"I know very little, at least I don't know how Ananda got so many opportunities to contact various departments in his grandfather's vigilant power collection operation. However, this kid can be regarded as a character. Using his uncles and uncles, he has mastered an armed force that is completely obedient to him. This is amazing." Wei Yang praised.

Ma Shiqianhu pulled his mouth.

After just a while, his upper and lower mouths were stuck together.

"Also, this kid can bring you loyal people to Batu Mengke, and even some people in Batu Mengke's tent. That's really a skill. I don't know if the old emperor's grandson will be so powerful in the future, but if this kid is in the Central Plains, he will be very suitable to be the emperor of the Han people," Wei Yang smiled, "but who made him a descendant of the Tatars?"

"No, the little prince had no intention of going south. He just wanted the Tatars to live a good life!" Ma Shiqianhu shouted, "No, can't treat him..."

"Aren't you kidding me?" Wei Yang said in shock, "What's our relationship? Enemy! You want me to be ruthless towards the enemy. Are you blew too much wind on the grassland and confused?"

Ma Shiqianhu knew that once this person really wanted to take action, the little prince probably wouldn't have any chance of winning - the result that the little prince could not even run away.

He had to explain repeatedly: "The little prince has no other intentions. He just wanted the Tatars to live a good life too!"

"I didn't let the Tatars live a good life?" Wei Yang was even more angry. "The Tatars buy whatever they want. The poor can't survive. The Western Army can still pay credit. Your little prince...huh?"

"I thought of it too." Yue Buqun also said not far away.

Ma Shiqianhu was surprised and suspicious. These two people were both smart people in the Central Plains and famous masters.

They said they thought of it, what did they think of it?

"Yes, this is probably the way Ananda can develop its power," Wei Yang nodded, "That's how his weapons come from."

Ma Shi Qian’s family looked dissatisfied.

"It's simple. When Tatars build cities, there are naturally some new rules. Especially when the Tatars are too low and the city walls are too small, the nobles and the poor live together. Once the poor hear a lot about how the Western Mongolian people live, they are likely to rise up under the support of the Western Army. Therefore, the Tatars implemented a policy that was implemented in the Central Plains that year, namely, the ten-men, centurion, and thousands ofmen as leaders weave grassroots units similar to markets in the Central Plains. Then, one hundred households divided three kitchen knives and one thousand households gave thirty iron pots. In this way, as long as they mastered these people, the little prince would naturally master some weapons. They could also cast a batch of iron tools by themselves without disturbing others." Yue Buqun applauded, "It's such a good plan."

Ning Zhongze didn't understand this very much, but she didn't understand that no one of the Tatar Khan's confidants discovered it?

"This is the contribution made by the people around Dayankhan. Moreover, if you master these grassroots units, you will be able to buy Western military goods one city and one place, especially the nobles who made iron goods, even if one or two tribes are willing to obey the orders of the little prince, they can quickly equip him with some raw materials for iron smelting," Yue Buqun sneered, "It's better to be kind and filial to the father and son, and to fight for power and profit. The men on the grassland are no less scrupulous than those of the Han people in the Central Plains."

The horse tried to shake his body like a sieve, and he suddenly regretted coming to the Central Plains.

They were too smart, and their ancestors left too much valuable experience in fighting.

What's more, the Tatars now live in places where the Western Army's cavalry gallops, and they can't escape the observation of the Western Army with every move. How can this help the little prince revival of the Yuan Dynasty?

What's even worse is that no one under the little prince would be wary of Wei Yang's guesses.

"Since I'm here, don't leave. When I destroy the Tatars, you can be a real-name Qianhu and continue to serve in the Jinyiwei, how about?" Wei Yang suddenly smelled it.

Ma Shi Qianhu actually stumbled for a while.

Wei Yang was shocked, why were you shaken?

"It's better not to mention the current situation of the Tatars." Ma Shiqianhu pondered for a long time, shook his head and said, "I am a Tatar..."

"You guys, you don't understand what struggle is," Wei Yang patted the horses and tried Qianhu's shoulders, "Let's go up the mountain, I won't take advantage of this. The Ming Dynasty did not have to hide the Tatars, do not have to hide it, and do not have to secretly travel to Chencang. To conquer the hearts of the Meng people in Monan, you must be swept the iron cavalry and kill the place where the war horses step on. You have to fight upright, and you don't have to steal the dog like you. However, you have to stay in Huashan for a few more days. As expected, the little prince, well, let's call him that. This guy should have communicated with the Jurchens, North Korea, and even the Japanese, right?"

Ma Shi Qianhu dared not hide it, and the news that these Western Army scouts could not be hidden.

"The little prince wants to marry the Jurchen tribe, and this is decided." Ma Shiqianhu said with ease.

There is a ghost!

The three of them looked at each other quickly.

It was not without reason that he revealed this secret so quickly, but naturally the reason was to cover it up.

"I'll go there in person." Yue Buqun shook his hand.

Ma Shi Qianhu once again had no words to answer.

stop?

Does he dare?

"Also, the princes of the Ming Dynasty died and the kings were engaged in a new round of cruel competition. You should also use this matter? Who is contacting? King Yue? King Ning?" Wei Yang said, "Be careful, if I find out, your life will be gone. Here, you are an old friend of me. On the battlefield, you are a piece of mud and sand under my sword. This is also suitable for your little prince."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves outside the mountain, and someone raised his breath of true energy and shouted: "Can Duke Qin be there? The messenger of the chicken crowing post was chased by the traitors, asking for help!"

Then someone shouted: "Your surnamed Yang, you are foreign, and you still dare to stammer?"

Another crisp woman's voice cursed angrily: "What a thief, how dare you catch up?"

Then he heard two loud screams, and then seven or eight people shouted together: "Good girl, your continuous pearl arrow really makes dog thieves outside the border scared!"

The horse's hooves were getting closer and closer, gradually reaching outside the mountain, and soon reaching the foot of the mountain. In a moment, more than ten riders rushed over under the moon.

Wei Yang looked over there with all his eyes and saw two bearded men holding mature copper sticks and carrying arrow bags. They were wearing Jinyiwei's clothes, which were two small flags.

There was another man behind him riding a dark horse, but wearing a green official robe. When he got closer, he could tell that he was a seventh-rank civil servant. The man had a pretty face and was only in his twenties. He carried a considerable package and carried a sharp sword in his hand, constantly urging the war horse to go quickly.

There were three or five men after that man, the oldest was in his forties and the youngest was in his twenties. Some were wearing yamen runners' uniforms, while others were wearing hunting suits, leaning on the horse's back and shooting arrows while urging the war horse to run quickly.

But what is surprising is that at the end there is a petite woman. The woman had two steel knives hanging on her saddle, three pots of feather arrows hanging on her waist, and a bow in her hand kept shooting arrows. Whenever she raised her hand, a man running wildly from the pipe behind her was caught.

There were only too many pursuers, more than a hundred people!
Chapter completed!