Pork is destined to be a luxury in Mobei.

Therefore, Yang Chengying specially prepared a batch of canned food before sending out the troops.

After winning a battle or everyone is tired of eating beef and mutton, and marching food, take it out to relieve everyone's hunger.

The secret that there is canned pork in the army has long been no secret.

None of the soldiers were clamoring to eat it.

Because they believe that their commander will definitely come out at the right opportunity.

Now that the Mongol coalition has been easily defeated, it's time to reward everyone.

For a time, the whole camp was filled with the aroma of pork.

Gonbu and other Mongolians had never eaten pork, and they carefully drank the soup with a wooden bowl on their faces, and they enjoyed it very much.

Compared to him, Idamu seemed flattered.

He was born as a portal slave, and he was actually entitled to enjoy the pork that only Master Noyan deserved.

Idamu respectfully saluted Yang Chengying's handsome tent, and then put the pork in the west very reverently, without eating a bite!

Yang Chengying held the wooden bowl and inspected everywhere. Eat here, taste there, mingle with the soldiers.

He stumbled upon Idamu standing in the snow, and a mouthful of pork in front of him that had not moved.

"Idamu?" Yang Chengying gestured to the translator with his eyes, and the translator screamed softly.

Itamu turned around and saw that it was Yang Chengying, and his face was a little flustered.

Yang Chengying stepped forward and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"

"Back to Your Highness, the slave thinks of his wife and children, they have never tasted pork in their lives, so I want them to smell it." Idamu replied in a choked voice.

Yang Chengying was a little puzzled: "In the eyes of us Han people, your way of worship is like offering to people who have passed away."

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Yang Cheng hurriedly added, "I don't mean anything else."

"Your Highness, the minions just think they might be dead."

When Idamu finished speaking, tears rained down.

It was common for Mongolian tribes to plunder each other.

The magistrates still remember that a long time ago it was mentioned that Nurhachi attacked Yizhou, and the leader of the Ao Han tribe, Xiao Gangqing, supported Yizhou and was defeated.

The Ming court didn't study the matter in detail, so he gave Lin Dan Khan the reward that should have been given to the little villain.

This move aroused the anger of the little gangster, and halfway through the way, he gave the reward to Lin Dan Khan to "black eats black".

Even the Great Khan of Mongolia was like this, not to mention other tribes.

The Oirat Mongols and the Zasaktu Khan were also at war with each other, attacking each other for hundreds of years.

The slaughter on the steppe does not exist all the time, and the stolen men are used as slaves, and the women are used as tools to give birth to children, and children are little slaves.

This has led to the rampant disease of the grasslands.

Every time Yang Chengying surrendered to a tribe, he had to send a large number of doctors and veterinarians to treat these people.

This is, of course, off topic.

Getting back to the point, seeing that Idamu was crying so sadly, Yang Chengying couldn't bear it, so he said:

"Don't cry. When I assemble the Mongol tribes outside Khalkha, I will find you your wife and children in public."

"How can this be?" Idamu was stunned and waved his hand repeatedly.

"Of course!" Yang Chengying's tone was very firm, "You showed the way for my army, and saved Sonomu's life, so that I was prevented from being attacked by rumors, and you should be rewarded."

"Your Highness!" Idamu said, kneeling.

Yang Chengying said, "Don't kneel. Get up quickly, and eat the meat, for only when you have eaten the meat will you have the spirit to find your wife and children."

Only then did Idamu get up, wipe away the tears from his face, pick up the wooden bowl, and eat the cold meat.

The flesh is cold, but the heart is warm.

Yang Chengying stepped on the snow and returned to the handsome tent, and saw that Gunbu and the others had already eaten up the meat, and they were still licking the wooden bowl.

This made Yang Chengying feel a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "When I go back to Shenyang, I will order someone to send you a batch of canned pork, free of charge." Look at the book

"Really? Thank you, Your Highness, in advance." Gonbu

Overjoyed.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Yang Chengying sat back on the main seat, "After eating, go back to rest, and set off early tomorrow morning to go to Uriya Sutai."

"In such a hurry!" Gonbu felt that the soldiers had worked hard in the war, and that they should rest for a day before leaving.

Yang Chengying doesn't think so: "There are corpses everywhere outside the camp, and we don't have time to help them clean up and bury them, so we have to leave. Let the wolves in this neighborhood come and eat them, and be a peaceful person in the next life."

Sky burial is also a Mongolian custom.

Gunbu and the others nodded.

When Yang Chengying held a celebration banquet in the camp, Lama Tenzin fled in embarrassment to a place called Arda.

The scene was a mess.

The Mongol nobles, soldiers, and slaves fled for their lives, and they were terrified.

Inside the tent, the nobles sat cross-legged, their faces extremely ugly, and even their hands shaking to cut meat.

A scene not long ago completely subverted what they knew and thought.

Before he could even touch the fence of the camp, he was beaten to the point of losing his armor and crushing.

When I escaped, there were shells falling, which was terrible!

Gushi Khan and Subadi, who were sitting on the upper seat, had more ugly faces than those below.

They are not only the initiators, but also the ones who contribute the most and lose the most.

After eating a little to suppress their stomachs, the nobles recovered from their panic and talked to them for ideas.

Gu Shi Khan was calm on the surface: "What are you panicking, the enemy hasn't hit the door yet. If we get to the door and we flee north with our men, he won't be able to help us."

He used the toughest words to say the most cowardly way.

Subadi said, "But if we all go north with all our men, I'm afraid we'll have to fight the Rakshasas."

"Don't worry, you're not there. Besides, the Rakshasas may not want Yang Chengying's life to be better and support us."

The more he spoke, the more confident he became, and he said to the people, "As long as we don't get discouraged, there will always be a chance to win back a city."

The nobles listened, but they didn't think so in their hearts.

In particular, the head of the Turghut tribe, and Orlek, had a very poor relationship with the other three tribes of the Oirat Mongols.

It was entirely because of the cold lips and teeth that he led the crowd to help.

Therefore, he suffered the least loss, and he was calculating in his heart, how to not offend Gushi Khan, but also to evacuate the land of right and wrong.

The Dulbert Division, one of the four divisions, is the weakest, and its leader, Taishi, is very old, and he has done his best to preserve the strength of his tribe, and he has no energy to do anything else.

Only the ambitious leader of the Dzungar tribe, Batur Huntaiji, stared coldly at the throne of the leader of the Oirat Mongol League.

Originally, he was responsible for the attack from the west, but he led the crowd to feign an attack, and after sending away some slaves, he retreated in time to preserve his strength.

Now, the biggest thought in Batur Huntaiji's heart is to fight Gu Shi Khan and Zasaktu Khan and Yang Chengying again.

In this way, the Dzungar Ministry will be able to dominate the family.

Looking at Heerlek, who was grazing on the Volga River, and the old *** Taishi, Batur Huntaiji was confident that he would unify the four Oirats and go south to eliminate Yarkand and establish a khanate.

While the leaders were thinking about their own evil intentions, Lama Tenzin returned.