Chapter 1676: It's time to start digging again Batumunk's sons were brave, which comforted him, but none of his sons seemed to understand his anxieties.
Batu Mengke is more far-sighted than any of his clansmen, he sees not only the small place of Qinglong, not only the weak Han people in Qinglong who have just learned to herd horses, he sees that behind this Qinglong Han people, there is a more and more powerful Zhenguo Mansion, hundreds of millions of brothers and compatriots in the country, and the Ming Dynasty with a strong foundation.
But the Tatars, there was no one behind them.
Alive, for the Tatars, is already very difficult, they have nothing, only reliable horses, and the sword that has been polished countless times, if you continue to let it go like this, the herdsmen of the Han people will only become more and more, they take risks for money, for cattle and sheep, for the grassland, they take dozens or hundreds or even thousands of people, through the organization of the pastures, gathered together, and the various pastures echo and help each other, if they do not gather all the Tatars, completely defeat them, Ten years, twenty years, Chinese New Year's Eve, where will the Tatars have a foothold In the past, the Han people could not survive on the grassland, because they did not know how to graze, and they did not dare to graze, and even if they did, they did not have any profits.
But it turned out that it was different, the pastures were organized, the experienced people taught the newcomers how to take care of the cattle and sheep, how to ride horses, the merchants paid for the pastures, bought camps, and provided the herdsmen with all the necessities of life, and the green dragon gave the pastures one after another, and exchanged the cattle and sheep for silver, so that every sheep they raised could be exchanged for direct economic benefits at any time.
This is the most terrible place, this model that can turn the pasture into cattle and sheep, which can be turned into silver at any time, and silver can be expressed as countless daily necessities at any time, is really digging the roots of the Tatars.
This forced Batumunk, who saw all this horror clearly, to have a decisive battle, because only through a decisive battle could the new army be completely swept away, and this pattern could be cut off once and for all.
Otherwise, in time, the tens of millions of Han herdsmen will grow up, more people will continue to leave the customs, and the new army will continue to grow in size, and everything will be finished in the Tatar department.
On the surface, the Tatars now have the upper hand, and the Tatars can attack any pass at will, but in fact, Batumunk is the most passive one.
And now, he must seek a decisive battle, and at this time, he can still be under his control, and fight to the death with Ye Chunqiu.
After taking a deep breath, Batu Munch said again: "No matter what tricks Ye Chunqiu plays, no matter what kind of backhand they have, this battle must be fought, and if you have to win, you can't immediately pass the order, early tomorrow morning, quickly gather in the area of Ulanhe, and tell our warriors that in this battle, in addition to victory, there is only death, no life." ” Batumunk's brave sons nodded their heads before retreating.
Although he had made up his mind, Batumunk did not feel relaxed, and there was a deep sense of exhaustion in his cunning eyes.
He was too tired, he broke his heart for the ideals of his ancestors, although he now called himself Yanda Khan, known as the heir Temujin, and ruled the grassland, but he knew very well that before the new army, no, Ye Chunqiu was completely killed, all the laurels were just floating clouds, and there was no longer any meaning.
Batu Munch sat down and took a sip of milk tea, but the whole person didn't dare to close his eyes, although he was tired, he still couldn't help but think, where the problem was, what was Ye Chunqiu, what was his purpose, he had dealt with Ye Chunqiu not once or twice, he knew very well that this person would not do anything meaningless, and people like Ye Chunqiu would not be so stupid that they would fall directly into their own death, never But Batumunk couldn't figure it out, no matter how clever and cunning he was, there were still many things in this world that he didn't understand, and when he couldn't understand it, he had to continue to meditate.
When the sky was slightly bright, he realized that he had sat down all night unconsciously.
And he still didn't find the answer he was looking for in his head.
The army began to set off, and in the endless camps, countless fierce cavalry swarmed out, covering the clouds and the sun, like a herd of migrating deer, and this heavenly procession swept the entire pasture.
Batu Munk, on the other hand, had to sit in the cart, he was too tired and needed to rest, but when he raised his eyes and looked at the dense crowd of people, he couldn't help but feel anxious again.
These warriors were very confident, and the horses and long knives gave them courage, and the countless companions, as well as the steppe that their ancestors had given them courage, but their king, Batumunk, had no courage, and he only had fear in his heart.
Thinking about defeat before thinking about victory, these may not be understood by the grassland people.
Batumunk sighed, this sigh was actually with a lot of helplessness, he felt the slightest coldness inexplicably, so he had to cover the car with a felt cloth, add a thick blanket, and curl up in the car.
The topography of the town entrance is very strange, here is a salient, because of the sea, so it may as well be called the peninsula, the topography of the peninsula, in fact, in a sense, is a dead place, because once blocked here, the more than 10,000 new troops and accompanying auxiliaries are going to have no way out.
However, at any time, the cadets of the new army always did not show the slightest bit of decadence, and the meticulous spirit on their faces made people always look full of confidence.
At this time, they began to dig trenches and trenches.
Many people carry foldable shovels with them, the soil here is soft, there are no rocks in the ground, and you can also use bags to transport the sand from the sea to build fortifications, and the new army has the regulations of the new army, and even the construction of fortifications, although there is a special engineering battalion, the number is about 300, but it is not necessarily these people who are dedicated to construction.
In fact, they are more of them, but they are the leaders, and only when they are camping and digging fortifications, the sappers' waists are straight, because they usually look disgraced, but at this time, they start to work with people from other battalions.
How deep the trenches need to be dug, how to bring in water, where to build dry toilets, where to build artillery positions, where to lay mines, these are all a science, and precisely this is what they do full-time. aa2705221: