Temuir led his horse and walked slowly on the increasingly hard road. From the beginning of this hard road, it meant that he had entered the territory of the Han people. This was his first time in Zhangjiakou. He originally wanted to find a few familiar tribe members to lead the way, but his father said that he was already an adult at the age of sixteen and could not rely on others for everything.

If he had just gone to Zhangjiakou to sell some sheepskin, Temuir believed that he would not have any problems, but now he came to Zhangjiakou to join the army. He joined the Han army, and this Han army had just defeated Korqin, cut off the captive's heads and laid a long walk along the road leading to the grassland.

Now these heads have become dry and deformed, but the braids on the head can still clearly tell people that these are all Mongolians.

Temuer didn't know how many years the Han people fought with the Mongols. Anyway, he heard from his grandfather that he fought with the Han people when he was very young. And his grandfather also heard from his grandfather that the Mongolians and the Han people were enemies when he was very young. Of course, it seemed that it was a little easier in the middle, but in general, they were still enemies.

These heads and the legends of enemies made Temuir very nervous. When he heard the sound of horseshoes hitting the hard road, he quickly led his old horse to the grass on the side of the hard road. After stepping on the soft and elastic grass, Temuir felt much more comfortable, and his hand holding the hilt no longer trembled.

Soon, five Han people riding horses rushed to Temur like a wind and slowed down. The head of the horse finally stopped it, turned his head and looked at Temur, shouting, "What are you doing?"

Temoor was startled and stopped, but did not answer.

The other four knights circled around and surrounded Temoor in the middle. One of them shouted again in Mongolian. He said, "What are you doing?"

Knowing that he had aroused the suspicion of others, Temoor barely suppressed his nervousness and fear, he replied in Chinese: "I heard that if I have no food to eat, I can come here to join the army."

"You can speak Chinese?" The knight came over and said, "What are your names? How old are you? Where do you come from?"

"My name is Temuir." Temuir said: "This year, I'm from Hohhot."

Hohhot is a blue city in Mongolian language. It is also the naturalized city named by the Ming Dynasty.

"Why do you speak Chinese?" said the knight.

"My family lives in Bansheng." Temuir said honestly: "There are many Han people in the village."

The knight looked at the Mongolian-speaking cavalry in the team, and the cavalry said, "It's not surprising that Han and Mongolian live in Banshengli, and it's not surprising that they can speak Chinese."

The leading cavalry nodded slightly and said, "Since you are here to join the army, please follow me." After that, he turned around and left. Temoor quickly got on the horse, skillfully manipulated the reins, and followed. However, his old horse could not be compared with the military horse. He soon fell behind a lot, and the knight in front could only stop and wait for him.

——The Han people are not all very fierce.

When Temoor saw Ming Jun's enthusiasm, his heart felt warm. He thought that he would become such a person in the future, wearing dazzling iron armor and a majestic iron helmet... It was good to join the army.

But he didn't know that the captain of the Ming army's light cavalry scout team suspected that he was a spy.

Alone, without goods, and able to speak Chinese, these three are all characteristics of spies.

If he is allowed to leave, who knows what trouble will happen? It is better to go there and hand him over to the conscription office.

Since Zhangjiakou was transferred to civil affairs management, the headquarters of the Cavalry Division moved to the military camp outside the city. The conscription offices were all inside and outside the city. The only ones in the city recruited Han people or Mongolians who looked like Han people, while those outside the city faced the conscription of Mongolians.

"Thank you!" Temuir finally arrived at the place and waved to thank the Ming cavalry who brought him.

Except for the Mongolian-speaking cavalry raised his hands, no one else rode away without any reaction. Sitting at the conscription was a middle-aged Mongolian man with a small braid and a fat white-washed jacket on his body. He glanced at Temuer and asked him to stand in front of a wooden stake.

Temoor stood over nervously, and saw that the lower half of the wooden stake was dyed white with chalk. The white was covered with blood and red, and the top was covered with black. It also had a pungent smell.

He didn't know that it was called asphalt.

The conscription Mongolians came over and pushed Temuir tightly onto the wooden stake and leaned against it. They saw that the heart on Temuir's head was at the junction of red and black. He took out a piece of wood and pressed it on Temuir's head. The hair that had not been washed for more than half a year was pressed down by two inches, and the wood piece steadily entered the red mark.

"How old are you?" the man asked in Mongolian.

"Sixteen." Temur said.

"Then you are still the leader." Na Meng Ren said, "Now you can't enter the war team, you can only be an auxiliary soldier, and your body is not tall enough." He explained, and then said, "Can you know how to treat the horse?"

Temoor shook his head slightly and said, "I will release the horse."

The man curled his lips and disagreed, meaning: A Mongolian can release his horse.

"We are the Ming Cavalry Division here." The man straightened his chest: "There are two types of auxiliary soldiers, the ones who take care of the horses, and the ones who serve people. Which kind are you willing to do?"

"Temoor took care of the horse."

The man looked at Temuer again, took a charcoal pen like a stick, applied it twice on a piece of wood chip the size of a palm, handed it to Temuer, and pointed it casually: "Go to that tent over there and wait."

Temuir took the wood chip and looked carefully. He was not sure if it was a "word", but it looked like some kind of mark. It was not until he entered the recruit camp that he realized that this was called "grass code", which was a symbol used by the Han people to identify numbers.

Three people were waiting in the tent, one of whom came yesterday. They were all nearby Mongolian herders. Some of them had no property at home, and some envied the good food in the army. One of them was taller were war soldiers, and the other two were auxiliary soldiers like Temuer.

The Mongolian grasslands are vast and sparsely populated. Many herders can only meet people after walking in the grasslands for ten days and half a month, so they naturally developed a habit of enthusiasm. However, Temuir grew up in Bansheng. The so-called Bansheng is more like a village of Han people. It is only on the territory of Mongolians. It is neither under the jurisdiction of the Han government nor the Mongolian princes and princes. It is just a transit station for goods on both sides. So Temuir just listened to them quietly, occasionally showing some surprise, envy, and incredible expressions.

"I heard before... the Han people are enemies of us." Temoor whispered: "Why did they call us to fight?"

Even in Banshengli, Mongolian and Han dynasties often have conflicts.

"The Han people can't ride horses." The soldier said proudly: "And they can't live the hard days on the grassland..."

"It's because the Emperor of Ming Dynasty regards the Mongolians as his own people." A Mongolian speech with an extremely standard pronunciation interrupted the Zheng soldier's speech.

The four of them looked towards the entrance of the tent, and a Ming Jun, wearing red clothes and black pants and long calfskin boots, stood in front of them.

The Ming army was obviously an officer, carrying a bronze star badge on his shoulder. He did not wear a helmet, but his hair was cut very short, quite like a lama on the grassland.

One of the four was religious and immediately knelt down on the ground to bow to the lama monk.

The officer stepped forward and kicked him: "I'm not a lama." He got up.

"I am the 100th General of the New Recruitment Battalion, and I am the officer responsible for training new recruits." He paced in front of the four: "You four will hear it clearly first: it's still too late to regret it now. When you enter the military camp, the rules will be heavy."

No one would come to join the army to eat food on impulse, especially the one who was thrown here yesterday. If you want to regret it, you would have run away long ago.

"The first rule!" The Practice General suddenly shouted: "From now on, there are no Mongolians or Han people, only Ming soldiers! You are from the Ming Dynasty in life! You are from the Ming Dynasty in life! You are from the Ming Dynasty in life! You understand if you understand!"

Temuir was a little overturned. Could it be that he was not a Mongol once he entered the army? However, this thought flashed in his mind and soon disappeared without a trace. He had already expressed his understanding with the other three people unconsciously. He lowered his head heavily and waited for the order.

The training officer then led the three of them out. There was a carriage outside the tent, and there were four new recruits pulled from the city, all of which looked like Han people.

"Mr. Jun, I rode my own horse." Temur shouted.

The boss of the 100th feet stagnated: "Can you send it back?"

“The home is far away…”

"Then you raise it in the camp first, and the horse grain will be deducted from your military pay." said General Manager: "If you don't want to take a car, just ride a horse and follow it."

Of course, Temoor chose to take a car. He has always envied the people who have a car at home. He had long thought about getting a car, not to mention that he also pity his old horse, which is always good to make it easier.

The wheels squeaked and moved slowly towards the recruit camp that had been driven ten miles away.

...

"Look, after killing those Korqin people, there were many more Han and Mongolian people who came to join the army." Zhou Yuji was quite proud of his wise decision-making.

Huang Chengming also said: "The Mongols are a tribe that advocates strength. They will be convinced by whoever has the fist. Have you read the historical materials of these Mongolian tribes?"

On the table in the central army tent was a thick book with the handwritten title: "Mongol Tribe".

Zhou Yuji curled his lips and said, "Who is patient to look at these?"

Huang Chengming smiled bitterly: "It is also beneficial to see. For example, knowing how Chahar (involved in the Han tribe) came from, and the relationship between Tatars and Oirat. Mongolia in northern and southern Mongolia in southern and southern Mongolia in northern and southern Mongolia should be used. If we really want to carry out a Northern Expedition, the alliances and hatreds between these tribes should be able to be used."

"It's not that complicated as I say," Zhou Yuji said, "No matter what Mongolia he is. If you want to be with us, take away those who are willing to be with us, and kill those who are unwilling to be."

Huang Chengming laughed dryly, shaking his head.

Zhou Yuji knew that Huang Chengming disagreed and said, "You are a scholar, just like this strategy. In my opinion, strategy is only useful when you cannot catch it. As long as your highness agrees with our military expansion plan, flattening Mongolia is simply a trivial matter, and no strategy is as useful as a sabre. Do you think this is the truth, the instructor?"

"The instructor doesn't like to listen to this," Huang Chengming shook his head, "and he asked your Chief of Staff."

"I forgot for a moment, and I still regard you as the chief of staff." Zhou Yuji laughed.
Chapter completed!