There are a few white clouds like cotton balls floating above the blue sky, and the Orkhon River flows under the blue sky and white clouds. Next to the Orkhon River, the green grass blanket seems to be spreading to the horizon from the eyes. From time to time, the wind blows, and the green grass waves dance in the wind, revealing the backs of cattle and sheep.

The monk glanced at the Hangai Pass in the distance, and beyond this pass was the territory of the Khalkha Mongols.

Behind him was a long caravan, five hundred men and two hundred camels, which stretched for two or three miles.

"Send a hundred men to explore the way!" The monk commanded, and immediately a hundred cavalry galloped away.

As the eldest son of Baturhui, the monk had to be careful. This time, he was dressed as a caravan to explore the reality of Khalkha Mongolia. Khalkha Mongols are direct descendants of Genghis Khan, and the current Great Khan Gezhitu Khan is even more of a guy who can manage.

Every year, dozens of large caravans, from the Khalkha Mongols, come to Ili and sell their goods at high prices. Then with gold, silver and all kinds of valuables, he crossed the Hangai Mountains and returned to the territory of Khalkha.

Baturhun was very surprised why the Khalkha Ministry, which was originally so poor that it was almost a pants, suddenly became rich. How rich are they, is it worth sending troops to grab a handful?

In order to expand his territory in recent years, Baturhun fought fiercely with the Tuhu Special Department. Although the Tuhute tribe was finally forced to move to the northwest, Baturhun also suffered heavy losses. If the Khalkha steppe is really so rich, Baturhun doesn't mind bringing someone to grab it.

Use the wealth of Khalkha to fill the increasingly embarrassing finances, and also use the cattle and sheep of Khalkha to reward the warriors who follow their birth and death.

"Prince, there shouldn't be any problems ahead. Every year the Khalkha people come out of here and trade with us. ”

"Be careful, you'll all have to call me Sangha from now on. Don't let people know that I'm the son of Batur Hun! The monk frowned, these people still couldn't remember what they had commanded several times. If the place in Khalkha is called that, I will be a goof in this temptation. In that case, you will not be able to see the true side of Khalkha.

"Yes! Sangha. ”

After waiting for almost an hour, a few figures rushed back from the front. Wave at them on horseback!

"You go first!" The monk commanded, and a hundred warriors galloped into the canyon again. This time, they drove fifty camels.

If the caravan passes, it means that nothing has happened. The monk knew that this canyon was more than ten miles long between two mountains and a ditch. If you lie in ambush here, you will die without a place to bury. In the Mongolian steppe, there may be a shortage of cattle and sheep, but there is never a shortage of horse bandits.

After waiting for a while, again there were cavalry returning all safety.

"Looks like you're being too careful!" The monk muttered, waving his horsewhip in his hand. With three hundred men and one hundred and fifty camels, they went into the canyon.

When I walked into the canyon, the people in front of me had already left the valley mouth. They stood guard at the mouth of the valley, waiting for the Sangha caravan to converge.

"Big brother, it's really right that you didn't do it. The Mongols were distributed, and they almost robbed the thin horses and let the fat sheep go. Seeing that there were often a string of camels in the Mongol caravans, and the heavy boxes carried by the camels, Luo Rucai was so happy that the snot bubbles were about to come out.

"Don't shout, beware of scaring the Mongols away. Remember to tell me again, when I rush down for a while, no one is allowed to speak Chinese, and I will take out all the Mongolian words I have learned from Mongolian girls in the past two years.

Now there is a team of Han people on the grassland, and people know that we did it, and there is no place to settle down. Who the hell said bald mouth, Lao Tzu gave him a bowl-sized scar. Li Zicheng commanded with a dark face. He didn't believe in Sun Chuanting very much in his heart, and before Sun Chuanting was done, this habitat had to be preserved in the end.

"No!" Hearing Li Zicheng say this, everyone went separately to tell his subordinates. Don't dare to speak Chinese, if you do, you will be beheaded.

The Mongol caravan below was getting closer and closer, and the sound of camel bells and Mongols could already be heard clearly.

"Put!" Li Zicheng shouted, and immediately someone cut the rope that pulled the net pocket. A boulder two people high fell from the sky, smashing dust on the ground. Then countless head-sized rocks also fell, blocking the path of the Mongol caravan.

"Smack!" A drill monkey rose into the sky and exploded, and Liu Zongmin rushed down the hillside with his men, blocking the valley mouth and sealing the retreat of the Mongols.

"Kill!" Li Zicheng waved the big knife in his hand, and rushed down the gentle slope like a tiger descending the mountain. Cut the Mongol caravan in half!

This time, in order to succeed in one blow, Li Zicheng brought a thousand of the most elite men, all of whom were good at stepping down immediately.

As soon as he rushed down the mountain, a rain of arrows fell in front of him. Li Zicheng knocked the arrow with the steel knife in his hand, and the shock made the tiger's mouth numb. Damn, these Mongols still have two more hits, and they look a little prickly. I didn't hear that there were such powerful guards in the Mongolian caravan.

If it weren't for the fear of hurting the camel with stones, Li Zicheng would have preferred to throw stones on the mountain, but his mother's camels were too expensive. Not to mention anything else in this caravan, a hundred and fifty camels are worth a lot. Fortunately, there are many of them, and no matter how hard the Mongols are, they are only more than 300 people.

The guys who followed Li Zicheng were all guys who had survived a hundred battles, and they all used the round shields on their arms to knock arrows. There were only a few unlucky eggs, who were shot under the horses and trampled on by the galloping war horses, and it was estimated that they would not survive.

The monk looked at these people with a dark face, and as soon as he fought him, he knew that these people were not easy to mess with. His personal guards are all elites who are fighting with him on the battlefield, and only a dozen people were shot down in a round of arrow rain.

"If you don't want the goods, kill them." The monk brandished his saber and rushed straight towards Liu Zongmin. The road in front has been blocked, and if you want to escape, you can only kill the horse bandits behind to fight your way out.

The two hundred people on guard outside the valley mouth were like crazy and urged the war horses to kill back. But as soon as he stepped back into the canyon, he was hit by a stone thrown down from the mountain.

"Kill!" Liu Zongmin shouted loudly in Mongolian, and the big hammer in his hand smashed into the monk.

Before following Li Zicheng, Liu Zongmin's profession was a blacksmith. Perennial high-intensity exercise to develop a good body. In particular, the power of this smash is forged thousands of times through steel. In the previous battle formation, how many fierce generals were smashed by his hammer and broke their tendons and vomited blood.

Hearing the sound of the sledgehammer, the monk gritted his teeth and held the saber with both hands.

"Dang!" The loud sound made the sangha's eardrums buzz. The impact was so strong that it almost knocked him off his horse. The arm holding the saber hurts as if it was broken.

As soon as the two horses pedaled wrongly, the monk immediately leaned over the horse. Both arms were numb, and being able to hold the knife was the limit.

Liu Zongmin was also surprised, the hammer was strong and heavy, and it had an advantage. There are very few people who can hold a saber next, but I didn't expect that there was such a hard stubble in the Mongolian caravan, and he could actually take a saber to take him a hammer. Annoyed, Liu Zongmin wielded a sledgehammer and easily smashed the head of a Mongol with the speed of his horse. With a hammer in his hand, he broke the spine of a Mongol.

Directly in front of him came a Mongolian man with a mace in his hand. This time it was hard to hit, and Liu Zongmin smashed the mace into the Mongolian man's face.

Li Zicheng had a big knife in his hand, which opened and closed among the Mongols. The Mongolians you can meet are also hard stubble, not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also amazing in arm strength. After taking a few knives like iron, Li Zicheng also felt that his arm was numb, and he almost couldn't hold the knife in his hand.

What kind of people are these, they are so hard under their hands. The guards helped him block the Mongols, Li Zicheng looked at the past, and was surprised to find that he did not have much advantage in the face of 1,000 people and 300 people. Many Mongols are still fearless with one enemy and three enemies, and now the caravan guards are so powerful?