"Where are they going?" Beishan continued to ask.
"It seems that there are several new yurts appearing in the grassland between Huozhongtun and Pingqiantun. It seems that they are planning to settle nearby." Wang Beibei said solemnly.
If something like this happened nearby, they would naturally send people along the way to inquire about the situation.
But what they discovered surprised them. The group of tents set up was like an iron chain bridge isolating them from the line south of Chabei.
If this continues to develop, I am afraid that the northern part of Chahar will be cut off by this line, and the connection between the left and right Eight Banners will also be interrupted.
"Master, what do you think is going on? Are they crazy? Dare they do this without our order? Why don't I bring some brothers and ask them for an explanation?"
Wang Beibei was a little annoyed. This was purely a way of defeating the superior.
Beishan glanced at this guy and said coldly, "Idiot, haven't you seen that the size of these tribes has shrunk to a certain extent.
Nothing is wrong, how could they dare to disobey us? "
"Ah, owner of the village, this is..."
"What else could it be, of course our respected Chief Zhao! He is the one with the best tactics! He swept through twenty-three small and medium-sized tribes in the eastern part of Chabei in one day.
Broke one of our arms! "
Beishan shook his head and sighed. At this moment, he felt very weak, as if he had encountered a sudden disaster in his old age and was unable to do anything about it.
However, Wang Beibei, who was entrusted with important tasks by the Maoming'an Ministry, was a reckless man.
"Master, this can't be possible! Zhao Ming only has such a small number of people. In the Eastern Twenty-three Division, there are nearly two thousand people who can control strings!
What did they hit with? "
As he spoke, Wang Beibei suddenly slapped his head, as if he had thought of some bold idea, and blurted out,
"By the way, Master, this Zhao Ming must have suffered heavy casualties, so we might as well just stop doing it and just do his damn thing!"
Hearing these words, the corners of Beishan's mouth twitched.
"You idiot! Look at Pingqian Tun and Chief Zhao's camp. What are those? They have united with Huo Zhongtun.
Such a major thing happened and I entrusted everything to you. Is this how you handle things for me?
Even if you don't understand this kind of thing clearly, you still have the nerve to tell me to kill Zhao Ming? You are so brave! "
As he spoke, Beishan pointed to the camp in the distance.
I saw a lot of cavalry over there maintaining the order of the migrating team. At first glance, I couldn't see more than three or four hundred people.
In fact, this is naturally an imaginary number, because in order to make up for the number, Zhao Ming asked some women from Huo Zhongtun and Pingqian Tun to join the queue.
"But Master, Zhao Ming hasn't come back yet, so maybe he suffered heavy losses. We can send hundreds of cavalry to intercept and kill him!"
Wang Beibei is still thinking about this matter.
Listening to these, Beishan felt very powerless.
It is undeniable that Wang Beibei is a completely reckless man. His idea is feasible to a certain extent, but the risk is also huge.
And Beishan is an old man. There are serious differences between the two, but their ideas are not too problematic.
It’s just that Beishan cannot withstand too many twists and turns.
"Don't say any more at this time. If Chief Zhao continues to send people to trade recently, they can trade however they want and get more discounts on the price."
Beishan waved his hand and prepared to go back to the camp to rest. He was a little tired at his age after spending the afternoon outside.
"Master, I think we can still give it a try. If we miss this opportunity, how can we fight against Zhao Ming when he is completely established on the grassland?
Then won’t we be the meat on his chopping board? "
Wang Beibei still refused to give up.
He was young and energetic and had a strong determination not to admit defeat. It would be a huge failure if he didn't do anything when he clearly had the opportunity.
"What? You really want to drag our entire Maoming Anbe to be buried with you?
So what if we lose the fight? Didn't you see who Zhao Ming was? He is an official after all! He wants to save face.
What do you think he means by letting these people pass through our territory? This is showing an attitude and telling us clearly.
As long as we obey him, it's not that we can't survive, it just lets us know how to bow our heads. "
Beishan was a little annoyed, but he also remembered Wang Beibei's youthful spirit, so he suppressed his anger and analyzed the other party carefully.
But how could he know what the young man was thinking.
"Lower your head? Why should you bow your head? Who is Zhao Ming? Our ancestors have been living here for generations, this is our territory!"
Wang Beibei rubbed his neck with a look of reluctance.
"Who the hell is he?" Hearing this, Beishan almost laughed out of anger and pointed at Wang Beibei with his fingers trembling.
"Alas!~I...I didn't teach you well. Your father passed away early, and it's all my fault! I don't blame you, but don't go against Chief Zhao.
The general trend is the general trend, you are still young and don’t understand! "
As Beishan spoke, he felt like a deflated ball. He shook his head bitterly and headed back towards the camp on his horse's back.
Looking at the old village owner walking away, Wang Beibei still had some anger on his face.
"Brother Wang, you still have to let the village owner. The village owner has protected our Maoming Anbu for so many years. When it's time to give in, you have to let this old man."
The older generation of herdsmen beside him shook his head, sighed and followed Beishan as well.
Seeing this, Wang Beibei's eyes became even colder, and his whole person seemed to exude a biting aura.
"Boss, are we going to do this or not?"
"Yes, boss, now that the old village owner has spoken, can we just watch?
Now that we lack these tribes to help us with things, will we have to go to Rehe in person in the future? That's a lot of suffering. "
Not long after some of the older tribesmen in Beishan left, several herdsmen of the younger generation gathered next to Wang Beibei.
These people are all guards of the Maoming Anbu. They usually follow Wang Beibei, the first warrior of the tribe, to do some inspection tasks. Occasionally, they will fight together when there is an armed incident.
He is about the same age as Wang Beibei. They are both young, vigorous and energetic.
"Hmph! Do it! Of course you have to do it! But not now."
Wang Beibei snorted coldly. Since the village owner didn't want him to do it, he had to do it.
Once everything is done, what else can the village owner do?
"Boss, what should we do? If we move, someone in the tribe will definitely report to the village owner." Someone said anxiously.
"I have a way! Wang Meng!"
"Boss!"
"You will quietly take away the three hundred horses later and wait a few miles away from the tribe. When it gets dark in another hour, I will ask the brothers to go out to find you.
When the time comes, you will lead the team, and I will stabilize the owner! "
As he said this, Wang Beibei turned and patted the young strong man next to him heavily.
"Wang Meng! You are the second person in our tribe. I am very optimistic about you. Whether you can succeed tonight and whether you can let me have an explanation with the old man depends entirely on you!"
Hearing what the boss said, the young man named Wang Meng's eyes were excited. He nodded heavily, put his hand on his chest and saluted.
"Boss, don't worry, this battle will be won! I will definitely bring back Zhao Ming's head!"
"Take your head! I need your head? Deal with it cleanly then, and don't touch their bodies!"
When Wang Beibei heard this, he slapped him in the face. Although he was reckless, he still had some sense.
If you bring the head back, will you have to deal with it later?
