In the early morning, Irguntayji woke up early. He was old and did not get as much sleep as he did when he was young.
The maid brought water and helped him wash up, and he began to eat breakfast.
He likes to eat mutton braised noodles, which was taught to his cook by Shanxi merchants.
In the past two years, there was a great famine on the grasslands, and many people starved to death. Otherwise, they would not have been eager to seek refuge with the Qing Dynasty. After all, whoever gave them food would allow them to survive.
But Irgentaiji is a very selfish person. The three consecutive years of disasters have not allowed him to reduce his luxurious lifestyle at all.
He likes white rice porridge, pasta, and fresh vegetables. Perhaps this is also the reason why he can live to be more than seventy years old on the grassland.
People on the grasslands generally have short lifespans. The harsh natural environment, wind, frost, rain and snow are like knives, making them grow old very quickly.
The wet and cold environment left them all with arthritis. I started to have rickets in my fifties.
Eating a lot of meat causes them to die early from cardiovascular disease. And women are even more miserable. During the day, while men graze their cattle, they have endless housework to do.
At night, men must have enough sleep so that they can go herding the next day. The woman cannot sleep; she has to guard the sheepfold with weapons and the family dogs.
Fight the wild wolf that attacks in the middle of the night. Protect your own flock.
They exhausted their lives and overdrafted their health early, and many could only live to be in their forties.
The cook brought the meat on a small wooden tray and boiled cabbage in a small basin of water. These cabbages were all wrapped in quilts and transported on camels from Zhangjiakou. A head of cabbage is the price of a sheep.
"Taiji, Alsleng is back, just outside." A head guard came in and put his hand on his chest, saying respectfully.
Irgentaiji happily put down the meat and said excitedly: "This guy is still very capable, but it's a pity that he is not from my tribe. Otherwise, I could marry a daughter to him. It's a pity."
Alslen came in, saluted and said: "Dear Taiji, I will come back to resume my life."
Ilguntayji was overjoyed, laughed, walked down, hugged Alsileng and said: "My eagle is back, you must have brought me good news, right?"
Alsileng felt so fed up that he could only force a smile and said: "All glory goes to the great Taiji. Thanks to your blessing, I have figured out the situation there. Fortunately, I have lived up to my mission."
Ilgentaiji was overjoyed. Every time he encountered a big trouble, he could solve it perfectly by sending Alsleng.
"Quickly invite my centurions and thousands, the captains of the left and right guards, and Alabayan to discuss the matter."
After a while, everyone came together.
"Alsileng, please tell me," Irgentage said kindly, sitting on his throne.
"Please, dear Taiji, give me a large piece of parchment and a charcoal pencil."
Irgenteji nodded and motioned to the maid to bring it to him.
The maids brought a wooden shelf, fixed a one-meter square piece of parchment, put down the charcoal and went down.
There was no paper on the prairie, and even if it was available, it was extremely expensive. Generally, when a military meeting is held and it is necessary to draw a map to show the comparison of the strength and situation of the two sides, a charcoal pen burnt black into a carbon rod is used to draw on the sheepskin.
Sheepskin can be washed and reused after use.
"First of all, there are no marmots there, not even one." Alsleng first drew a sketch of Sancha Gang, and then pointed to the area where a large number of war horses had their legs broken and said.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang below. The captains and centurions suffered heavy losses. Now Alslen says there are no marmots there. How can this be.
Alslen ignored these stupid and bad fools. He took out a piece of earthen pillar directly from his backpack and placed it on the tables in front of Irgentaiji.
"Dear Taiji, you see, this is what was found next to those holes. The soil was dug out with a round shovel. Those holes were all dug by humans."
Suddenly there was another coaxing sound. All the generals were talking about it.
Ilgen Taiji's expression changed, which was very unpleasant. This was tantamount to a slap in the face in front of everyone. He had always regarded himself as a wise Taiji. But I didn't even understand such a simple thing.
He was so worried yesterday that he asked Alslen to risk his life to find out. But now that he has found out, he secretly resents Alsleng for losing his face.
Alslen looked on with a cold eye, as if he had a mirror in his heart. He knew Irgentaiji and all the idiots here too well.
Yesterday, they lost a large amount of manpower, and they wished they could risk their lives to figure out the reason for them.
But today I figured it out and they were unhappy again. Because being smart and capable brings out their stupidity.
No matter how hard I try, I can't fit into this circle. They are all related to the old immortal Irgen.
On the surface, Irgen has a good reputation, but he always shows his magnanimity, his meritocracy, and his wisdom and prowess. In fact, he is a completely stingy, mean, cowardly, face-hungry, fatuous, old bastard.
The two captains under him were his eldest son and his brother's son. Those centurions and shepherds were also related to him. Only in this way did he feel at ease.
Alsleng was the only outsider, but he had an elite Torgut army under his command.
Legend has it that it was trained by the famous archer Narenbaater Zhebie in southern Mongolia.
After Prince Turgut was poisoned, these five elite centurions were divided among the Taijis.
Because I was lucky enough to marry the prince's youngest daughter, I brought 150 families of herdsmen and 150 elite cavalry as a dowry.
A group of these cavalrymen can do better than ten groups of his men. It has helped him solve countless problems over the years.
He always wanted to annex this cavalry, so he always sent Alsleng on missions with no return.
Unfortunately, God failed to fulfill his wish. Alsleng is still alive and well, but the cavalry lost about fifty men.
"Aside from these holes for breaking the horse's legs, there is no magic in the river. It is actually this thing that entangles our warriors in the river." Alslen said.
Then he took out a length of roller-shaped barbed wire from his backpack.
Everyone looked at these barbed wire fences in surprise. One after another they crowded forward and touched it with their hands. They talked a lot, and they understood at a glance that if a war horse or a person was attached to this thing, it would only get tighter and tighter. People and horses can't break the iron wire.
"The water in the river is very clear and not deep. If you look carefully, you can still see it." Alslen used a charcoal pen to draw three rows of barbed wire lurking in the river on the parchment paper.
"You see, if you don't ride a horse, you can go around it if you are crossing the water." Alslen drew a line with charcoal and bypassed sections of the barbed wire fence.
Irgentaiji rolled his gray-yellow eyes and asked: "If you don't ride a horse and rely on two legs, the speed is very slow. There is a big bow on the mountain with a range of 200 horse lengths. How can you avoid casualties?"
Since he uses Alsleng, he will naturally squeeze out all his value. Anyway, his ideas are far better than those idiots under his command.
"You can take off the wheel, cover it with rawhide, and use it as a shield. Although it can't stop the strong bow at close range, the casualties will not be too great before crossing the river."
"Haha, my eagle, I will do as you say. You can go down and rest. Let your people have a good rest in the camp. You don't have to take risks tomorrow."
Alsileng felt contempt in his heart. If he had the opportunity to make meritorious deeds, he would not have his own share. It was really necessary for people to go forward and not for times to go behind, this old bastard.
"Dear Taiji, my men lost fifty men, all for the mission assigned by Taiji. Please give me fifty more soldiers."
"Ah! My eagle, are you accusing me of being unkind? When this battle is over, I will not treat you and your warriors badly."
Alslen didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he bowed and turned away. He was tired of the same rhetoric every time.
When he walked out of the big tent, he heard the roar of laughter inside. He no longer cared about the mocking laughter of those idiots.
Today is the last time you will laugh at me, you idiots.
