Bogri looked at the pier that was a piece above the ground level in the distance and said, "The Southerners are good at defending the city. It is a dream that these thousands of us want to break the pier that the Southerners have. We must find a way to lure the southerners out of it."

"So many days have passed, and the Southern people don't come out of Dunbao at all." Mo Rigen said, "The Southern people are always so timid and useless. How stupid are the people of the Tumot tribe? They are actually conquered by the Southern people."

Bogri said: "Don't underestimate the soldiers with the tiger flag. They can conquer the Tumote tribe, and their strength is definitely not weak. Otherwise, even if the Tumote tribe is not as good as that of that time, it will be one of the Wanhu tribes."

"Hmph, so what can we do? If our Khan hadn't moved westward, the big plates would have fallen into the hands of our Chahar tribe, so what would happen if this tiger-shaped flag was there?" Mo Rigen curled his lips.

The Tumote tribe is one of the 30,000 households in the right-wing Mongolian, but all tribes on the grassland know that the Tumote tribe has experienced so many years of internal struggle, and even the 30,000 households in the right-wing are not as good as the Chahar tribe.

Bogri thought for a while and said, "The Khan sent us here to force the tiger flag to withdraw from Qingcheng. I don't think we need to waste time here. We can bypass this place and go straight to Qingcheng."

"Do you know where these piers built by the southerners lead to?" Morigen raised his chin and pointed at the pier in the distance.

Bogri didn't understand why the other party asked this question, and said truthfully: "These dungeons in front of him came from Zhangjiakou. I have never paid attention to where they lead."

"These piers lead directly to Qingcheng, and now the entire big plate-up land is included." Mo Rigen sneered with a sneer on his lips, "At this time, we will go around here and go directly to Qingcheng, which is equivalent to entering someone's sheep pen."

Borgri frowned and said, "This is impossible. The last time I came back from Qingcheng, there was only a pier built by the southerners by the Dahei River. There was no such thing as the southerners in the east."

"You have been away from Qingcheng and returned to Baicheng for a while, but the southerners have been building punctures." Mo Rigen said, "A few days ago, I went out and came back this morning. The leader who led the team told me personally that the tiger flag had built the punctures dozens of miles away from Qingcheng."

Borgri said: "How could the Southerners build so many piers in such a short time? Even if they are built military platforms and fire road piers, it would be too fast."

"My boss will not come back with fake news." Seeing that Borgri suspected that he had sent a whistle driver to inquire about the news, Mo Rigen showed a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

Bogri heard the dissatisfaction in Morigen's tone and was unwilling to have a gap with him. He hurriedly explained: "I am not suspicious of the news brought back by the whistleblower. I just couldn't believe that the Southerners would build so many piers and fire road piers in such a short time."

"The speed of the southerners building pier castles is no longer important. The most urgent task is how to approach Qingcheng and force the people with the tiger flag to retreat from Qingcheng." Mo Rigen said.

Hearing this, Borgri grabbed the beard on his face with his hands and said hesitantly: "Or why don't we try to attack the pummeleon in front of us?"

"Okay, just do what you said." Mo Rigen nodded.

The army has been staying here for several days, and every extra day of stay is more than one day. As the weather gets colder, they can't stand it themselves after a long time.

For them, the only thing they can do is to break through the pier in front of them, open a gap, and leave a way out for them to go straight to Qingcheng.

"I'll arrange some food, let several teams of thousands of men fill their stomachs and maintain their strength to prepare for the next attack on the Tiger Flag's Fort." Bogri pulled the reins and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, Mo Rigen, who was beside him, suddenly frowned, and he seemed to be listening to something.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Rigen jumped off the horse's back, leaned on the ground, and put his ear on the ground to listen to the movements coming from the ground.

After about seven or eight breaths, Morigen climbed up from the ground and looked at Bogri who had not left with a serious expression and said, "A cavalry came nearby, with more than a thousand horses."

"Nearby is a Dunbao with the tiger flag. Ordinary tribes will not come here to graze. Could it be that some tribe knew that our Chahar tribe had arrived here, so he sent a group of troops to support him?" Bogri guessed.

Mo Rigen hesitated for a moment and said, "Can they be the cavalry of the Tiger Flag? Didn't you say that there is a cavalry in iron armor in the Tiger Flag?"

"This!" Bogri hesitated.

At this moment, he was not sure that the cavalry coming to them were Mongols or people with the tiger flag.

"Send the order and let a team of whistle and rides explore along the way." Mo Rigen pointed his finger in a direction in the distance and ordered a personal guard beside him.

The guard next to him turned his horse's head and turned away

"Call back all our armored cavalry first. If the person with the tiger flag comes, it will be wiped out in one fell swoop." Morigen said to Bogri.

Mongolian Iron Cavalry is the best in the world.

In his eyes, except for the Ming Dynasty's night-delay, no cavalry in the world is the opponent of their Mongolian Iron Cavalry. Even if the Ming Dynasty's night-delay is the small number, it is difficult for them to fight head-on by the thousands of Mongolian armored cavalry they brought.

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

The ox horn sounded on the grassland, and teams of Mongolian horse riders gathered in the direction of the sound of the horn.

Just as the Mongols' armored cavalry were still gathering, a black wave suddenly appeared on the horizon in the distance.

The Mongolians did not have military weapons like monoculars in their hands.

However, Bogri only observed for a while, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "It is the armored cavalry with the tiger flag, and the armored cavalry with the tiger flag is here."

He had been to Qingcheng and had seen the iron-armored cavalry with the tiger flag with his own eyes.

Even though the black waves in the distance were still far away from him and could not tell the other party's identity through the banner, he remembered the black iron armor worn by the cavalry of the tiger-shaped flag.

Only the iron-armed cavalry with the tiger flag could be done by the large gangs of cavalry that could cause such black waves. If they had doubled the number of cavalry, even if the number of cavalry was doubled, it would not have been possible to cause such a unified black tide.

"Are you sure you didn't admit your mistake?" Mo Rigen said seriously at the side.

Bogri nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, I will never read it wrong. Only the cavalrymen with the tiger flag on the grassland will wear black iron armor uniformly."

The Mongols did not have many iron armors, and they were all kinds of different types. Even if they had leather armor, it was difficult to match the colors. However, most of them were red armored clothes in the Ming Dynasty.
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