Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Ming took out a cigarette and puffed on it.
He was talking about some details with Baoshan and Wang Guxi on the side.
I didn't think about teaching this group of people anything in a short period of time. I just needed them to stay out of the way when encountering battle situations later, and to be able to understand simple commands and perform some simple actions.
Even though there were a lot of manpower available now, Zhao Ming really didn't have much hope as to what role these people could play.
We can only hope that this group of people can attract a large part of the firepower and create opportunities for the main breakthrough.
At the same time, dozens of miles south of Maoming'an's troops, a cavalry group was feebly setting out again.
Before they set off, a group of fast horses headed south.
"Chief Shepherd, we are already like this, why should we help them?"
The group of people we just encountered were stationed at a nearby outpost.
Although there is almost no control over the grassland from above, there are also some symbolic sentinel posts set up.
These outposts were not directly appointed by the superiors, but were selected and stationed by nearby tribes.
There will simply be huge sales every month, and everyone can still get paid by sending some people to station as a token, so why not do it?
They had just entered this outpost and informed this group of people about the situation on the front line, and then this group of people quickly headed south with the information.
According to the normal process, it should be passed to the next sentinel point, and reported layer by layer, no matter how fast it is. By the time we got to Zhangjiakou, this information would have been four or five days later.
Of course, even if it is four or five days later, if the news can be reported in time, the superiors will definitely deploy troops to go north in time.
It’s just that the deputy shepherd is a little puzzled. It’s clear that his friendship with Chief Zhao has failed, so why would his chief shepherd do this?
"Don't be so big-minded!"
Glancing at the deputy pastor, One Eye shook his head and said calmly,
"It's true that we have offended Chief Zhao, but if we don't make this clear, nothing will happen.
On the contrary, if we report this important military situation to our own families, then we have made meritorious service to the superiors.
In this way, our sudden appearance north of Chahar can be explained. Not only will there be no punishment, but we will also receive merit.
I think Chief Zhao behaves according to the rules, if that's the case. Do you think he can still make things difficult for us in the future? "
"I see!"
The deputy shepherd nodded suddenly, and couldn't help but admire that his chief shepherd was indeed blind, and his brain was so good.
"It's just...by the time the bosses react, I'm afraid the north will be in ruins already, right?
this...."
"Hmph, this is not something we can worry about, but we don't have to worry about this round trip. We will stay overnight in a nearby tribe later.
We need to inform all the tribes along the way about this, so that among the many tribes, they all have to accept our Shangdu Department as a favor. "
One-eye said calmly, I have to say that he has a really good mind.
He was planning for the follow-up, although he felt that the probability of Commander Zhao surviving when he wanted to move southward in Outer Mongolia was not high.
But don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. Once Chief Zhao not only survived, he also fought off the Outer Mongolians.
After that, the prestige on the grassland will definitely rise greatly, and the morale of the tribe will be greatly enhanced. What if we turn around and liquidate it?
One-eye is preparing for what follows.
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Whoops! ~
The biting cold wind was blowing, and gradually the cold wind began to be mixed with some wind and snow.
Da da da! ~
The sound of horse hooves trampled on the ground like drums.
"Stop! Stop first!"
After running for several miles, the flag leader of the Khalkha tribe, Katiu, waved quickly and breathlessly. Seeing this, his deputy quickly shouted loudly and gestured at the same time, and the team soon began to gradually stop.
"What are your orders, Lord Flag Master?" the deputy quickly asked.
Kaqiu's face stiffened. He has no eyesight. Didn't he see that I was too tired? You should also ask about this kind of thing.
Kaqiu couldn't quite remember the last time he held a bow, shot arrows and galloped on a horse.
Five years? Or ten years?
I can't remember clearly. Anyway, he has been neglecting his weapons since he started trading.
He rubbed his sore waist and his crotch, which was almost bleeding, and then looked at his son beside him.
"My little eagle, is it okay to leave this matter to you?"
The Khalkha Banner was the ancestral property of their clan, and Katchu knew very well that everything he had would eventually be handed over to his son.
Looking at his son, he was very satisfied.
His son is almost exactly the same as he was when he was young. He has a tall and straight figure and the vitality of youth. His thick eyebrows are as sharp as when he was young, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle's cub.
"Father, don't worry, a mere southern son only needs a thousand tribal warriors to take it down. The leader of the Geer banner is old, but I am very young!"
Kahe bowed slightly, his tone was firm, and his energetic face was full of confidence.
This also made the Katiu flag owner nod with satisfaction.
"Okay! The young eagle will eventually take off. I will give you two thousand tribal warriors to take down this group of southerners. We, the Khalkha Tribe, must win the first prize!"
As he spoke, the leader of the Kaqiu banner patted his son's shoulder heavily, and at the same time began to instruct his deputy to select manpower.
Nearly 3,000 people from Khalkha Banner also responded to the call this time. At first glance, it seemed like that.
At least in the eyes of the Katyu banner leader, his people are much stronger than the Ba'a neighbors who fled back dejectedly.
But he forgot that he was not the only one who was unprepared.
His son is indeed young, but since the beginning of trade, it seems that he has never participated in any war.
The daily training is formal and can be practiced...
In about a stick of incense time, along with some adjustments in the cavalry camp, two thousand of the Khalkha tribe's youngest and strongest warriors were soon selected.
Under the command of Kahe, the young flag master, they arrived at their respective positions in an orderly manner.
Seeing this scene, Kaqiu nodded with satisfaction.
As expected of his own son, he is no less capable of commanding than when he was younger.
With a gesture, all the warriors of the Khalkha tribe, led by the master of the Khalkha flag, launched an attack on the two tribal camps one mile below.
The ground was trembling, and the momentum of the two thousand cavalry galloping was still very huge. The thin snow on the ground was shaken and shattered, and the ground continued to shake.
The long fleeing team that had walked several miles away felt the shock and looked back with some concern.
They were worried that the brutal Mongols would continue to invade, and that their relatives behind them would be slaughtered.
But now they can only unconditionally hope that Commander Zhao, who came by air, will once again show his ability like a god descending from heaven.
Feeling the tremor of the earth, the sense of déjà vu when facing two thousand cavalry is far different from facing hundreds of cavalry alone before.
Before, Zhao Ming and his party indeed defeated thousands of Baa's neighbors, but in fact they killed hundreds of people and captured and killed hundreds of people.
After all, it is difficult to kill thousands of people in a formation.
In ancient battles, tens of thousands of people fought, and the actual battle losses were only a few thousand at most. Most of the time, even hundreds of casualties were very common.
