Mr. Sun ignored the young man Ala.
If you have a little advantage, you will think that people are really good to you, and you don’t know what to say.
"But Chief Zhao does have some abilities." Although I don't agree with all of Ala's statement, I have to admit some things.
"Eighty people held out for nearly ten minutes under 500 people. They waited for reinforcements and killed 70 or 80 enemies. It's not easy."
Mr. Sun sighed with emotion.
The middle-aged man Li Hu'er on the side also nodded, "Yes, Master Sun, let's see if we should change our attitude towards Chief Zhao. Maybe he can..."
"Not urgent!"
Mr. Sun shook his head, "This matter is not urgent for the time being. I heard that Chief Zhao was seriously injured. It is still unclear whether he can survive. If he cannot survive, it will be empty talk."
"Then if you survive..." Li Huer asked with a frown.
"If you survive, there are ways to survive. Anyway, treat them well first. Give them whatever they need. Don't be stingy."
There is a discussion here, and at the same time the other side is also discussing the matter.
The new field director encountered such a big event within a few days of his arrival. This kind of thing cannot be hidden at all. Everyone often has the same information.
"What a pity. I didn't expect them to do it so quickly!"
This place is located at the southern end of Ximeng, on a lush grassland near Su Mingfeng. You can see a line of yurts stretching out, with these yurts scattered around the outside.
At this time, in the largest tent in the center, several men were discussing this.
If Zhao Ming was here, he would definitely recognize that the leader was none other than Bayan, whom he had just met not long ago.
Listening to the discussions of the elders of the subordinate tribes, a look of helplessness appeared on his face, "Yes, it's a pity, this Chief Zhao just has a bad temper, otherwise he would never encounter such a thing."
"Yes, the most beautiful pearl of our Bayan tribe wants to marry him, but he actually resists and gives him face!"
A young strong man held a piece of grass in his mouth with disdain on his face.
This man is the most powerful warrior of the Bayan tribe and the eldest son of Bayan, Ba Tuo.
At that time, he heard that his father wanted to marry his sister to a Han man. He was unwilling to do so in every possible way. Later, even if he was willing, he felt very unhappy.
Now that I heard this, I felt particularly happy.
"But I heard that Chief Zhao is not dead yet. This battle is about 80 people fighting against 500 people. Even this can't kill Chief Zhao.
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. There are nearly a thousand herders in his lineage, and he is somewhat powerful in the Bayan tribe.
Of course, those who can discuss matters here are not ordinary characters.
"Old Wu, do you mean that we have to get close to you?"
Hearing what the old man said, Ba Tuo suddenly felt unhappy.
"I don't have to think about which tribe attacked Chief Zhao this time. I know who it is.
The one who took action must also be the one-eyed fellow!
They are just third-rate characters on the grassland. Their warriors have long been addicted to wine and sex, and cannot compete with the real warriors on the grassland.
This proves nothing.
And I heard that Chief Zhao’s life or death is uncertain. I don’t think we should take refuge in anyone. If we have this intention, we might as well find ways to strengthen our own tribe. "
Ba Tuo said very assertively that he was very dismissive of the older generation like Wumeng, who were too weak and only wanted to rely on outsiders.
Those Han people are all cunning thieves, and the grassland people should unite with the grassland people.
"enough!"
Seeing that the people below were about to quarrel, Bayan shouted sharply to interrupt the ensuing conflict, and turned to look at another figure beside him.
This man was not as strong as the locals. Although his appearance was the same as theirs, he was actually a businessman who came from the capital.
He is about thirty years old and has a goatee because he followed caravans into the grassland to exchange items in his early years.
He never expected to encounter robbers and get separated from the team. Fortunately, he was accepted by Bayan tribe. In addition, this man was eloquent and had attended a private school for several years before, so he had some knowledge. He soon became Bayan's seat. Guest of honor.
The master Zhao Ming thought was this person.
"Mr. Yang, what do you think about this matter?"
The middle-aged man known as Mr. Yang thought for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "I think what Ba Tuo and Wu Lao said are reasonable.
Chief Zhao does have some ability. If you want me to make a decision, I think I will continue to wait and see. "
"Continue to wait and see?" Bayan frowned. The opinions given by Mr. Yang before were relatively precise, but this was the first time that they were so vague.
"Of course! I asked you to discuss cooperation in person before, but now that I think about it, it was a bit abrupt.
Now is not the time when we are indispensable without this Chief Zhao, but this Chief Zhao is in urgent need of our strength as support.
Yes, it is true that Chief Zhao has some abilities, and this attack is the result.
But if it doesn't work once, there will be a next time. These people will not give up until they achieve their goals.
So let's continue watching the show. Now is not the time for us to appear on the stage. "
As he spoke, Mr. Yang shook his head for a while, and those who didn't know thought he was twitching and feeling uncomfortable.
Hearing these words, Bayan frowned even more.
"Mr. Yang, I remember there is an old saying in the Central Plains that it is better to provide icing on the cake than to provide help in the snow. What if he doesn't need us in the future?"
"Don't worry! Who would be willing to take refuge with him without us? He's just a foreigner, and he can only bring a mere three hundred people with him.
I heard it was a lot of damage this time, right? What if we come again? "
Mr. Yang did not panic at all, but continued in a gentle and gentle voice,
"So, Chief Zhao can only beg us in the end. We just sit back and wait. As for now, we can just sit back and watch!"
Mr. Yang seems to like talking in idioms, as if not doing so would not highlight his knowledge.
But his words were very effective, and everyone in the camp couldn't help but nod their heads.
It seems to make sense.
The results of the discussion have been reached here, and an urgent message quickly spread from the outside 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, it generally looked like a military town.
Not only is it heavily guarded, many city walls are still being expanded.
It's just that many city walls are made of extremely cheap materials, and are even made of rammed earth.
But the strange thing is that all the military lords here are all very neat and tidy, and the spears on their backs are shiny, and some are even new guns that have not been released for a long time.
This is completely different from the soldiers under Marshal Feng.
Even every military officer's face has a certain sheen, and some officers' shoes are even made of leather, which is also shiny.
In terms of asset ranking, Yan Laoxi's assets are second only to those of the truly rich men above him, such as the Northeast Army.
At this time, a messenger on horseback was walking quickly through the streets. He quickly dismounted in front of the Dutong Mansion, chatted with the gatekeeper for a few words, and then hurried inside.
