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"Du!"

Chechen Khan shot an arrow, and the arrow rod hit the bones of a deer, making a loud noise, followed by the whine of the prey. The arrow rod was inserted into the deer and swayed. Soon the poor creature lost his life and was picked up from the ground.

The grassland is full of hunting crowds, and the horizon in the distance are mountains and dense forests. Under the wind, the dense forest is like a girl in Mongolian robe at the Nadamu Conference, swaying and dancing, showing her beautiful figure and dancing posture.

This is a grassland more than 200 miles away from Coulon. The lower tributary of the Lena River is right in front of you. A small river is winding and flowing southwest towards the direction of the Crulon River.

A few hundred miles north is the entrance to the Lena River that flows into Lake Baikal, so in addition to large mountains, this area is a river, with lush aquatic plants and dense forests, and of course there are enough prey.

The three Khans in the north of the Mo River, Chechnya Khan, Zasaktu Khan, and Tushetu Khan. Among them, Chechnya Khan had the earliest dealing with Hutchison and started trading early. He seemed to be specializing in hunting and had shot a lot of prey in the past few days. Zasaktu Khan and Tushetu Khan were worried. They often discussed things together every day, and waited for the door of the felt bag to leave, and they looked calm and gentle.

Young people such as Dorji and Babu call on friends and bake them with prey every day to drink. The large amount of goat milk wine every day was consumed by these young people in their twenties.

There were more than 3,000 people who came out to hunt, most of them were guards of various Khans and Taiji. They were mostly wearing cotton armor and a small amount of iron armor. The weapons in each person's hands were also excellent enough.

This is the strongest force of the three Khalkha tribes on the grassland. Perhaps thousands of strong herders and a small number of armored people can be called up, but they can be recruited at any time and also armored for a long time. These are the people with certain military skills.

This is already quite powerful. Even if an ordinary small tribe has hundreds of people, it is difficult for a Taiji to lead dozens of people to participate in the battle. Dozens of tribes of all sizes in the south of the Mori can gather 100,000 people, but it may not necessarily gather more than 5,000 armored soldiers. Only the most prosperous Tumot and Neikhal tribes, and the Chahar people can do it, but now they are also declining.

The strong army did not give Chechen Khan much sense of security. In fact, he was one of the ones who were tied up and put on the shelves. Among the three Mobei tribes, Chechen Khan had the earliest contact with Hutchison and felt the deepest and strongest power. Chechen Khan Shuolei had always been worried, but his son Babu Taiji could not feel this at all. Whenever he saw his son hang out with Dorji and others, Shuolei was full of worry.

"We should go back after several days of hunting." Tushetuhan Gundbu said: "It's been ten days since the Shang army has been going on the expedition, and there might be news."

"What news? The Shang army returned in a crushing defeat?" A Gao Pang Taiji laughed. He had eaten too much roasted wild duck these days, and his abdomen was a little too fat, and it was a little difficult to talk and laugh.

"I couldn't imagine this." Shuo Lei said calmly: "We are still very clear about the strength of the Shang army."

"Qituhan is also a foul," said Gunbu. "Qituhan is a rude character, and so is his subordinates. In recent years, he has fought with the Tohuites. I think he will fight the Merchant Army. Even if he loses, he will bite a large piece of meat. Maybe he will be in a fight, just like the Han people fighting against the Tumotes in the south. It will take two years to solve it. However, there are few people in Mobei and the journey is long. It would be difficult to trap the Quituhan's army with a military platform fortress like Monan."

Zasaktuhan Nolbu agreed: "What we said is, at the beginning we thought the merchant army was so strong that we might have thought it was wrong. They were just good at firearms and construction. You see, they built the roads until Kulun, so it would be nice to have a result within half a month."

"I saw that Zhang Han was also stunned, thinking that we Mongolians were really that weak?"

"Hmph, I'm not convinced."

"If you have the opportunity, you should show our strength. The trading city will definitely flourish. Many herders took out their cattle, sheep, horses, and vegetables, and picked fruits for trading. They would be very happy when they returned. This is the Han people sucking the blood of us Mongolians. If we control it, at least we can ask each tribe to take more benefits!"

Several khans were discussing the situation, and a group of young Taiji, led by Dorji, immediately rushed over. In the past few days, they liked to discuss this topic the most. When they were excited, they rode horses and shoot arrows, or attacked with swords and guns. They wished that the blood and courage of their ancestors could be more stimulated, and then they started drinking and howled on the grassland when they were drunk. It seemed that in this way, they restored their ancestors' wolf nature and strong strength, and could drive away all the Han people they disliked very much.

At most, Han merchants were left behind, and Han merchants were asked to be their sheep, constantly producing meat, wool, and endless sheep milk for them.

Dorji's last words were exactly what the Taiji people from all tribes wanted to hear the most. The nobles were undoubtedly the best among the Mongolians, but these local buns in Mobei have really opened their eyes recently. After entering the business and sales city, they realized how rustic and poor their daily lives were.

They live in felt bags like shepherds, but they are just bigger. When the wind and sand rise, they just have a mouthful of sand. They just have some servants to serve them, and they have enough to eat boiled lamb. Their daily enjoyment is just to eat a scattered sea scatter.

Only after entering the city did they realize the beauty of civilization. Those so-called nobles had the eyes wide open. They could live in such a house, install sauruses on windows and doors to prevent sand and mosquitoes, use so many exquisite furniture in the house, and use those beautiful and fun things to kill time. When they saw the daily life of the rich among the Han people, they thought about themselves. These actual farmers were all red-eyed and they were eager to get more, but in fact, they could only sell their own cattle and sheep, with limited income, and I don’t know how many years it would take to be qualified to live the life they wanted in the trading city. If they could beat the Han people, these Taiji nobles would rather pick up their knives and rob the city now, and all their wealth would be divided up. Just like the ancestors had been doing hundreds of years ago, massacre and looting were what they were best at.

Dorji's eyes were shining. He knew that his efforts these days had not been in vain. Under his agitation, many Taiji were moved. If news of the defeat of the Shang regiment army came in a while, it would be even better. Now the area of ​​the Zhuanshang City is quite empty, with only a few hundred servants and a small number of baggage troops, that is, auxiliary soldiers. His combat effectiveness is definitely not strong. If all troops can work together and dispatch 10,000 or 20,000 elite troops to capture the city before the main force of the Shang regiment army arrives, capture or kill Zhang Han, and the senior leaders of Hutchison in the city, then the Shang regiment army will definitely have no leader and lead to chaos. Of course, Han merchants in the city cannot be killed. Trade with Russia can continue. The Mongolians will also ensure the safety of the caravan and do better than the Shang regiment army. In this way, the profits of the Zhuanshang City will belong to each division, and Dorji and Tushetu will definitely cut the largest piece of cake.

"Go back and have a look."

"Maybe there is news already."

"Dorji Taiji understands it very well. He will be the best leader of our Mongolians in the future."

"I really want to see Zhang Han's face. Maybe he's just in a state of dismay now."

"Qituhan is a good man among us Mongolians. His subordinates have a strong courage and will definitely teach the Han people a good lesson."

At this point, the former enemy of the three ministries, the Quetu Khan tribe has become their hope for a turnaround. Everyone was shouting, hoping that good news of the defeat of the Shang regiment army would be heard immediately. As for whether Quetu Khan would take advantage of the situation to kill, that is another proposition, or something to consider next.

Amid the praises, Dorji's smile became more and more reserved, and the three khans were still there. However, he also felt that his performance so far was quite excellent, much stronger than Babu and others. Maybe the three groups will be one again in the future. It is not impossible for him to become the only khan in Mobei...

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"Ha, what a strong wine!"

Madoff placed the wine glass in his hand heavily on the dark counter and shouted, "One more!"

The restaurant is not large in size and the opening time is very short. The owner rushed to Zhangjiakou to see the scenery. He only brought some simple ingredients and a few carts of wine and followed the caravan. If it didn't go well, he would sell the wine back. If it went well, he would open a sale in the trading city.

This is not a difficult thing. Shanxi merchants are not much easier to go to the west than to the north of Mobei. As long as they can make money, even in the difficult and difficult places, Shanxi merchants will follow the business opportunities all the way.

Of course, the owner of the business city would not leave. Everything was beyond imagination and even better than expected. In this case, the Shanxi merchant would not leave. He relied on the wine and some ingredients he brought to rent a place and hired a group of carpenters to make tables, chairs and counters for a few days. The restaurant opened directly.

A guy was sent back with a letter. Hutchison had a public carriage all the way to Zhangjiakou, and the charge was much cheaper than expected.

This guy is carrying an important mission and can't even wait for his own convoy to leave. He wants to rush back and bring at least a dozen cars of wine and decent chefs. He brings more guys to use, and also a clever guy. If it goes well, the boss wants to rent a three-tall restaurant before the winter begins. There are endless business opportunities here.

In fact, the business is really good, so good that it can only close the door early. If it continues to run, God knows how much these Russians can bring.

With a plate of broad beans, these Russians can drink a whole jar of soju. Many people even order nothing and just drink wine directly. The Chinese people in the restaurant were stunned and almost amazing.

There are many Russians who have no cash in cash. They directly exchange fur for wine. Many people exchange more than a dozen pieces of leather for a jar of wine, but they still leave with a smile on their faces.

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Chapter completed!