Since his father's death, he has experienced the battle for the throne, and Badali has become much more mature than before.

I have a deeper understanding of humanity and the future of the tribe.

He watched as the Ming Dynasty became unprecedentedly powerful again, and Zhu Kezhen of Liaodong captured batch after batch of prisoners, widening the territory of one mile after another. Zheng Zhilong on the sea occupied one piece of land after another, harvesting boatloads of silver.

And these tribes outside the gate have gradually become the real barbarians in the mouths of the Ming people.

He has been reading a lot for the past two years.

Daming's advanced iron-smelting technology, they won't.

Daming's advanced irrigation technology, they won't.

Daming's advanced agricultural technology, they won't.

Human beings have the simplest clothing, food, shelter and transportation, and they are just barbarians in the mouth of the Ming. It is not enough to be self-sufficient at the most basic level.

They often miss the glory of their ancestors, if they lived in a different era.

No matter how fast the war horse is, it can't dodge the galloping bullets.

No matter how sharp the steel knife is, it cannot fall on the enemy's head in front of the musket.

So, what else can they rely on?

Badali was entangled, confused, and sad, but finally realized a truth after a long period of retreat:

When you feel that life is not going well, the most important thing you need is to learn to change.

Either cling to the strong, learning from the strong, and replacing the strong.

Either that, they are enemies of the strong, and there is no place to bury them.

Obviously, in the current situation, the first option is more appropriate.

He wants to completely integrate into the Ming Dynasty and become a lackey of the emperor's subordinates, and he is not the first to do such a thing.

But he wouldn't just be willing to be Ming's lackey, if he added a new term to this idea.

He would like to call it: hibernation.

He won't betray, but what about after he dies?

If there is really a chance to replace the Ming Dynasty, who knows how their children and grandchildren will choose?

"Your Majesty, when you came this time, you did not expect such an opportunity. Although the warriors of the Danchen tribe are brave, they do not have much advantage over the elite cavalry of the Han Dynasty, and I am afraid that they will go to the battlefield..."

After lunch, the two sat in the hall and drank tea quietly.

After thinking for a long time, Badali half-concealed his thoughts.

"I know what you mean, two soldiers, no more, no less. But what kind of support do you want me to give you?"

"If Your Majesty agrees, the minister hopes that all the soldiers under his command will be equipped with the same armor as the soldiers of the Beijing camp."

"Oh?"

Hearing his appeal, Zhu Youzhen put down the teacup in his hand, and his fingers lightly tapped the deputy of the chair, as if he was considering.

"Your Majesty, if you are in trouble, a small amount of equipment will do."

Seeing this, Badali thought that Zhu Youzhen was embarrassed, and hurriedly added.

"Hey~ It's not that I find it difficult. Since you have to charge, there is no need to talk about armor. I think it's not enough to have weapons alone. The 20,000 soldiers of your tribe are all good horsemen?"

"Yes! The 20,000 cavalry that the minister said were all good at horses."

"In that case, what do you think of taking out five thousand, and equipping them with muskets?"

"This!" Badali was pleasantly surprised. "How does this work?"

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and if you are going to march and fight, how can you not equip your men with some good equipment? And what I give you is a short-roded flintlock pistol that does not need to be ignited, which is more suitable for operation on a horse. When you go back, I will order the arsenal to step up production and send them to Horqin in batches, and then you will send 5,000 soldiers to train them strictly, so that you can form a combat force when you attack the Han next spring! Do you have faith?"

"Yes!"

"If you have, I believe in you. However, these people must be loyal people, and you must know that if such an advanced firearm falls into the hands of a foreigner, I am afraid that your tribe will want to gain something in policy in the future

Leaning, I'm afraid that the princes of the inner court will not agree anymore."

"Your Majesty, rest assured, right and wrong, the minister understands in his heart."

"Okay, that's settled. 20,000 pairs of armor, 5,000 muskets, and related equipment and trainers, I will provide you with all within a month. But I want to see your Horqin style on the battlefield next year! This is the first battle you fought for the Ming Dynasty! Encouragement!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Badali has never been so excited, or has he never been so excited in a short period of time.

His Majesty gave him plenty of trust and enough surprises.

Why wouldn't he do anything about it?

At least for now.

Badali stayed in the capital for three days.

At the behest of Zhu Youzhen, he personally visited a series of facilities such as arsenals, iron and steel mills, and textile factories.

He couldn't imagine how these machines, which had once been only heard of, worked. I can't imagine how those guys made of iron replace manpower? But the facts are in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

Three days later, he left the capital again in a low-key manner.

For him, this encounter with the saint was an opportunity to change his fate. Even for Horqin, for the Han Dynasty, and even for the whole of Mongolia, this meeting will go down in history, and only a few words will be left on the picture scroll of history.

Life is like a play.

Perhaps, that's it.

Badali rode out of the pass, and thought so as he looked at the side wall from afar.

The fate of people is always different.

At the same time as Badali left the capital, he rode a fast horse to Pangu Town.

The knight on the horse was tired, but did not dare to stay for a moment.

"Let me in, Great Khan Urgent Military Order!"

He was still some distance from the gates, and he cried out with a loud voice.

But even so, the guards stopped him.

"Presumptuous, I have an urgent military order from the Great Khan, and he won't let me in!" The knight whipped the intercepting soldier with a whip, and the soldier dared not speak in anger, and grinned with the pain in his body:

"There are many lords' families in the city, and they can't be sloppy, so please forgive the eldest brother, and the younger brother is also responsible."

"Humph!"

The knight was relieved of his anger with a whip, and with a snort, he took out the letter from Hudun Rabbit's bosom.

The guards did not look too much, and the gold paint on the envelope showed that it did not look like a forgery, so they arched their hands, apologized again, and let him in.

The knight galloped all the way to the dormitory where Hudun Rabbit lived every day.

The purpose of his trip was to meet the Sutai Great Fujin of Hudun Rabbit.

Sutai's full name is Yehnara Sutai, which is also known as the Yehenara clan.

The main reason why Hudun Rabbit gave him superstition was not because of his form, but because he gave birth to a son for Hudun Rabbit, and the only son at the moment, Ezhe.

If nothing else, the future heir to the throne.

However, the historical Sutai Fujin surrendered Houjin with his son Ezhe after the death of Hudun Rabbit and presented the jade seal of the country.