When Cao Bianjiao heard the sound, he put down his telescope and saw that Feng Dehua pointed to the city gate, and nodded in agreement: "Since you have done it, of course you have to choose the most advantageous point. If they can control the city gate, it will be much easier to attack the city."

Speaking of this, he smiled again and said, "However, Jianlu chose this place, which is actually beneficial to our army. Let's see their actions tonight!"

After hearing this, Feng Dehua nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, then I'll go down and arrange it to make people strengthen the city defense!"

Cao Bianjiao knew that he was referring to the waves and water, after all, there was no need to show that the enemy was weak. So he nodded and said, "Okay!"

At night, in the wilderness with the camp outside the city facing away from Gaizhou City, more than 3,000 Mongolians were busy in the howling cold wind. What was a bit surprising was that these Mongolians were not holding bows, arrows, swords and guns, but stuff like cloth bags and hoes.

With a "bang", he hoeed hard, and the ground was hoeed a little bit hard, but the force of the countershock made Balando's hand numb.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but whisper: "Who came up with such bad weather?"

After hearing this, his companion next to him comforted him, "This is not a bad idea. If you pile up a mountain of earth outside Gaizhou City, you can't at least blow up the mountain of earth like you would have to bombard the arrow towers?"

"That's it, but look, in this winter, we Mongolians are still letting us dig the soil. Are we digging the soil? Do you know how solid the ground is? Why don't we do these people come together?" Balanduo said with resentment.

In his life, he just could ride horses and shoot arrows and graze. Now he is going to do such a thing, and his hands are numb, so he is naturally unhappy. What's more, so many tribesmen died before, and he no longer liked those people.

In fact, it is really a science to dig the ground simply, how to use a hoe. People who have never done it, like Balando, use their strength but the effect is not good. This is not just because the ground is frozen firmly. Speaking of which, it is also a blessing in disguise. They all have gloves in their hands, otherwise they will soon be able to blister on their hands.

When they heard Balando's words, the other Mongolians who were digging the ground and digging the soil also complained. Now they all saw this situation clearly. They knew that the relationship between their tribe and Jianlu was no longer good, but they just maintained it and did not break up. If they were not just sent to dig the soil and then secretly transported the soil to fill the soil mountain outside Gaizhou City, it would be no life-threatening, and they would not have listened to Jianlu.

An older Mongolian man heard that they were complaining, he advised them: "We are working hard, and they have to send troops to guard against the Ming army in the city. It is considered to be a clear division of labor and reasonable!"

"What's the reason?" Balando said unconvincedly, "The Ming army in the city is not a god. If we know what we are doing, we have ghosts! Do you still need to send troops to guard against it? You are not lazy! Haha, maybe it's just supervising our work!"

After hearing this, the man felt it made sense, so he did not defend himself because he had no good impression of Jianlu.

After a while, Balando suddenly threw down his hoe and sat on the ground and said, "Damn it, I'm quitting, I'm starving to death and I have no strength!"

Hearing his words, many people around him threw their hoes and sat down to rest, and at the same time agreed with him.

"That's right, we only give us a little food and let us do such a fucking work all night, so where can we get the strength!"

"I'm so stingy. Those pig whips asked us to do these jobs, but without giving us any food, our tribe was about to lose food!"

“…”

Seeing the movement here, more and more Mongolians lost their hoes and started to rest. They are really not good at this kind of work. They are already angry and have not had enough food yet. They are so weird that they can be active!

After complaining for a while, the leader of the tribe finally came over, an older person, urging them to say, "Don't complain, finish the damn war quickly and end it!"

"Speak lightly, you have the strength to do it!" Balando said angrily. If it were the past, he would not dare to talk back, but at this time he was over.

The other Mongolians were much more courageous, either they were dissatisfied with their leaders, or because they were a little mixed with each tribe, the other tribes would not care about the leaders of your tribe, and they would also talk back.

The leader was not angry when he heard this, but continued to persuade: "Hurry up and work. After being delayed for a long time, I still don't know what will happen on the grassland. Are you not worried?"

When he heard this, he remembered the incident of Guanning Army attacking the Urat camp. Many Mongolians were worried: "Yes, it's better to work. I've been worried about death for a long time and I wish I could fly back and take a look right away!"

"This time, there are quite a few troops sent in the tribe, and the few soldiers left there will definitely not be able to stop the Guan Ning army. I really don't know what they thought, why are they bringing so many people out?"

“…”

Everyone has parents, brothers and sisters, and there are relatives left in the camp. They don’t worry or worry, but there will be ghosts. There are also some optimistic people who say some comforting words and said: "Don’t think about it anymore. It should be just a Urat tribe who was attacked by the Guanning Army, otherwise it would be more than their people who came to report the news!"

This statement does have a comforting effect, but someone suddenly said, "This is not necessarily the case. Think about it, the Urat tribes have been attacked by sneak attacks, and the tribes next to them will have nothing to do? Let's just put it simply. On the way from Guanning to Urat tribe, you have to pass the Bad tribe. Will the Guanning army take a detour? Will they get along well and have no idea?"

Hearing this, these Mongolians suddenly became uneasy. They could even use their toes to imagine that the Ming army would be so polite. However, some people still thought of distinguishing and comforting themselves, "Maybe, if something happens in the tribe, how can they not send someone to report the news?"

"Report the message? Don't you look at who sent the horse inspectors outside?" The man sighed and said, "It's really worrying!"

Hearing this, many Mongolians panicked and became even more negative about their work. They whispered, and the more they discussed, the more they felt that the possibility was high!

Under the night, Huang Taiji, who was thinking, couldn't sleep well, or could not sleep well. After finally staying up until midnight, he simply got up and asked, "How is the situation?"

When Oboi, who was serving, heard this, he hurried out to check it out. After half a salary, he came back with anger and reported: "Master, those Mongolians are lazy. After midnight, they have not done anything!"
Chapter completed!