When Zhu Cilang heard this, he stopped immediately.

In Zhu Cixuan's original plan, he had already expected altitude sickness and made corresponding preparations.

For example, this time he almost allowed all the young and strong men to bring as much food as possible, and after entering the territory of Xiningwei, he allowed these young and strong men to return to the territory of the Ming Dynasty to wait.

In the following marching route, Zhu Cixuan also ordered the saving of food as much as possible. After a two-pronged approach, Zhu Cixuan now has at least ten days of food. If he can save to the maximum, he can even support more than twenty days.

This is Zhu Cilang's confidence.

But now, the system has given so much food and meat very generously, which has undoubtedly liberated Zhu Cixuan from his tight days at once.

Zhu Cilang said seriously: "Don't worry, Duke of England, food is no longer a problem for us."

Three days passed in a flash.

Zhu Cixuan firmly implemented the policy of rest and recuperation. In addition to patrolling the camp wall every morning and evening these days, he spent most of his time visiting soldiers with serious altitude reflexes, and communicating with other normal soldiers.

Throughout history, this has been a very effective way to win people's hearts. When the superiors choose to sit with the grassroots soldiers, the morale of these soldiers is easily mobilized.

Zhu Cixuan did not tell the soldiers about military and national affairs (the main reason is that you can’t expect ordinary people who don’t know the big words to understand the world situation), but instead talked about some modern geographical common sense, such as Asia, Africa, Europe and America, and people on other continents.

After a few days, the soldiers and Zhu Cilang naturally became much more familiar with each other.

A young soldier bravely said, "Your Highness, I heard that there is a sacred mountain on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Standing at the highest point of the sacred mountain, you can touch the foundation of the heavenly court. Is this really the case?"

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "For the sacred mountain, the monks there may be some of them, but what you are talking about should be the Himalayas. According to our knowledge, the Himalayas should be about 3,000 feet, but no one has ever been to it before. If you want to go up one day, you must be fully prepared because it is really dangerous."

After hearing this, the soldiers were amazed and said, "It's not enough to reach the foundation of the Heavenly Court for three thousand feet, so is it going to be ten thousand feet?"

Zhu Cilang thought for a while and calculated based on the calculation of one zhang equal to three meters, 30,000 meters is 90,000 meters, and it has not yet left the lowest troposphere in the atmosphere...

Zhu Cilang coughed and said seriously: "Heavenly Court, that is, the gods in heaven, that is, the place where our ancestors live, cannot be easily accessible."

A warrior said, "But Your Highness, you will be the emperor in the future, that is, the emperor. Can the emperor even reach the heavenly court?"

Another soldier suddenly said, "What do you know? How many people can be there in the Heavenly Court? They are all ancestors. What's the point of saying that your highness will give them smiles all day long? Or is it comfortable to be an emperor in our world. Everything you say is an imperial edict. Your Highness, right?"

Zhu Cilang couldn't help laughing, and everyone burst into laughter.

Zhu Cilang shook his head and smiled and said, "There are some things that I don't know very well now. When I really become the emperor, I will tell you again. Maybe we will know how to get to Heaven."

After a while, Zhu Cilang smiled and waved goodbye to the soldiers, and left the camp.

Before he could take two steps, the British Duke hurriedly appeared in front of Zhu Cixuan.

"Your Highness, the high rebels are almost healed. Now there are only a hundred patients in the army. How about it, should we attack?"

The British Duke still hopes to defeat the Heshuo special troops as soon as possible.

Zhu Cixuan pondered for a while and said, "Let's do this, let the cavalry of Qinghai Guard attack in the afternoon first, and try if this Hoshuote has any other means. If not, the whole army will attack tomorrow."

Speaking of which, this is the first time Zhu Cixuan fought with the Mongolian army after traveling through time.

The current Mongolian army is no longer the army that swept across the Eurasian continent and suppressed all dissatisfied forces three hundred years ago, but it still occupied the vast areas of Central Asia to Eastern Europe. Whether it is the Oirat Mongolia to which Heshuot belongs or the Tatar Mongolia in the south of the desert, they have put a lot of military pressure on the Ming Dynasty. If you are not careful, you can't do it.

On the other side, the main general of Heshuo was also cursing Chaolu.

"I have never seen the Ming army so afraid of death! The prince of Ming is still a Han Chinese, how could he be so cowardly? No wonder Ming has been beaten like this by Qing in recent years. It's really ridiculous!"

Hearing the words of Chaolu, the expressions of the two envoys of the Qing Dynasty, Luo Shi and Fan Wencheng, were inevitably subtle.

How come this is like we were trying to find a bargain in the Qing Dynasty?

It’s OK that the Qing Dynasty is not weak!

Of course, given the current situation, the two of them were very clever to put these words in their stomachs and did not say them out of their mouths.

The other Heshuote generals (mainly the nine younger brothers of Chaolu) were obviously very impatient. One of them said: "Brother, is there any conspiracy in the Ming army? Don't wait here, your hometown will be raided by then."

Although Qinghai is very large, it is not as good as the Mongolian Plateau and Central Asian grasslands. Therefore, since entering Qinghai, the Hoshuote tribe has changed from pure nomadic to semi-nomadic and semi-settled, and naturally it has the nests where their respective tribes are located.

Chaolu was shocked when he heard this and was a little disbelief: "It's impossible, how could the Ming army know our location?"

"What do you don't know? Aren't the traitor tribes in Xining the country the lackeys of the Ming Dynasty? They are all us Mongolians and they all come and go."

"Maybe those traitors from Xining have already gone to our hometown to burn, kill and loot."

The people of Chaolu are dull, is this okay?

Even Luo Shi and Fan Wencheng looked at each other, clearly seeing the regret on each other's face.

If it was really defeated by such a simple strategy of sneak attacking my hometown, it would be...

Luo Shi couldn't help but hold his ear to Fan Wencheng and said, "Mr. Fan, do you think this is possible?"

Fan Wencheng said helplessly: "Sir Luo Shi, I really can't fight. What do you think?"

Roshi's expression gradually became solemn and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Obviously, in Roche's opinion, this possibility cannot be ruled out!

Just as Chaolu began to hesitate to withdraw his troops, someone suddenly started to scream.

"Look, the Ming army's camp is open again!"

Chao Lu's body shook, looked up and found that a Ming cavalry rushed out like a sharp arrow, rushing towards a Heshuote thousand-man cavalry team that was harassing outside the Ming army camp.

Chaolu's face changed and he snorted heavily.

"Don't worry about that, hurry up and dispatch troops and take down this Ming cavalry for me!"
Chapter completed!