Towards the north of Datong is the Great Wall, and to cross the Great Wall is Mongolia.

A small earthy mountain, with the top of the mountain looking into the distance, he was wearing a greasy sheepskin coat, wrapped in a head cloth, and riding a horse with more than a dozen people dressed in the same dress, which looked not much different from ordinary herders on the grassland.

"Brother, brothers, I've found out." A horse came from a distance, quickly climbed up the mountain, and when he got close, he turned over and dismounted to salute Zhang Qi.

"How is it?" Zhang Qi asked.

"Fifty miles northeast is the ranch of the Urat tribe. There is now a group that is there, with a population of about a thousand people."

"Okay!" Zhang Qi suddenly laughed, nodded with great satisfaction, and then asked the visitor to go down to rest first.

After a few days of coming out, Zhang Qi and his troops wandered around the grassland, looking for a suitable target. Unexpectedly, he had such good luck, but he found a suitable target in such a short time.

The Urat tribe is one of the tribes on the Mongolian grasslands and is also one of the eight Mongolian banners of the Qing Dynasty. Although this tribe is not the most powerful in Mongolia, it has a high status because it belongs to the eight Mongolian banners.

What's more, fifty miles northeast is only one of the Ulante tribes, and the number of people is just right. The herders on the grassland are rushing to the water, and it is now the best time to experience the winter grazing. Zhang Qi's troops have thousands of people, so it is not difficult to deal with the same number of Mongolian tribes. After all, these Mongolians cannot be all warriors. Apart from women, the elderly and weak, there are only hundreds of real Mongolian warriors.

All Zhang Qi brought were elite troops, and he was equipped with a large number of firearms. Not to mention dealing with these Mongolians, even more were more.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi immediately ordered the troops scattered everywhere to gather and prepare for attack at any time.

Arslen is a warrior in the tribe. His father was once a general around Taiji. Unfortunately, he was killed in a war to protect Taiji.

Since childhood, Arslen has taken his father as his idol, hoping to become a hero like his father. A few years ago, when Arslen was a 16-year-old boy, he followed Taiji to the south to help the Qing Dynasty quell the rebellion.

Arslen remembered very clearly that after thousands of elite Mongolian cavalry entered the pass, they were unstoppable and encircled and suppressed the so-called rebels in the Central Plains. Arslen was invincible on the battlefield and directly cut off more than a dozen heads and received a reward from Taiji.

At that time, Arslen was energetic and felt that the whole world seemed to be under his horse's hooves. But the good times did not last long. The rebellion in the south became more and more raging. With the most powerful Ming army among the Han people, not only the Qing army could not resist it, but even the Mongolian cavalry could only be forced to retreat.

Arslen followed the troops to retreat north from the Central Plains, first to Shanxi. Later, Shanxi was attacked by the Ming army. Ortai decided to give up Shanxi and continue to retreat north. At that time, Arslen followed the troops from Datong to leave the Great Wall and returned to Mongolia. However, before returning to Mongolia, the Mongolian cavalry plundered Shanxi and happily returned to their hometown with a lot of spoils.

Because of his outstanding performance on the battlefield, Alslen was named a hundred households by Taiji. Although he had not yet become a hero like his father, he had at least obtained the position of a hundred households, which was also a huge gain for Alslen.

In addition, Arslen plundered a lot of things in the Central Plains. In addition to surrendering them, he also left a huge fortune. In addition, he was already a hundred households, so shortly after returning to the grassland, he took the initiative to find Qian households and asked him to marry his beautiful daughter Qiqige.

Qiqige is the most beautiful and attractive girl in the tribe. She is like her name, a gorgeous flower on the grassland. As a young man with strong energy, what about that person who doesn’t envy? Naturally, the same is true for Alslen. Now he not only has status, but also has wealth, so he takes the initiative to propose marriage to the other party.

His proposal was approved by Qianhu, and a grand wedding banquet was held in the tribe for Qiqige's marriage. Since then, Alslen finally got the beauty back, and now Qiqige is Alslen's wife. What makes Alslen even happier is that they got pregnant shortly after they got married. Calculate their days, and more than a month will be the time for the child to be born. Whenever they think of this, Alslen is very excited.

When the child is born, if it is a boy, he will call him Zhuoligetu, hoping that the child will be a fearless hero like his father and grandparents. If it is a girl, he will call her Gaowa, and hope that she will be as beautiful as her mother.

A smile appeared on Alslen's face, attracting the attention of Bagen beside him.

"Arseleng, are you thinking about Qiqige again?" Bagen and Arseleng grew up together. They were as close as brothers and asked immediately.

"Yes, I haven't seen her some days, and I don't know if she is good now." Because she is pregnant and waiting for childbirth, Aarslen left her in the tribe where Qianhu is located. Although both tribes belong to the same large tribe, the Mongols on the grassland are usually scattered due to grazing reasons.

"Hahaha." Bagan smiled and said, "You can go and see her in a few days. It's not okay if your child is born and your father is not around. Don't worry in the tribe, I'll take care of you."

"Thank you, Bagan." Alslen nodded with a smile.

"We are Anda, so we need to be so polite? You can't have been infected with the bad habits of those Han people just by going to the territory of Han people, right?" Bagen quipped with a smile.

"Haha, then I'm not polite." Alslen said with a big laugh, then scratched his head and said with regret: "Hey, if I knew that Qiqige would really marry me, and if I got pregnant so soon, I should have gotten more things back when I was in the south. Although those Han people were useless, their things were really good, a pity... a pity."

"Don't be dissatisfied. I made a lot of things when I went there last time and I made a hundred households. Otherwise, do you think the Qianhu would marry Qiqige to you? This is the most beautiful flower in our grassland!" Bagen grinned and shook his head. In fact, he felt a little regretful. Because he did not follow the south because of his parents' illness last time, he missed such a good opportunity. If he went south like Alslen, maybe Qiqige would be his own.

"Hehe, this is luck." Alslen smiled and said, "But don't think that fighting is so easy. Those ordinary thieves are really useless. However, the Ming army is very powerful. The single Ming army may not be strong, but the Ming army is very powerful when they unite. What's more important is that they have firearms. The battlefield is not a joke. The credit can only be earned by the knife in their hands."

"The Ming army is so strong? It's not that it's a nonsense, right? I don't believe it." Bagen curled his lips. Since Arslan returned, he talked about his situation in the south and also about the Ming army. But for Bagen, where are there such powerful Han people? In his mind, Han people are weak and incompetent, so what if there are firearms? The strength of Mongolian cavalry is the real one. Genghis Khan and his descendants conquered the world with the Mongolian cavalry, which is enough to prove the strength of the Mongols.

So Bagen thinks that the so-called strength of the Ming army was just bragged by those Taiji and the men, and the purpose was to find a suitable reason to withdraw the troops. Besides, if the Ming army was so strong, why didn’t they come to attack? And now the Ming Dynasty in the south did not make any moves at all. Doesn’t this prove that the so-called strength of the Ming army is fake?

Bagan looked disdainful. As Anda Arslen, of course, knew his brother's character and temper. He smiled and shook his head, and was about to talk to him about Mingjun in detail, but before he could speak, Arslen frowned slightly.

"Did you hear anything?"

"What?" Bagen asked in confusion.

"Listen!" Alsling said with a serious expression.

Bagen listened carefully, but only the sound of the wind blowing across the grassland and the sound of cattle and sheep in the air.

"No!" Alslen quickly turned over and dismounted, pressing half of his body to the ground. At this time, Bagen also dismounted and made the same posture as Alslen.

After a while, the two men's faces changed suddenly because they heard the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground. Moreover, it was not one or two, but the sounds made by hundreds of horses, judging from the source of the sound, were in their direction.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Chapter completed!