There was a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth, and the wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier.

Zhu Jing'an stood at the top of Datong City and looked to the north.

Looking at the howling cold wind and scattered snowflakes outside the city, his face looked a little solemn.

"The weather is getting colder. Are the winter coats and firewood and charcoal for heating required by our soldiers sufficient?"

While speaking, Zhu Jing'an gathered his robe, obviously feeling the chill.

Although Datong is still within the pass, it is not far from the grassland. In winter, the climate is not much warmer than on the grassland.

In the current Ming army, a large number of soldiers are from southerners.

Their bodies are far less cold-resistant than the northerners. If winter clothing and heating firewood are not arranged in place, there will probably be a lot of non-combat attrition before the war begins.

This is what Zhu Jing'an doesn't want to see.

Zhu Jing'an's questioning voice fell, and Zhang Jin on the side spoke.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, when our army sets off from the capital, all the winter clothes it needs will be ready."

"They are all new winter clothes shipped from Jiangnan, and the quality is definitely above the standard."

"As for the wood and charcoal, it is supplied locally by Datong Prefecture. If the military pays for it, it will not be a problem now."

With the invention of the steam engine and the application of spinning machines and looms, the textile industry in the Ming Dynasty is now undergoing a very dramatic technological revolution.

The production efficiency of textile factories is constantly improving.

It is precisely because of this that the prices of cotton and ready-made clothing in Daming have dropped in recent times.

Of course, although the price has dropped, the quality has improved a lot.

This has also reduced the cost of purchasing military uniforms for the Ming army.

Zhu Jing'an nodded slightly when he heard this, and then said.

"That's good!"

"It's winter now, so we must do a good job of keeping warm."

At this time, a group of sentry riders came back from outside Datong City.

After arriving in Datong, this team of sentries went straight into the city gate, then climbed the city and came to Zhu Jing'an, holding his fists and saying with a somewhat eager expression.

"Your Highness, urgent military situation!"

Zhu Jing'an frowned slightly when he heard this, but still asked.

"What urgent military situation?"

"What happened outside the customs again? But are the Mongolian tribes going south to clear grass valleys?"

This team of sentries came back from outside the pass. If there is an emergency military situation, it must be from the direction outside the pass.

You can’t go wrong with that!
When the sentry knight heard this, he shook his head and explained.

"Your Majesty, the Mongolian tribes have not gone south."

"But our military sentries discovered several Mongolian tribal camps that had been slaughtered on the grassland. The perpetrators deliberately left many traces, all pointing to our Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Jing'an was a little confused when he heard this.

But he soon realized that someone was framing him.

If before this, various Mongolian ministries expressed their willingness to support Yongxuan, they were just words.

Then, after the "Ming army" started massacring the Mongolian tribes, the Mongolian tribes may really want to side with Yongxuan and Tsarist Russia wholeheartedly to rebel against the Ming Dynasty and restore the Qing Dynasty.

The reason why he dared to conclude that this matter was definitely not done by the Ming army himself, but someone framed it.

That's because since the snow started to fall, none of the Ming army's troops, except for the sentry cavalry, had left Datong.

It's impossible for the Ming army to kill people from a distance, right?

Isn’t this bullshit?
Frowning, Zhu Jing'an spoke.

"Probe again, report again!"

"Instruct all ministries to continue sending additional sentries in the direction of the grassland to pinpoint the location of the assailant, and then find a way to eliminate them."

"I know I can't bear this blame for nothing!"

Zhu Jing'an knew that this matter was most likely the work of Yongxuan or Tsarist Russia.

Although the people who died were Mongolians and those who did it were Yongxuan or Tsarist Russia, for Zhu Jing'an it was a dog-eat-dog situation, and he would not feel bad no matter how many people died.

But this feeling of being forced to take the blame still made him very unhappy.

He couldn't bear this grievance in vain!
When the sentry rider heard this, he immediately clasped his fists and left.

Zhang Jin also immediately resigned and arranged for more sentries to enter the grassland for reconnaissance.

Soon, the Ming army in Datong began to send additional sentries towards the grassland.

Groups of cavalry roared out of Datong City and began to penetrate deep into the grassland.

These cavalry sent out were basically Sauron soldiers who had surrendered to the Ming Dynasty over the years, plus some Mongolian cavalry and Han cavalry with superb riding skills.

Although their identities are different, these people all have one obvious thing in common, that is, their personal fighting skills are very outstanding.

It is impossible for everyone to bravely conquer the three armies, but there are quite a few who can defeat ten of them.

On the frontal battlefield, the personal bravery of these people may not be of much use in the face of volleys of muskets and covering fire from artillery.

But if they are used as sentry scouts, good steel will definitely be used on the blade.

……

On the vast grassland, the wind and snow stopped for a while, and the world was surrounded by a world covered in silver.

A group of Cossack cavalry were on their way, and both the men and the horses were exhaling hot breath.

However, this group of Cossacks were not wearing Tsarist Russian military uniforms, but clothes that were similar in style and color to the military uniforms of the Ming Dynasty.

Even the flag they used was a big red flag with a big Chinese character written on it.

Well, these are all provided by Yongxuan.

The Qing army and the Ming army fought so many battles, and they must be familiar with the Ming army's uniforms and flags.

Moreover, in order to prevent their red body from being too obvious in the snowy field, these Cossacks also wore a white cloak on their bodies for concealment.

Frankie sat on the horse, feeling the cold wind blowing against his face, and calmly urged the horse to move forward.

He is a lone wolf who grew up in the Siberian wilderness.

Although the winter in the Mongolian grasslands is cold, compared with Siberia, it is almost boring.

Frankie has long been accustomed to the severe cold in Siberia, and the cold winter in the Mongolian grasslands is nothing more than water to him.

And most of the group of Cossacks behind him were like this.

Although the weather today was very cold and there was wind and snow, their march was not affected at all.

The group of Cossacks continued forward, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints on the snow.

The cold wind was still howling, tugging at the white cloaks on their bodies.

Just then, another Cossack ran from a distance.

The Cossack rode all the way to Frankie and then spoke to report.

"Reporting to your Excellency, Brigadier General, we are now less than thirty miles away from the next target, the tribal camp of Toktu tribe."

"Our army can start preparing for war!"

One verst is approximately 1066.8 meters, which is almost one kilometer.

For the cavalry, the distance of thirty kilometers can be reached in the blink of an eye.

At this time, they really should start preparing for war! When Frankie heard this, his eyes brightened obviously, and he turned to give instructions to the lieutenants around him.

"Immediately send people out to block all escape routes of the target tribe."

"Then the army continues to move forward, paying attention to concealed whereabouts in order to launch a surprise attack!"

Upon hearing this, several lieutenants around Frankie touched their chests and saluted, showing that they understood.

……

It's night, and the sky is filled with stars.

In this era without light pollution, the night sky is like a dark curtain sprinkled with diamonds, which is extremely beautiful.

A hairy moon hung in the sky, emitting a faint light.

The moonlight shines on the white snow, and due to the reflection, the vision in the dark night is pretty good.

Frankie raised his head to observe the moonlight, then lowered his head and took out a pocket watch from his arms to take a look at it. After confirming that the time was almost up, he immediately waved his hand and gave the order.

"Attack!"

After his words fell, one Cossack cavalry got on his horse and headed towards the Tokto tribe's camp.

At the beginning, they just walked slowly on horseback.

But as time passed, the speed of the war horse continued to increase, and soon it turned into a galloping horse.

The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and the cavalry galloped wildly.

Under the trampling of the horses' hooves, a large number of snowflakes were lifted up and flying everywhere.

A pair of sharp scimitars reflected the cold light under the moonlight!

……

Feeling the urge to urinate, Habibie opened her eyes, got out of the thick sheepskin blanket, casually grabbed a robe at hand and put it on her body, and then walked out of the ger.

When they reached a leeward spot, Habibie unbuttoned his belt and began to pee.

There was a splash of water, and the yellow soup left a very obvious trace on the snow.

Habibie shivered, fastened his belt, then bent down to grab a handful of snow in the snow, washed the urine on his hands, and then prepared to return to the ger to sleep.

A gust of cold wind blew. Habibi tightened his tight-fitting sheepskin robe and quickly got into the yurt.

However, the weather is really too cold now. Habibie was shivering in bed, turning over and over, unable to sleep.

He had no choice but to get up and go outside to get two pieces of cow dung cakes, and then used the cow dung cakes to light the stove.

As the stove was ignited, the temperature in the yurt began to rise slowly.

Habibie sat by the stove to warm herself up, watching the kettle on the stove being boiled little by little, the heat steaming, and her eyes couldn't help but feel a little vacant.

Seeing that the water was almost boiling, Habibi picked up a cup carved from wood, first sprinkled a handful of broken tea leaves into the cup, and then poured water.

Holding the teacup, Habibi drank tea. The hot water reached his stomach, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

Drinking a sip of hot water in the winter is really the most comfortable thing.

However, suddenly at this moment, the expression on Habibi's face froze.

He noticed obvious ripples vibrating in the water glass he placed on the table.

Seeing this scene, Habibi subconsciously pricked up his ears and became alert.

I saw the ripples in the water glass becoming more and more obvious, and there was a faint rumble of horse hooves.

Soon, in just the blink of an eye, the sound of horse hooves changed from faint to clearly audible.

Boom! Boom!
The deafening sound of horse hooves continued to sound, and it was getting louder and louder.

Habibie panicked for a moment and strode outside the yurt to see what was going on.

Who is riding a horse in the middle of the night!
He had just stepped out of the yurt and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a group of cavalry roaring into his field of vision.

It was a group of cavalry wearing red armor, and the large flag with black characters on a red background was quite eye-catching.

After the appearance of this flag, the identity of these people is self-evident.

Seeing this scene, Habibie immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"The Ming army is coming to kill!"

"The enemy is attacking!"

"..."

Soon, people in the entire tribe camp began to react.

However, before these Mongols could pick up their bows and arrows and mount their horses in the camp, the Cossacks wearing Ming army uniforms rode into the Tokto tribe's camp.

The saber flew and heads were thrown into the air.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The galloping horses could easily knock the Mongolians away, causing them to suffer broken bones and tendons, and bloody heads.

Torches were thrown into the haystacks. In an instant, flames filled the sky and thick smoke rose into the sky.

The crisp sound of musket shooting mixed with the screams and shouts of death made people feel numb.

After these Cossack cavalry swarmed into the Mongolian camp, they completely had fun, killing everyone they saw and robbing everything they saw.

The Tokto tribe's camp quickly turned into a hell on earth!

Seeing this scene, Habibi's eyes were filled with unconcealable horror.

He ducked back into the tent to get his bow, arrows and scimitar.

But before he could get out of the tent, a torch fell on the top of the tent.

In an instant, the fire burst into flames.

Seeing this, Habibie could only use the machete in his hand to make a hole in the side of the yurt, and then duck out.

However, as soon as he got out of the tent, he saw a "Ming Army" cavalry riding on horseback not far away.

The sharp saber slashed towards his neck.

Habibie dodged and ducked to avoid the fatal knife. Then he rolled on the spot. Before he could get up, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot at the "Ming Army" cavalryman.

With a pop, the arrow hit the "Ming Army" cavalry accurately.

The Ming army cavalry screamed and fell off the horse's back.

As a famous hunter in the tribe and a ranked warrior, Habibie's skills and archery skills are among the best.

Seeing that the enemy had fallen from his horse, Habibi rushed forward quickly and slashed with his sword.

"Despicable Ming thief, give back the lives of my people!"

In this night attack, no one knew how many tribesmen would die tragically under the butcher's knife of the Ming army. Habibi's heart was filled with stagnant anger.

He slashed several times in succession until the "Ming Army" cavalry was chopped to bloody pulp, and then he stopped.

However, the expression on Habibie's face soon changed.

Because he realized something was wrong.

The enemy he hacked to death had blond hair and blue eyes, and was obviously not Han.

Involuntarily, Habibie began to doubt the identity of this invading enemy.

Are they really the Ming army?
Since when did the Ming army have blond and blue-eyed foreigners?
With doubts in his heart, Habibi held his bow and arrow, ready to shoot another one.

There was a crashing sound of bowstrings trembling, and another lone Cossack was hit by an arrow and fell from his horse. (End of chapter)

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