On the middle fortress, Zhang Tie sorted out the armor for the two of them.

"I'm grateful for your support, but I'm critical of you."

"Your job is to guard the fortress you are stationing, and even if you send people to support, you should leave some soldiers behind."

Zhang Tie led the two to the edge of the fortress, looked at the soldiers brought by the two below, and was suddenly stunned.

"Look at you, I'm afraid I brought all the people from the fortress!"

While speaking, Zhang Tie pointed to the few miscellaneous servants who were obviously not soldiers who collapsed on the ground below, and looked at the two of them speechlessly.

"What can they do when they come, do they cook for the Mongols? Wouldn't it be a disservice to them to bring them here? ”

"Huh!"

Both of them were silent, and this was the reason why they felt that what they had done was indeed inappropriate.

"Alright, alright."

After all, they came to support themselves. Zhang Tie only admonished, not intending to trouble them.

"After resting for a while, you two will immediately take your troops back to garrison your respective fortresses, I guess the Mongols will attack again."

"Ahh

"It's coming!"

Both of them were shocked when they heard this, and looked at each other.

"Master, are you sure? The Mongols will still attack! ”

Seeing that the two were puzzled, Zhang Tie also gave his guesses to the two of them.

After listening to Zhang Tie's statement, Yan Beichen and Wei Yan were thoughtful, and after a while, Wei Yan asked puzzledly: "Master, since the Mongols are still coming, why do you want us to go back?" ”

Looking at the endless prairie in the north, Zhang Tie said helplessly: "Although the other party will definitely attack, we don't know when the other party will attack, nor do we know when they will attack that place next." ”

"Although according to the character of the Mongols, most of them will still come to attack the fortress, but I can't bet that if he attacks other places, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Looking back at the two of them, Zhang Tie said solemnly: "Therefore, when you return to your respective garrisons, you must not let the Mongols step into the border cities and counties and rob the people of the fruits of their labor." ”

"Yes, we will never let the Mongols step into the border city and county for half a step."

Yan Beichen and the two of them were stunned, and then they hugged their fists at Zhang Tie, their faces were firm, and they were already ready to resist desperately.

Nodding slightly, Zhang Tie looked at the beacon fire that was still emitting strong wolf smoke, and said to the two: "If the Mongols attack after you go back, then light two beacon fires, so that others can know the situation and send troops to support." ”

"Okay."

For this proposal, Wei Yan nodded hurriedly, but Yan Beichen pondered for a moment, and said to Zhang Tie: "Lord, since there are more beacon fires, it is better to increase the number of beacon fires according to the number of enemies." ”

Stretching out a finger, Yan Beichen said: "For every hundred more people, light one more beacon, so that the friendly troops know the situation of the Mongols' troops, and then send reinforcements according to the situation." ”

"Huh!"

Such a proposal made Zhang Tie slightly stunned, and then agreed to Yan Beichen's approach.

In fact, the biggest effect of this practice is to guard against the Mongols' voices attacking the west.

That is, send a few people to harass one place, and then intercept reinforcements halfway.

You must know that in the plains, without the defense of the city, most of the reinforcements that go to support will be completely destroyed, because the plains are the favorite way of fighting for the Mongols.

After resting for a while, the two of them led their subordinates again and left the middle fortress, heading towards the west and east, respectively.

……

In the northern steppe, in the Tara tribe, more than thirty carriages were ready, and more than three hundred warriors of the Tara tribe gathered around the carriage, quietly waiting for Bayar's order in front.

The Tara tribe is a small tribe, but due to its development in recent years, it is now on the verge of becoming a medium-sized tribe.

As for what is the reason why the Tara tribe has been able to develop so rapidly, in just a few years, it has changed from a weak tribe to a medium-sized tribe that is now about to be promoted.

Among them, the plundering of the population and grain of the border cities and counties accounted for the vast majority, and a small number of reasons were due to the leadership of its patriarch Bayaf.

Now there are more than 900 herdsmen and warriors in the Tara tribe, of which more than 100 were taken away by the patriarch Bayaf, and more than 200 were brought by Jinkola.

Now there are more than 600 warriors left in the entire tribe who can fight.

Although they were going to Yan Country to fight the Grass Valley, in their understanding, it would not take much time.

However, Bayar did not take all the people who could fight, but left more than 300 warriors to stay in the tribe.

In doing so, they were afraid that the people of other tribes would take advantage of the emptiness of the Tara tribe and come to rob the population and horses.

The relationship between the grassland tribes is not very friendly, once you are weak, the people of other tribes will not be soft-hearted, and will definitely immediately find opportunities to weaken each other, or even eliminate each other.

Bayar rode on the red steed, looking at the people in front of him, and a sense of ambition rose in his heart. "Abu, just watch, I'll prove it to you, I'm no worse than my cousin."

In the past, it was his father Bayafu who led his people to the Yan Kingdom to fight the grass valley, and then his cousin Jebe, who had never led so many people.

This time he led the troops, which was the first time Bayar led the troops, and it was also the first time that Bayar was about to leave his tribe and go to the Yan Kingdom to fight in the Grass Valley.

"Let's go!"

Taking a deep breath, Bayard puffed out his chest and gave the order, without any words of encouragement, just two simple words.

Bayar took the lead in the front, following the horseshoe prints of Jin Kela and the others, and more than 300 people and more than 30 carriages followed behind them, starting their plundering trip this year, the harvest journey.

The relatives on one side once again sprinkled the mare's milk in their hands into the air, then put down the utensils, closed their eyes, folded their hands, muttered to themselves, and prayed to the immortal heaven, wishing the relatives a safe return.

Ba Taide, who stayed in the tribe, looked at Bayar and the others who were far away, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and deep down, there was always a feeling of horror in his heart, feeling that something would happen to Bayar's trip.

"Well, I hope I'm thinking too much, Bayar, don't let anything happen to you, or I'll be shameless to face your Abu and your Eji (mother)."

Soon after giving birth to Bayar's mother, Bayar's mother was born and reborn, leaving the world and throwing herself into the arms of immortality.

Bayar's mother, who is the goddess in the hearts of the Tara tribesmen, is the favorite girl of the patriarch Bayaf, and the only wife in his life, which shows how deep Bayal's love is for Bayar's mother.

And it was the death of Bayar's mother that made Bayar spoil him in everything and prevent him from being wronged even a little.

After so many years of pampering, Bayar has the temper he has now, self-centered, and can't listen to other people's advice, but can only listen to other people's praise and nice words.

"Bayar, Bayar, big brother! Sister-in-law! Ay! ”

With a long sigh, Barthade turned and walked towards the camp.