It looked like he was cleaning the battlefield, but in fact Zhao Ming was touching corpses.
It's just a shame.
"It seems that my ability is not unlimited. My archery skills seem to have reached its peak."
Zhao Ming murmured to himself, because he touched more than a dozen Outer Mongolian corpses one after another. As a result, except for the slight increase in other skills, his understanding of archery remained unchanged.
If it weren't for the fact that there was a Manchu bow attached to the corpses, Zhao Ming would have suspected that these Outer Mongolians were all armed with firearms.
But after touching the corpses one after another, Zhao Ming can be sure that his knowledge of grassland survival has been continuously improved, and his equestrian skills, sword skills, spear skills and various detailed abilities have been improved.
Because the abilities of many Outer Mongolians are quite different, but they always have some specialties, although none of them are very amazing.
But this improvement is still very obvious, and quality is not enough to make up for quantity.
What surprised Zhao Ming was that he actually mastered Oriental and Russian!
"Orientals and Russians?"
Zhao Ming looked suspiciously at the two corpses that just passed by.
A cursory scan of the two corpses showed nothing unusual, but now when he looked back and looked carefully, Zhao Ming discovered something unusual.
One of them could see that the skin was obviously too white when the clothes were removed, there was a lot of hair on the chest, and the body was very tall.
This is a Russian with a lot of Mongolian ancestry.
The other one was completely invisible. If it weren't for the calluses on the unique part of the palm, Zhao Ming wouldn't be sure yet.
But even if their appearance cannot be determined, their memories cannot fool Zhao Ming.
"Russian and Oriental espionage agents? Are these two sides moving against Outer Mongolia so frequently? Can any Outer Mongolian tribe find their traces?"
Zhao Ming still knew that the relationship between Russia and Outer Mongolia was very ambiguous, but he didn't expect that the Japanese people had penetrated so deeply.
Considering that there were traces of Asian activities even in Tibetan areas during this period, this seems understandable.
The ambitions of Japanese people are inflated as if they were inflated.
"It seems that the reason for going south this time is Maoming Anbu, and the influence of these two sides is also indispensable. Are you testing it?"
Zhao Ming thought silently.
The Anti-Japanese War is not far away, March 1st is September 18th, and it will only take two or three years to fully plan the war from now on.
It's not surprising that the Japanese want to test it. Even the struggles between various warlords have the shadow of the Japanese secretly intervening.
In order to stir up domestic turmoil, Japanese people resorted to all possible means.
"Why are you thinking so much! I'd better strengthen myself first."
Zhao Ming shook his head. There was no need for him to think about the Japanese and Russians for the time being.
He has already thought about making Chahar his base camp and Guanzhong his second base camp.
Before the Anti-Japanese War, I definitely wanted to operate in Chahar for a long time. When the Anti-Japanese War started, I was thinking of ways to enter Guanzhong.
After all, the land outside the customs fell not long after the war of resistance began. The land here is vast and sparsely populated, and it will be difficult to survive the encirclement and annihilation of the Japanese.
Either they fled to Outer Mongolia or Central Asia like a bereaved dog, and they had no choice but to seek refuge with the Orientals.
No matter which one it is, it is not what Zhao Ming wants to see.
When the time comes, we must go south, and no matter what, tens of thousands of cavalry must go south.
Only those who have soldiers have power, and only those with power can have a certain say in this troubled world, and only then can they be qualified to protect themselves and their families.
Da da da! ~
Following waves of shocks outside the camp, Li He, who had returned home in vain, and Geer banner leader led the warriors from neighboring Ba'a back to the rear base camp.
The base camp was set up at the foot of a hillside less than ten miles away from Maoming'anbu, close to a river. Looking at the endless campfires, the campfires looked like stars in the sky.
"Is this your answer to me? Why didn't you die on the battlefield?"
A cold voice sounded in the camp. The leader of the Qiyan Banner usually spoke very slowly and calmly, but now it was particularly cold, which showed the anger in his heart.
However, the leader of the Geer banner and the assistant leader Li He looked at each other and had something in mind.
He just hurriedly recounted the incident with added detail.
"Your Majesty, Chief Qiyan Banner Master! That's what happened. This is beyond the control of our Ba'a neighbors.
This is an army comparable to that of Xu. They are invulnerable and indestructible, just like the Dharma given by the Living Buddha. The warriors of our tribe cannot do anything to them! "
As the flag master Geer said this and looked around, all the flag masters in the camp were greatly surprised.
Even the youngest flag leader here has heard of Xu. I heard that this man destroyed the country in one day, which was a heavy blow to the Outer Mongolia Empire they had just formed.
Unexpectedly, the Geer banner owner of Baalin would have such a high opinion of this enemy.
"Haha! Ridiculous! Ba'alin Banner Master, it's too ridiculous for you to make such an excuse to excuse yourself, isn't it?"
At this moment, a sudden sarcasm came from among the flag owners.
The other party is 1.8 meters tall and is relatively tall among the Outer Mongols.
And with a plump body, he is the leader of the Khalkha banner, Khaqiu!
Due to long-term trade with the Maoming'an Tribe and the Darhan Tribe, the Khalkha Banner was relatively unarmed. The tribal warriors were okay, but he, the flag owner, was somewhat unable to maintain his health.
"Hmph! Katiu Flag Master! I haven't given you any trouble yet!"
Seeing the Khalkha flag owner, Geer flag owner's eyes instantly turned red. He pointed at the opponent and angrily yelled, "Qiyan flag owner, and all the flag owners. We should ask the Khalkha flag owner about this matter." Kaqiu! If the leader of Kaqiu Banner had not stated in advance that there was such an elite group of southerners!
No matter how elite this southern army is, our neighboring tribes of Ba and A will not suffer such heavy losses. "
Hearing these words, all the flag masters' eyes were filled with light.
Outer Mongolia maintains the tradition of the previous dynasty. A flag is equivalent to a small court, and every flag owner is a local overlord.
There is little friendship between them, and everyone loves to see other flags biting each other.
"Are you causing trouble for me? Why don't you say it's because your Ba'an neighbors are not fighting well? Why don't you say you are incompetent?
hehe! I'm afraid that if there is no war for a long time, you Ba'alin will no longer be able to carry the sword, right?
It's so embarrassing to suffer such a defeat! "
The leader of the Geer banner looked fierce but was very angry, and the leader of the Katyu banner also refused to give in.
I saw him looking around, and finally his eyes fell on the leader of the Qiyan Banner. He bowed slightly and saluted, and said seriously,
"Please also ask the leader of the Qiyan Banner to make the decision for our Khalkha Banner. Their Ba'alin Banner clearly did not do well in fighting and is shirk the responsibility. Such people should be severely punished!!!"
Hearing this, the old flag master of Qiyan also nodded with deep understanding.
It is undeniable that no matter how eloquent the leader of the Geer banner in Ba'alin is, this fiasco is real.
It's just a penalty, but it can't be severe. If you punish him like this in the first game, I'm afraid it will seriously affect morale.
After pondering for a moment, the Qiyan Banner Master came up with a plan.
