Forty miles northeast of the old site of Xanadu.

On the Heifeng River, a tributary of the Luan River, Sun Desheng, the guerrilla general of the Royal Cavalry Academy of the Imperial Capital, led his academy cavalry from Duolun, crossing the Jinlian River and heading northeast along the river.

The scenery along the way is like a landscape painting, colorful and beautiful.

The cavalry, wearing bright breastplates, cloaks and real military helmets, sat astride tall horses, carrying muskets and sabers, breaking the tranquility of the grassland.

Blood red battle flag.

Fiery red military robe.

When they traveled forty miles and came to the banks of the Black Wind River, they saw several yurts inlaid between the water puddles, surrounded by cattle and sheep scattered like pearls.

There are also wild flowers such as nasturtiums blooming all over the mountains.

In the distance, there is a golden desert.

Deserts, rivers, grasslands, distant mountains and forests, green lakes, and blooming wild flowers are all integrated into one picture.

The desert is lingering and the lake is gurgling.

There are flocks of sheep as white as clouds, cattle as golden as gold, and galloping horses and camels.

Blue sky, white clouds, sunshine.

Along both sides of the river, there are many grassland lakes connected to the river. These lakes, which are used as Naoshui by herdsmen, are dense with reeds and even rich in fish and insects. Wild geese, wild ducks, and river gulls are leisurely fishing and grooming.

On the shore, the herdsmen's yurts were filled with smoke. Men were grazing cattle and sheep outside, while women were making butter and spinning wool at home. Children were playing and chasing, and some were fighting with calves and riding sheep.

"Ughji!

"Eji, come and see!"

A herder girl who was arranging wool turned around and ran into the yurt, shouting loudly to the Mongolian woman who was whipping butter inside.

"Aren't you told to watch your brothers and sisters? If they fight, just pull away. I'm busy." The woman whipped the cream hard.

The herdsmen make a living as nomads, and their daily diet mainly consists of cow's and goat's milk. The most important thing for the herdsmen's women every day is to milk the cows and then process the milk.

They have learned to do all this since they were young. They have to express milk two or three times a day. The fresh milk is boiled in cow dung first and then put in a basin to cool. A layer of yellow grease will form on it, which is what the herdsmen like.

Pick up the milk skin and put it in another basin. After accumulating to a certain amount, put it in a bucket of butter.

There is a wooden handle extending into the middle of the bucket. There is a disc at the lower end and a lid on the top. Grab the wooden handle and stir it up and down for a long time. The grease and water will separate. Remove the lid and take out the grease. Wash it several times in cool water.

It becomes ghee or butter, which is a good thing.

It is not only a good food that the herdsmen like to eat, but also a tribute to the leader, or a valuable thing to sell in exchange for goods.

However, it is delicious but difficult to make. You can only make a little bit each time, but it takes a long time.

The husband is out tending the sheep and doesn't come back until after dark. The woman's time is very tight, and her day is full of arrangements. She must do everything as quickly as possible, and she doesn't have to worry too much about the children. The older one takes care of the younger one, or

The older one brings the younger one.

"Eji, it's not the brothers who are fighting."

"What happened? Did you fall while riding the sheep, or was it hurt by the calf?"

"no no."

"What's going on? I'll call you Erbu Gebu."

The girl was interrupted several times by her mother and said quickly, "There are many people coming from a distance, many soldiers wearing armor and riding horses."

The woman stopped what she was doing. At this time, a horn sound could be heard outside the yurt. It was very urgent. This was a warning signal.

The woman ran out of the yurt in panic, and saw a scene that horrified her. A group of mighty cavalry appeared in the distance. Their armor was not Mongolian style, nor Manchu style, but it looked like that and there was that...

Flag, she guessed a little bit.

It is the Han army in the Central Plains.

Many old men and women in the camp began to call their children and daughters in a panic, and some people came to lead horses. In recent years, the grassland has not been peaceful. It has been very turbulent. Inter-tribal conflicts, plundering, and even wars often occur.

Even this camp did not originally belong to this group of Sunit people. They had just followed the leader to attack and drive away people from another tribe not long ago, and then they seized this pasture with rich water and grass and set up camp here.

Now there are many slaves from other tribes in their camp.

Suddenly, the cavalry in the distance spread their wings like wild geese.

The red cavalry surrounded them on both sides. They ran faster and faster, and the camp was shaking.

The woman panicked and froze in place, but she did not run away. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Eji!"

Several children gathered around, their faces full of panic.

At this time, a lame old man came over. He was the children's grandfather. "Take the children, take the blame, and leave quickly!"

The woman didn't move.

"My people have come to pick me up." The woman said unfamiliar words.

The lame Mongolian old man didn't understand. This is not Mongolian.

"Eh?" The older girl looked at her mother in confusion.

"Eji's tribe came to take me back," the woman smiled with tears on her face.

The old man seemed to have finally remembered that this daughter-in-law was not actually a Mongolian woman, but a Han woman that his son had snatched back from the border more than ten years ago. She had been on the grassland for more than ten years and had given birth to seven children for their family.

, two died in infancy.

She seemed to have completely transformed into an authentic Mongolian woman, not only in the Mongolian robe she wore, but also in her living habits, and she even spoke Mongolian very well. All these made the old man forget that she was actually a snatched Han woman.

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As soon as the old man hesitated, the red cavalry had already surrounded the camp.

Even the men who were grazing in the distance were driven back.

The woman laughed and cried, cried and laughed again.

She hugged the five children together and said to them with a smile, "My mother is a Han from the Central Plains and her hometown is in western Liaoning. Those are not enemies. They are people from my mother's hometown. You can call them uncle."

She said it once in Chinese and again in Mongolian, and the children seemed to understand.

The woman's husband came back, looking very embarrassed and panicked.

Soon, the Ming cavalry completed the siege of this camp, and not a single Mongolian escaped.

The Mongols in the camp gathered together at the call of the leaders. They picked up their bows, arrows, spears and scimitars, and the men mounted their war horses. But facing the Ming soldiers with bright breastplates and muskets, they were nervous and nervous.

Terrified and at a loss.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The woman tied the five children with her with a rope, "No matter what happens for a while, don't run around, follow your mother closely, don't

Something will happen."

The man was called forward by the leader. He looked back at his wife doing this with complicated eyes. The lame old man also picked up a bow and hurriedly took out his old leather armor and put it on.

The woman ignored them and remained calm.

But her hands kept shaking.

The eldest girl asked her mother, "Eji, didn't Abu say that Sunit has surrendered to the Ming Emperor of the Central Plains and now has a very good relationship with the Central Plains? Not long ago, Abu drove slaves, cattle, sheep, furs, mushrooms, etc. to the east entrance in exchange for

We have brought back so many things from the Central Plains, why are we going to war now?"

"It'll be okay, Eji is here."

By the Black Wind River.

In this Mongolian camp, facing the Ming army cavalry who suddenly came and surrounded them, five people, Taiji Ubandai, Dorjisi Kabu, Mang Wusi, Ermic, and Shida, rode forward.

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"Distinguished guests, I wonder why you are here?"

Guerrilla general Sun Desheng rode out of the queue and slowly stepped forward.

"This general is here under the orders of His Majesty the Ming Emperor. I am Sun Desheng, the guerrilla general of the Royal Cavalry Academy of the Ming Dynasty. Who is Ubandai?"

Ubandai, who was tall, stout, bearded and even a little bald, stepped forward and said, "Honorable General Sun, this is Ubandai, the county son who has been conferred by the Holy Khan to the fourth grade of Taiji."

"Are you Ubandai?" Sun Desheng looked at him a few times on the horse, then at the camp behind him, and then at the hundreds of soldiers behind him, "Ubandai, do you know your guilt?"

Although Ubandai is Taiji, it is actually inconspicuous in Sunit. After all, the Mongolian tribes were scattered at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and Lin Dan Khan could not give orders to the tribes at that time, so the more powerful tribal leaders called themselves Jinong or even Khan.

There are many others who call Noyan or Huitai Ji, such as the three tribes of Outer Khalkha, which do not recognize Lin Dan Khan as the co-leader at all, and all call themselves Khan.

Taiji also travels everywhere.

"I don't know what we are guilty of?"

Sun Desheng pointed directly at his feet, "Where is this?"

"Our ranch?"

"Your pasture? As far as I know, the sage Hong En moved you south to a land with abundant water and grass, close to the grassland on the dam, but not on the dam. The sage also drew a boundary for you long ago and repeatedly asked you not to cross the boundary.

Nomads are not allowed to plunder other tribes.
To be continued...