Gunbu and more than forty Taiji came together. They each led armored soldiers, with as many as three or four hundred. The least Taiji only brought more than twenty people wearing armored soldiers.

In addition to the strong herders from various tribes, there were more than 2,000 soldiers and more than 10,000 herders on this trip.

In a hurry, it was already very difficult for Tu Xietu to gather so many troops.

The people of Yusheng and Russians, these two groups of people have been determined to be surrounded in the middle. In order to prevent the other party from breaking through in a desperate situation, the Khan of Gunbu personally led Madov to lead the light cavalry to several agreed designated locations. In addition, some Taiji are facing several important nodes to defend the south.

The hunting cavalry had not made any major moves these days, which made many Taiji breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let's get the agreement sooner." Old Taiji, who was all white-hearted, held the Buddhist beads with a look of helplessness and expectation. Old Taiji called Bashan, and his herdsmen called the hunting cavalry to kill most of them. Even the ranch was destroyed very badly, and there was no one in ten felt bags left. Now Old Taiji wanted to negotiate with He Yusheng earlier, and then the Khan had promised him to give him the best location on the business road and let him slowly recover his vitality.

"I think the people in He Yusheng are not crazy..." A young man named Greji said eagerly: "We have more than 10,000 people here, and they are only a few hundred of them, so we may not dare to attack us."

Greri did not dare to say too tough words. Buhe's body was not cold. The noble blood Taiji was shot to death by an arrow, and his whole body was shot like a hedgehog. He has not been buried yet. He doesn't say the so-called rule of dying without bleeding. Everyone knows that he is sweating and is anxious.

The three tribes in Mobei all originated from the Khalkhawanhu of that year, and then divided into two veins. The five alliances in the south have completely disappeared. The three tribes in Mobei have always been advancing and retreating together. This time, Tushetu Khan Gundbu took into account his friendship with Tumot and turned against He Yusheng. Chechen Khan and Zasaktu Khan had to follow up. However, the dissatisfaction of the other two tribes with the Tushetu tribe can be imagined. Although He Yusheng has only sent hundreds of people, those hundreds are the devils who have made the ranch base of Tushetu Khan tribe a bloody storm. I don’t know how many.

The shepherd died under the swords and guns of these terrible red demons. The entire Tuxetu tribe not only faced external pressure, but also internal dissatisfaction was also growing with Japan. In addition, the Russians in the north were also ready to move. It was obviously very interested in the land of the Mongols. Under heavy pressure, the real power faction of Tuxetu and other Tuxetu had obtained the consent and support of the living Buddha. The peace talks for Heyusheng were imperative, and it was imminent. Now Gunbu hoped that Zhang Han would come in person, so he could welcome him with a white flag, so how could he tolerate the existence of a hard-line figure like Buch?

"The Khan has contacted the Russians..."

Under the burning clouds in the air, people saw that Buch was indeed in contact with several Cossacks.

They are already familiar with these big, golden and blue-eyed Russians and Mongolians. Over the past century, the Russians have continuously crossed the Ural Mountains and annexed several Mongolian and Han countries in Central Asia. After eating large tracts, they continued to spread eastward and stopped here in the Hanhai. In addition to building settlements in the dense forests in the north and starting to collect specialties such as fur, these guys are constantly infiltrating the south. Small groups of Cossacks once had too many conflicts with Mongolian life. Fortunately, the Cossacks had not had strong strength in the eastern settlement... The expansion to the east was almost at the limit of the Russians in this era. They continued to penetrate northeast until the emergence of another large river basin. As for the fact that they were facing the south and fighting with the Mongols head-on on the grassland where the whole people were cavalry, it was not in the interests of the Russians at this time.

Compared with the weak Mongolian Khanate in Central Asia, the Mongolian Khanate in the easternmost part is much stronger and the situation is much more complicated. The expansion of the Russians has almost reached its peak due to geographical restrictions. This is the luck of the Mongols and the luck of the Ming Dynasty.

The Cossacks and the Mongols gradually got together. The Mongolian-speaking Cossacks were responsible for communicating with the Mongols, and the voices of both sides began to grow louder.

As the sun sets, the clouds in the sky become very bright, and there are endless grass everywhere. The herdsmen and soldiers riding horses gradually relax.

The Mongols did not set up any battle formations. Most of them were scattered into groups of dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people according to Taiji tribes, and arranged them scattered on the grassland. Although the entire team exceeded 10,000, it still seemed sparse on such an empty grassland, and there was no deterrent force of the cavalry team with more than 10,000 people.

"Mo, the khan from Madov and the Mongolians are coming in front of him."

Cossack Gochev is Zhang Xuwen's friend and has a good relationship with Zheng Zhilong. He came back on a horse and shouted loudly.

"No wonder Petrien just rode his horse and left." Mo Zongtong suddenly stood up and said, "Hurry up and see what they are messing with."

Zheng Zhihu glared and said, "The dog-good Russians won't join forces with the Beilu, should we sell us?"

"No." Zheng Zhihu spoke in Chinese, but some of the Russians were learning Chinese. Zhang Xuwen shook his head and said calmly: "They still hope to do business with us, so they won't be so short-sighted."

Everyone stopped talking and looked a little nervous. At this critical moment, there were enemies on all sides. The Mongols' Mobei tribe was not hit and was very strong. He Yusheng's strength has been in Tumote to Kalaqin. At this time, it was equivalent to entrusting everything to others.

"Gan Hui," Mo Zongtong ordered: "Get ours together, if something goes wrong, we will rush out by ourselves."

"Okay." Gan Hui rode his horse to the gun cavalry team and called the two flag captains to his side.

At the beginning of his mission, the military command sent a half-mast team of gun cavalry guards. At that time, the Shang regiment army was not sufficient, which was already the greatest support for the Northward Mission.

Originally, the gun cavalry was directly commanded by Mo Zongtong. In the past year, Zheng Zhilong and others gained sufficient trust and had completely integrated into this group. Gan Hui's military talent was very obvious and made rapid progress. The gun cavalry of the two flag teams had been handed over to Gan Hui for command.

Due to the discontinuation of information, the reorganization of the Shang regiment army, and even the change of Yusheng to the company, the people in the regiment did not know that the military system was still the same as before.

People gradually gathered around Mo Zongtong, and everyone was holding weapons, spears, long swords, sabers, muskets, and everyone was armed to their teeth.

Even Mo Zongtong, who used to be good at dancing and had been in charge of business with Yusheng, was the same. Everyone looked very determined and had a fierce aura on his body.

Although this team has only more than one hundred people, it is full of murderous aura.

"Comfortable!" Zheng Zhilong suddenly smiled strangely and said, "I just like this fighting career. I never want to go back to Fujian again!"

Everyone looked at this guy and laughed.

...

When Mo Zongtong and others saw Petrilin, the Russians and the Mongols were talking about something.

Petrine and others looked a little anxious, and the senior executives of Cossack such as Gregory were obviously dissatisfied with their faces.

It is obvious that some of the Mongolian statements were not approved by the Russians.

Mo Zongtong thought intently and knew that things were strange. But this was not the time to hesitate, so he rode his horse and went straight to meet him.

Gan Hui and others were all shocked, and they didn't expect Mo Zongtong to be so impulsive.

Everyone put the muskets across their chests, and the medicine was ready. Once things change, they would immediately rush up to rescue.

It was still very bright, and you could see that there were Mongolians around you. Groups of Northern Gate were riding horses and walking on the grassland. It seemed endless and could not see the edge at first sight.

This is a very powerful force. If more than 10,000 Mongolians could have destroyed the country and slaughtered all the people of a country three hundred years ago.

Even now, although the northern enemy is not a problem, it is in Mobei after all. Even if it goes south unstoppably from here, it will take at least nearly two months to return to Lizhuang.

In the worried eyes of everyone, a group of Mongolians also saw Mo Zongtong who was rushing over. Petrilin and others said a few words with helpless expressions. A middle-aged Mongolian wearing a luxurious hat suddenly showed a smile on his face and rode a horse to greet Mo Zongtong.

"My God..." Zheng Zhilong widened his eyes, and the expressions of others were similar to his.

The Mongolians jumped off the horse first, then Mo Zongtong dismounted, and the middle-aged Mongolian immediately opened his arms and hugged Mo Zongtong hard in his arms.

Zhang Xuwen said to Zheng Zhilong and other groups of southerners: "This is a greeting for the Northern Territory."

Seeing the Mongolians holding Mo Zongtong, followed by a series of complicated actions, Zhang Xuwen couldn't help but say again: "When did our relationship with the Beilu improve again?"

When he and Yusheng were shopping everywhere on the grassland, the convoy was of course warmly welcomed by Beilu Taiji and herdsmen. Zhang Xuwen was not unfamiliar with the greetings.

"Who is this?" Zheng Zhilong couldn't help asking.

Zhang Xuwen shrugged, he didn't recognize him, but he thought he should be the leading figure in Tu Xietu's department.

This time Schev heard it, and he shouted in front of him: "That's Tuxituhan!"

"What?" Zhang Xuwen was shocked and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

A group of Taiji surrounded him, and most of them were still a little reserved on their faces. They felt less strong about power than Gunbu. Gunbu not only felt the threat of He Yusheng, but also the dissatisfaction of the Russians and the other two members. Under heavy pressure, Gunbu should be the one with the warmest attitude.
Chapter completed!