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The tribes were all gathered together, and on the banks of the Selenge River, people gathered by the river, drinking horses, talking and laughing, and laughing everywhere and the neighing of horses.

The war is very good at this time, but Tuhan feels comforted.

The herd will not delay the herd. At this time, the herd is easy to release, and both women and children can do well. There is no elderly person. As long as the man who can ride a horse has white hair and hair, he will not delay anything. It is probably not a month before the battle is over. Autumn has not yet begun. It is time for the busy season to begin after autumn. At that time, the battle has been over.

Everyone has absolute confidence. According to the reports of many whistle cavalry, there were only more than 5,000 Han troops passing by the Selenge River along the valley, and a large convoy of cars landed thousands of miles away. Sometimes the Han troops had to slow down, let go of the whistle cavalry, and drove away the whistle cavalry of the roostle cavalry. The top leaders of the tribe did not care about this. This was a normal reaction. Five years ago, they felt similar when they fought with the Khalkha Khan.

That time, Tu Han's army lost, but nothing happened. The tribe's vitality was not damaged, and everyone's spirit was still very high.

The three Khalkha tribes won by the crowd, and they were not glorious, but the Tushi department did not admit defeat. During the years of migration, the Tushi department was so overwhelmed by the Kushi department that it was rumored that the various departments were going to fight the Kushi Khan again. The upper class was considering moving south. At this moment, Han people attacked, but the top leaders of the Kushi Khan tribe knew why.

"It's really despicable." An old Taiji said with a spit on his face: "I gave up the dignity and pride of the Mongols and asked the Han people to come forward to fight for them. What did they think?"

"I heard that this Han army is still very strong, and the Sanhan tribe was afraid to fight back. But there were too few people coming here. Five thousand people dared to attack us. I really don't take the Mongols seriously."

"They really thought they were very strong after defeating the Tumots."

"The Tumot tribe became weaker after Altan Khan's death!"

A leader of the army suppressed his excitement and gently moved his horse's head to Quetu Khan, asking for instructions: "Shan, the distance is only twenty miles. If you want to fight, you have to arrange the formation."

The distance of more than ten or twenty miles is just enough to line up the formation today. Since all of them were dispatched, nearly 50,000 cavalrymen were huge challenges and tests when operating. It took a lot of effort to maintain the army. The Mongolians were not good at this. They still shot whistle arrows to determine the scope of camping according to the old traditions of the year. Due to the warm weather, it was too troublesome to build felt bags. Almost everyone slept in the open air. Fortunately, people did not lack fur, and just put them under their bodies as paving covers to block the dew.

"Let's set up the formation." But Tuhan took a deep breath. Although he was not as optimistic as his subordinates, he felt that he would win by defeating 5,000 people, but at this point, he could not help but retreat.

"Father Khan." Asarlan, the eldest son of Quetu Khan, approached and said, "In the battle tomorrow, I want to lead my troops as the pioneer."

Asarland was only fourteen years old, but he had been in the army for many years. This was the case with the Mongolians. His son started to learn horse riding as soon as he could. When he could ride a horse, he could learn archery as soon as he was ten years old. Although he could not shoot wolf and eagle before he was strong enough, he could shoot yellow sheep, rabbit, marten, fox, and hunting beasts without any problems. Unlike Han teenagers, who were in their teens, he had just been a half-worker in the farmland. For the Mongolians, fourteen years old, he was a serious warrior.

This battle was related to the life and death of the Quetu Khan tribe, so the eldest son of the fourteen-year-old Khan must also be in the team. However, Asarlan's subordinates were the most elite of the tribe, that is, the heavy cavalry on the battlefield of the Southern Army. Quetu Khan knew very well what the key to the war was. In addition to most of his subordinates, a small number of armored soldiers were equipped as many armor as possible, and even wearing real iron armor. Although the number was not large, there were only two thousand people in total, and nearly half of them were divided into the South Road. The remaining more than 1,000 people, plus the personal guards around Dahan had a total of more than 2,000 cavalry and armored soldiers. This was the elite who had made a final decision on the battlefield, and it was also the elite among the elites who were planning to go south to support Lin Dankhan in the future.

Of course, this part of the soldiers and horses, Tuhan, would not be handed over to those who could not trust them, and could only be led by his own son.

Asarland did not call out Ketu Khan either. This young man was brave in fighting, open-minded and generous, and had a ruling style. Although the young man at this time had not yet had the glory of expedition to Lhasa, nor was he as depressed by Gushi Khan, he was already quite mature and experienced, and had a brave style from the inside out.

Somehow, Tuhan felt a little sad. He waved his hand and the close servants on both sides were far away. Tuhan said to Asarlan: "We may not win tomorrow..."

"Father Khan?"

"The Han army from the Ming Dynasty was not the border troops of the Ming Dynasty. They were stronger and stronger. Lin Danhan wanted to move westward. We had already made an appointment last year. I said it was the Khan, but in fact it was Taiji, one of the ten thousand households. Lin Danhan was the real Khan of our Mongols. However, the 100,000 tribes led by Lin Danhan last year were blocked by these Han troops and could not get through at all. We can claim that the Han army was blocking the death to stop it, but as far as I know it was not, they did not really contribute... They had the strength to send hundreds of people to fight Chechen Khan to surrender to the alliance. We have always claimed that the Han people are cowardly, but at least the Han people in front of us are not cowardly."

Quetuhan's hard face showed a confused expression. With his life experience and the concept of accepting since childhood, it was difficult for him to accept what he said now.

Asarland was even more difficult to accept, and the boy's face turned red.

"The Heshuot people have been competing with us for ranch, but..." Quetu Khan said in a low voice: "Now the Heshuot people have been squeezed by the Junggar people. They will go west sooner or later. If we lose this battle tomorrow, then you run to the Heshuot people and follow them all the way west. There are also big forces like the Weila people. They can gather hundreds of thousands of people at will, just like when we were altan Khan. Although the Han people are strong now, there are few people and the road is too far. If you take our good guys there, you will have a world. Maybe you will do better than me now."

"Father Khan..."

"Don't worry." Seeing his son's face full of worry, Tuhan laughed loudly: "We Mongolia are good at long-distance rushing and are flexible in riding and shooting. It is possible for the Han people to win us, but it is difficult to cover us. Now you go and learn how to arrange a camp with your elders. I'll watch here."

"Yes, Father Khan!"

The young man's emotions were like dark clouds, and a gust of wind blew away. Asarlan led his personal guards to the front. The Taiji people who had experienced experienced were lined up there. According to the information of the whistle cavalry, the Han army is now more than twenty miles apart, and the array is lined up here. After the camp is set up, the camp can be fought tomorrow morning. If it becomes a stalemate, the distance of about ten miles can allow the soldiers to leave the battlefield, and then return to the camp to recover from fatigue and treat injuries.

All the herders and armored soldiers moved forward under the dispatch of the flag. Each of them was like a large cloud covering the sky and the sun. Everyone had excellent riding skills. Under the dispatch, they quickly rushed to the designated camping point and stopped.

Some people set up wooden fences outside, and the Mongolians also set up camps, but they were relatively rough and sparse.

Everyone was busy like a worker bee until the sun shadow slanted westward.

The herdsmen began to light bonfires and sat around, and some people sang melodious pastoral songs.

People warmed up goat's milk, ate cheese or jerky, and some people fell asleep early in the singing.

Before dark, the whistle cavalry discovered a considerable number of whistle cavalry in the Shang regiment, of course, which was also composed of hunting cavalry. The people of the Quetu Khan tribe saw the whistle cavalry chasing for the first time. Unfortunately, the whistle cavalry on their side was defeated. Hundreds of whistle cavalry were chasing back and forth on the vast grassland. People saw the cavalry going round and forth, the Mongolian cavalry began to shoot arrows, and then heard the sound of guns. One after another, the cavalry of the Quetu Khan tribe was caught off guard. Then they were driven farther and farther away. The firearms of the red-robed soldiers seemed to be endless, and the people were beaten up, so they could not raise their heads. The whistle cavalry could only avoid them from afar and were driven farther away.

The next thing was even more frustrating. The red-robed soldiers rescued the injured soldiers who were dismissed on their side, and at the same time began to kill the injured sergeant of the Quetu Khan tribe with muskets or sabers. Without hesitation, without mercy, the killing continued. Soon dozens of injured soldiers were all solved. Then the red-robed soldiers retreated calmly, leaving only the bodies on the ground.

Seeing this scene was a serious blow to many people in the Khan tribe. For the first time, they found that their proud riding skills were not that sharp. The other party's riding skills might be a little worse, but their cooperation was better. The firearms in their hands were more sharp and they had the upper hand when attacking each other. Most of them were a little depressed. The camp was full of failure. Later, the Taiji people came out to encourage morale and repeatedly emphasized that the Red Painting Army was originally the most elite part of these Han troops. If they fought, the Red Painting Army would be quickly overwhelmed by tens of thousands of troops. After this encouragement, the morale would return to these herdsmen.

Everyone gradually fell asleep under the night sky, the bonfire burned out, and there was a snoring everywhere. Asarlan led his people to patrol for the last time. He rode out of the camp and galloped up a hill more than ten miles away. This was very adventurous. There might be Han military rangers at night, but the young man Taiji insisted on doing this. He looked out from under the starry sky, and there was a very wide military camp several miles away. It could be seen that the military camp was not very big, but under the moonlight, it was very strict.

The small square camps were connected together, and burning fires were everywhere. The camp tents were arranged in extremely neatly like triangles. In the middle of the night, there were still teams of soldiers holding lanterns patrolling the camp, and they heard the slogans of military orders from time to time. Only then did Asarlan realize that he was really a rogue. Such an army could not have no sentry detectives on the periphery. He left with the people carefully and did not dare to stay.
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