Yelu Dashi is now a messing stick on the grassland. He started from the Naiman tribe to attack Song, disrupting the power of the grassland.

It is also rare to Chi naturally hate Yelu Dashi, and Huerzha Husi has no fondness for Yelu Dashi.

They unanimously agreed that Yelu Dashi was here to play with them as monkeys and wanted to use them.

In order to further improve the preparations for the resistance of the Song Dynasty, after Huerzha Hus's 60,000 troops arrived, Bai Buhua ran to the north of Mo again, almost reaching the Beihai (Lake Baikal).

To the surprise of Baibuhua, Hebule quickly agreed to his request and agreed to send troops to 60,000 warriors.

Bai Buhua went back with this good news.

Yi Nan Chihan asked, "Have you seen Yelu Dashi?"

"I haven't seen Yelu Dashi."

"I'm worried that Hebule is just perfunctory."

"Why did Father Khan say this?"

"Hebule is located in the depths of the northern desert. It is unrealistic for the Song army to fight there. The Song army's northern expedition will not affect him. If I were him, I would definitely be happy to see us fighting with the Song army. After both sides suffered losses, he would come forward. Even if he could not defeat the Song army in the end, he could still negotiate peace and win a large area of ​​territory in the southern desert."

"It seems that we cannot expect to be in a position of no more. After we expel the Song army, we will settle the score with them."

Yi Nanchi frowned and couldn't help but sigh, "A letter I wrote to the Emperor of Song is like a rock sinking into the sea. The emperor must have read it, but he did not reply, which shows that the emperor's determination to start a war and should not be fun."

"This time, if we have the chance, we can surrender to Song State and surrender to the emperor. It is better to surrender to Yelu Dashi and Hehebo."

"Then will we still fight this battle?"

"Of course, if you don't fight with Song State, you won't let the emperor see how powerful we are. How can we talk about bargaining chips when surrendering in the future?"

"yes!"

"In this way, I will bring an army of 300,000 to fight against the Emperor of Song. You will lead 100,000 into the Longyou Protectorate of Song. Remember, you must be quick, catch the money off guard and cause shock to the Song Dynasty. Only then can you shake the morale of the front-line emperor and force the emperor to retreat."

"Yes, father Khan don't worry!"

Bai Buhua turned around and wanted to leave, and Yi Nanchi said in the back, "Be careful, our clan suffered a lot in the last battle. If we lose again this time, the Naiman tribe will be in danger of extermination."

"Don't worry, Father Khan, the Longyou Protectorate is under my control, and money is just a fool to fight."

Yi Nanchi nodded, hoping that this time will be smoother.

The emperor only stayed in Heishui City for two days, and then ordered 30,000 troops from Heishui City, and joined the Yulin Army, and ran all the way to the grassland.

Zhao Huan in his previous life had never been to the grassland.

At that time, I only saw the scene of the grassland on many guides and online.

I remember that the sky is blue, the grass is green, and cattle and sheep are seen when the wind blows the grass low.

Now, Zhao Huan finally saw it.

His army, like a sea of ​​black and red, advanced on the grassland.

The natural environment in ancient times was very good and the climate was very suitable, especially in the Central Plains.

In the Central Plains, which are free from industrial pollution, especially in Tokyo, what we pursue is not a good natural environment and air at all.

Because the natural environment and air in ancient times were very good.

Therefore, this kind of psychological gap is not obvious.

After strolling on the grassland for a day, the emperor rushed to the royal court of the Naiman tribe according to the instructions of the map.

But when we arrived at the royal court, there was nothing in the Dharma God and everything had been emptied.

The next day, just as Zhao Huan was tired, he found some tents in front of him.

Those are the homes of the Mongols.

A river flows through here, and obviously there is a densely populated area ahead.

The vanguard troops went first and surrounded the surroundings.

"Marquis Yongwu, you and the guide will ask you, it is difficult to see Chi's whereabouts."

"yes!"

Han Shizhong walked over with his guide and another team of men.

They saw an old man cooking fish.

Others are making fires, some are chopping firewood, obviously preparing lunch.

When they saw the Song cavalry wearing armor, they looked terrified on their faces.

Han Shizhong asked, "Who is the head of the house here?"

The guide quickly translated.

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and the old man stood up and said, "I am the head of the house here."

The translator quickly translated it.

Han Shizhong continued, "Where have the people from the Naiman tribe gone?"

"This Shangguan, we don't know about the Naiman tribe, we are just ordinary people living on the grassland."

Han Shizhong observed around him and said that after staying in the army for a long time, Han Shizhong could ask about murderous intent wherever he could tell.

His eyes slowly moved around and said in a deep voice, "Prepare for battle."

As soon as he spoke out the four words, the number one person who came forward immediately became alert.

They put one hand on the sword and the other tightly held the crossbow, and their whole bodies became tense.

Han Shizhong looked at the old man coldly and said, "Give you another chance. As long as you say it, everything will happen. His merciful Emperor will reward you."

"We really don't know."

The old man had just finished speaking, and some strong men rushed out from inside and behind the tents.

Because there is almost no iron smelting technology yet, not every one of them holds a knife.

Some people also sharpened wood as weapons.

When the old man saw this, he was shocked and said, "Everyone is back, these people are our most honorable guests, don't move!"

"The Grand Pastor Bayar, they are Han people, they are here to kill us!"

A young man shouted.

After he shouted out, everyone else held their weapons and shouted out in unison with him.

"God bless us, we will defeat these Han people who occupied our land!"

"Abls, you're confused, please let everyone go back and rest!"

"Pastor, please communicate with God, let us join the battle and kill all these Han people!"

The guide looked terrified.

He completely translated what the young man said just now.

Han Shizhong immediately sneered, "My emperor commanded the 130,000 Great Song Iron Cavalry, where did you get the confidence!"

"Shangguan, don't..."

Before the pastor finished speaking, Han Shizhong had already taken the people back.

"Your Majesty, the barbarians are trying to fight against our Song Dynasty Tianjun. Please allow the last general to order a thousand troops to level the place."

"allow!"

Han Shizhong immediately ordered a thousand people, and these people came here with Han Shizhong all the way.

They once killed the imperial guards in the south and yelled, and killed the bandits in the Central Plains to hide in Tibet. In the battle to destroy Xia, they followed Han Shizhong all the way to Xingqing Prefecture.

Each of them looked like the ice of the twelfth lunar month.
Chapter completed!