Time passed little by little, and nearly an hour had passed since the Khalkha flag was raised.

The atmosphere in the camp tent in the base camp is quite relaxed, there are flag owners chatting with each other, and most of the chats between flag owners are some business matters.

For example, there are many things in your flag, there are many things on our side, and things like complementary resources to each other.

There are also people who simply get together to play cards, and there is relatively little tension in the Outer Mongolian military camp, and they are big landowners with considerable status.

It's equivalent to the ancient aristocratic system, each leading the people of their respective territories to war, and we do what we are told, but don't be too harsh on us. Otherwise, everyone will not do anything but think about it.

Of course, the Qiyan Banner Master still has a great right to speak, if he really prohibits it, everyone can only hold back.

Among the 30,000 troops, the Qiyan group sent nearly 8,000 people.

And there are a total of four flags in the Qiyan Department, and two of the flag owners present are the flag owners of the Qiyan Department.

Military power determines the right to speak.

At this time, among the banner owners, only the banner owner of the Ba'a neighboring region was a little embarrassed, standing aside, his hands and feet were not his hands and feet.

It is clear that he was independent.

The weak are the least vocal in the Outer Mongolian aristocratic system, not to mention that the Ba'a Neighbor Banner will soon be reduced to a third-rate tribe, and this kind of small tribe may only be reduced to a vassal of other tribes in the future.

It is difficult to say whether the Pakistan-Afghanistan neighbouring region will exist even in a few decades.

Interests determine people's attitudes towards them, so it is understandable that this situation arises.

The beggar banner lord was lying on a wolfskin blanket with his eyes closed, and a stove was placed next to him, and the banner lord next to him was a long distance away from him, and he didn't dare to disturb the lord.

Da-da-da-da! ~

At this moment, there was a rush of horses' hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves is crisp and does not overlap, this is a man and a horse coming quickly.

I think this is the scout sent out by the base camp who rushed back first to report the battle situation.

Everyone nodded slightly after calculating the time, and the time was about the same.

It seems that the Katyu banner lord has returned victoriously.

The owner of the Geer Banner was nervous, and couldn't help but sigh silently, alas, the time to come is still here.

The curtain was lifted, and a young man covered in wind and snow walked in, first bowing slightly to the flag owners, and then focusing on saluting in front of the begging flag owners.

"How's it going?" The Qiyan Banner Master half-raised his eyes, still maintaining a posture of leaning, and said lightly.

The young scout's eyes dodged for a short time, and after thinking for a long time, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "The battle situation on the front line is already clear.

A total of 2,800 warriors of the Khalkha Banner launched a fierce attack on the southerners, and the Katyu Banner Lord first let his son Kakh Shaoqi Lord lead his troops to 2,000 men to pounce. ”

Hearing this, everyone nodded slightly.

It's a wise decision, the lion fights the rabbit still needs all his strength, and with Geer's experience in it, Kaqiu is very wise to do so.

Geer's face darkened.

I thought that Kaqiu's business had broken his brain, but I didn't expect that there was still some basic common sense.

"What's next?" Someone couldn't help but urge.

"The Kakh Shaoqi Lord led more than 2,000 people to fight the enemy army of 200 first...... Then.... was directly hit by the middle army, and the Chinese army was defeated.

Then the Kakh Shaoqi Lord led the left and right wings to go around and slam the attack, and then.... Suddenly, a large force of enemy riders rushed out from the left and right flanks .... The left wing fought with it and was defeated, and the right wing won a great victory.

But at this time, the Chinese army and the left flank army were defeated, and then ..... The right flank was also defeated by a single tree.

The Katyu Banner Lord was eager to save his son, so he personally led 800 people from his headquarters to join the battle group....."

Hearing this, everyone was already shocked in their hearts.

A heart goes up and down, but how does it stop?

"Why did it stop? Let's get to the bottom of it! "Someone is dissatisfied.

The scout swallowed, but still told the result.

"Eight hundred people slaughtered into the enemy's position.... Fierce battle... Five.... Minute.... Big..... Defeated! ”

As he spoke, the scout lowered his head, feeling everyone's eyes look like knives eager to stab him.

It's just that everyone still has the heart to pay attention to the scouts, and they are all stunned, full of astonishment and confusion.

There are a few flag owners who have a good relationship with the Khalkha flag and are already a little skeptical.

They know the strength of the Khalkha Banner very well, although because they are often busy with trade and pleasure, the combat power of the Khalkha Banner can only be regarded as the second echelon, but it is not particularly crotch-pulling.

After all, the selected troops are all out of production, and they must be much stronger than the herdsmen here in terms of combat effectiveness.

It's just that.....

"What about Katyu? Why didn't he come and see me in person? The Qiyan Banner Master had already sat up straight, with a pair of tiger eyes revealing fierceness.

"Katyu .... Banner master, he .... He had already gone to see the Immortal Heaven. ”

"What about his son?"

"Also.... I'm going to see the Immortal Heaven too....."

"Leader? And what about their Khalkha adjutantate? The breathing of the beggar banner lord began to become rapid and heavy unconsciously, and the breath was like a blower.

"Zuo Ling.... Most of the leaders died in battle, and there may be some alive, but .... But I'm afraid I won't be able to come back."

Saying that, the scout could no longer hold back the fierce eyes of the beggar banner lord in front of him, and fell to his knees with a pop, and hurriedly continued,

"Lord Bannerman, the Khalkha Ministry is completely finished.

It should have been able to run back a lot, but the Katyu Banner Lord insisted on saving his son, so he kept making offensive gestures.

So.... So.... In this battle, the Khalkha Department suffered about six or seven hundred casualties and 1,800 prisoners.... Only about 300 people fled in a hurry. ”

Bang!

Almost as soon as the scout's words fell, the stove next to him was kicked to the ground by the beggar banner master.

Fortunately, there was a meadow in the middle, otherwise the tent would soon be on fire.

But at this time, the tent was silent.

No one expected this battle to be so ugly.

"Let me ask you again? How many enemies are there? Two hundred people broke my Dameng Empire with nearly three thousand warriors? I don't believe it! ”

The beggar banner master's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the young scout below, and his gaze glanced at the Geer banner master in the corner.

"Back to my lord, the enemy was two hundred at first, but then seven or eight hundred rushed out, and the total number was about a thousand.

However, the previous two hundred people were uniformly dressed, and they didn't seem to be in the same group as the seven or eight hundred people, probably the remnants of Darhan Maomingan.

But they also suffered heavy losses in this battle, losing no less than three or four hundred men....."

The scout said as he lowered his head, and his eyes showed a kind look at the Banner Master in the corner.

Obviously, this young scout isn't stupid either.

This Khalkha flag is finished, and it is useless to continue to step on the Khalkha flag, he lifted it by the way, of course, the focus is to raise a hand of the Pakistani neighboring department.

Hearing this, the Qiyan Banner Lord fell on the eyes of the Geer Banner Lord.

And the Banner Master of Geer secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if it weren't for the speculation of this little scout that it was not a group of people, I was afraid that he would become a tool for the Qiyan Banner Lord to vent his anger.