"Uh...it's...it's the Khalkha tribe! It's them! If it weren't for them we..."
"Yes! It's the Khalkha tribe. If it weren't for their intelligence, our Ba'a neighboring tribe wouldn't have been so miserable!"
Before Li He could finish speaking, the leader of the Geer banner was uncharacteristically convinced, even more confident than Li He.
This made Li He a little stunned, and he didn't understand the huge contrast between his own flag masters.
"If they hadn't gotten wrong information from the Maoming'an Department, and if we had known earlier that there was such an elite force here, we wouldn't have been allowed to serve as the vanguard from the neighboring tribes of Ba'a! It would have even led to the wrong decision-making by the leader of the Qiyan Banner!"
The more he talked about this, the clearer his thinking became. Li He also suddenly realized that his own flag master seemed to be very receptive!
I couldn't help but secretly spit, don't you always call yourself a prairie eagle?
"By the way, what kind of army did you just say this was?" Geer thought for a while and asked.
"Yes... they are as elite as those led by General Wang." Li He nodded stiffly.
"No, no! The previous sentence!"
The flag owner of Geer shook his head and rejected it.
This made Li He a little unable to turn around. He just said too many words, and he couldn't remember which one he said for a while.
After thinking for a long time, he finally said, "Oh, it's Xu..."
"Yes! This is a great army! They are as powerful as General Xu who destroyed the country in one day more than ten years ago! This is not our fault!"
As he spoke, the leader of Geer Banner lowered his head and looked down at Li He Zuoling, and said coldly, "Li He Zuoling, do you think what I said is right?"
"Yes, yes! This is a powerful force. If you hadn't commanded it properly, Lord Flag Master, we would have suffered even greater losses!"
Li He nodded like a fool. At this moment, he didn't understand what he was going to do.
If you talk about being weak dryly, you will definitely be scolded to death, and even he and the flag master will be fed to the eagles by the flag master Qi Yan.
But it's okay now. It's not our fault at all that the enemy is so powerful.
"You know what to say later, right?"
"Of course, Lord Flag Master!"
After saying this, the two of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
——
"Do you see what's going on?"
Seeing Wang Beibei coming back, Beishan asked quickly.
"this...."
Wang Beibei came back with a happy but disbelieving expression on his face.
After thinking for a while, he replied, "Old man, it seems that the Mongolians were fighting with someone else."
Hearing this, Beishan showed a look of understanding, and immediately urged, "Then why are you standing still? Go out and help!"
Wang Beibei shook his head with a strange expression.
"It's no longer necessary. The fight has been completed. The Outer Mongols have begun to retreat."
"Return?"
Beishan was stunned, and the speculation that had come to his mind suddenly became uncertain again.
"Are you sure you retreated? From which direction did the reinforcements come? Can you be sure who it is?"
"I don't know, it's too chaotic outside."
Wang Beibei shook his head. He had only had a rough look just now. It was so crowded that he couldn't see clearly.
"By the way, old man, do you think he is from the Shangdu Department? Isn't the person who just reminded us the same person from the Shangdu Department?"
Hearing this, Beishan thought about it but still did not express his opinion.
He knew very well about the one-eyed man, who had a big-picture perspective, but was only interested in profit.
If the Shangdu Department had been able to fight back and forth with the Outer Mongols instead of being defeated directly, he could believe that it was the Shangdu Department.
But just now the people from the Shangdu Department were running faster than rabbits.
"No matter what, since we have withdrawn, let's go out and have a look!"
——
At the same time, in Pingqiantun, the Shangdu Department, which was already well prepared, was a little dumbfounded.
"Shepherd...Chief Shepherd...the Mongolians have retreated...should we still go over?"
The deputy shepherd opened his mouth as he spoke, but the chief shepherd's eyes were already terrifying.
Looking at this scene, Du Yan was also depressed. Why is it so difficult to help someone in times of need?
Can you Outer Mongolians stick to your principles?
"Walk!"
"that...."
"Let's go! Didn't you hear?"
One Eye glared fiercely at the ignorant deputy shepherd.
What the hell are you doing now!
Before, it could be said that it was a timely help, but now it used to be a life-saving act!
"Tell the brothers to evacuate! Stay away. No matter how tired you are, you have to crawl farther away for me!"
One-Eye sighed helplessly and waved his hands.
Where they are still wolves, they are just a bunch of lost dogs.
——
Seeing that the Mongols outside had indeed gone away, Beishan breathed a sigh of relief.
But along the way, I saw tents that were constantly being set on fire along the way, and herdsmen of the same ethnic group who were holding corpses and crying bitterly. Their old faces had become wrinkled into bitter melons.
The old flesh on his face also drooped, making him look very lonely.
The Maoming Anbu, which has a total of about 5,000 people, may not have half of them after tonight.
Da da da~
Just then, the sound of neat horse hooves came over, and Beishan quickly looked up when he heard the movement.
I saw a neat and orderly cavalry team wearing thick gray-green coats heading this way, headed by a man who was also wrapped tightly.
There was also a cold visor covering his face, and a piece of cloth was covered inside to prevent his face from sticking to the metal visor due to the cold.
Whose tribe is this?
Could it be that they were sent from the south?
Beishan didn't dare to neglect. Each of these people was covered in blood and full of murderous intent. They all had no less than four or five arrow feathers stuck in their bodies, and many of them could still see some bullet holes.
He has a lot of experience and knows very well that the clothes of this group of people are not simple, and most of them have added materials.
He strode forward and without saying a word knelt down in the middle of the road.
"Master Beishan of the Maoming'an Department, thank you Shangguan for your reinforcements! On behalf of the entire Maoming'an Department, and on behalf of the entire north of Chahar, I, Beishan, would like to thank Shangguan for your life-saving grace! For your kindness in protecting the land!"
As he spoke, Beishan kowtowed heavily to the ground.
Just kowtow several times, Beishan couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
Why does this commander not understand the rules? Why haven't you asked to stop?
If the other party didn't tell him to stop, Beishan could only continue to kowtow, and he kowtowed a full stick of incense.
In the end, Beishan couldn't bear it anymore. If he kept on knocking, his old bones might become useless.
"long...."
Beishan raised his head and was about to say something with a flattering smile.
But the officer slowly took off his mask and pulled down his kerchief, revealing a face that was familiar yet unfamiliar and young.
"Well....."
Beishan opened his mouth wide, and there was a whirring sound in his throat, but no words came out.
It took him a while before he couldn't help blurting out, "Zhao...Sir Zhao?!!"
It's not that he never thought it would be Zhao Ming, but when he heard that the Outer Mongolian cavalry numbering two to three thousand people was defeated, he gave up the idea.
He did not deny that Chief Zhao was a good hand in leading troops in war.
But he fully understands how powerful the Outer Mongols are.
With such an unequal number of people, he never thought it would be Zhao Ming!
