Lin Danhan's efforts were failed again and again. With the help of his eight concubines, Lin Danhan soon realized that he had become a lonely man.

The tribes around either had already cast their way to the Jurchens, or had their heads and rats, or were full of hostility towards the Chahars.

This is true for all tribes, without exception.

After the failure of the last Eastern Expedition to Korqin, Lin Danhan had no way out.

He seemed to be a traveler falling in the mud, struggling and shouting again and again, but could not find any hope of getting out of trouble, and of course he could not come with any help.

During the reign of Lin Dankhan's father and grandfather, although Altan Khan was also the time when Altan Khan was strong, the place where the Golden Khan tent was still a holy place in the hearts of the Mongols. At that time, the Fried Flowers, the Mobei tribes and the Korqin tribes all cooperated with the Chaha people, and the Mongols had an absolute advantage in strategy.

In just a few decades, with Lin Danhan's struggle and efforts, the strategic space of the Chahar people has become zero, and there is no possibility of cooperation or conquest in the east.

The only hope is to move westward, unite with the Red Cult forces in the west, and occupy Qingcheng, and order Ordos and the Takui.

But the difference from history is the emergence of Hutchison. Zhang Han's appearance caused great changes on the grassland. The central line was firmly in the hands of the Shang army. Lin Danhan and his subordinates could not break through even if they tried their best.

Under such circumstances, the eastward advance to eliminate Korqin became Lin Danhan’s only hope before continuing to move westward.

If Zhang Han did not go on a large-scale battle at this time, the Jurchens would come with determination in a very short time, and Lin Danhan could only trap beasts and fight, and both sides would quickly consume each other's strength until the winner was decided.

According to the ideas of many people in Hutchison, it is better to force Lin Danhan to go east. Whether it is fighting Korqin or fighting with the Jurchens, it is a joy to see it happen.

Before fighting with the Jurchens, it would be good to ask Lin Danhan to consume the opponent's strength.

However, Zhang Han has lost his patience. Nuerhaci will die in the sixth year of the Apocalypse. Zhang Han’s most important opponent, Huang Taiji, has stepped onto the stage. It is not an exaggeration to be careful about this person.

Zhang Han would definitely not lead the Hutchison to Liaodong. Keeping Liaodong would involve a large amount of power from the Ming Dynasty. Not taking the initiative to attack the Ming Dynasty does not mean that you cannot plan the future now, but Zhang Han would not raise tigers to suffer. First, optimize his strategic attitude as much as possible. The entire grassland and Guangning are integrated into one. Huang Taiji could not break this situation even if he was destined to do so. If he had the ability to lead the Eight Banners soldiers all the way, Zhang Han would also recognize it.

Zhang Han has the ability to do everything he thinks. Since he really thinks clearly, he decides to do it. No one can influence or influence his decision. The current war finally began according to Zhang Han's idea.

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"Give me a close to you, the bottom three are behind, and one person is five whips at night."

Zhang Xianzhong, who once again shaved his beard, was full of energy and had a very unique military temperament. He rode a horse on the far left side of this cavalry team, constantly cheering everyone up, and threatening those cavalry who felt tired due to long-distance riding, his movements became slower and slower, and even wanted to slow down his horse to rest for a while.

Unlike what an amateur thinks, riding a horse is also a physical job, and it consumes people's physical fitness considerably.

The legs and waist must be constantly exerted, and the horse moves up and down, and the hands must be constantly moving. If you ride a horse for a day, people will feel sore waist and legs, and they will be very tired.

Only the Mongolians have long been used to living on horseback. Their horse riding movements are not described as skillful, but are elevated to an art.

They can save every effort and even sleep on horseback, which is really too difficult for the Han people.

The merchant army who could become hunters and lancers had some riding skills in the past, otherwise they would not be able to handle the hard work of long-distance raids and wars, nor would they take good care of their own war horses.

What we saw was the soldiers of the Dragoon. They only conducted riding exercises in batches for more than a year, and their requirements for them were not as strict as those of the Lancers and Hunters. They only had to control their horses and move forward and rush forward.

Caring for war horses is also a big knowledge. For those who have never ridden or cared for war horses before, this also consumes a lot of energy.

The only thing that makes people feel relieved and grateful is that these Dragoons are all good young men with strong will and excellent physical fitness. Their physical fitness is the foundation laid by long-term hard training. In addition, the daily meat and eggs make their physical functions stronger and more resilient than their peers of this era.

The long-distance marching caused their will to be loose and their morale was a little sluggish. However, under the leadership of an experienced company-level sergeant and military officer like Zhang Xianzhong, the morale was not at all low.

Zhang Xianzhong used many methods such as telling jokes, saying dirty jokes, and adding threats.

Some non-commissioned officers and officers lead teams like to rush on the road in a solemn manner, and they can only rush on horses and neighing the horses, and no other sounds are allowed.

The army led by Zhang Xianzhong also has his own obvious style, unrestrained and scattered, but it is as sharp as a knife. It is no worse than any friendly army on the way, and it is even much stronger.

At the moment when the entire Hutchison Merchants Army was mobilized, Zhang Xianzhong and several small-scale troops were ordered to go north from the station in the old Zhongdu area.

As the headquarters slowly moved forward, several small cavalry teams had already passed through the former Kalaqin land and marched towards the northeast of Angulinao.

It is a thousand miles away from the Erlianhot area in later generations to Outer Mongolia, and you have to pass through the Gobi area in Outer Mongolia. Fortunately, there is a road.

The cavalry first rushed on the avenue between the various trests and military forts. The speed was very fast and they had to travel at least a hundred miles a day.

Their war horses were quite fat, and even in Anguli Nao, they still replaced all horses. The military commander had already ordered the garrison here. Although they were ordered to advance eastward, they still prepared enough war horses and sufficient supplies for these teams.

After entering the Gobi area, we continued to go northeast. After about five or six hundred miles, we saw a winding river flowing.

Reeds and water plants make everyone feel refreshed. Of course, what makes people even more happy is that there are mountains and dense forests not far away. It is already mid-spring. The forest is green, and many trees have already sprouted new branches and buds, which look green.

Under the supervision of Zhang Xianzhong and others, this cavalry team of more than 300 people continued to rush forward and stopped by the river in the evening.

Everyone dismounted the horse and took care of their own war horses first, and then tied them up. The officers sent out a ward to guard the guards. There were no accompanying cooks. The soldiers raised the bonfires themselves, fetched water from the river to boil, and ate dry food with hot water for dinner.

Zhang Xianzhong did not eat first. He sat by the river and took off his boots, soaked his two smelly feet in the river water and rubbed them.

Many people do this. Although it is not walking, everyone knows that soaking feet at night is very helpful for restoring fatigue. It is best to soak them in hot water. However, no one of the tired people wants to soak their feet in hot water again, so they follow suit and soak their feet in a less cold river water, which is a fast-flowing river water to restore their fatigue.

"I went from northern Shaanxi to Sichuan, from Sichuan to Gansu, from Jingji to Yongping, and then to Baoding. I walked thousands of miles in ten years and passed hundreds of prefectures and counties. I felt that our Ming Dynasty was too big. As a result, the Mongolian territory was even bigger. It was really a ferocious disaster for him to suffer from the plague."

A burst of laughter came from all around.

Zhang Xianzhong's unrestrained style of laughter has long been known. This sergeant leader who came from Zhang Han has no airs and never regards himself as a close minister of the emperor.

Although many people know that Zhang Han likes this rough guy very much, he chats with this rough guy on the way back to Qingcheng when he is fine. He is often amused by Lao Zhang. The people and things around Zhang Han will always receive attention. Later, Zhang Xianzhong was retained for a while. Generally, military officers and officers are powerful people with both virtue and intelligence, such as Zhang Shixiong and Li Gui, but Zhang Xianzhong is a rough guy who doesn't know a lot of big words, and his retention is regarded as an anomaly.

Not long after, Zhang Xianzhong was sent out, but the identity of the attendant was still retained, which was considered an extradition task, which made the officers a little afraid of Lao Zhang.

It was not a good feeling for such a close minister of the emperor to appear in front of him with the Shang Fang sword. Fortunately, Zhang Xianzhong had no airs and did not interfere with the upper class. He only used his identity as a sergeant commander. He was indeed a very competent sergeant commander... This is not surprising. How could he be a sergeant commander in the hunting cavalry?

Whether it is battlefield experience, management of soldiers, control of rhythm, or even rest time, it sets an example, which makes the officers almost useless and do their own duties well.

An excellent sergeant commander can be called an officer with nothing to do. I don’t know which senior executive of the Shang regiment army said this, but judging from the performance of an excellent sergeant commander like Zhang Xianzhong, it is obvious that this is true.

In the laughter, Zhang Xianzhong said seriously: "We and Ji have to eat up such a large territory, and we have to do this for Lord Zhang!"

"Of course." A soldier said as a matter of course: "We are all for Lord Zhang when we join the army."

"Brothers are from northern Shaanxi?"

"Of Shenmu Castle!"

"I'm from Dingbian."

"We've known this a long time ago." The northern Shaanxi soldiers of Shenmu Fort smiled and said, "You are a celebrity in the army, from Dingbian, you can do it if you come from northern Shaanxi."

"What's wrong with it?" Zhang Xianzhong slapped the soldier of the Shenmu and smiled affectionately: "I have good luck and have made contributions to the hunting cavalry, and I'll be promoted quickly."

Shen Mubing said disapprovingly: "It's because you have the ability. Everyone else is convinced, so we can also obey you."

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