Ding Daquan's emotions when he met Wang Kui for the second time must be collapsed and sad.

He reluctantly brought the second round of gold medals. The completely opposite content made him very embarrassed, and he even thought of throwing the gold medal and returning to Beijing.

But he had to clench his face and face Wang Kui with his eyebrows with a smile, handed over the gold medal, and asked Wang Kui to send troops with a humble and kind tone to restrain the Mongolian army that was making trouble in the east.

Wang Kui made a shocked expression, touching his beard and touching his forehead for a while, sighing, shaking his head like a bell in the wind, and complaining, saying that the court asked me to keep it strictly abide by a while ago, and I took down all the fortresses outside Jianmen Pass. Now I know nothing about the situation outside. It is easy to fall into a trap when sending troops rashly, and it takes time to spy on the intelligence.

Sending troops is not a trivial matter. All military soldiers and armor must be organized, and money, money and time are required.

Besides, because of the food supply road, I had a very unhappy relationship with the Dali Army in Guanzhong. They were blocked at their doorstep and had to say hello to them if they wanted to go out. Now others are not willing to pay attention to me, and it takes time to repair the relationship.

Ding Daquan patiently listened for half an hour and basically understood: it is impossible to send troops immediately, and it is not possible for the court to not pay some money.

He held the gold medal in a daze and held it in front of his chest. Wang Kui didn't take a look at him.

I am probably the most tragic gold medal holder in history. Ding Daquan thought.

"Mr. Ding is tired, and these things can't be finished in one day. Why not have a welcome banquet first and rest for a few days. When you are full of health, we will discuss in detail." Wang Kui said considerately, with concern in his eyebrows and eyes.

"But..." Ding Daquan was almost crying. When the imperial envoy was in this position, he felt that he was the number one person in ancient and modern times.

But he dared not get angry, nor could he be angry. Sichuan is now an independent kingdom, and Wang Kui doesn't even take the gold medal seriously. Who can do anything about him? Will the Privy Council dare to transfer him away? I am afraid that Sichuan will rebel before the transfer order was issued.

Just like a few days ago, Ding Daquan was beaten here, so what? Wang Kui bluffed and investigated for a few days and came to the conclusion that "the barbarian took action, and the suspect fled without a trace." He didn't even have a symbolic punishment for the individual. He sent a doctor to send some herbs and finished it.

I didn't dare to use those herbs, for fear that there would be something I didn't know about it.

When Ding Daquan thought of this, he felt sad.

When Changsun Hong thought of this, he smiled slightly.

The vast grassland, the wind blows white clouds, and the vastness of the vast grass mats seem to continue to the horizon, connecting with the blue sky on the horizon, as if the heaven and earth are one. A horse is on the horse, and the horse is free and free, and a state of mind arises naturally.

This is Yunneizhou of the former Liao Kingdom, and it is also one of the famous Youyun Sixteen Prefectures. After the Liao Kingdom was driven to the Western Regions by the Jin people, this is the large rear occupied by the Jurchens.

Go a little south and cross the Great Wall, and it is Datong.

After the fall of Jin, Yunneizhou was occupied by the local Han tyrant Di Shun. When the Mongols destroyed Jin, Di Shun joined Mongolia very early and became one of the ten thousand households in the Han area, putting a lot of efforts for the Great Mongolian Kingdom.

The terrain here is flat and has vast territory. There are many small tribes distributed on the grassland, and there are also some cities. Di Shun collects taxes and grain here and is a local tyrant. Of course, he also has the strength to be a local tyrant. For example, the tens of thousands of cavalry under his command are the reliance of the tens of thousands of Han households in Mongolia.

Of course, it was not a very smooth thing for Changsun Hong to come here.

He had already fought with Di Shun, who refused to surrender.

After appeased and surrendered Zhang Rou, Changsun Hong led Dali and the Song army to the north, headed north from Datong, walked out of the Great Wall, bypassed Shi Tianze's defense zone, and headed directly along the Great Wall wall bricks, heading towards Zhending.

His goal was to reach several thousand households in the Han area further north, and Di Shun was the first to bear the brunt of it.

"Jia Sidao can really think of it." Changsun Hong held two pieces of information in his hand, one from Hanzhong, sent by Wang Kui, and the other from Lin'an, sent by Hu Buxian, the imperial city.

Relying on the perfect dark ghost system and the Imperial City Department's huge and convenient intelligence transmission network, although Changsun Hongyuan is in the desert grassland, he can still quickly receive and issue various intelligence and instructions without delaying for a moment.

He smiled, first looked at the gold medals of Ding Daquan, then looked at the analysis of Hu Buxian on this matter, and shook his head.

"Ghost King, what do we do?" Naduzhi next to him asked. He had just heard Changsun Hong's recitation of this information.

"Let's cool for a while." Changsun Hong handed the paper to the pony painting on the side and replied: "When Song Ting is hurt, please pay attention."

His eyes stared into the distance, after looking for a while, he slowly retracted and looked at the cavalry teams holding torches.

At this moment, he was following about five thousand leather cavalry. The black leather armor was painted with white paint, which was a unique emblem of the Shimen Fan Cavalry.

Among them, there were two hundred riders, and they were walking a few miles away, each carrying a torch.

Holding a torch in broad daylight is very strange.

Changsun Hong kicked the horse's belly, and the mount began to turn slowly and move backwards.

"Our focus is now on the north. Only by subjugating the inside and outside of the Great Wall can we have the capital to go south in the future. Otherwise, even if we get to the south, we will not be able to defend it." Changsun Hong said with a breeze blowing on his face, his tone as calm as the wind passing by on the grassland.

"However, burning grass will kill many people." Liu Zheng, the commander of the Cavalry Camp, also followed, and his face showed a little unbearable. As a cavalry general, he knew very well the power of the grassland fire. Once it was burned, it would not be controlled by the arsonist.

Especially in such a season, fires can sweep everything within a range of hundreds of miles.

"The thunder means show the heart of the Bodhisattva." Changsun Hong's face remained calm and remained so calm: "We have too few cavalrymen. Thousands of people are not on the same level as the tens of thousands of cavalry in Di Shun. In the last battle, if we hadn't defended the formation firmly, we might have lost. Only fire attack can make up for the shortcomings in our military strength."

After hearing this, Liu Zheng looked shy and said in shame: "Ghost King, the general is incompetent. After so many days, he has trained so many cavalrymen. I am really sorry for the many horses that the Ghost King has been through so much hardship."

"It's not your fault." Changsun Hong smiled and turned his head to comfort him: "The growth of cavalry requires time to settle, so how can it be so easy to train? It's not a cub."

Everyone was amused by him, and there was a loud noise. Liu Jin raised his head and followed by a smirk. Changsun Hong said again: "The east wind happened to be rising during this period. Light the fire here. The fire can take advantage of the wind and burn it to Yunneizhou City. With such a big fire, Di Shun must have no choice. If he escapes slowly, he will die in the city."

Everyone's laughter slowly stopped, and everyone automatically thought about the scene of the fire falling to the city, and they all got goosebumps.

"Many people will die, but there is no way. Who is Di Shun so stubborn?" Changsun Hong scolded, and the horse under his crotch began to accelerate, but his voice could still be poured into everyone's ears: "If you don't use it for me, you must be killed by me! It is not possible to deal with people like Di Shun without using some iron-blooded means. If a Di Shun dies, countless Di Shun will appear behind it."

Everyone followed by horses, thinking about it. Although they felt that the fire would at least kill tens of thousands of people on this land. It was a bit cruel, but it was inevitable. Otherwise, thousands of households in the Han area would be local wealthy families, all of whom were respectful and would not kill chickens to warn monkeys. No one could convince them.

Of course it’s good to have a soft heart, but iron blood is more effective.

Liu Chi turned his eyes, rode his horse to catch up, and said like a treasure: "Sir, we can make a sound and push the fire onto the Mongols. They said that when they saw the great army here, they could not resist it. They set the fire and wanted to burn us, but unexpectedly, the gods protected him, and the wind direction suddenly changed, burning the fire to the east. In this way, we can not only push it completely, but also turn the raids!"

He said proudly: "The Mongols all ran away. No matter how we say it, it's all about us. No one can believe it. Adults think this is good?"
Chapter completed!