The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 189 Daring to Think and Guess
The Mongol army's camp was dotted with small groups of soldiers.

That was a fire made of dried cow dung.

Tonight, I'm not here for warmth, but for light.

The cavalrymen dug pits overnight to bury their beloved horses.

Inside the royal tent.

Dozens of tribal chiefs were discussing matters with Lingdan Khan.

Lingdan Khan: "What are your thoughts on the matter of the warhorses being poisoned today?"

Dear Chiefs of Households:
"I think the incident with the poisonous grass was an accident! It's impossible for humans to control where the poisonous grass grows, nor could they know where we would set up camp."

"I disagree! The more they can't find out, the stranger it is! I suspect this is retaliation from several tribes in southern Mongolia for our previous theft of their sheep!"

"If we're going to talk about revenge, aren't the Han Chinese, who have a long-standing feud with us, more suspicious?"

"Hehe, it's not that I, Erdunbar, look down on the Han people! When have they ever dared to come outside the Great Wall to fight us? They're all like tortoises, only knowing how to hide inside the wall and never come out!"

"That's right, the military regulations of the Han people are quite interesting! Unless we make the first move, they would never dare to start a border war! They value having a legitimate reason for their war."

"Who set these military regulations? They're really well-designed!"

"So, it seems the tribes in the southern desert are the most suspicious!"

Today's meeting in the royal tent has two main topics: first, to find the culprit behind the poisoning case; and second, to discuss a solution.

All the chieftains agreed that they would wait until they conquered the Bei Kingdom before dealing with the several tribes of Southern Mongolia, thus easily resolving issue one.

The chieftains of all the tribes: Regardless of the details, let's first cover the pot for the tribes of Southern Mongolia!
Southern Mongolian tribes: Although we do lack large iron pots, we do not want these black pots.

The solution to the current poisoning issue.

A head of household proposed:

"It's better to let the horse herders raise the warhorses. Those cavalrymen are as thick-skinned as the horses! If we let them take care of the horses themselves, who knows how many more will be lost!"

“I agree with Bayin’s opinion! The shepherds did not make a single mistake today! The previous horse herder had problems, but now that we have changed people, isn’t that enough?”

"Hmph! One shepherd can herd three thousand sheep! One horse herder can still manage dozens of warhorses? And how many horse herders are there? If they are all killed, who will be responsible for herding and milking those thousands of mares every day?"

"Exactly! Milk is just as important as warhorses! Without mare's milk, what will we drink on our march?"

"No matter who raises the warhorses, we have to adjust the times for herding or cutting grass. We set up camp almost every day! Who knows what kind of accidents might happen when we arrive at the next pasture tomorrow?"

"Whether it's a conspiracy by the tribes in southern Mongolia or a coincidence, it's much safer to cut grass or graze livestock during the day than at night."

"Then we'll cover an extra twenty li at night, and give the cavalry an extra hour to graze their horses during the day!"

With the matter discussed to this point, it can be considered largely resolved.

After the other commanders of ten thousand households left the royal tent.

The last commander of ten thousand men with the blood of the Golden Family found Lingdan Khan and said anxiously, "Great Khan, last night a small group of people in the cavalry camp were talking about something."

Lingdan Khan: "What did you say?"

The close relative, the commander of ten thousand households, said: "They said that our going into battle against the season this time has probably offended the god of livestock, Jijiyaqi, in heaven. The consequences are being borne by the dead warhorses, which took the brunt of the disaster for us."

Lingdan Khan: "."

Before tonight, the talk of retribution was still circulating in a small circle.

After tonight, it is estimated that not only the cavalry, but even the centurions and chiliarchs will deeply believe in the concept of retribution.

The camel thorn trap and the coexistence of drunken horse grass and pasture grass simply cannot withstand common sense reasoning! Even if they forcibly pinned a blame on the tribes of southern Mongolia, some rumors, once deeply ingrained in people's minds, are difficult to change.

Lingdan Khan wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Arrange it, arrange it quickly! Tomorrow morning, I will personally preside over the sacrificial ceremony."

Regardless of whether this sacrificial ceremony is effective or not, we have to do it!

It was in the sandy area about ten miles away from the rear guard camp of the Northern Desert Army.

Gan Mingfu and eleven night watchmen lay on the sand, scratching their heads in frustration.

They dared not get too close to the Tatar camp, so they still do not know what major event has occurred within it.

"What's wrong with the Tartars? They'd usually be resting by now! But they're coming and going like they're very busy."

"Heh heh, could it be that their warhorses have fallen into some kind of pit again? They're really unlucky; those horses that died in the pit yesterday didn't look like ordinary ones!"

"Falling into different pits twice? I'd never even dream of that!"

“Zhengze, you are the most well-read among us. Analyze this for us.”

Zi Zhengze, Gan Mingfu, has gotten used to this group of people suddenly calling on him when discussing something in the past few days.

Judging from the movements of the Tatars after setting up camp today, he first shook his head and then nodded:

"The Tatars suffered a great loss yesterday, so they should carefully inspect the pastures before grazing their horses today. The fact that so many people are shouting and yelling means something serious has happened that has panicked them. There's a high probability that something has happened to their warhorses and rations."

The vice-captain looked around for a moment, then gestured for everyone to put their ears close and said mysteriously:

"Ang has a feeling that the captain has made a move! Judging from the timeline, she should have joined us yesterday! But she hasn't shown up yet. Think about it carefully?"

Gan Mingfu: If I hadn't grown up with my sister and known that she was stronger than the average person and more adept at slaughtering pigs, I wouldn't have believed your nonsense!

He thought it was the vice-captain's blind praise of his sister, but it turned out that more than half of the team agreed with the vice-captain's so-called intuition.

"I see! I knew our captain wasn't an ordinary person!"

"Ahhh! I really want to know what the captain did? How many Tatar warhorses died tonight!"

This is a question that Gan Minglan herself is also very interested in.

Relying on her superior skills and daring, she was currently lying in ambush not far from the Mongol army camp.

Right now, he's using night vision goggles to check the results of today's battle.

The more I looked, the happier I became: Tsk tsk, just how many cattle and horses were poisoned? Were there too many cattle and horses dug in the pit?

He was quite satisfied after seeing that the pit was full of warhorses.

Warhorses were the greatest asset the Mongols relied on to plunder southward with impunity.

In terms of individual combat capabilities, the border troops were no less capable than the Mongols.

So when she discovered the Mongol cavalry, all the bad ideas she could think of were aimed at the warhorses.

To make the drunken horse grass less conspicuous among ordinary pasture grasses, she also accelerated the growth of the ordinary pasture grasses.

as predicted.

The cavalry seized all the lush pastures.

The cattle, horses, and sheep that were treated differently were the ones that barely escaped the poisoning of the horse-drunken grass.

(End of this chapter)