"Finally the tail is solved, it's worth celebrating."
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Chen Kan patted Fang Xu on the shoulder with appreciation.
As he said, the purpose of marching to the grassland this time was to train troops, and now, not only the soldiers have been trained, but the generals are also almost trained.
Fang Xu smiled brilliantly: "It's all thanks to the good command of the Marquis."
"The credit is yours. Let's go. After I go back, I will personally ask your Majesty for the credit."
With a faint smile, Chen Kan rode away.
The uninjured soldiers behind him looked at Chen Kan's back with admiration. Under the leadership of this man, they were not only able to go deep into the grassland, but also shot and killed the nephew of the Mongolian Khan with their own hands.
Although all these plans came from Fang Xu, they still subconsciously gave credit to that man.
Who told him to employ people?
When the sky was bright, Chen Kan took out Si Nan, and after briefly identifying the direction, he headed in the direction of Kent Mountain.
The scouts still dispersed a distance of two hundred miles. After all, they were going to take over the base camp of Arutai, so they were careful not to make any big mistakes.
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In Kent Mountain, in a large tent covering hundreds of square meters, a middle-aged man with a somewhat depressed expression was furious.
The man was a descendant of the Golden Family, the Mongolian Khan Benshiyari.
The reason that made him furious was a military report placed on the table.
Yes, military newspaper.
Although Benshiyari was just a puppet of Arutai, Arutai still gave this puppet the minimum respect.
The first is that the 30,000-strong personal army of the Great Khan is neatly deployed, and the second is that Ben Shiyari has the right to intervene in all military and political affairs, large and small. Of course, he only intervenes, and the final result is still handled by Arutai.
The content recorded in this military report was that Abu Ji'an sent someone to tell Ben Shiyari that a squad of two thousand Ming troops had entered the grassland, and that the pursuers he had sent had lost track of them. He asked him to Be careful and don't be kidnapped by the Ming army.
It was Abu Zhi'an's superior advice that made him unable to help but get furious.
As for the two thousand Ming troops, he didn't take it to heart at all.
What the hell, he, Shi Yali, has no ability, so he wouldn't be kidnapped by two thousand Ming troops surrounded by thirty thousand troops.
Mongolian: "It's too much to bully others, it's too much to bully others!"
Ben Shiyari kicked over the mahogany desk in front of him, his chest heaving violently.
Recalling the past glory of the Golden Family, how could anyone ever dare to speak to the Golden Family in such a condescending tone.
And now, the disdain shown in Abu's words has greatly stimulated Ben Shiyari.
In the eyes of his uncle, how incompetent was Shi Yali that he was kidnapped by two thousand Ming troops?
"It's too much!"
The furious Ben Shiyali transformed into a destructive maniac. First he kicked over the tables and smashed the silver pot on the fire pit. He smashed everything of value in the big tent.
Especially some of the porcelain brought back from the Central Plains for decoration has now become an outlet for Ben Shiyari's anger.
For a moment, the sound of breaking porcelain came from the big tent, mixed with Ben Shiyali's angry shouts, which gave people a sense of hysteria.
The Mongolian soldiers guarding the perimeter of the tent listened expressionlessly to the sounds coming from the tent. It was obvious that they were accustomed to such scenes.
Yes, although they were pro-soldiers of the Khan's camp, their allegiance was not to the Great Khan Benshiyari, but to the wise and wise Grand Master.
The only thing a Mongol Khan with no real power could do was to vent his anger by smashing everything in his tent.
This is not surprising, anyway, the Grand Master always collects all kinds of rare treasures and puts them in the sweat tent for the Khan to smash and play with.
About half an hour passed, and the voices in the sweat tent suddenly stopped.
Several Han women with scars all over their bodies walked into the tent timidly and began to clean up the mess in the tent.
The sound stopped, but it didn't mean that Ben Shiyari's anger had dissipated, it just meant that there was nothing to smash in the big tent.
But the problem is not big. As long as these Han women enter the big tent and let him vent, his anger will quickly dissipate.
As for the fact that he always killed a few Han women in the process, it was normal. Most of those Han women were kidnapped from the Ming Kingdom border in the south. Their only purpose was to vent his anger to the Great Khan.
Sure enough, after a while, the Han woman's begging for mercy and the sound of sweating breathing could be heard in the big tent.
After another half hour, several Han women cleaned up the tent and dragged the body of a companion out of the tent.
The faces of these women were all numb. Even though they were dragging their own compatriots, they showed no tenderness at all. Even though the dead woman's lower body was still bleeding, they still threw the body on the grassland without hesitation. The gray wolf gnaws.
To rest in peace, no matter whether it is the dead woman or the living women, they will not make such unreasonable and extravagant wishes.
On the grassland, the best outcome for them is to be eaten by wolves and dogs after death.
As for the more miserable ones, even if they die, their bodies will be humiliated by a group of Tatars in turn. What is even more miserable is that they will become food in the mouths of the Tatars.
The voices in the sweat tent fell silent.
I don’t know how much time passed before a group of Tatar soldiers pushed a cart of porcelain, gold and silverware into the tent.
This was in preparation for the Khan's next tantrum.
Because the Great Khan always loses his temper, less and less porcelain, gold and silverware are sent into the big tent every time.
At first, it was still pulled by a convoy, then it became carried by horses, and then it was pushed in by small carts.
The next day, the curses of the Great Khan were indeed heard from the big tent again, but this time the object of the curses had changed from Abuji'an to Arutai, and occasionally Mahamu's name was also mixed in.
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Chen Kan was speculating on Ben Shiyali's living conditions. As a qualified kidnapper, Chen Kan naturally had to consider what kind of living conditions the person he wanted to kidnap was currently living in.
Then Chen Kan started to deduce all the way.
Finally, when approaching the Onen River, Chen Kan got the results of the deduction.
Four words: "The water is in dire straits."
That's right, Chen Kan was sure that Ben Shiyari was living in dire straits and it was time for them to save him.
As for why he came to this conclusion, Li Rang made inferences based on the psychology of Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty after referring to the fact that Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty lived under Cao Cao's lust at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Let me ask, how can a puppet be willing to be just a puppet, or a puppet who can command the world?
Just like Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, didn't he want to revive the Han Dynasty?
No, he thought, but he was a puppet, and the military and political power was in Cao Cao's hands, so he had no chance.
He must have hated Cao Cao very much, but he had to make peace with Cao Cao, because otherwise, not only would he not be able to revive the Han Dynasty, but his life would not even be guaranteed.
Based on the lessons learned by Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, Chen Kan could easily deduce Ben Shiyali's living conditions.
If we say that when this plan was just made, everyone was still immersed in the great achievement of capturing Ben Shiyali.
So when Chen Kan guessed Ben Shiyali's mental state, everyone was thinking about how to save him from dire straits.
Apart from anything else, he could only remain on the grassland as a puppet Khan who wanted status but no status, power but no power, and could be stepped on by anyone.
But it was different in the Ming Dynasty. He could be the Duke of An Le, or the Marquis of Gui Yi. As long as he could dance, he could have beautiful wives, beautiful maids, glory and wealth at his fingertips.
Didn't you see that Jieli Khan lived in dire straits on the grasslands in the early Tang Dynasty? After arriving in Chang'an, he became the leader of the Song and Dance Ensemble of the Tang Dynasty. He was a model of both fame and fortune.
So, with the eagerness to save Benshiyari from the dire straits and heat, everyone came to the foot of a hill near the Onen River and started to camp.
After running for days and nights, they finally saw the Kent Mountains shrouded in mist. A group of people were very excited.
Because this means that they are one step closer to their plan to rescue the Mongolian Khan Benshiyari.
The soldiers were camping, but Chen Kan was looking at Kent Mountain a hundred miles away with burning eyes.
Kent Mountain is a giant mountain range on the Mongolian Plateau, which can well block the cold and humid air from the north. At the same time, because the Onen River flows to the west of Kent Mountain, it is definitely a chosen place with rich water and grass.
Otherwise, after the Tatars withdraw from the Central Plains, they will not place their sweat tents here.
It was the unique climate here that allowed the Tatars to recover in a short period of time, giving them the confidence to confront the newly rising Ming Empire.
According to the cross talk formula, at this moment, there should be praise.
So Zhou Shi consciously put himself in a position of admiration, approached Chen Kan and asked curiously: "Master Hou, what are you looking at?"
Chen Kan looked away from Kent Mountain and said calmly: "I think it would be a pity if such a beautiful mountain was burned down by fire."
Zhou Shisha nodded matter-of-factly: "Indeed, Kent Mountain is the most beautiful when it's lush and green."
Cheng Feng, who was on the side, heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but scratch his head and said: "But it will soon enter late autumn, and Kent Mountain will turn yellow. Besides, the grass on the grassland will grow back next year if it is burned."
Hearing Cheng Feng's embarrassing words, Chen Kan and Zhou Shi immediately turned their heads and glared at him: "I want you to talk more."
After being choked by the two of them, Cheng Feng looked away a little aggrieved.
Fortunately, he also knew that Chen Kan didn't like him very much recently, so he stopped disturbing the scenery.
Seeing the person who ruined the scenery disappear, Chen Kan continued to sigh: "The wildfire will not burn it out, but the spring breeze will blow it again."
Zhou Shi nodded: "We burned Kent Mountain this year and used plant ash as fertilizer. Next year, the mountain will be rich in water and grass. We have done a good deed."
