Although the Mongolian grassland in October is still green, it has begun to be mixed with some yellow colors in the green. People who grow up on the grassland understand that this should be the last warmth of the year. In another month, the ruthless winter will sweep the entire grassland, and the earth will be covered by the vast white snow. At that time, both cattle, sheep and humans will face the severe test of nature.

Yang Feng, who had returned from modern time and space, supplemented the troops with enough food and supplies. After the army began to march into Mongolia, the Jiangning army set out from Jinzhou, crossed the Xiaoling River one after another and came to the scope of the Khalkha tribe in Mongolia after a week of rushing.

"Is this Mongolia? Sure enough, there are endless plains everywhere, it's so beautiful!" Looking at the grassland that is beyond your reach, Yang Feng exclaimed sincerely.

Today, Yang Feng was wearing a three-color camouflage uniform like an ordinary sergeant, wearing a pair of black cowhide training boots under his feet, and riding a red war horse. He looked at the green grassland in front of him and felt very broad-minded, but someone didn't give him much face.

This person who did not give him face was the guide he invited, a middle-aged Mongolian man. The name of this Mongolian guide is very interesting, called Haritaogao, which means black iron pot when translated into Chinese.

When Yang Feng and his officers heard this name for the first time, they almost laughed together, but no matter how much they laughed, everyone admired his ability, especially in the area of ​​Mobei, Hari Taogao was simply a living map, and he could not go to the wrong place even if he closed his eyes.

Looking at Yang Feng, who is of high nature, Haritao Gao said respectfully: "Dear General, now you only see the beauty of the Mongolian prairie. In another month, you will see the cruelty of the prairie. If you encounter Baishen, then how many herdsmen and animals on the prairie will die?"

"Baijian?" Huang Zhenye, Qiu Disheng, Gou Xingma, Yan Di and other officers following Yang Feng all rushed up curiously. Gou Xingma, who had been promoted to Qianlong General, asked curiously: "Harri Taogao, I think your Mongolians on the grassland live a good life. They grazed during the day and drank at night. This kind of life is also good, and what exactly is Baijian you mentioned."

"White disaster is super heavy snow." Haritaogao explained: "It will snow after November on the grassland. At that time, the whole grassland will be filled with strong winds, snowflakes flying, and white everywhere. If the wind is too strong, "white-haired wind" will form, which will cause herders and sheep to lose their direction. This is not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing is that if the snow falls too much and the snow exceeds the knee, it will not be able to graz. If the snow falls loosely, horses and sheep may also peel off the snow layer and eat grass; if the snow falls after a while, the snow surface becomes ice shells, then the animal will not only not be able to eat grass, but also be easily scratched by the ice shells."

Speaking of this, Haritao Gao sighed, "Once a white disaster occurs, the tribe will suffer major losses. In order not to waste food, some elderly people in the tribe will walk out of the tent in heavy snow and let the blizzard swallow themselves."

"There is still this? I've opened my eyes. It seems that life on the grassland is not easy to mess with." Gou Xingma was amazed by the side.

When Qiu Disheng, who was standing by, saw that Ha Ritao Gao was in a bad mood, he joked: "Old Ha, you just said Bai Disaster. Is there any black disaster? Is black disaster a little better than Bai Disaster?"

"Black disaster?" When Ha Ritao Gaoyi heard this, his whole body couldn't help but tremble for a moment, and his face changed.

Seeing Hari Tao Gao's expression, everyone was stunned. Qiu Disheng couldn't help but ask curiously: "No, there is really a black disaster? Let's talk to us."

"Of course there is." Haritao Gao was silent for a long time before gritting his teeth and said, "If the white disaster will cause heavy losses to our tribe, then the black disaster is likely to be the demon that devours all life!"

Seeing everyone's curious eyes, Ha Ritaogao slowly explained to everyone.

If the white disaster comes, the wind is howling and the blizzard is raging, and it is a grim demon, then the black disaster is simply a silent god of death. The nature of the black disaster is completely opposite to the white disaster. It seems that nothing has happened, but it burys the threat of death in the dark.

When the black disaster comes, the entire grassland will not snow all winter. Because on the grassland in winter, people and animals mainly rely on snow to drink water. After winter, the river enters the freezing period. If there is no snow for a long time, the livestock cannot drink water. In places with wells, the grass is not good, and the grass is good is lacking in water, and conflicts arise in water plants. In this case, the livestock will become thicker due to thirst, which will lead to indigestion, fat loss, miscarriage, disease, and death.

Sometimes, due to lack of water, the cattle, sheep and livestock of the entire tribe may even die of thirst. When the black disaster comes, the entire tribe will often die of silent destruction. People on the grassland will change their color when talking about black disasters.

After listening to Ha Ri Tao Gao's narration, Qiu Disheng couldn't help but say: "It seems that the grassland is not as peaceful and beautiful as you see on the surface, and life is quite hard."

"Their lives are not very good." Yang Feng said, "Harri Taogao said it well. The herdsmen on the Mongolian grasslands did not have very good life, but this is not the reason they aimed the butcher knife at us. Don't forget that whenever a large-scale disaster occurs in Mongolia, they are when they raise their troops to go south. Since the Song Dynasty, the Mongolian cavalry went south to us. After the demise of the Southern Song Dynasty, they even implemented measures to kill those who were higher than the wheels. At that time, there were more than a billion Han people who died under their butcher knife.

Under the massacre of the Mongols, all the Wanyan clans of the Jin Emperor were slaughtered, and there was no Wanyan clan in the world since then. This does not include the Dangxiang tribe lost by the Mongol Empire in the genocide of the Western Xia, and the Khitans who were genocidal after the Liao Dynasty. In the early Ming Dynasty, Henan, Hebei, northern Jiangsu, and eastern and western Shandong were all uninhabited areas.

Under the murder and rule of the Mongols, China lost 130 million people, covering thousands of years of history. The Mongols caused the most serious harm to our Chinese nation. So don’t even look at the Mongols, and you can’t take action with pity. Once they recover their strength, they will still be my great men who suffer."

"Killed 1.3 million?" All the generals were shocked by this number. The current population of the Ming Dynasty is probably just like this. Judging from this number, the Mongolians killed all the people in the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Feng is not nonsense. The genocide of the Mongolian Empire in China was later recorded in the "Guinness World Records".

Seeing everyone's frightened look, Yang Feng snorted coldly: "So don't forget that wolves are wolves, they can never eat vegetarian food. Don't forget what we are doing this time. If any of you have mercy and can't do it, say it now. I will approve him to go back immediately. Don't blame me for executing military laws at that time!"

Listening to Yang Feng's words, everyone shouted in unison: "Abide by the military orders of the Lord, the last generals will definitely live up to the expectations of the generals!"

"good!"

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction after looking at everyone's statement. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ha Ri Tao Gao suddenly jumped off his horse and knelt down and kowtowed to him, but Yang Feng was a little stunned, "H Ri Tao Gao, what are you doing?"

Haritaogao crawled on the ground and said respectfully: "Dear Lord, Haritaogao knows that he is just a humble servant. I dare not pray for your forgiveness, but I still hope that if possible, the poor herders will have a way out and not kill them all."

Looking at Haritaogao who didn't even dare to raise his head, Yang Feng was silent and smiled faintly: "Hritaogao, I know your concerns. Although you have been a Chinese citizen, you have grown up in Mongolia after all and still have feelings for your former compatriots. But you must remember that the Khalkha tribes are still invading our Ming Dynasty from time to time, killing our Ming people and plundering our people's property. The Korqin tribes even surrendered to the Later Jin Tartars. They are our enemies, but you ask me to show mercy to the enemy. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Haritaogao crawled on the ground and choked and said, "The villain knows that the villain dares not ask the adults to forgive the Khalkha tribe all, but only asks the adults to be kind to the women and children of the Khalkha tribe and to live their lives."

Yang Feng pondered for a while, looked embarrassed, and finally nodded reluctantly: "Okay, since you have this heart, then I can promise you that as long as the women and children of the Khalkha tribe do not act aggressively against us, I will take their lives around them."

"Sir, thank you...Sir, thank you!" Seeing Yang Feng agreeing, Ha Ri Tao Gao kowtowed repeatedly.

Yang Feng looked at Ha Ritao Gao who was kneeling on the ground and cursed: "Let's go... If you can't find the tribe you mentioned before dark today, I can't spare you."

"I understand!" Ha Ritao quickly got up, jumped on his horse and ran quickly to the front to lead the way.

After Haritao Gao left, Qi Yan, the silent politician, rode his horse over and asked in a deep voice: "Sir, are you really going to get around those Mongols? Have they followed the Later Jin Tartars to kill many of our people over the years?"

"Since I promised Haritao Gao, I will do it naturally." Yang Feng said calmly: "You don't have to worry too much. This official just promised Haritao Gao to leave the lives of those women and children, and did not promise to leave the lives of those adult men. Could it be that you are still afraid of the elderly, weak women and children?"

"But if the women, children and children are left behind, they will not be able to survive on the grassland. You might as well kill them directly." After hearing Yang Feng's words, Qiu Disheng muttered from the side.

"Who said that they were left on the grassland?" Yang Feng said in a row: "Our Jiangningwei has many farms and wastelands that are short of work. Aren't those women and children ready-made laborers?"

"Huh...yes!" Qiu Disheng slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "These women and children only need to stutter when they arrive at Jiangning Wei. There is no need to pay for their wages. Where can we go to find such good laborers?"

Yang Feng's smile was very meaningful, "Just understand, don't forget what we came here this time. We came to buy horses from those Mongolians. What if the Mongolians refused to sell horses to us? At that time, wouldn't the swords and guns in our hands come in handy?"

The news that the Jiangning army came to Khalkha across the Daling River and came to Khalkha did not know about the Later Jin and Mongolia, because Yang Feng only told Sun Chengzong that he wanted to take people to the Chahar tribe in the south of the desert to buy war horses. So Sun Chengzong never dreamed that Yang Feng would dare to take less than 10,000 people to the heart of Mongolia... The Korqin tribe went, and as for the Later Jin spies lurking in Jinzhou City, he naturally didn't know about it.

The abbreviation of the Khalkha tribe is the northern Mongolian desert. It is composed of three tribes: Xietu Khan, Zasaktu Khan and Chechen Khan. Although the Khalkha tribe did not directly surrender to the Later Jin like the Khalkha tribe, their relationship with the Later Jin was unusual. Five or six years ago, Nurhaci had met with the three tribes of the Khalkha tribe. The two sides often communicated with each other. The Later Jin used the stolen food, iron tools, salt and various silks to fight the Khalkha tribes, cattle and sheep, cattle tendons, and leather.

The closest tribe to the Later Jin Dynasty is the Chechen Khan tribe. This tribe is walking on the grassland hundreds of square kilometers near the Later Jin territory. For them who live by grass, this place has been a place where they grazed for generations. Since the Ming Dynasty's Yongle Emperor's grand ceremony, the Ming Dynasty has never entered this land, so they never thought that one day disaster would come to them.

The Gallery Flag belongs to the Chechen Khan tribe. Their small tribe is not large in number, only about a thousand people. These days, the adults and children of the tribe are busy scrambling to collect grass, collecting firewood, cow dung and other things for the winter, and they didn't notice that a team was coming towards them. When the children playing outside the tent saw the cavalry as red as flames flying towards them from afar, the children not only were not afraid but looked at these cavalry who had never seen before, and some even thought that these people were cavalry of the Later Jin Dynasty.

"Everyone listened, rushed in and drove everyone out. If anyone dared to resist and kill him!"

When Yang Daniu's voice sounded in the team, five hundred Jiangning cavalry had already rushed into the tribe with their pistols and sabers. Soon there were bursts of screams, roars and muskets.
Chapter completed!