The grasslands in summer are the most beautiful of the year. The endless green grass, the blue sky without a trace of clouds, and the quiet streams and rivers flowing. If there are any herders holding a long whip and shouting to grazing cattle and sheep, it is a perfect picture. However, when the most unrestrained days were in the past, even grazing and eating grass on the edge of the Great Wall, they have moved a lot northward. The herders are often cautious to avoid the Great Wall, which is much different from the past.

The reason is very simple. Now this most plump pasture has just fought a big battle! The Khan's confidant general Tuo Huochi led his vanguard to fight a beautiful victory in Xuanfu, and tens of thousands of cattle and sheep were plundered back at once. God knows whether Mingren will come to take revenge!

"The Ming people won't come. The Duke Baoguo bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong. How dare he provoke the khan!"

On the edge of Xinghe Ancient City, an old herder added this sentence with confidence to the young herders around him after talking about the battle situation not long ago. He was very eloquent and said it was as if he had seen him in person. Even though those young herders had only seen him in the past few days, he could not make any false claims with the dozens of sheep. In addition, people had been leaping here for several days, so they naturally would not have any doubts.

"Uncle Batu, you can say so well. If someone can recommend you, maybe the Khan will summon you to the golden tent to teach, and you will be prosperous by then. Don't forget us at that time!"

The young herder with red face coaxed together, and the others laughed and agreed. The old herder, whose wrinkles were so old that he had pleated, was immediately angry and scolded everyone with annoyed. Then he stood up and shouted to the mute grandson beside him with a horse whip, and soon drove the flock together.

Seeing that he was about to go north, the young herder with a blushing face just now hurriedly shouted: "Uncle, the surrounding area of ​​Xinghe Waste City is big enough. You should grazing to the south, don't go north. A few days ago, I met the soldiers of the Gorros tribe in the sand city... After all, I persuaded him to go out and escaped. Be careful that your sheep fell into the wolf's mouth!"

The old herder stopped hearing this, turned around and asked in surprise: "The grassland of the Gorros tribe should be further east, why are they here?" As soon as he finished speaking, he patted his head and smiled... "Ah, look at my memory, the Khan issued a conscript order, so the warriors from all the troops gathered. Besides, the team led by the Dowhuo Chi Nuoyan, of course, the people of the Gorros tribe are indispensable! But the Gorros tribe is really weird. Why are they stationed in the sand city if you have nothing to do......"

"The one there is Agula, the butler of Noyan, who is said to be watching his master's spoils this time!"

Several young herdsmen laughed, and some agreed... Two or three talked about the tidy soldiers in the Shacheng, and their words were envious. Although the whole people in ancient times were soldiers... the Khan recruited various warriors this time. Those who belonged to small tribes but were not outstanding could not stand up. They could only watch the spoils of gold, silver, cattle, sheep, slaves, etc. were divided. When the old herdsmen drove the sheep and walked south... and the young mute grandson waved their whips loudly, they saw that it was getting late, and the others also stood up one after another, and for a while, the side of Xinghe, which was still lively just now, immediately quieted down. No one noticed that several black shadows quietly rushed out from several places in the dry city and covered them up.

The old herder and the young man walked away and then both stopped. The young mute stopped and turned around and looked back... He always smiled shyly... as if he was the most honest person, he suddenly opened his mouth, and he spit out a Chinese with a straight-tongued voice: "From this situation... he should have followed."

At this moment, the old herder couldn't help but tremble. When he opened his mouth, he was not the fluent méng language before, but the real Chinese language: "Master Qian, they are just ordinary shepherds..."

"I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go, otherwise what's wrong with the leaking of the news? Besides, isn't there a saying? If I'm not my race, my heart will be different." Qian Ning held his hands and said this. Seeing the old herdsman silent, he grinned and let out his white teeth. "But don't worry, although you are a mixed-race of Chinese, since I dare to let you be a guide, I will certainly believe you. As long as this trip is accurate, besides the fifty taels of cash that I gave you first, you will be rewarded with 500 taels of rewards!"

The old herder was a householder who lived in Wanquan Youwei for a long time. His mother was a Han man and was once accused by the Méng people for six years. When she was released, she was a boy like him. At first, she had a hard time. But he was fluent in speaking. When he was a child, he remembered the journey on the grassland. Not only did he follow the caravan to the north to handle goods as a guide at the age of sixteen, but he has been together like this for many years and is no problem. This time, he pretended to be a Méng man and went out to grazing to find out the news. He had refused to agree no matter what, but he couldn't resist Qian Ning's threat of using his grandson as a threat, and he could only give up money.

However, he was really scared of such a cruel master. When the sky gradually became dark, Qian Ning forced him to drive the flock back to Xing and abandoned city where he had been sheltering for several days. He took the whip and arrived at the ground tremblingly, but found that there were many flocks inside, and not saying that there were more than a dozen black shadows popping up there.

“All done?”

"Report to Mr. Qian, they are all done cleanly!"

The one who followed Qian Ning was not the vanguard soldiers of the government army he had chosen before, but the people he had found after he arrived at Wanquan Right Acropolis. Most of them were Junyu, but there were several civilian households, and even black households who didn't even have household registration. The only thing that was the same was that they were bold and ruthless. At this moment, a scar on his face made a throat slit, and then said with a smile: "Fortunately, Mr. Qian thought carefully and did not go anywhere else. He first waited here, and asked us to learn a few tricks to drive the sheep with Lao Chaihuo, otherwise such a large group would not be able to get it back. Even a sheep was half a tael of silver..."

Scarfaced with his mouth, and his face showed unconcealed greed. At this time, the old herder called Lao Chaihuo glanced at the abandoned city and found that the sheep driven by the young herders had gathered here, and there were at least seven or eight hundred of them here. Although he told himself in his heart that he was a guide, not those herders, those who killed people without blood would never attack him, and he still felt palpitations.

"No prospect, what is a sheep and half a tael of silver... You know, my elder said that a Tartar's head is thirty taels! And if you behead the fifth level, you can change an officer to come to Dangdang and leave a piece of money and food for your descendants." Qian Ning said nonsense, and seeing that everyone's eyes were red, he waved his hand and said... "Anyway, look longer, I will be my elder behind me, and my elder behind me is the emperor. If the matter is done this time, what are the benefits?"

If it weren't for the sake of hard work, why did he keep the good fortune of Wanquan Right Acropolis, but instead risked to find out the Xinkaikou Fort to inquire north? Although this was a violation of Xu Xun's military order, as long as he had achieved something... that lord would never blame him!

"Master Qian, that's right, but there are too many things to rush to Shacheng. Besides, there are many cattle and sheep in each tribe that are marked......" Lao Chaihuo had no momentum to talk in front of the young herdsmen at this time... When Na Na said this, he was immediately choked by Qian Ning's glance.

"Old Chaihuo said, go and see what you remember. If there is, then take it back, as we took it back from the north. I got the news before, and I will go to Wanquan Youwei. If you ask, you will go to Zhangjiakou Fort and get some of the sheep and moisten it to the top and bottom... Those heads just now may be used as beheading!"

Hearing the loud promise from up and down, Lao Chaihuo's face suddenly became even longer.

It was very early in the summer grassland, and early in the morning... everyone parted ways. Lao Chaihuo and Qian Ning set out north again, while half of the others left behind to hide and abandoned city to prepare for the response. Most of them drove the sheep back, one to look for Xu Xun to send messages, and the other to avoid meeting those who came to find the missing herders. Along the way, Qian Ning found that Lao Chaihuo was a lot more stuffy, but he ignored it and only thought about what to do when he arrived in the sand city. However, just when he could see the ruins from afar, he suddenly heard a scolding from all directions, followed by a dozen people. After the leader came up, he threw a whip flower beautifully, and then shouted: "Where are you from? Whose family is this sheep?"

Lao Chaihuo was shocked by this sudden encounter. After a while, he suddenly realized it. He took a deep breath and stammered a string of méng words: "Dignity, may I bless you and all the warriors, I am Batu of Yongshebuwanhu."

The ancient man Bater, who was in charge, saw that the old Chaihuo Méng was fluent in his old sayings, was less suspicious. He looked at the flock of sheep with at least two or three hundred. Although he wanted to ask for it, he was not without any worries.

Although this war certainly plundered countless cattle and sheep, half of them were returned to the Khan's golden tent and the Khan's sons. They didn't get much, and the cattle and sheep had been brought back. Here were the more than a thousand captive Han slaves, who were preparing to take them back, and their leader Tuhuo Chi Nuoyan was leading the elite troops to prepare for the next attack.

Since the Great Khan Batu Mengke unified the tribes and established 60,000 households, the one who led each 10,000 households changed from the original lords of the tribes to the biological son of the Khan. After the Yisima of the Yongxibuwanhu died of defeat, the tenth son of the Khan, Ebugunxi Qingtaiji. This Taiji is the second-to-last son of the Khan, and he has a very strong temper. Even though their master, Tuhuo Chi Nuoyan, was deeply trusted by the Khan, he could not afford to offend this master.

However, the man was thinking about staying with others, but he would not let them go. There were more than a dozen riders galloping over there. The leader was Agula, the butler who stayed behind this time.

"Did you find any details?"

"The Grand Butler is from Yongsebuwanhu."
Chapter completed!