Tuohuan shook his head. He felt that he was very frustrated, but he had to say that.

"It's Fang Xing."

"Demon God?"

Fang Xing's name messenger also heard of it, but he scoffed at the fear of the grassland people, thinking that they had never seen the world, and were scared by a Ming person.

Tuohuan smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, it's him. He used the migration of the Tatar tribe as bait to destroy the Bagen tribe in one fell swoop."

The messenger gasped and asked, "How many troops are they?"

Tuohuan lowered his eyes, held the handle of the knife and rubbed it, and said embarrassedly: "It's equivalent to Bagen."

The messenger's eyes looked cold and said, "Is the Grand Master quite or a lot worse? This is related to our future deployment, so we should not be rude!"

This round of confrontation was very exciting. Tuo Huan would rather be self-deprecating and describe his own army's combat effectiveness as a slag, and he would rather involve the Halie people in.

But the messenger was a cunning person and immediately asked about the specific situation. If Tuo Huan lied like this, the messenger could always find a channel to confirm the incident at that time.

The current situation has made everyone in the Oirat dangerous. Everyone is happy and disgusted with the intervention of Kazakhstan. But there are always people who are willing to betray their tribes in exchange for the illusory promise of wealth and honor in the future.

This is human nature!

Tuohuan was very embarrassed. He looked around and finally someone saw that it was the perfect time to take the blame for the Grand Master, so he stood up.

"The envoy, the Grand Tutor, just now, forgot the cavalry of the Tatar tribe. However, the Tatars were very weak and not worth mentioning."

"Yeah?"

The messenger said coldly: "I want to know the military strength of the Ming army at that time and their weapons. Is there any problem?"

Tuohuan stood up and said embarrassedly: "No."

After saying that, he went out, and someone told the messenger about the composition of the Ming army in Xinghebao and the firearms of the Ming army.

"Is the firearm that powerful?"

After hearing this, the messenger frowned and stood up and went out.

Outside the big tent, Tuohuan stood not far away, looking at his back, feeling a little desolate.

"Taishi, the firearm of Mingren... do you have any experience?"

Tuohuan did not look back and said, "No, unless you build a heavy iron armor, there is no other way."

“We have heavy armor.”

The messenger couldn't help but show off the force of the Karghe state when he heard this.

Tuohuan sighed and said, "But where are your people? Without heavy armor, I can only take those warriors to attack the Ming army's array like moths to the flames. Envoy, does Halie not want to do anything? Then I have decided to gather the tribe immediately and leave immediately!"

"I understand. I will send someone back to my country to report, but Grand Tutor, I don't like your threat."

Tuohuan turned around, and the messenger stared at him and said, "Halie has many ways to calm this dispute. After all, you have to know that the Ming people are not willing to fight with Halie. Their king is old, and the elderly king always likes to be conservative. Therefore, if Oirat disappears on this grassland, then I think peace will come."

Tuohuan was furious and was about to refute, but the messenger chuckled and said, "No matter who the king of the Ming people is, no matter how powerful they are, Halie is not Oirat or Tatar, only madmen will take the initiative to be enemies with us. Ming people, dare they say that they can defeat Halie? On the other hand, our king is full of confidence in defeating the Ming people, and our warriors are also waiting for the news. They can't wait, do you understand?"

Tuo Huan retorted: "Then what are you waiting for?"

The messenger smiled, stroking his beards, and said slowly: "We long for peace, but we are not afraid of threats. Yes, Grand Master, please remember this sentence. Halie has never feared his opponent, whether his opponent comes from the East or the West."

Tuohuan first smiled—the kind that is smiling but not smiling, and then relaxed all over, “The Ming people have more credibility than you.”

The messenger's eyes shrank, and he immediately sneered: "The Ming people keep their reputations? But are you willing to kneel in front of the Ming Emperor? Grand Master, your eyes are full of ambitions. This look tells me that you are unwilling to give up! So... you will not surrender to the Ming people."

Tuo Huan went further and smiled and said, "But don't easily estimate the courage of the Choros family. Whoever estimates this lightly will be unlucky."

Tuohuan had lost his patience, his eyes were sharp and he did not give in.

The messenger smiled slightly, and took a step forward, and the two almost face to face.

"Before coming, our king said that the Taishi should be the most reliable friend, because it is difficult for a person who has been a leader to surrender to others. Don't refute..."

"Halie will not put his friends in danger. I said that he will send someone back to our country to report to our king that the Ming people have firearms, but we also have them. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm never afraid!" Tuo Huan stared at the image in the messenger's eyes and said, "But he doesn't like being regarded as a fool!"

"No one will treat his friends as a fool. I said that my people will set off soon. I swear that if the horses do not die, they will not stop until Halie."

"Then can I get the promise from my friend?"

"Of course, Halie never deceives his friends. Our army is ready to go, and countless passionate men are waiting, waiting for our king. When he walks off the throne, my friend, the whole world will tremble!"

Tuo Huan took a step back and nodded, "Then I will wait for good news, but before that, I will lead my army to Xinghebao line. Can my friend provide some supplies? You have to know that the sheep that has lost the males is difficult to take care of, and women and children will starve to death in the tent..."

The messenger nodded and said reservedly: "No problem, the food and grass of tens of thousands of people is just a drop in the bucket for Halie."

Tuohuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt faintly: "Okay, then when your food and grass arrive, I will send troops immediately!"

The messenger held his hands in front of his lower abdomen and said expressionlessly: "Yes, we have stored a lot of food and grass on the other side of Yeer's Shihe River, which is enough for the Oirat to send troops."

The despicable color in Tuohuan's eyes instantly turned into shame and alertness.

Ye'er's Shihe was only more than a hundred miles away from him. The Halie people unknowingly hoarded food and grass, and probably had a lot of elite soldiers.

If they raid...

The Oirat had never been on guard against that direction. Once they were raided, Tuohuan felt that he was afraid that he would repeat the mistakes of his father Mahamu.

The messenger said with a reserved gaze: "This is just the intention of a friend. The Grand Master will prepare. Tomorrow my people will go there and ask people to transport food and grass."

Tuo Huan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I keep my word. The day when the food and grass arrived was the time when the Ola summoned his tribes."

The messenger smiled and told the people to set off calmly, leaving behind a cold-faced look.
Chapter completed!