Yanghewei, the mouth of the Great Wall.

After passing through the dangerous road of Xiongshan, his eyes were full of sight and felt tents were tugging around the sky. Ma Fang said that it was Altan's 100,000 troops stationed outside the Great Wall. It had been three months since Hannag's south.

Ma Fang's armor had been rusted by Lian Yue's sweat. Her clothes were covered with stains caused by indescribable effects. Her hair and beard were chaotic and her cheeks were smudged. Her eyes were extremely sharp. She pressed her hands on her waist with a sabre of aristocratic sabres outside the border with different styles of swords on her waist. Looking at the soldiers and horses outside the border, she looked like Chen Mu couldn't say anything.

Is it a warning and seriousness, or pretending to be relaxed, or just the normal expression of this frontier veteran, Chen Mu didn't know.

"The holy lion outside the border panicked, and he was frightened by China day and night to harm his grandson."

Ma Fang did not rely on his seniority. Although Chen Mu was young and dissatisfied, Ma Fang was not right to the people. He raised his hand and pointed to the distance and said, "Altan will not raise troops even if he has sent 100,000 troops; now you are here, I know him, put Han Naji back and exchanged with Zhao Quan and others, he will still not raise troops."

If someone else said this, Chen Mu would not believe it, but this came from Ma Fang's mouth, Chen Muxin was 70% true.

The person who knew Altan the best in the Ming Dynasty was Ma Fang, because he lived with Altan for twelve years, killed tigers with his slaves, and saved Altan, becoming one of the best warriors in the Mongolian camp. He followed Altan to fight south and north, and was well aware of the ways of fighting among the Mongolian tribes and internal weaknesses.

In other words, the white-haired famous general in front of him has been between serving Altan and fighting Altan all his life.

"It's hard to imagine, huh? The holy lion outside the border will be frightened for his grandson, but he does. He has a great face. When you see him after you go out, he will boast about martial arts to you. Don't worry, say whatever martial arts you have, and don't exaggerate or shy. He is like a lion and tiger. The more you are afraid, the more fierce he is." Ma Fang's voice was very thick, maybe there was something wrong with his nose, and there was a roar between his breath, "This is not a switch surrender, but a war promotes harmony."

"Mongolia is not as powerful as before in recent years. In the confrontation, the number of deaths and injuries of our enemies has become equal. No one has taken any real advantage. They will not want to continue fighting. Moreover, Wang Junmen should have told you."

Ma Fang had a complicated expression in her smile, and she slowly shook her head and said, "He doesn't know what Zhao Quan, who believes in the White Lotus, pretends to be a god and a ghost, means to him. Mongolia will eventually decline, decline... Since he replaced Han Naji to Zhao Quan, it is the beginning of his decline."

Chen Mu didn't understand Zhao Quan. Zhao Quan was just a cult leader. Is it so important to Altan and Mongolia?

But he empathized with Ma Fang's complex smile. Mongolia was very similar to Ma Fang, and some places like the Ming Dynasty to Chen Mu. They all had deep feelings for this country, but they were also witnessing its decline from prosperity. If Ma Fang said: Mongolia will eventually decline.

Chen Mu would also say: The Ming Dynasty will eventually decline.

Everything he did was just to save more people within his ability and fight for a breath. But saving the Ming Dynasty was not qualified, and no one could save the Ming Dynasty. Perhaps Zhang Juzheng could prolong his life, but when he was not here, all this was wiped out.

Chen Mu thought about this question, fortunately he was born in Jiajing and Longqing dynasties, not in the Chongzhen dynasties. If he were born in the Chongzhen dynasties, he would have gone to sea long ago.

It is difficult to save the nation and give up your life, but that is not the most difficult thing to accept.

After dying and saving the country, he was reported to the nine sides. He was pushed to the battlefield by the emperor's orders if he didn't cultivate his soldiers and armor. He was executed by Lingchi and was shared by the people. Which one would he choose? He would definitely choose to build a ship and go to sea to save a person.

Want to save his head when working for Emperor Chongzhen?

That's impossible, so the Ming Dynasty is now in a dead end, where is the death?

It’s not that if you leave tens of thousands of strong soldiers, they will eventually grow old; it’s not that you leave thousands of cannons and thousands of warships, it’s not that you can solve the problem of hundreds of millions of taels of silver.

No matter how big the family was left by Emperor Longqing, the Wanli Master would be defeated later. The emperor of the Yiyue, who was correcting the situation, died as soon as he said he would die. Tianqi used a wooden spoon to kill Xiong Tingbi. Eunuch Wei and Keshi intensified the conflicts with civil officials.

Finally, it was Emperor Chongzhen, who was like a wild dog and moved like a rooster, and he calculated that he had only a bunch of life-threatening cards left in his hand. He played it slowly. Who could stop him?

He empathized with Ma Fang's thoughts!

But Zhao Quan, what is that?

Chen Mu didn't say anything, but his disapproving expression had already conveyed this meaning to Ma Fang, which was very clear.

"Can General Chen know what Bansheng means?"

When Ma Fang mentioned this word, he said, "The wooden board rises, which is the place where the people outside the border are settled, called Bansheng; for thousands of years in the previous dynasty, China attacked the outside of the border north for countless thousands of years. When did the people settle outside the border, build houses and build a grand city?"

"It was Zhao Quan who advised Altan to accept the people from the north, build a large plate and promote the city in the Tumote tribe, create the ninth level of Changchao Hall, respect Altan as the emperor, and imitate Chinese etiquette." Ma Fang raised his eyebrows like a young man, "That was the 44th year of Jiajing. The sky was furious, and the hunting wind blew the beams, and Changchao Hall collapsed and killed Song Gen'er and other eight masterminds who planned to repair the city."

"Altan dared not live. Although Dabanshengcheng was stopped, the Han people settled their homes outside the border. General Chen knew what this meant? The offensive and defensive momentum was easy. When I was in Mongolia, the tribe on the wall could not even make a pot. Now they can make horse sabers and armor, which is no worse than ours. They plant wheat and melons. This is because Zhao Quan. Because the city walls are made of green bricks. In Mongolian language, the city is called Qingcheng, so it should be read like this."

Ma Fang took a deep breath and her eyes turned from Chen Mu, full of shock to the outside world, "That's a person that cannot be underestimated. You must participate in this matter with full authority, let Altan agree to the exchange and bring Zhao Quan and the others back."

"My cavalry is below, and there are also hundreds of households Bao Chongde. He knows border affairs very well. If he helps you, everything will be fine."

He thought Chen Mu was shocked by Zhao Quan's actions, not.

Chen Mu's face recovered from shock, and he pursed his lips with a strange smile and nodded indescribable way, "I will bring him back."

The blue city Ma Fang just mentioned, Hohhot.

The pronunciation is different, but Chen Mu is sure that this is what he is talking about.

Very interesting.

Under the city gate, Ma Fang's more than a hundred cavalry teams were jammed in armor. The men and horses were angry and breathed out. Chen Mu wrapped his fur tightly and turned over the horse. Long Junxiong, who had his waist and hips, was about to get on the horse. Chen Mu, whose pipe was lit, raised his hand to stop him.

"Just send it here and open the city gate."

It was cold and the water stains beside the city gates were dark yellow in color, like the color of the eyeballs that were soon to die.

Chen Mu stepped on his horse and hummed the meaningless tone of Guangdong in a somewhat nervous manner. He turned his eyes to the Governor Wang Chonggu who was walking to see him, the Governor Fang Fengshi, the General of Datong Ma Fang and others, and the people who were serving wine to see him off from behind, raised their whips and pointed at Bao Chongde, saying, "He guided me, so let's go."

"A hundred thousand soldiers, even if a hundred horses are riding alone, it is better to put the wine down and drink it back."
Chapter completed!