When the Star of Qi completely disappeared into the sky and the red light of the sun reflected from the east, illuminating the large clouds into the red morning glow, all the soldiers in the camp had used up their breakfast, packed up their horses, tied up their bellybands, and everyone was full of energy and ready to set off.

Several staff officers unfolded the map and marked the route forward with red lines.

From Anguli Nao to Barhu Grassland, to the southern foot of the Greater Xing'an Mountains, and along the Zhaer River to Mudali Mountain Wei, the entire route is from southwest to northeast, and then turns to the southeast, forming a very large circle.

On the route map, there is also the marching route of the main force's Third Regiment. After the latest Tangma report, the marching route has been re-identified. Now the main force has arrived at the Barhu Grassland, which is the Hu, Lun, Bei, and Er Grasslands in later generations.

It is really difficult to mark routes on the vast grasslands. Unlike the Han people, every mountain, every river, every village, every town, every city, every military fort, and even a fire road pier can be used as a sign.

The distance between each city has been calculated thousands of times, without any error.

On the grassland, you can often ride a horse and run for a day or two and you won’t see anyone, let alone market towns and villages.

There is only a meadow, an endless grassland without changes.

It’s the same scenery for a day, but it’s the same for ten days.

Only after walking for half a month or even twenty or thirty days can different natural styles such as sand, Gobi, mountains, and woodland appear.

In addition to the highly consistent natural environment, there are also no decent villages.

Since the map is difficult to identify, I simply think of a solution.

A supply and maintenance point is thirty miles apart along the route. You can simply use thirty miles northwest, ninety miles, one hundred and fifty miles, or thirty, sixty, ninety, and twenty miles southeast to calculate the distance and distance.

Now the main force of the army has reached the southeast of 30, which is where the advance team entered the southern foot of the Daxinganling along the upper reaches of the Zhaer River. The advance team walked through the dense forest for many days before they came out. It is estimated that the army would take at least ten days to reach the boundary where they first entered the Korqin grassland.

In other words, if you calculate the itinerary, the main force will arrive for more than ten days.

"The city of Grejurgen is less than two hundred miles south of us." A staff member gritted his teeth and said, "The number of herders and armored soldiers has increased recently, with an estimated number of about five or six thousand people, and has been circling dozens of miles away. It is estimated that more herders and armored soldiers will gather a hundred miles away."

Another staff officer said: "Based on the information obtained from the Military Information Department over the years, the Korqin people can gather about 30,000 people and 2,000 soldiers in a short period of time. The rest are herders, and their combat effectiveness is extremely low."

"Korqin is the majority." Zhang Xianzhong frowned and said, "The small tribes nearby, including the Barhu people and the Soren people along the river, are all bullied by them. Is it just that little strength?"

The staff officer who expanded the picture smiled and said, "The tribes have to do their best to fight enemies, and the herdsmen also work hard. If they win, the mountains, rivers, and pastures are all their own, and life will be comfortable. If they lose, they have to hide further and further away. The good pastures are occupied by others. The Korqin people were not originally in this area, but now they occupy a large area of ​​territory, which is not considered waste. But it is not a tribe fighting for pastures, involving the entire tribe, but only fighting against foreign countries. All Taiji wants to retain their strength, and the herdsmen are unwilling to work hard. This is also true."

Another staff officer thought, "During the Wanli period, several tribes of the Korqin people sent troops, as well as various divisions of the Haixi Jurchen tribes, fought with the Jianzhou tribe. The main reason was that they were afraid that the Jianzhou tribe would come to grab the territory. As a result, they admitted defeat, lost sincerity and made friends, which was also considered as knowing the current affairs."

"Just be sure of the current affairs." Zhang Xianzhong touched his chin and said with a smile: "I'm afraid they will be stubborn to the end."

"So," said Baerhu Qianhu, who was standing beside him, and said, "Are you planning to do it directly?"

"What?" Zhang Xianzhong squinted his eyes: "Are you scared, are you coward?"

"Scared?" Several thousand households laughed together.

During this period, Zhang Xianzhong was like a piano player who regulated the strings. Under his conditioning, the morale of the entire five foreign cavalrymen not only did not decline due to the arduous march, but instead increased day by day.

There are thousands of elite cavalry, hundreds of hunting cavalrymen, and a squadron's artillery firepower output, so this battle can certainly be fought.

"The destiny is Lord Zhang!" Zhang Xianzhong had been running around for more than half a month. The bearded man had grown up long ago, with a curly beard all over his face, and he looked no better than those savages.

At this time, Zhang Xianzhong stepped on the war horse, his face flushed, and said loudly to everyone: "Don't talk about the Korqin people, Chahar people, and Jurchen people. All the tribes on this land should be ruled by us, Lord Zhang. This is destiny, reincarnation every few hundred years, it is impossible to be wrong. You, follow me to kill those who are dissatisfied, follow me to burn their felt bags, snatch their herds, kill those who dare to resist, occupy their pastures, and all the land belongs to our Lord Zhang. Let's live a good life together, and there will be endless food and endless meat!"

After Zhang Xianzhong finished speaking, his expression was almost crazy!

These days, the gangsters who have been trained by him have also howled and roared.

These are some of the savages. Although they received military training from Hutchison and obtained good equipment, they are still the savage tribes who are fishing and hunting by the river.

Strength, killing, looting, these are things in their bones, and it will be impossible to change for a while.

Perhaps after two or three generations, their descendants will become part of the Chinese civilization. But now, these savages are just savages outside the Chinese civilization, which are bathed in the south with no hair tattoos. To put it bluntly, their status in the Chinese civilization circle is probably far from that of foreign countries like North Korea and Japan.

Zhang Xianzhong pulled out his treasure knife and roared: "Kill, follow me to kill!"

"kill!"

Na Mucuo, Baerhu and others also drew their swords and roared together. Thousands of people waved the swords in their hands, and the cold light flashed under the morning light.

"This is the damn old Zhang." An officer from the military commander shook his head and smiled: "No wonder the lord let him come here to do such an errand. It really feels like a leader."

"This is a great person." A veteran adviser praised: "Fortunately, it's for the sake of the adults."

"Yes." Another officer nodded and said, "I am full of talents and I, maybe as Zhang Xianzhong said, this is the destiny, and the destiny should be on Lord Zhang."

The cavalry had begun to surge forward, with thousands of war horses trampling on the ground, the grass trembling, and many rains on the ground were not absorbed by the earth. Under the trampling of horse hooves, water droplets fluttering upwards, and a beautiful water curtain was formed among the cavalry group.

All the members of the advance team also began to move. Nearly 6,000 cavalry were divided into five large columns, each column had a command of the Hutchison officers. The thousand cavalrymen cooperated with the instructions, and thousands of cavalrymen began to gallop towards the city of Grejurgen.

...

"Is this here to welcome us?" Zu Kefa was stunned when he saw the large number of herder cavalry teams like dark clouds in front of him, and was stunned for a while.

There are indeed too many people. Large areas of cavalry, hundreds or thousands of people are riding horses on the grassland. In fact, most of them are herders, but they are good at riding and shooting with bows and arrows, holding iron spears, and riding and shooting. Shepherds are even natural cavalry.

At least, Han farmers who have been working in the fields all their lives and have only contact with kitchen knives and hoes are definitely much stronger.

Also without any military training, the family qualities of herdsmen must be higher than those of Han farmers, so there is no need to doubt too much.

Large-scale cavalry occupied a huge area, and there was almost no side to see at first sight.

The originally green grassland was occupied by gray and black.

It is already late spring, and the weather is warm. Large areas of turf have escaped the residual snow and dead grass in winter. From a little bit of new green to a few days, green occupied the entire grassland. The skyline in the distance has rejuvenated green forests. In such a picturesque place, there are dark cloud-like cavalry communities. In the gray and black of the herdsmen, silver armor shines, and the weapons in the hands of the cavalry are shining with cold light, like starlight is constantly flashing.

"At least 30,000 people." Cheng Benzhi was stunned, and after a while, he said: "No matter what, I don't think I'm here to welcome us."

A member of the escort smiled bitterly and said, "The Northern Barbarians have always been arrogant. How could they put forward such a big battle to welcome us?"

"Haji has come over?" Zu Kefa said with gratitude: "Fortunately we are still far away."

Zu Kefa, Cheng Benzhi and others were indeed far away, and they were at least five or six miles away from the large cavalry formation. Two days ago, they had informed the arrival of the Korqin people through the herdsmen, and the delegation continued to rush towards Glejurgen City.

Originally, there were several Mongolian guides in the team. They only knew the general direction. The grassland was vast and sparsely populated. In later generations, roads, towns, and large farming areas appeared. There were even quite modern cities, highways, railways, and airports. It was easy to use to locate and judge distances and directions.

In this era, even the Mongols who had been in and out of the grassland many times could only walk in the general direction. Some seazis and rivers may miss them if they remember a little bit wrong. If they have a difference of more than ten or twenty miles, they may never find their target again.

This time, the journey to Korqin did not take any detours. It saves time along the way, and there are also rivers or small lakes along the way.

The reason is also simple, there are too obvious marks of rut along the way.

Only then did Zu Kefa, Cheng Benzhi and others realize that Hutchison had been secretly traded with the Mongolians and Jurchens for many years, and the food exchanges actually formed obvious traces of ruts on the grassland!
Chapter completed!