Compared with the Tatars who have the blood of the golden family as the Great Khan, Oara does not actually have an orthodox advantage on the grassland. In fact, when it comes to military strength, the Tatar military strength is greater than that of Oara.
The grassland is vast, and there are countless tribes, large and small, on the vast grassland. The big tribes fight with each other, and the small tribes struggle to survive. This is an eternal law.
Unlike the Central Plains, which has been unified since the Qin Dynasty, on the grasslands, to measure the strength of a party, in addition to the number of herdsmen and the strength of the army, it also depends on whether it can occupy the most fertile pastures and whether it can
Ensure that the herdsmen can live a stable life.
Like the Tatars, the Walas are not just one tribe, but are composed of several large tribes and more than a dozen small and medium-sized tribes.
Among them, the most powerful tribe is undoubtedly the Junggar tribe controlled by the Choros family. It occupies the most advantageous pastures in the entire Oara, has the largest number of herdsmen and livestock, and also has the most powerful cavalry.
However, unlike several large Tatar tribes that are adjacent to each other, Oara is a typical small settlement. A large tribe is surrounded by one or two medium-sized tribes, and there are five to six small tribes on the outermost edge.
A tribal group.
Wala Lao Camp is the core area of the Junggar tribe and the home of the Choros family. Winter has entered on the grassland, and the raging wind is blowing, reflecting several small to large ink spots on the vast grassland.
Horses neighed and galloped forward. This was a group of cavalry. The number was not large, only about fifty people. However, they were obviously veterans. They were well-equipped. What was even more peculiar was that they were wearing the armor of the Ming Dynasty official army.
On this grassland, there was no intention of concealing his whereabouts.
The leader is a young general with a tall stature and a wild face. At first glance, he looks like a man who is good at fighting. However, the occasional flash of anxiety in his eyes always makes people feel uneasy.
"It would be another ten miles before we really entered the range of the Junggar tribe. However, along the way, we encountered more than one wave of open and hidden sentries. It seems that we have indeed entered a state of combat readiness."
A shrill whistle sounded, followed by the sound of the ground shaking as the cavalry galloped. The young general reined in his horse and stopped moving forward. Feeling the movement coming from afar, he frowned and said.
"There are not many people coming, about 500 people. Everyone is on guard."
As he spoke, he took out the long knife from his waist and looked into the distance. Everyone followed his actions and got ready for battle.
However, they did not continue to move forward, but defended in place. Obviously, they did not intend to actively provoke.
The roaring cavalry could be seen in the distance. He clenched the long sword in his hand. The young general was not overly nervous. He just turned sideways and asked the person next to him again.
"Are you sure that the third brother is really in the old camp?"
The person he asked was obviously a veteran, with an average appearance, but his status in the entire team was obviously not low.
When he heard the young general's question, he didn't say much, he just said.
"I don't know. Before I left, Yang Zhenfu's original words were that if I could get an order from the court, I would go directly to the Wala camp to find him."
"Okay, then I'm relieved!"
The young general exhaled softly, turned around again, and shouted loudly.
"alert!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a round of arrows fell in the distance. However, the people who came this time were all experienced in battles. Naturally, there was no panic. They retreated slightly and escaped this round of attacks.
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Of course, this was just the simplest appetizer. Just as they were organizing to resist, the cavalry in the distance continued to advance. In a moment, they were in front of them, and quickly formed an encirclement, encircling this group of fifty people.
The team was tightly wrapped up.
"Ming army?"
"How brave you are to come to my headquarters camp!"
Surrounded by a group of cavalry, a stalwart figure appeared, with a scimitar hanging at his waist, wearing gold and jade, and the iconic Mongolian aristocratic costumes, and his voice was rough.
"Who is coming?"
"Who am I? It turns out to be His Excellency the King of Competition."
The young general reined in the horse's head and took a few steps forward. He was calm and unafraid. He came to the front among the sharp arrows around him and spoke in a deep voice.
"Why, you don't recognize your old friend anymore?"
"Yang Jun!"
Seeing the face of the visitor clearly, the Mongolian noble was suddenly a little surprised. At the same time, a strong murderous intention appeared in his eyes. He licked his lips and said.
"You are so brave, how dare you come here. Now that you are here, don't leave. Just stay on the grassland with your useless brother."
These words revealed a lot of information, the most useful of which was naturally the news about Yang Jie's whereabouts.
Of course, judging from this tone, the situation is obviously not optimistic.
So, Yang Jun's face immediately darkened and he said.
"Where is my brother?"
"Go and meet him underground!"
Surprisingly, the king of competition had no intention of nagging Yang Jun. After saying this, he waved his hand and ordered the Ora cavalry present to prepare for the attack.
Seeing this situation, Yang Jun also tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand and began to form a formation, preparing to break out.
However, at this moment, the sound of rapid horse hooves was heard again in the distance.
The number of people this time was obviously small, only a dozen riders, but the speed was very fast, obviously coming at a gallop.
"stop!"
The voice came before anyone arrived.
They are also old acquaintances, Bodu who fled from the capital not long ago!
Seeing Bodu's figure, Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he still did not dare to slack off, and still maintained a defensive posture, waiting to see what would happen.
At this time, Bodu had also arrived at the field, but what Yang Jun noticed was that his arrival did not cause the surrounding Oara soldiers to put down their weapons. They still maintained their appearance of being ready to attack at any time.
"I have met His Excellency King Bodu. I wonder if my younger brother is in the same place as Your Excellency?"
Yang Jun shouted loudly as his heart moved.
After hearing this, Bodu, who originally wanted to speak to the King of Games first, immediately looked at Yang Jun and the others.
After he saw clearly who Yang Jun was, there was a subtle hint of relief between his brows and he said.
"It turns out to be the famous second general of the Yang family, long time no see!"
This attitude was obviously much better than that of the tournament king who had just come up and was about to start the fight, and it also made Yang Jun feel relieved again.
After the two signaled from afar, Bodu rode his horse to the side of King Saikan and whispered a few words. Because he was not close enough, he couldn't hear clearly what was said.
However, it was obvious that the two had some kind of dispute, and even in the end, the two people were clearly angry when they spoke.
But in the end, Bodu still had the upper hand, because it didn't take long for the king of competition to have a sullen face, waved his hand, and asked everyone he brought to put away their weapons.
Seeing this situation, Yang Jun also signaled his men to put away their weapons, and was about to speak, but he saw the king of competition glanced at him coldly, then reined in his horse and turned away, as if he was unwilling to say a word to him.
Say more.
The cavalry on the grassland can leave just as quickly as they come.
In just a moment, most of the people brought by the competition king had withdrawn. However, at this time, Yang Jun noticed something else, that is, not all people had withdrawn.
They did not cover up their tracks along the way, so King Saikan must have gotten the news a long time ago and came with his cavalry to block them.
But Bodu was different. He only brought a dozen people with him, and he only brought the simplest scimitar. It was obvious that he came in a hurry.
Now the king of Saikan has retreated, but he did not withdraw all the cavalry he brought. Instead, he left half of the cavalry, about 300 people, and still surrounded Yang Jun and others.
After the figure of the Saikan King disappeared, Bodu seemed to be relieved. He reined his horse's head and came to Yang Jun and said.
"Second General Yang, my younger brother is so reckless that I am laughing at you."
"I wonder what the purpose of General Yang Er's visit to my headquarters this time is?"
The Yang family has been guarding the border for many years. Both Yang Jun, Yang Xin and Yang Neng have had many interactions with the major tribes in Oara. Naturally, the two sides also have a basic understanding.
Just like this Bodu, although he looks polite, he is actually the most vicious.
Yang Junce immediately stepped forward and said without saying any nonsense.
"Of course you are here to look for my third brother!"
Seeing this situation, Bodu's face moved slightly, he looked at the dozens of riders behind Yang Jun, and said.
"The name of King Yang certainly resonates in the grassland."
"However, General Yang Er, with less than fifty men and horses, wants to come to our headquarters in Wala to rob people. I'm afraid it's a bit too much."
Seeing that Bo mentioned Yang Hong, Yang Jun narrowed his eyes and said.
"Since you know my father's name, you should know that I am here to pick up people, not to rob them. If you refuse to hand over people, then I'm afraid it won't be me or these dozens of riders next time.
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It has to be said that Yang Jun's words were very strong, as if this place was not within the scope of Wala headquarters, but in Xuanfu City.
In fact, if the king of competition was here, he would not be able to finish these words, and there would definitely be a sword fight.
However, Bodu was different. Even though these words had made the remaining Wala soldiers increasingly angry, Bodu still looked calm and said.
"When it comes to questioning, it's not General Yang's turn, right?"
"This time, the third young master sneaked into the grassland, joined forces vertically and horizontally, and acted in a cool and unrestrained manner. He successively trapped and killed my Tatar Khan and Jinong, and also tried to kill my grand master."
"No matter how you look at it, I, Wala, should be the one asking for an explanation from the Ming Dynasty, right? Why does General Yang Er act like it's my Wala's fault?"
It has to be said that Yang Jun is not good at verbal debate. He fell into a disadvantage after just three or two sentences, so he had to change the topic and ask directly.
"Stop talking nonsense, where is third brother?"
However, this time, Bodu also put on airs, glanced at Yang Jun and the team behind him, and said.
"Everything is well, Third Young Master. As long as Second General Yang answers me, I will take you to see him immediately."
"What words?"
Yang Jun was alert and asked.
Bodu narrowed his eyes and said.
"Last time I went to Beijing to pay tribute on behalf of the grand master, I seemed to have heard some news. If I remember correctly, General Yang Er is now guilty."
"I wonder what kind of identity General Yang Er has this time, came to my Wala. Is he a special envoy of the Ming Dynasty? Or... a private deserter general?"
This question immediately made the atmosphere tense.
The whistling north wind blew by, adding a bit of chilling air.
Yang Jun clenched the long knife in his hand and was about to speak when a voice sounded beside him.
"Your Majesty King Bodu, you might as well take a look at this first and then judge our identity."
This person who appeared suddenly did not identify himself or explain anything, but directly took out a confidential letter, then got off his horse and handed it over.
Yang Jun didn't say anything, just watching this person's movements.
He didn't know the specific identity of this person, but he knew that this person's origin was not simple.
At first, he killed a court official because he was drunk and was exiled to guard the border. He lost all his military exploits and was extremely disheartened.
Fortunately, the emperor still had some mercy and placed the exile in Longmen Guards, so that he could be taken care of by the Yang family and his life was relatively comfortable.
Yang Jun originally thought that there would be no chance of him turning around within a few years or even ten years, but what he didn't expect was that just a few days ago, Yang Xin arrived at Longmen Guards late at night and asked him to secretly take fifty riders with him.
Come to Wala Lao Camp to rescue Yang Jie.
The person in front of him was brought by Yang Xin. As for his identity, Yang Xin didn't say much, only one sentence.
"Before I meet my third brother, I will listen to this person in everything!"
Hence, the current situation emerged.
Seeing this person striding forward and handing over the secret letter, Yang Jun's body tensed up silently, fearing that the other party might break out into trouble at any time.
But it was obvious that his worries were unnecessary. Bodu took the secret letter and glanced at it briefly. Then, his expression became a little strange, as if he had seen something unexpected.
After a while, he put away the secret letter, frowned at the ordinary-looking soldier in front of him, and asked.
"That's it? Nothing else?"
The tone was not kind, and even a bit dissatisfied, so much so that Yang Jun almost couldn't help but ride forward.
However, in the face of such heavy pressure, the soldier still had no reaction and just said in a dry tone.
"This is the only thing I can show you!"
The meaning behind these words is not simple.
The implication is that there may be others, but they cannot be shown to Bodu, or it may be that this is really the only one.
Faced with such a situation, Bodu was obviously a little surprised. He glanced at Yang Jun and others with furrowed brows, and quickly made a decision.
Then, a warm smile quickly appeared on his face and he said.
"General Yang Er has come all the way, and no matter what, he wants me to fulfill my duty as a landlord."
"We are old friends with the Yang family. My grand master has always admired the reputation of King Yang. I just got the news that General Yang Er is coming. I am very happy. A banquet has been prepared in the camp. General, please come with me."
As he spoke, Bodu ordered his people to move out of the way and made a gesture of invitation, waiting for Yang Jun's reaction.
Seeing this situation, Yang Jun hesitated for a moment and glanced at the soldier who came back behind him. Seeing that the soldier had no reaction, he didn't say anything more. He simply arranged the formation and led his men to follow.
Bodu moved forward, heading in the direction of Wala Lao Camp...
