Zhangjiakou.

A convoy of nearly 100 people came to the front gate of the Bianbao city, with the Fan family flag on it.

"Sir, this is our pass certificate." The caravan manager took out a ingot of silver from his cuff and stuffed it into the handmaster in front of the city gate.

The man weighed the silver, raised his sleeves, and let the silver roll into his sleeves. Then he waved his hand with his other hand and said, "Let's go, let's go!"

"Thank you, Jun Ye." The caravan manager nodded and bowed, then turned around, waved to the convoy behind him, and shouted, "Let's go, go."

More than a dozen large trucks walked out of the gate of the border fort one after another, followed the dirt road outside the fort and entered the vast green grassland.

Except in winter, the Fan family caravan will come to the grassland every more than a month, and each time they walk the same road to Banshengcheng.

The ruts left on the grass overwhelms the tender grass that grows the most on the ground, leaving behind a dirt road that has been walked out artificially.

The Fan family caravan left the border fort and walked for more than twenty miles. There was a branch of the big Heihe River. The caravan stayed on the bank of the river overnight.

"Sir, please try this. This is what I bought from Zuixianglou to honor you."

The caravan manager was baking pancakes. A friend of the caravan walked beside him. The other party was holding a water bag in his hand, and the fragrance of wine floated out of it.

"You kid is quite sensible." The caravan manager smiled and took the water bag, pulled out the plug on it, raised it and took a sip, pursed his lips, and said, "You kid is there something wrong!"

"Hehe, I don't dare to hide it from the masters in charge." The mate said, "This is the first time I have been to the Tartars' territory. I feel so up and down, and I am always uneasy."

"Shh." The caravan manager raised a finger and scolded, "I don't know if I don't know if I can't talk about Tartars when I leave the border. That's called Mongolian nobles. Remember in the future, I must never mention the word Tartars."

"Looking at this little bitch, I forgot the rules as soon as I left the side castle." The guy patted his mouth gently.

The caravan manager said, "Okay, just remember it. If the Mongolians really hear it, no one can save you."

"Fortunately, the manager reminded me that the younger one must keep it in mind." The guy looked flattering.

The caravan manager picked up the water bag and took another sip of wine, and said, "When you arrive in Banshengcheng, it is best to be stricter and talk less. If you offend an ordinary herder, you will be whipped at most. If you offend a noble person, you will have your life explained."

The guy nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, a small guarantee. As long as you arrive at Banshengcheng, you don't say much nonsense. When you see those noble people, you will walk around."

After drinking two sips of wine, the caravan manager was a little nervous. He said, "Don't think I'm scaring you. Let me tell you the truth. There was a young man in the caravan who said the word "Tartar" in front of a Taiji. He was directly captured by the Mongolians, tied it to the horse with a rope, and dragged it to the grassland. That tragic situation, don't mention it, now I'm always afraid when I think about it."

The guy patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "These Mongolians are too cruel. If we say that our Fan family is also in a cooperative relationship, we will kill our people as soon as we say we are. This is too domineering."

"You know nothing!" said the caravan manager, "Those Taiji in the territory of the Mongolians are similar to the nobles of our Ming Dynasty. The Qingcheng person was even crowned as King Shunyi by our Ming Dynasty. If you scold them, you will still have a life."

"What the manager said is." The guy nodded in agreement, and then said, "Since that King Shunyi is in Qingcheng, why don't our Fan family's caravan go to Qingcheng?"

The caravan manager glanced at him and said, "You can inquire about this."

"This little stinky mouth." The guy slapped himself gently.

The caravan manager withdrew his gaze, picked up the water bag and drank a sip of wine, and said, "Do your own business well, and ask less about some things if you have nothing to do."

"I understand, little one." The guy nodded quickly and agreed.

The caravan manager picked up the baked cake, tore off one piece and ate it into his mouth, and at the same time he did not forget to drink a sip of wine.

After eating a pancake, he picked up another pancake that had just been baked and handed it to the guy next to him, saying, "Do you want to eat something?"

The guy shook his head and said, "No, the little one has eaten it."

The caravan manager did not persuade him, and he tore open the cake and started eating it.

When the second piece of cake was almost eaten, the guy whispered: "Sir, I heard that there are many horse bandits on the grassland. In the past, the caravans would take less than half a month to go to the land of Bansheng. What if we meet horse bandits? I heard that the horse bandits on the grassland are much more brutal than the bandits in our Ming Dynasty."

The caravan manager drank a sip of wine, followed the food in his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, the bandits dare not rob our Fan family's caravan."

"Why is this?" The guy's eyes lit up.

The caravan manager said arrogantly: "I don't know who we are working with. It's the blood of the Golden Family. Su Nang Taiji. Unless the horse bandits are desperate, they will not dare to touch our Fan family's caravan if they have the courage."

"So that's how it is." The guy nodded thoughtfully.

The caravan manager said, "Please keep your heart in your stomach. On the grassland of Tumote, even the Ming officials are not as good as the caravans of our Fan family."

The guy praised: "It's still a great boss. He can actually get in touch with a big man like Su Nang Taiji."

The caravan manager said proudly: "It's fine if you understand. If you do it well in the future, you won't be able to treat you badly in the future."

"Yes, yes, what the manager said is that the younger ones must do it well." The guy agreed with a humble look on his face.

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There is a stream thirty miles away from the Fan Family Caravan. There is a camp stationed beside the stream, with no more than a few hundred people.

Bunches of bonfires rose in the camp.

Zhao Yutu, Ma Yunjiu, Zhang Hong and others sat around the bonfire.

This time, Lao Wu, the deputy captain of the horse team who came to the grassland with the convoy, and several squadron leaders under Zhang Hong, gathered around the bonfire.

Zhao Yutu coughed and said, "The whistle cavalry we sent sent back the news. The Fan family caravan is camping thirty miles away. We should be able to come to us tomorrow afternoon, so call you all and we will hold a pre-war combat meeting."

Everyone sat upright.

"You are here, either the cavalry of the cavalry or the war soldiers of our tiger flag are better than the director of the logistics bureau when fighting, so let's talk about how we fight this battle." After that, Zhao Yutu looked at the people around the bonfire.

Ma Yunjiu was the first to speak and said, "Actually, this matter is not complicated. Our team of horses takes action. I promise to win the Fan family caravan tonight."

"Our brigade can do it too." Zhang Hong said, "The Fan family caravan includes the mate and guard, and there are only a few more than fifty people. One squadron under my command will eliminate the Fan family caravan."

Lao Wu continued: "Your soldiers are too slow. When you arrive at the Fan family caravan, it will be dawn. Why not let our horse team fight and ensure that the battle is resolved within one hour."

"You look down on our brigade." Zhang Hong stood up suddenly.

Lao Wu said: "I didn't look down on your soldiers. I just stated a fact that our horse team is the most suitable for fighting on the grassland."

Zhang Hong sat down angrily.
Chapter completed!