In fact, this was indeed the case. At this time, the atmosphere in the base camp, which had finally been restored and the losses were counted, was extremely silent.
It was extremely depressing, as if I had won the casino countless times and had enough chips in my hand to spend the rest of my life comfortably.
Who would have thought that he would be encouraged by an idiot companion to continue playing another game, and this time he would lose nearly half of his chips.
Therefore, everyone in the camp could vaguely hear the heavy breathing of the Qiyan Banner Leader.
Like a lion that is about to become angry, it is constantly accumulating anger in its heart.
"Akqin, I need an explanation!" the Qiyan Banner leader said coldly.
"Lord Qiyan, this was just an accident."
Aqin was not afraid at all. Things had already happened. Before nature came, he began to do psychological construction and came up with a complete response strategy.
"Accident? An accident caused us to lose nearly half of the loot? And you are being played around with by others?!" The leader of the Qiyan Banner laughed and let out a majestic laugh.
"That's not the case. I think it's okay."
Akqin shook his head, his expression still calm.
"We did lose a lot of loot, which is understandable. But last night our Nuoyan tribe also defeated the opponent and killed hundreds of enemies.
I think as long as it can greatly weaken the opponent's vitality, it is not considered a loss.
As for the spoils of war, the loss was indeed considerable, but who said our spoils of war were lost? "
"Oh? So you mean we didn't lose any of our loot?" Qiyan Banner Master sneered.
\"Of course, our loot was only temporarily kept by these southerners!\"
With a confident look on his face, Akqin took a step forward, looked around, and said loudly,
“I, Akqin, on behalf of the Noyan Department, say that we will surely capture this southern garrison within ten days, break through their defense lines, and break through their camp.
Take back everything that originally belonged to us!
And this requires your help, especially you, Lord Qiyan! I need your begging army. "
"Haha! That's not a small tone. After all, we still need our help.
But don’t you think recent events are a bit too coincidental? I think this is inappropriate, and I suggest that the defense of the camp should be strengthened.
At the same time, the troops stationed in Chazhong were ordered to escort the remaining loot back to the base camp as soon as possible.
We have lost too much and cannot continue. "
As soon as the Qiyan Banner Leader said these words, the camp fell into silence again.
This also means that the two flag owners have serious differences. In name, the Qiyan flag owner is the superior and has more say.
But now anyone with a discerning eye can see that Akchin's group headed by Noyanbu is more powerful.
The previous successive losses had frustrated the reputation and strength of the Qiyan Department, and the strength of both sides had gradually reversed.
Zhao Ming and Zhang Kai's guesses about the Outer Mongols were still too conservative.
There was not much difference in the judgment of the Qiyan Banner Leader, but who could have known that Akqin, the Nuoyan Banner Leader, would actually want to launch an attack on his own initiative.
"Akqin, we can't take any more risks. We have already lost enough brothers from each tribe."
"Lord Qiyan, you are old!"
Faced with the words of the beggar-faced banner leader, Akqin was no longer too lazy to act, and said with a cold face,
"Master Qiyan, since you are already old, you might as well listen to the opinions of our young people and ask if everyone is willing to follow you!"
As he spoke, he looked around and pointed at a certain flag owner in the crowd.
"You! Norbu, do you think we should take back everything that belongs to us?"
This question was a bit flattering. Norbu, who was asked, was originally one of the branches of the Begging Department, so he wanted to refuse directly.
But when the other party asked this question, he seemed to be too timid. As a young man, he almost blurted out, "Should!"
At this moment, the Qiyan Flag Master looked a little ugly.
"What about you! And you guys? Do you think it should be done?" Akqin continued to point at the other people.
The order in which Akchin named people was very intriguing. Except for the first one, the next two people were all from his own people, so naturally they all said they should.
Later, the situation changed again, and they began to nod to the banner leaders of the Qiyan Department. With so many people in front of them agreeing, they also nodded hesitantly.
The faces of these beggar-faced banner masters were as black as coals, and he had been completely restrained.
There must be some tricks here that don't exist for him, but it is undeniable that it is impossible for him to leave now.
"So Lord Qiyan, sometimes you still have to recognize the reality clearly. Brothers have been following you for two months. If we add in the previous preparations and long journey, we have wasted half a year.
Now these trophies are certainly enough to make up for our losses, but if that's all, why do we have to go through this? "
Akqin was talking eloquently, almost in the face of the Qiyan Banner Master, but the Qiyan Banner Master had to maintain a calm expression.
"Okay! I agree, but you must ensure that once the subsequent war suffers setbacks one after another, you must stop in time!"
After a moment of silence, the Qiyan Flag Master could only take precautions as early as possible. At the same time, he had already begun to secretly plan and make necessary arrangements.
He didn't want to accompany Akqin, a lunatic, all the way to darkness.
The banners of Outer Mongolia have been put into a state of emergency preparation, and orders are constantly going back and forth between Chabei and Chazhong.
The situation on the grasslands has also changed slightly. The most obvious thing is that many herdsmen in the Chazhong area have discovered that the invasion of Outer Mongolia has almost stopped, and they have gradually gathered back their manpower.
This change also reached the Dutong Mansion just two days later, along with a letter of request for merit.
"What do you think?" Zhang Li knocked on the table.
Adjutant Ren read the letter and then looked at the information next to him, hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile, "What a joy, what a congratulation!
It seems that this great victory should not be faked. The Outer Mongolians were really hurt by the beating. I feel that the Outer Mongolians will probably start to retreat northward around this month. "
"Well, I think so too, but how on earth did this kid do it?" Zhang Li nodded, with some confusion on his face.
In fact, this was also what puzzled Adjutant Ren.
The battle report showed that this was a raid on the Outer Mongolia base camp. Not only were they able to escape unscathed, but they also killed thousands of people and rescued tens of thousands of herders and countless cattle and sheep.
If there were no suspicious movements in Outer Mongolia, this battle report would feel fake no matter how you look at it.
"How many troops does Zhao Ming have?" Zhang Li asked.
"We have no real information because Outer Mongolia has recently blocked the Chabei front line more and more frequently. Our information about the strength of Zhao Ming's troops comes from the description of the person appointed last time by the other party.
On the one hand, the intercepted outer Mongolian tongue was learned.
The former describes a force of more than a thousand, while the latter describes a force of more than a thousand and nearly two thousand. There is not much difference. It should be two thousand. "Adjutant Ren thought for a while and said.
When Wang Er and Lao Suntou came to deliver the news before, they were indeed asked about the current situation in Huo Zhongtun, and they also truthfully reported the personnel situation at that time.
At that time, Zhang Li and the others felt that the number of people was a bit too high. Mostly in order to defraud the supplies as much as possible, they falsely reported the number of people so that Zhang Li could have more confidence in them.
But now Zhang Li feels that the number is too small and unscientific.
My own independent regiment of 3,000 people was defeated by the opponent with just one poke. Why should the Outer Mongols run away like a squirrel when a mere 2,000 people could defeat them?
Is there anything fishy in this?
Suddenly, Adjutant Ren seemed to have a close connection with Zhang Li, and said hurriedly, "Sir, do you think there could be Zhao Ming here who has already surrendered..."
