In fact, it was very simple. Jiannu was defeated by the Ming Dynasty and drove out of the grassland. Jiannu no longer had the courage to reach out to his hand on the grassland.

So the question is, what Neikalkha is now facing is either joining Korqin or joining the Chahar tribe.

After examining the degree of sacrificing, Neikharkha felt that following Lin Dankhan was more reliable. After all, the power of others is indeed relatively strong. Relying on the strong is the way to survive on the grassland.

As for the gap between Neikhalkha and Lin Dankhan in the past, that was not a problem. In the past, our Neikhalkha was indeed offended by our ignorant nature.

But who are you? The eagle on the grassland and the king in the future, you can't even have this magnanimity, right?

Neikhalkha's flattery, and Lin Dankhan really needs Neikhalkha's strength.

So, the Neikhalkha formed an alliance with the Chahar tribe. This time, in order to attack the Ming Dynasty, Neikhalkha mobilized 15,000 elite cavalry from the tribe.

Of course, it is not entirely to help the Chahar tribe. Talin Danhan does not have such a big face. The most important thing is that the Ming Dynasty is rich. If you can go to the Ming Dynasty to grab a wave, you will really make a fortune.

The Tumot tribe who was with Neikalka thought of going together, and they also felt that Lin Danhan's power was indeed greater than Korqin. Since he was back, he could not sit idly by.

So he decided to join in since he couldn't win, so Tumot also surrendered to Chahar and sent 10,000 elite cavalry.

When they learned that a team of thousands of trucks was set off in Xuanfu, the two tribes had a huge index finger. It would be fake if anyone didn't want to eat such a big piece of fat.

So both sides guarded one direction and waited for them to come from the trap. After waiting for a few days, they finally arrived.

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There was finally movement in the east and west directions, and you could see the smoke and dust coming from a distance. This was the result of a large-scale cavalry operation stirring up the dust on the ground.

"Captain Cao, the enemy troops were found on both sides of the left and right, but there was nothing behind. I released the scout for thirty miles and found nothing." Huang Degong, the division commander of the Central Imperial Army, put down his telescope and said to Cao Bianjiao.

"Teacher Huang, how about we two bet, how about you, how about you, the desert eagle." Cao Bianjiao said with jealousy.

He was very impressed by Huang Degong's Desert Eagle, and he was very proud of his ability to get the 92 awarded by His Majesty.

But compared with the Desert Eagle in Huang Degong's hand, it was no longer fragrant in an instant. Even if he had a small cannon and a 92-two pistol, it was no longer fragrant.

If we talk about the power, Huang Degong's silver desert eagle was powerful, and his voice was very ordinary.

"Oh."

"How is it? At worst, I can do two. I will take out the small cannon and Jiuer to count as the lottery." Cao Bianjiao looked at the desert eagle that was Huang Degong in the gun holster at his waist, and his saliva was really flowing out.

"Oh."

"Mr. Huang is not a fool. Don't I know what Commander Cao thinks? Otherwise, Huang would bet that there must be a Tartar ambush behind him." Huang Degong glanced through everything and glanced at Cao Bianjiao, saying, don't be careful, I can't know what you think.

"Ah! The Tartars are here!" Cao Bianjiao quickly changed the subject.

What a pity, it's really a pity. Almost his Desert Eagle is mine. Cao Bianjiao thought jealously.

Looking at the two of them, they seemed to not take the surrounded seriously, but instead regarded such a crisis as eating a bowl of rice.

Is it because of confidence or disdain for the Tartars? I really only know after a battle.

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The Tartar cavalry on both sides had entered the sight, and the flying flags of the Tartars could be seen clearly.

"Tumert! Khalkha!"

Huang Degong said involuntarily as he looked at the flag.

Neither of these two flags should appear here, but if they really appear, it means that something is going to happen.

"Captain Cao, it seems that our opponent is not only the Chahar tribe, but Tumot colluded with Khalkha and Lin Dankhan." Huang Degong's tone was a little solemn.

The strength of these two tribes is also not weak. In addition to the Chahar tribe, the Ming Dynasty will face the strongest force on the grassland, and the Tartar military forces fighting against the Ming army may exceed 100,000 cavalry.

Even Huang Degong felt the pressure for more than 100,000 cavalrymen.

"Teacher Huang must report the matter here to Your Majesty." Cao Bianjiao also felt that things were a bit tricky and he had to prepare for it, otherwise his Majesty would face a front and back attack.

They have special means to deliver messages.

"Confidential adviser!" Huang Degong roared.

"Yes!" A young man with murderous intent appeared.

"Send this letter quickly to His Majesty to open it himself! Use a warrior!"

"Get orders!"

So a large military green bag that had been pulled was lifted up, and a military Dongfeng warrior was revealed.

The confidential secretary brought three people into the car, and a three-meter-wide gap was revealed in the military formation. The Dongfeng Warrior rushed out quickly and moved quickly towards the north.

Even if there were Tartars in front, they didn't care. They stepped on the accelerator and let out a low growl and suddenly increased the speed. A strong sense of pushing the back pressed the four people on the seat.

The car accelerated sharply, leaving behind a piece of grass fragments behind.

"What is that!" Tumotrakshin in the east looked at a green box-like thing that jumped out of the Ming army formation, very strange.

"Don't let him run away! Go up and block it!" Lakshun felt that this thing must be extraordinary, so he waved his hand and sent someone to block it.

So dozens of cavalry blocked the warriors against the east wind.

The confidential secretary didn't care at all, and he just moved forward without even turning around. He knew what his car was, and how capable were of just a few dozen cavalrymen.

When the dozens of cavalry saw this Dongfeng Warrior at a quiet distance.

I found this thing so weird.

The two big-headed eyes in front were staring at themselves, and four black wheels below, and they could move by themselves without a horse.

Baby, definitely a baby!

A leader who led the team looked at this thing without thinking that this was definitely the treasure of the Ming Dynasty.

"Catch it! Catch it alive!" The commander of a thousand men thought of capturing such a treasure alive and giving it to the leader, and the benefits he had received were absolutely numerous and he couldn't think of it.

The commander pulled out his sword, and the person behind him also pulled up the net, preparing to capture the Dongfeng Warrior alive.

The confidential secretary looked at the Tartar in front of him and curled his lips disdainfully.

"Don't use heavy machine guns, look at me!" The confidential secretary stopped the soldiers who used machine guns. He would not waste the precious bullets of heavy machine guns when dealing with these people.

The confidential secretary once again increased the strength of the foot that was stepping on the accelerator. Dongfeng Mengshi's speed increased again, reaching 100 kilometers per hour.

"Ah ha!" The commander of the thousand-man looked at the Ming army monster in front of him and came to him, picked up the knife and slashed it.

Although I don’t know what this is, do you dare to take a knife?

Behind him were several Tartars, and they opened the net and blocked them in front, waiting for the Ming army's strange thing to move forward and fall into the trap.

"Tong!"

The commander and his horse were knocked away, and as soon as they landed on the ground, they were crushed by the wide wheels, and there was a pile of crappy heads on the ground.

Just as the Internet also caught a car, the Tartars were happy and just about to laugh, but the next second the Tartars couldn't laugh.

Seven or eight Tartars were pulled down from their horses, and then hung them online and dragged them forward.

These Tartars with the net tied the net to themselves in order not to take it off.

But now this has become their death talisman.

They were dragged on the ground by a car, and the speed was 100 kilometers per hour, under this friction.
Chapter completed!