Since the beginning of winter last year, the grasslands on the northern grasslands, which should have been covered with heavy snow, are now dry.

If it weren't for the cold north wind blowing, it would almost make people wonder if this prairie is still in autumn!

...

In the Tatar territory, on the Tamir River.

In the temporary garrison of the Tatar army, white felt tents with round domes are arranged in a scattered manner.

In the bitter cold wind, a bright yellow dragon flag representing the Great Zhou Empire stands tall in the center of the camp. Below it is the flag of the general with the character "Jia" and the flag of the Mongol Khan with the winged eagle.

Under the three big banners, there is a Khan King's golden tent that is many times larger than the surrounding felt tents.

The camp faces north and south, bounded by the golden tent. To the west of the camp is the Tatar army, and to the east is Jia Jing and his army led their troops to support.

...

In the golden tent at this time, Tatar Khan Molun was greeting Jia Jing and his party.

It was not until this time that Jia Jing realized how bad the Tatar tribes had fallen to under the robbery of the Oirats.

The Tatars were newly defeated, and the 20,000 troops claimed to the public at this time were actually just more than 10,000 defeated soldiers collected after the big defeat, plus a group of newly recruited recruits.

Both are courage and bloody dogs, and the other are young novices who have never seen blood. Such an army has the combat power to imagine.

The Tatars who had often gone south to plunder the Great Zhou in previous years finally realized the feeling of being plundered by others!

...

Facing the invasion of the Oirats.

If only a small group of Tatar soldiers were dispatched, with similar numbers, the Tatar soldiers were no match for the Oirat soldiers who came to rob. Their own people were robbed, and these Tatar soldiers were rescued in the past, but in the end, they often turned into military achievements!

But as long as there are large groups of Tatar troops gather and want to bully the few based on the number of people, the Oirat's 20,000 reserve team will directly head to the front line, and the small groups of Oirat soldiers who are scattered and robbed everywhere will gather quickly.

Immediately afterwards, as long as Moron did not lead the army to run away quickly, the Oirats would let Moron know what it means to really bully the less with the more.

If the weak Tatar army faced the Oirats head-on, they would be very likely to be directly defeated and dispersed by the other side.

By then, the Tatar tribes really had no power to fight back.

Therefore, facing the 50,000 Oirat army, Moron Khan could only retreat again and again.

One side is constantly pressing, the other side is fleeing in panic.

In just a short period of time, the morale of the Tatar army had fallen to a limit.

In less than two months, it took Molun a lot longer than the previous two years to send people to express his gratitude to Jia Jing lead his troops to support him.

The news I received throughout the day was either that this tribe was robbed or that tribe was slaughtered...

The plunder of the Oirats made the Tatar tribes, which were originally extremely poor, even worse now.

What's even more terrifying is that as tribes are constantly being robbed and massacred, Khan Moron, who is unable to shelter them, his status is already in jeopardy.

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"This time General Jia came to help our Mongolian Yuan tribes, Xiao Wang is very grateful! With a general here, my Mongolian Yuan people will be worried."

In the golden tent, Moron held a bowl of wine and said to Jia Jing: "General Xiao Wang Jing!"

Looking at the acquaintance who had met two or three times in front of him, Jia Jing said: "Moron Khan is too polite! It's just that the army has already stipulated that drinking is not allowed during the war. This time, tea will be used instead of wine. Please forgive me!"

Moron's hand was a little slow, and then he reacted and said, "What the general said is very much. Drinking in the army has indeed made a mistake! Xiao Wang was negligent this time!"

After saying that, Moron hurriedly asked someone to remove all the wine from the golden tent and replace it with a cup of tea.

Afterwards, Jia Jing raised his glass and returned to Moron Khan with tea instead of wine.

After respecting each other, Moron Khan saw that Jia Jing was not as murderous as he encountered on the battlefield, and his nervous mood was much more relaxed.

valley……

After a while of eating and drinking, Moron ordered people to take out the map of the former Mongol Yuan Dynasty.

Jia Jing looked carefully and saw a crooked black pen mark in the center of the map, dividing the entire map into two.

The black handwriting strokes are obliquely drawn from the top to the bottom. On the left is the Oirat, which was separated from the Mongol Yuan, and on the right is the Tatar.

The Tamir River where Jia Jing and Moron are now located is not far from the junction of Tatars and Oirat.

Jia Jing couldn't help but glance at Molun and was able to take out all his detailed maps. It seemed that Molun sincerely praised the Great Zhou.

...

"Report!"

With a loud shout, a whistle detective hurried into the tent and saluted Jia Jing, "Report to General, we found the Oirat army thirty miles west of our camp!"

In the golden tent, it suddenly became quiet.

"Come on this soon?"

Jia Jing put down the food in his hand and said to Lai Fu who was waiting beside him: "Ming Jin gathers troops, we will go and meet these Oirats later!"

He said to Moron on the side again: "Khan, let's go together?"

"this……"

Thinking of the combat effectiveness of his own army, Moron Khan couldn't help but hesitate.

But then, under Jia Jing's gaze, Moron gritted his teeth suddenly, "Okay, then Xiao Wang will gather soldiers and generals to join General Jia!"

Jia Jing smiled again and said, "Moron Khan is indeed a very bloody man!"

Faced with Jia Jing's praise, Molun could only smile stiffly at this time, praying in his heart that Jia Jing could defeat the Oirat army in a terrible way like he had defeated him.

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The rushing sound of gongs and long horns echoed over the camp.

The whole camp was noisy.

Countless soldiers quickly emerged from the felt tent, and then quickly sorted out their clothes and armor in the sound of gongs and horns, and quickly assembled.

In less than a cup of tea, the more than 10,000 cavalry under Jia Jing's command had already been assembled.

In front of the camp, twelve thousand-man cavalry stood in the wind, and a solemn aura came to the face.

At this time, Moron's soldiers were only gathered less than half.

Looking at the soldiers in front of Jia Jing with a straight armor and neatly arranged team, and then looking at the soldiers gathered together from east to west, Moron felt a burning look on his face.

Jia Jingce immediately stepped forward and asked, "Moron Khan, do you want this general to help?"

"help?"

Moron was a little puzzled, "How can General Jia help?"

Jia Jing smiled slightly, "Khan, just be optimistic!"

Then, his right hand suddenly waved and Jia Jing shouted, "If you have not gathered to return to the team within half a moment, be killed!"

Behind him, more than 10,000 soldiers from Dazhou also shouted, "Catch! Behead! Behead!"

The deafening shouts resounded throughout the sky, and the strong murderous aura filled the air, which scared the Tatar soldiers and their movements were accelerating a lot.

Jia Jing said again: "Originally, the supervisory team should be sent to the rear to drag the loose ones to be punished with military law, but because they are Khan's subordinates, I will not interfere in it!"

Moron Khan then reacted and praised: "The general is strict in discipline and law. It's no wonder that he can train such elite soldiers. Xiao Wang feels inferior to him!"
Chapter completed!