolian, "What are you doing?" ”

Temur knew that he had aroused the suspicion of others. Barely suppressing his nervousness and fear, he replied in Chinese: "I heard that people say that if you don't have anything to eat, you can come here to join the army." ”

"Do you speak Chinese?" The knight came over: "What's your name?" How old is it? Where did it come from? ”

"My name is Temur." Temur said: "This year's sixteenth, from Hohhot. ”

Hohhot is a cyan city in Mongolian, that is, a naturalized city named by the Ming Dynasty.

"Why do you speak Chinese?" The knight's way.

"My family lives in Bansheng." Temur said honestly: "There are a lot of Han people in Tunli. ”

The knight looked at the Mongolian-speaking cavalryman in the ranks, and the cavalryman said, "Bansheng Li Han and Mongolian people live together. It's not surprising that you can speak Chinese. ”

The knight who led the team nodded slightly and said, "Since you are here to join the army, follow me." Then he turned his horse's head and left. Temur hurriedly got on his horse, skillfully manipulated the reins, and followed. However, his old horse could not be compared with the military horse after all, and soon fell behind a lot, and the knight in front of him could only stop and wait for him.

- The Han people are not all fierce.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the Ming army, Temur's heart rose with warmth, thinking that he would become such a person in the future, wearing dazzling iron armor. Wearing a majestic iron helmet...... It's not bad to join the army.

He didn't know what to do, and the captain of the Ming army's light cavalry scout team suspected that he was a spy.

Being alone, having no goods, and being able to speak Chinese, these three are the characteristics of a spy.

If you let him go, who knows what kind of trouble will happen to Lu Dao, it is better to run away and hand him over to the recruiting office.

Since Zhangjiakou was assigned to the civil administration. The headquarters of the cavalry division was moved to the barracks outside the city. The conscription offices were both inside and outside the city, and only Han Chinese or Mongols who looked like Han Chinese were recruited in the city. Only outside the city faced the Mongol conscription.

"Thank you!" Temur finally arrived at the place and waved his thanks to the Ming cavalry who had brought him.

Except for the Mongolian-speaking cavalryman who raised his hand, the others rode away without the slightest reaction. Sitting in the conscription office was a middle-aged Mongolian, with small pigtails and a fat jacket washed white by the Ming army. He glanced at Temur and told him to stand in front of a stake.

Temur stood nervously. I saw that the lower half of the stake was dyed white with chalk. The top of the white is a blood-stained red, and the top is black, with a pungent smell.

He didn't know that it was called asphalt.

The conscripted Mongols approached and pushed Temur tightly to the stake, and saw that Temur's head was right on the border between red and black. He reached for a piece of wood. Pressed on Temur's head. The hair, which had not been washed for more than half a year, was pressed down a full two inches, and the wood chips were firmly in the red section.

"How old are you?" The man asked in Mongolian.

"Sixteen." Temur Road.

"Then you will be long," said Nameng, "now you can't enter the war corps, you can only be an auxiliary, and your body is not tall enough." He explained, and then said, "Do you know how to heal horses?" ”

Temur shook his head slightly, and said, "I will let the horse go." ”

The man pursed his lips and disagreed, meaning: Even a Mongol can let go of the horse.

"We are here in the Ming Cavalry Division." The man straightened his chest: "There are two kinds of auxiliaries, those who take care of the horses, and those who serve people." What would you like to do? ”

"Take care of the horses." Temur didn't even think about it.

The man took another look at Temur, took a charcoal pencil like a small stick, smeared it twice on a palm-sized piece of wood, handed it to Temur, and pointed casually: "Go to that tent over there and wait." ”

Temur took the piece of wood and looked at it carefully, not sure if it was a "word", but it looked like some kind of mark. It wasn't until he entered the boot camp that he learned that this was called "grass code", which was a symbol used by the Han people to identify numbers.

There were already three people waiting in the tent, one of whom had come yesterday. They are all Mongolian herdsmen in the vicinity, some of them have no property at home, and some are envious of the good food in the army. One of them was a tall soldier, and the other two were auxiliaries, along with Temur.

The Mongolian steppe is vast and sparsely populated, and many herders can only meet people after walking in the grassland for ten days and half a month, so they naturally develop a warm habit. Temur grew up in Banshengli, the so-called Bansheng is more like a Han village, but on the territory of the Mongols, it is neither under the control of the Han government nor the Mongolian princes, but only as a transit point for goods on both sides. So Temur just listened to them quietly, occasionally showing some look of surprise, envy, and incredulity.

"I've heard it before...... The Han people are enemies of us. Temur whispered, "Why are they recruiting us to fight?" ”

Even in the bansheng, there are often conflicts between the Mongols and the Hans.

"Han people can't ride horses." The soldier said proudly: "And they are not used to the hard life on the grassland......"

"It's because the Great Son of Heaven treats the Mongols as his own people." An unusually standard Mongolian phrase interrupted the soldier's speech.

The four of them looked towards the tent. A Ming soldier dressed in red clothes and black pants and wearing long calfskin boots stood in front of them.

This Ming army was obviously an officer, carrying a bronze star emblem on his shoulder. He didn't wear a helmet, but his hair was cut short, like a lama on the steppe.

One of the four was a religious and immediately knelt on the ground and bowed to the lama.

The officer stepped forward and kicked him: "I'm not a lama. "Let him get up.

"I'm the general manager of the boot camp. It is the officer who is responsible for training recruits. He paced in front of the four of them: "You four have heard it clearly: it's too late to regret it now, and when you enter the barracks, the rules will be heavy." ”

No one would run to serve as a soldier on impulse, especially the one who was thrown here yesterday, and he would have run away long ago if he had regretted it.

"The first rule!" Mr. Bai suddenly roared: "From now on, there will be no Mongols and Han Chinese, only Ming soldiers!" You were born to be a Ming person! Death is the dead man of the Ming Dynasty! Do you understand! ”

Temur couldn't turn a corner for a while, could it be that as soon as he joined the army, he was not a Mongol? But the thought only flashed through his head. Soon disappeared without a trace. And he had unconsciously followed the other three people to express his understanding, and hung his head heavily, waiting for the order.

After practicing Mr. Bai, he led the three of them out. Outside the tent, there was an extra carriage with four recruits from the city, all of whom looked to be Han Chinese.

"Master Jun, I rode my horse myself." Temur shouted.

The head of the hundred hesitated: "Can you send it back?" ”

"It's far away from home......"

"Then raise it in the camp first, and the horse food will be deducted from your military salary." Bai Zongdao: "If you don't want to take a car, you can follow on horseback." ”

Temur, of course, chose to take the car. He has always been very envious of the clansmen who have Lele cars at home. I have long thought about the addiction of riding a car, not to mention that he also pities his old horse. It's always nice to make it a little easier.

The wheels creaked and turned, and they slowly walked towards the new barracks, which had been ten miles away.

……

"Look, after killing those Horqin people, there are a lot more Han and Mongolian people who have come to join the army." Zhou Yuji is quite proud of his wise decision.

Huang Chengming also said: "The Mongols are a tribe that advocates strength, and whoever has a hard fist will obey whomever they want." Have you read these historical materials of the Mongolian tribes? ”

On the table of the Chinese military tent was a thick book, on which was a handwritten title: "Mongolian Tribes".

Zhou Yuji pursed his lips. Said: "Who is impatient to look at these." ”

Huang Chengming smiled bitterly: "It's also good to take a look." For example, how did Zhilu Dao Chahar (Han Department) come about, as well as the relationship between Tatar and Warat, and Mobei Mongolia and Monan Mongolia are not the same thing. If we really have the intention of carrying out a northern expedition, the alliance and hatred between these tribes should be able to be exploited. ”

"By my point, it's not that complicated." Zhou Yuji said, "It doesn't matter what Mongolia he is, if you want to go with us, you will take it away, and if you don't want to, you will kill it." ”

Huang Chengming smiled dryly and shook his head.

Zhou Yuji knew that Huang Chengming didn't think so, and said: "You are a scholar, just this kind of strategy or something." In my opinion, strategy is only useful when you can't catch it. As long as His Highness agrees to our plan to expand the army, stepping into Mongolia is simply a trivial matter, and no strategy is as useful as a saber. Isn't that the case, Instructor? ”

"The instructor doesn't like to hear this," Huang Chengming shook his head and said, "Go to your chief of staff." ”

"I forgot about it for a while, and I still treat you as a chief of staff." Zhou Yu Ji Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled. (To be continued......)

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