Zhang Qi won the final victory, but in fact, this result was destined from the beginning.

After the war, Zhang Qi counted the casualties. Although the Ming army kept suppressing these Mongolians to fight, the Mongolians still caused casualties to the Ming army, especially Alslen, who finally led more than a dozen cavalry and charged with his life, causing several soldiers to be damaged by the Ming army.

Three people were killed in the Ming army, four seriously injured, and sixteen people were slightly injured. After counting the casualties, Zhang Qi asked the medical staff to accompany the army to treat the wounds as soon as possible. At the same time, he not only sighed that the Mongolians are worthy of being a nation on horseback, but the Ming army had such a great advantage but still brought these casualties.

The sound of fighting just now had dissipated, and the grassland once again responded to tranquility.

Zhang Qi walked on the battlefield, and the corpses that fell on the grassland seemed to be asleep, while the war horses that had lost their master were guarding each other and made light calls from time to time.

Zhang Qi walked to Alslen's corpse and looked at him lying there. His eyes were open and he looked up at the sky, but his eyes were gone. A sabre fell not far from his corpse. Zhang Qi bent down and picked up the sabre to take a closer look. This was an excellent sabre, made of stainless steel, with the horns on his hands, and the winding of silver wires made it look very beautiful.

Holding the knife and dancing into the air a few times, Zhang Qi found that the knife was very easy. It seemed that this knife was not an ordinary thing, but a beloved thing of the Mongols, and it could even be said to be a family heirloom treasure.

Looking at Arslen's body again, this fierce Mongolian used his life to give his tribe a chance to escape, and at the same time, he also killed two of his soldiers in the battle between the two sides.

You should know that in this small-scale war, there were only three people killed in the Ming army, and Alslen alone caused two-thirds of the Ming army's death rate, and he had to admit his courage.

"What a pity... It's a pity..." Zhang Qi sighed softly, not knowing that he was referring to the regret of the soldiers he had killed, or a warrior like Arslen.

"Boss..." Zhang Qi waved to several subordinates not far away, and they soon trotted over.

"Have the fallen brothers been resettled?" Zhang Qi asked.

"According to the boss' order, the dead brothers were cremated and brought back, and they were already arranged." One person replied.

Zhang Qi nodded and took these brothers from Datong to Mongolia. As a soldier, Zhang Qi certainly knew that no matter whether it was victory or failure, there would be casualties, but no matter what, he had to bring all of the brothers who died back and return to his hometown with his soul.

"This man is a warrior. It is a glory to die on the battlefield as a warrior. Bury him well here. According to the Mongolians, let him return to the embrace of the heaven of immortality on his own grassland." Zhang Qi pointed at Arslen's body and ordered.

Several soldiers responded quickly, then turned to get the tools, dug a hole next to Alslen's corpse, then put his body in, and found a piece of sheepskin to cover it, as a coffin, and then piled it with soil.

Half an hour later, there was only a small earthblock where Alslen buried. This small earthblock would probably be covered with green grass in a short time. At that time, in such a large grassland, no one could find the place of his grave.

Looking at the slightly raised little earthbowl, Zhang Qi thought about it and directly inserted Alslen's heirloom sword in front of the earthbowl. Although he didn't know who Alslen was, it was even more impossible for him to erect a monument, but using the other party's heirloom sword to accompany him was the only thing Zhang Qi could do.

After doing all this, Zhang Qi was almost done. The injured soldiers had been treated and bandaged. Except for the troubles of several seriously injured people, the minor injuries did not hinder their actions.

After turning on the horse, Zhang Qi issued an order. Although many Mongolians escaped, they did not have time to destroy the Mongolian tribe directly. However, although the Mongolians left, their cattle and sheep were still there, and their camp tents and other things were not too late to take them away.

Zhang Qi ordered that all cattle and sheep beheaded, except for some as a supplementary requirement in the army, the rest were discarded on the grassland. As for the Mongolian camp, it was even simpler, so he just put a fire and burned it clean.

When the camp fire ignited and the black smoke rushed straight into the sky, Zhang Qi and his friends had already gotten on their horses and galloped on the vast grassland, and soon they were no longer visible.

Jining, also known as Ulanqab in later generations, originated from the name of this name as the four tribes and six Mongolian banners that successively joined the Qing court in the 14th year of Kangxi, namely: the Sizi Tribe, the Maoming'an Tribe, the Khalkha Right-wing Tribe, the three flags of the Ulanqab (commonly known as the Darhan Beile Banner), and the three flags of the Ulanqab (front, middle, and back) met for the first time in the Ulanqab area within the territory of the Siziwang Banner. There was a river in the land, which was named Ulanqab. Because it called the land by the river and the place name by the land.

Now this place is the big tent of Ortai. Ortai has been in a much better mood these days than before. The greedy Russians finally felt relieved and dropped a lot based on the original price.

However, Ortai thinks that the price can be reduced. You should know that although the current quotation is much cheaper than the previous quotation, the price is still much higher than when the Qing Dynasty and Russia were first cooperated. Although Ortai knew in his heart that it would be impossible to be the same as before, there should be room for further investigation to reduce the price.

There is nothing I can do about this. Ortai is not as rich as the Qing Dynasty. The Mongolians sounded famous, but they were all poor people.

There is a saying in later generations that is good: wealth is rich, but those with furry are not counted.

The wealth of the Mongols is nothing more than cattle and sheep. When they encounter winter blizzards or other disasters, they can even wipe out all of this wealth overnight, thus becoming destitute.

As for those Mongolian Taiji, princes, etc., although they have a lot of private wealth, these guys regard gold and silver as more important than their lives. To make money from them is simply like killing them, even if Ortai is now equal to the lord of Mongolia, it is impossible for them to do so.

Therefore, Ortai's actual income is not much. In addition to suppressing the Mongolian tribes, directly taking over several tribes as their direct subordinates, and relying on the cattle and sheep of these tribes to obtain resources, the remaining one is Ortai's own "private money".

This money includes the wealth plundered in Shanxi back then. Although it is quite a lot for ordinary people, it is not much for a regime. Ortai must be careful in calculating and use the money on the edge.
Chapter completed!