In the early morning, Irgentaiji woke up early. He was old and did not get as much sleep as he did when he was young.
The maid brought him water, helped him wash up, and he started to eat breakfast.
He likes to eat mutton braised noodles, which was taught to him by Shanxi merchants.
In the past two years, there has been a great famine on the grasslands.
Many people starved to death, otherwise they would not have rushed to seek refuge with the Qing Dynasty. After all, whoever gave them food could keep them alive.
But Irgentaiji is a very selfish person, and the three consecutive years of disasters have not allowed him to reduce his luxurious lifestyle at all.
He likes to drink white rice porridge,
Like pasta,
Likes fresh vegetables. Maybe this is why he can live to be over seventy years old on the grassland.
People on the grasslands generally have short life spans, and the harsh natural environment
Wind, frost, rain and snow are like knives, making them grow old quickly.
The damp and cold environment caused arthritis in all of them. They started to become rickets in their fifties.
Eating a lot of meat caused them to die early from cardiovascular disease. Women were even more miserable. While men were grazing during the day, they had endless housework to do.
At night, men must have enough sleep so that they can go herding the next day. Women cannot sleep. She must guard the sheepfold with weapons and the family dogs.
Fight wild wolves that attack in the middle of the night to protect your own flock of sheep.
They exhausted their lives and overdrafted their health early, and many could only live to be in their forties.
The cook brought the meat on a small wooden tray and boiled cabbage in a small pot of water. These cabbages were all wrapped in quilts and transported on camels from Zhangjiakou. A head of cabbage was the price of a sheep.
"Taiji, Alsleng is back,
It's just outside." A head guard came in and put his hand on his chest and said respectfully.
Irgentaiji happily put down the meat and said excitedly: "This guy is still very capable, but it's a pity that he is not from my tribe. Otherwise, I could marry a daughter to him. It's a pity."
Alslen came in, saluted and said: "Dear Taiji, I will come back to resume my life."
Ilguntayji was overjoyed, laughed, walked down, hugged Alslen and said: "My eagle is back, you must have brought me good news, right?"
Alsileng felt so fed up that he could only force a smile and said: "All glory goes to the great Taiji. Thanks to your blessing, I have figured out the situation there. Fortunately, I have lived up to my fate."
Ilgentaiji was overjoyed. Every time he encountered a big trouble, he could solve it perfectly by sending Alsleng.
"Quickly invite my centurions and thousands, the captains of the left and right guards, and Alabayan to discuss the matter."
After a while, everyone came together.
"Alslen, tell me," Irgentage said kindly, sitting on his throne.
"Please, dear Taiji, give me a large piece of parchment and a charcoal pencil."
Irguntaji nodded and motioned to the maid to bring it to him.
The maids brought a wooden stand, fixed a piece of parchment one meter square, put down the charcoal and went down.
There is no paper on the grassland, and even if it is available, it is extremely expensive. Usually when holding a military meeting, it is necessary to draw a map to show the comparison of the strength and situation of the two sides, and use a charcoal pen burned black to form a carbon rod to write on the sheepskin.
Sheepskin can be washed and reused after use.
"First of all, there are no marmots there, not even one." Alsleng first drew a sketch of Sancha Hill, and then pointed to the area where a large number of war horses had their legs broken and said.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion below. The captains and centurions suffered heavy losses. Now Alsleng said there were no marmots there. How is this possible?
Alslen ignored these stupid and bad idiots. He took out a piece of earthen pillar from his backpack and placed it on the tables in front of Irgentaiji.
"Dear Taiji, you see, this is what was found next to those holes. The soil was dug out with a round shovel. Those holes were all dug by people."
Suddenly there was a roar and all the generals were talking about it.
Ilgen Taiji's expression changed, which was very ugly. This was tantamount to a slap in the face in front of everyone. He always thought of himself as a wise Taiji, but he didn't even understand such a simple thing.
He was so worried yesterday that he continued to risk his life to figure it out. But now that he has figured it out, he secretly hated Alseng for losing his face.
Alslen looked on with cold eyes, as if he had a clear mind. He knew Irgentaiji and all the idiots here too well.
Yesterday, they lost a lot of manpower, and they wanted to risk their lives to figure out the reason for them.
But today I figured it out, and they were unhappy again. Because I was smart and capable, which made them look stupid.
No matter how hard I try, I can't fit into this circle. They are all related to that old immortal Irgen.
On the surface, Irgen has a good reputation, and he always wants to show his magnanimity, his meritocracy, and his wisdom and prowess. In fact, he is a downright stingy, mean, timid, and fatuous old bastard who desperately wants to save face.
The two captains under him were his eldest son and his brother's son. The centurions and the herdsmen were also related to him, so he felt at ease.
Alsleng was the only outsider, but he had a group of elite Torgut soldiers under his command. Legend has it that they were trained by the famous archer Naren Batelzhebe from Mongolia in the desert.
After Prince Torgut was poisoned, these five elite centurions were divided among the Taijis.
Because I was lucky enough to marry the prince's youngest daughter, I brought 150 families of herdsmen and 150 elite cavalry as a dowry.
A group of these cavalrymen can do more work than his ten groups. They have helped him solve countless troubles over the years.
He always wanted to annex this cavalry, so he always sent Alslenn on missions with no return.
Unfortunately, God failed, and Alslen is still alive and well, but the cavalry lost about fifty men.
"Aside from these holes for cutting off the horse's legs, there is no magic in the river. It is actually this thing that entangles our warriors in the river." Alslen said.
Then he took out a piece of roller-shaped barbed wire from his backpack.
Everyone looked at these barbed wire fences in surprise. They crowded forward and touched them with their hands. They talked a lot, and they understood at a glance that if war horses or people were attached to this thing, it would only get tighter and tighter. People and horses can't break the iron wire.
Linear.
"The water in the river is very clear and not deep. If you look carefully, you can still see it." Alslen used a charcoal pencil to draw three rows of barbed wire lurking in the river on the parchment paper.
"You see, if you don't ride a horse and cross the water, you can go around it."
Irgentaiji rolled his gray-yellow eyes and asked: "If you don't ride a horse and rely on two legs, the speed will be very slow. There are big bows and arrows on that mountain with a range of two hundred horse lengths. How can you avoid casualties?"
Since he uses Alsleng, he will naturally squeeze out all his value. Anyway, his ideas are far better than those idiots under his command.
"You can take off the wheels, cover them with rawhide, and use them as shields. Although they can't stop strong bows at close range, the casualties won't be too great before crossing the river."
"Haha, my eagle, I will do as you say. You can go down and rest. Let your people have a good rest in the camp. You don't have to take risks tomorrow."
Alslen despised him in his heart. If he had the chance to make meritorious deeds, he would not have his own share. It was really necessary for others to go forward and not for others, this old bastard.
"Dear Taiji, my men have lost fifty men, all for the mission assigned by Taiji. Please give me fifty more soldiers."
"Ah! My eagle, are you accusing me of being unkind? When this battle is over, I will not treat you and your warriors badly."
Alslen didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, he bowed and turned away.
When he walked out of the big tent, he heard the roar of laughter inside. He no longer cared about the mocking laughter of those idiots.
Today is the last time you will laugh at me, you idiots.
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