"I must get revenge......" Asarlan whispered in a hateful whisper. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he saw the figure of his father Khan again, the blow of the past ten days made Chotu Khan lose his entire spirit, as a pampered Great Khan, but Tu Khan has never walked so far!

The Mongols began to ride horses from the moment they could walk, but Tu Khan was a descendant of nobles, although the Khalkha were not descendants of the Golden Family, but Tu Khan was born as a small Taiji, how could he have suffered so much?

Walking every day, it is impossible to make people walk with sweat on their backs, blisters on their feet, worn out and bleeding, and every morning when they get up and put on their boots, they are in pain, but no one sympathizes, the merchant soldiers just laugh and say that they are used to getting out of the cocoon, and a few hateful soldiers also take off their boots on the spot to show the Mongols.

Asarlan admitted that the other party's feet were indeed full of calluses, which showed that these Han soldiers did come out, but he did not have the slightest sense of identity, the Mongols should not walk, just like the Han people deserve to walk, he neither sympathized with and recognized those Han soldiers, nor did he feel better about the Mongols being forced to walk for so long, especially when he saw his father Khan forced to walk every day, every time he saw it, it made this Mongolian boy's heart twist.

After getting the supplies, the Han army walked faster, their steps were light, and the war horses were just carrying their firearms and light armor, plus the supplies on their backs, but Asarlan felt that the Han people walked more easily than the horses, and he doubted for the first time that the war horses were faster than the people, until a few days later he finally determined that these humanoid animals were indeed faster than the horses.

"This is the City of Trading."

After a few days, Asarran's wound was almost healed, he was not seriously injured, most of it was a skin injury, but only a few broken ribs, which was too easy for a young man, and after seven or eight days on a stretcher, it was almost healed.

At least he can now be carried up for a few miles, then lie down to rest and lighten the burden on the herders who have been carrying stretchers.

None of the Mongols has traveled such a long way, and almost everyone describes it as withered.

And the robes they wear are too thick, the weather is quite hot at noon, everyone is sweating, but most of them, including the shepherds, wear leather jackets, they are too short of cotton, and no one can spin, which leads to each of them wearing leather jackets, there has not been much trouble before, the summer of the Mongolian plateau is very short, the frost-free period is only a few months, the autumn of the Han people has begun to snow on the grassland, the spring of the Han people has not yet melted the snow on the grassland, even if it is summer, The weather in the morning and evening is also quite cool, even cold, as long as you avoid the hottest time in the middle of the day, there is nothing to wear in a jacket.

But now it is different, they wear thick leather jackets, they have to walk dozens of miles every day, everyone in the leather jackets are full of sweat at night, and when they come here, everyone is ragged, tired, embarrassed, hair knotted, face full of dust and sweat traces, many nobles are the same, they have never walked such a long road in their lives, have not been so embarrassed.

The city in front of it is almost shabu and the three views of Asarlan.

The Khan city of Chotu Khan was nothing more than a fenced felt bag, with a small temple that was the residence of the Red Lama, and nothing more. Chotu Khan and Asarran still lived in felt bags, but they were much larger than the shepherds.

In childhood, Asarlan and Chotu Khan went to Qingcheng, which was the holy city of the Mongols, Altan Khan is a legend, although he was not the co-lord of the Mongols, but Altan Khan had the same status as Dayan Khan, Tumen Khan and other Great Khans, far more than the current Lin Dan Khan. The city of Qingcheng, which was established by Altan Khan, is a sacred place in the hearts of the Mongols, and Asarlan still remembers the shock in his heart.

A city that rises suddenly on the Mangmang grassland, majestic, full of temples and splendid palaces, the guards on duty and the Taiji nobles who came to pay their respects, and those lamas and shepherds who walk endlessly, are simply the limit of what Asarlan can imagine.

And the city built by the Han people in front of him, I heard that it is only used for trade, even so, the scale has surpassed Qingcheng, obviously larger than Qingcheng, and it is built in a place like Mobei, you can imagine how many difficulties and manpower and material resources are facing, but the Han people have done it, but the Khan Department is not a completely barbaric place, Asarlan has long heard the news that the Han people built a city north of Kulun, it was originally a matter of several years, it seems that they have completed this initiative in a year.

At the city gate, a large number of camel caravans and Mongols with horses are entering and exiting the city gate, and on the eastern side of the city are large yurts, and at a distance you can see the spire of the great temple of Kulun, which is a steppe, and the vision is not hindered in any way, and you can see a considerable distance.

Because of this, all the captured Mongols felt even more shocked.

Not only the majestic city, but also a road that seems to lead to the sky, countless people and camels, and the kind of super large four-wheeled cart that goes back and forth from north to south, and the road is almost full of pedestrians, chariots and horses, walking on the way. The whole avenue is like an extremely thick blood vessel, connecting this emerging city in the north of the desert to an unknowable distance, a distance that these Mongolians have never thought of.

Unconsciously, some people shed tears, many old people have been here when they were young, there was no such scene at that time, the Khalkha Ministry has not been openly divided, each ministry is a whole, it is a 10,000 households that Dayan Khan is divided here, everyone is one, the herdsmen can visit each other, and they will also visit other tribes with Taiji, from east to west, stretching for thousands of miles are the pastures of the Khalkha people, in the period of Dayan Khan, the Great Khan also led everyone to fight away the Oirats together, and snatched the Tangnu Ulianghai back, At that time, the Mongols were reunited, the tribesmen flourished, and the pastures were covered with sheep-like flocks.

Everything has changed, there were also Han people at that time, but the number of Han people was very small, and most of them were barbarian merchants from the south, who came to sell goods, and the appearance of fear and caution is still fresh in people's memories.

Now it is all ruined, the Han people occupy Qingcheng, and they have all the way to Kulen, and this demonic new city has been built north of the glorious Buddhist temple, and the Mongols are still fighting among themselves, and everything is over.

Originally, many people still hoped that the existence of the Han people might be temporary, that everything might get better, that something would change, that maybe the three Khalkhakhans would change, that they would gather men and horses to rescue, and that they would fight to the death with the Han people, but when they saw the trading city and the north-south highway, their hopes were instantly shattered like soap bubbles.

Asarlan and Chotu Khan finally got together again, father and son were relatively silent, and the rest of the group of Taiji were also disgraced and dejected.

There was a drum beat at the head of the city, and the big drum stood on top of the tower, and someone saw the team here from a distance, and beat a huge war drum.

Now everyone turned their eyes, and the people who were slowly walking on the avenue stopped, the carriages and horses stopped, and the crowd gathered like ants, and rushed towards this direction.

Cavalry, brigades of cavalry swarmed from the city and outside, at least in the thousands.

Countless flags are dazzling, and the military flags are so many that people can't count them at all.

The knights wore bright cuirasses, and the eyes of the people pierced in the noon sun did not dare to look directly, and thousands of people were all wearing bright cuirasses, holding all kinds of weapons, lined up in neat queues, and controlled the horses in small steps with a calm and reserved momentum.

There were more and more people, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and everyone was sweating and exhausted, and the deterrence of these cuirassiers made the heart tremble.

But Tu Khan barely straightened his back, but his heart was inevitably shocked.

At first, I thought that the number of the merchant army was not much, only a few thousand, and it was indeed the case when the fight started, how could I see thousands of strong soldiers when I arrived here?

If he knew that the merchant army was so powerful, he might not dare to brazenly gather troops and horses to meet the battle, and it was very likely that he would flee directly with his tribesmen and herds.

If that's the case, of course, the end will be much stronger than it is now!

"Everybody's in line, damn, in line!"

The cavalry came through in rows, separating the Mongols into thousands of people or so, and those nobles who had some inheritance were already frightened and weak, this is how the Mongols slaughtered the prisoners, tens of thousands of troops separated the surrendered crowd in groups, and then gave an order, and began to slaughter with swords, spears, iron axes, and bones, except for children and artisan women who were no taller than ruts, everyone could not escape death. The conquered countries are such a massacre of the past, using slaughter to eliminate potential rebels, using slaughter to make aliens afraid, so that those timid countries choose to surrender directly one by one, and now this kind of slaughter trick is going to fall on their heads, everyone is trembling with fear, and the nobles who think too much will not be able to stand.

Many were reprimanded, others were whipped, and then the herdsmen and nobles were much more honest, and one by one they stood in line, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, with mournful voices in their mouths, trembling in their bodies, and tears in their eyes.

"It's the 7th Dragoon Regiment." Ren Jing smiled happily: "Lao Yang is here." ”

As soon as the words fell, a small group of cavalry had already rushed over, led by Yang Sisun.

"I've seen the division commander." Ren Jing clasped his fists and saluted, and there was no slackness in the number of courtesies.

Xia Xiping and others also saluted together, and Yang Sisun was a division-level officer, and his status was higher than Xia Xiping.

Now only Liang Xing, who has added a deputy political officer, and Wang Changfu, who stayed in the Qingcheng Official Academy, is higher than the divisional command, which is also a balance consideration, the two bigwigs of the military have never changed, and no one can override them anymore, Zhang Han has to rely on these two old men to balance, so that the new army head has a chance to sit big, and regenerate a new mountain, now this is already very good, the border army faction, the Lahu faction, the miners' faction, plus the new immigrants and Liaodong forces are involved, although there are many factions in the army, on the whole, it maintains a balance, which is very good, Zhang Han didn't want to be broken.

In addition to Yang Sisun becoming a division-level commander, there are also Li Shouxin and Wen Zhongfa who are qualified, and there are also commanders of two infantry regiments and Li Zhiye.

Even if it is Ren Jing in front of him, after he has made great achievements to prove himself, he is one step away from commanding the division.