Shihuchuan, this tributary of the Kuye River is abundant, and there are many green meadows on both sides of the river, which are very suitable for tribes to garrison and herd. However, the army of the Shajian Department has directly occupied the most abundant place for water and grass, and several small tribes that have been hiding far away have also been found and destroyed by the soldiers of the Shajian Department who are idle.

On the edge of a pond in a wide meadow, Balth saw the messenger of the Mengkeshli tribe. He held a horn bow in his hand, and looked at the wild animals who were driven away by his own cavalry not far away, catching arrows and aiming at one of the yellow sheep.

"The Prince's Shooting."

Seeing the yellow sheep falling to the ground by the arrow, the messenger smiled and said carefully, "This prince of the Shajian Department is no better temper than his prince. If he gets whipped, it will be unpaid."

Putting down the bow in his hand, Bals looked at the messenger who was sweating on his forehead and finally spoke, "Go back and tell your master, forget it and go to Huawu City Alliance, it's too much trouble."

Although Huawu City is stuck between Shihuchuan and Tuoshan, it sounds fair to meet the two sides there, but it takes two or three days to go back and forth. It is not the season for autumn to be tall and fat. For Bals, who has always been accustomed to calculating, he does not want to lose too many horses.

"Prince?"

The messenger was stunned. If he brought such news back, he would be afraid that the whip from his master would be inevitable.

"Then the hundreds of households in the Ming Dynasty are personalities. They cannot let him go back to the wall alive, otherwise they will inevitably suffer from great trouble in the future."

A fierce light flashed in Bals' eyes. The hundred households in the Ming Dynasty were digging the roots of the grasslands. Those untouchables who followed him could not let go, otherwise the untouchables below would follow suit. How could their Borjijin family maintain the bloodline of the Golden Family rule the grassland?

At that time, the blood of the Golden Family was withered by the death of the Golden Family. It was not until Da Yanhan enfeoffed the blood of the Golden Family that the Borjijin family re-ruled the grassland. What the hundreds of households in the Ming Dynasty did was even more hateful than that of the Grand Master Yesen. Such Ming people must not stay.

"You go back and tell the old man Borot that in three days we will send our troops. I will go west and he will go east to take down the Ming Dynasty's 100-household camp, wealth, cattle, sheep and animals, and each one depends on his ability. Whoever grabs the more will be his own."

Barth knew that Borot did not trust him, so he wanted to go to Huawu City to join the alliance, but he could not trust this old thing. Instead of barely joining forces, it would be better for everyone to attack the camp of the hundred households of the Ming Kingdom from both sides. Although he wanted to trek into the river to attack, it was summer now, and the cave river was dry, so it was very convenient for people to swim over.

After receiving the accurate letter from Balth, the messenger left with great gratitude. After he left, several sons around Balth all stepped forward and said, "Father, Borot has always been cunning. If we send troops..."

"Silly thing, we are crossing the river and we have the final say when we want to fight. No matter how powerful the soldiers of the hundreds of households in the Ming Dynasty are, can we still rush over on the river?"

Barth scolded him. Although his sons were brave and good at fighting, they were really brainless. There is a saying by the Han people: Those who work hard to control others, and those who work hard to control others. Is there a lack of warriors on this grassland that can fight?

"What the father taught me is!"

Bales's sons were scolded for being dirty, but they didn't dare to blow the thorns. They just responded obediently, and then happily went to sort out their own troops and planned to advance westward.

...

About fifty miles away from Tuoshan, Chen Sheng and Zhang Jian stopped the team. They only brought out ten hundred-hundred-houses Shuofang Army this time. Although they had carefully selected it, they were hastily formed a army. The herdsmen were all very good riders, and many of them were not bad at shooting skills. However, after fifty people and hundreds of people, they were a group of mobs.

"Since my second brother asked us to slow down, I think it would be better to train troops nearby and just keep people staring at the Tuoshan camp."

In the orders left by Gao Jin, Chen Sheng was the main and Zhang Jian was the deputy. However, based on the experience of military management, Zhang Jian was still better than Chen Sheng. However, Zhang Jian was very gambled. If these ten hundred households were elites of the Gao family army, Zhang Jian would have to capture the fighter plane and decide on his own. However, now he is a group of newly formed herdsmen who cannot fight tough battles and must seek stability.

Zhang Jian would not have any objection. If they brought the artillery battalion this time, they might have been able to break the camp of the Mengkesh power unit. But now ten hundred households are recruits, and even if someone is behind after walking for half a day, what else can they expect?

The centurions of the ten hundred households were appointed by Gao Jin himself, but the ten men below were elected by the herdsmen who formed the army. Of course, it was recommended, but the army has always been dominated by bravery, so the ten men also conquered others to the throne. The warriors among these herdsmen are simple and simple, but in Zhang Jian's opinion, most of them are not good at using their brains.

"The hand with the strap is on the left, do you understand the left?"

The ten hundred households were split and started training. Chen Sheng and Zhang Jian did not teach each other, but just asked Shen Guang and the others to teach these ten hundred households to identify, know numbers, understand orders, and strictly execute orders.

Huhebari licked his dry lips and looked at his ten husbands, saying hoarsely, "You all know what the nobles of the Mengkeshli tribe and the Shake tribe do. If there is no escort, we will all be slaves to those nobles, and live a life that is worse than cattle and horses."

"Today, if you can't even tell the difference between the left and right, don't be the chief of the tenth husband."

The dozens of heads whose eyes were swept by Huhebari's eyes were all red, and then they tied the straps tied to their left arm tightly, and then continued to follow the centurion's command and kept turning left and right.

Looking at the ten-men who were trained by Huhebari and others, Zhang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although these guys were stupid, they could endure hardships because they were determined and could not tell the difference. It would be okay if they could not distinguish between the left and right. They would naturally understand when they practiced their bodies to death.

"Speaking of all, the Mongols can indeed fight, and there are quite a few Tartar soldiers in the border government troops."

Zhang Jian couldn't help but sigh that the Mongolians are indeed an excellent source of military service. Speaking of which, many generals on the Nine Borders are actually Mongolians. Even the nobles in the court also have nearly 20% of them are actually Mongolians, but they have long been sinicized.

Now that the Gao Ye established the Shuofang tribe, the military and civilians were divided into two parts, and the households were all divided into all the people. He also planned to teach the herdsmen to read and count, plant grass and plow the fields after they were stable. In Zhang Jian's eyes, this was to regard the various Mongolian tribes of Hetao as places for recruitment, and these Mongolians had no idea about paying money. They could be satisfied by just sending various goods that could be seen everywhere in the walls.

"When my second brother gathered those fleeing households, many of them were actually Tartars who took the Han name to farm. Now they are also veterans of our Gao family army, and no one treats themselves as Tartars anymore."

Chen Sheng looked at Hu and Bari and others in stiff Chinese words and shouted "Left and Left" and smiled at Zhang Jian, "The second brother said that whenever the Tartars in the Shuofang tribe can speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, and live a stable life, they believe in immortality and talk about Genghis Khan's achievements, which is actually no different from our Han people."

"The grandfather's mind and demeanor are indeed extraordinary."

Zhang Jian was telling the truth. The border army did not talk about those Tartar soldiers, but there were many Tartar servants in the generals, but they could not do this like a high-ranking master. They regarded Han and Mongolia as a family, and there were Hekou Fort, and there would be Shuofang tribes. He could not even think about what would happen to Shuofang tribes in two or three years. But what he could be sure of was that as long as the Shuofang tribes had established their foothold here, the defeat of the Hetao tribes would be only a matter of time.

...

Just as Chen Sheng and Zhang Jian stopped training, Hou San had already led the ten household leaders to arrange work for them in the camp by the Kuye River.

If the master is not here, the safety of the camp is the most important thing!

Hou San was nervous. The experience of being captured and going to the grassland made him feel very insecure. As soon as the master Gao Jin led his troops, he saw that the huge camp was not safe everywhere, not to mention that there were so many people in the Shuofang tribe and so many cattle, sheep and horses. What if there was a mistake?

So Hou San mobilized all the young and powerful people who could command them and built several viewing buildings directly on the outermost wall of the Yingpan. He also used demolished rafts to set up camps on the periphery. At the same time, he allowed the left-behind servants and the five hundred-household Shuofang Army to arrange patrols in the camp.

In Gubeizhai, Hou San learned something from his master, that is, if you want to work, you have to give benefits. Don’t think that others should work for you. So when he asked the heads of ten households to mobilize young and strong people to do these extra physical work, he directly took out the goods to pay for their wages.

As a result, in just three days, the camp that had been around the camp stood up and looked decent. At night, the herdsmen rushed back to the camp to rest with their animals.

As the continuous transfer and exchange of supplies with Gubeizhai through rafts, the changes in this camp have been made. First of all, most herders now use coal stoves to make fires at home, instead of burning the feces of cattle, horses and camels like in the past, or cutting down the shrubs in nearby meadows.

The fuel alone is enough to make the herdsmen of Shuofang tribe feel the benefits of civilization, so they are happy to use cow dung and sheep manure to plant grass on the fertile land, and at the same time raise sheep in siding in huts, no longer driving the flocks around.

The guys brought by Hou San taught the ten households to read and recognize numbers step by step, and how to mow grass and feed sheep. Although mowing grass is much more tiring than sheep, many herders complained at first, and always felt that their ancestors had lived nomadic life for generations. However, when Hou San said that only by mowing grass and feeding sheep could they change from him to coal as fuel to make fire and cook rice and boil water, even the lazy herders were willing to mow grass and feed the animals according to their respective zones.

After all, after enjoying the convenience and benefits of coal stoves and coal as fuel, the herdsmen knew what to choose. With coal stoves, they could stew meat for a long time until it was crispy and could also boil water and tea at any time, not to mention that the guardian had orders that they were not allowed to drink raw water.

The goods and supplies brought by Gao Jin directly made the herdsmen of the Shuofang tribe passively or actively begin to accept various changes that were contrary to their nomadic traditions. Although everyone has doubts about the kind of planting grass and raising animals, no one will be unable to get along with good things like coal stoves and coal.

So, the whole camp was full of vitality. The men went to the meadows outside to mow grass, while the half-grown dolls went to the nearby soil to catch earthworms and insects, and the women fleece in the sheep pen, and then cleaned them for groceries.
Chapter completed!