Elder Sun ignored the young man Allah.

A little benefit is thought that people are really good to you, I don't know what to say.

"But this Chief Zhao does have some ability." Although I don't quite agree with all of Allah's statements, there are some things that I have to accept.

"Eighty people held out for nearly ten minutes under the hands of five hundred people, and they just waited for reinforcements to come, and they killed seventy or eighty enemies, which is not simple."

Sun Lao sighed.

Li Hu'er, a middle-aged man on the side, also nodded, "Yes, grandpa, do we want to change our attitude towards this Chief Zhao, maybe he can..."

"No hurry!"

Sun Lao shook his head, "This matter is not in a hurry for the time being, I heard that this Chief Zhao was not lightly injured, whether he can survive or not, it is empty talk." ”

"Then if you survive it..."Li Hu'er frowned and asked rhetorically.

"If you survive, then there is a way to survive, in short, treat them first, give them what they need, don't be stingy."

There's a discussion on one side, and there's a discussion on the other side.

The new field manager encountered such a big event within a few days of coming, and this kind of thing can't be hidden at all, and everyone's news is common many times.

"It's a pity, I didn't expect them to do it so quickly!"

This is located at the southern end of Ximeng, on a lush grassland near Su Ming Peak. You can see yurts that stretch along a line, and there are still these yurts scattered around the perimeter.

At this time, in the largest tent in the center, several men were discussing this.

If Zhao Ming was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the person at the head was none other than Bayan, who had only met not long ago.

Listening to the discussions of the elders of the subordinate tribes, a look of helplessness also appeared on his face, "Yes, it's a pity, this Chief Zhao just doesn't have a good temper, otherwise where would he encounter this kind of thing." ”

"Yes, the most beautiful pearl of our Bayan Department wants to marry him, and he even pushes back and gives him face!"

A young strong man had a stick of grass in his mouth and his face was full of disdain.

This person is the most powerful warrior of the Bayan tribe and the eldest son of Bayan, Bato.

At that time, when he heard that his father was going to marry his sister to a Han man, he was reluctant in every way, and even if he was willing, he was very unhappy.

Hearing this now, the mood is extremely happy.

"But I heard that Chief Zhao is not dead, this battle is 80 people against 500 people, so this Chief Zhao can't be killed.

I don't think I can underestimate this Chief Zhao! ”

At this moment, an old man stroked his beard slightly, and said in a deep voice.

The old man is an elder in the tribe, and he has nearly a thousand herdsmen in his lineage, and he is also a bit powerful in the Bayan tribe.

Of course, none of the people who can discuss here are ordinary characters.

"Wu Lao, what do you mean, do we still have to look at it?"

Hearing the old man's words, Barto was immediately a little displeased.

"Which tribe is attacking this Chief Zhao this time, I don't have to think about it to know who it is.

The one who shot must be the one-eyed guy!

It's just a third-rate character on the grassland, and their warriors have long been addicted to alcohol, and they can't compete with the real warriors on the grassland.

This proves nothing.

And I heard that the life and death of this Chief Zhao is uncertain, I don't think we should take refuge in anyone, it is better to find a way to strengthen our own clan if we have this mind. ”

Bato was very assertive and said that he was very dismissive of the older generation like Umon, too weak and only wanted to rely on outsiders.

Those Han people are all treacherous thieves, and the grassland people should unite with the grassland people.

"Enough!"

Seeing that the people below were about to quarrel, Bayan shouted loudly to interrupt the next conflict of everyone, and turned his eyes to look at another figure beside him.

This person is not as strong as their locals, and although he looks the same as them, this is a businessman who has come from the capital.

He is about thirty years old, and has a wisp of goatee, because he followed the caravan into the steppe to exchange items in his early years.

Who would have wanted to meet robbers and get separated from the team, but fortunately he was accepted by the Bayan Department, plus this person can speak well, and he has also been in a private school for a few years before, but he also has some knowledge, and soon became Bayan's guest.

Zhao Ming thought that the master was this person.

"Mr. Yang, what do you think about this matter?"

The middle-aged man known as Mr. Yang pondered for a moment, and only after a moment did he smile faintly, "I think what Bato and Wu Lao said is reasonable.

This Chief Zhao does have some ability, if I want to decide, I think I will continue to wait and see. ”

"Wait and see?" Bayan frowned, the opinions given by Mr. Yang before were relatively accurate, and it was the first time that they were so vague.

"Naturally! I asked you to discuss cooperation in person, but now I think it's a bit abrupt.

Now is not the time when we can't do without this Chief Zhao, but this Chief Zhao is in urgent need of our strength as support.

Yes, it is true that this Chief Zhao has some ability, and this attack is a result.

But not once, and next time, these people will not stop until they achieve their goal.

So let's continue to watch the show, now is not the time for us to appear. ”

Saying that, Mr. Yang shook his head for a while, and he didn't know that he thought he was convulsing all over his body.

Hearing this, Bayan's brows tightened.

"Mr. Yang, I remember that there is an old saying in the Central Plains, that it is better to put the icing on the cake than to send charcoal in the snow. What if he doesn't need us in the future? ”

"Don't worry! Who would want to take refuge in him without us? It's just one out-of-towner, and it only carries a mere 300 people.

I've heard that it's a lot of loss this time, right? How many more times? ”

Mr. Yang did not panic at all, but continued in a gentle voice,

"Therefore, this Chief Zhao can only ask for our head in the end, we call it waiting for the rabbit, as for now, just watch from the wall first!"

Mr. Yang seems to be very fond of idioms, as if not doing so does not highlight his knowledge.

But his words were very effective, and everyone in the camp couldn't help but nod their heads again and again.

It seems to make sense.

The results had already been discussed, and an urgent message had quickly spread from the periphery of the grassland to Zhangjiakou, the capital of Chahar.

Zhangjiakou did not have the prosperity of later generations, on the contrary, although Chahar in this era was more prosperous than some small counties in the Central Plains, but on the whole, I didn't know that it was a military town.

Not to mention the heavy garrison, many city walls are still expanding.

It's just that many of the walls are made of extremely cheap materials, or even simply made of rammed earth.

But the strange thing is that there is one of the military masters here, his clothes are very neat, and the spears behind his back are also shiny, and some of them are even new guns that have not been out for a long time.

This is a world different from the soldiers under the command of Marshal Feng.

Even every military master has some oil on his face, and some officers' shoes are even leather, which are also shiny.

If you talk about the ranking of assets, Yan Laoxi's assets are second only to the really rich guys, such as the Northeast Army.

At this time, a messenger on horseback was speeding through the streets, and soon turned over and dismounted in front of the gate of the Metropolitan Mansion, and after a few words of conversation with the porter's guard, he hurried inside.