The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 192 Disagreement
In the apocalypse, zombie cores are almost always transparent.

It's not as sparkly as a diamond, but it's comparable to glass.

Electronic products made from crystal nucleus materials blend into nature and become part of nature itself.

Gan Minglan set the automatic playback time to half an hour, and it would automatically mute when the time was up.

The advantage lies in its concealment and the presence of echoes in valleys, which greatly confuse the original articulation point.

Even in broad daylight, the Northern Desert Army searched the strange rocky mountain valley inch by inch ten times, but could not find a single clue.

Moreover, by this time it was already completely dark.

As night fell, the mournful cries that echoed through the valley were truly chilling.

The remaining Mongol army that hadn't yet entered the valley had long since fled far away.

The forces behind the scenes didn't even show themselves, yet they took a third of their troops.

This is far more destructive than the more than 500 top-quality horses that fell into the pit and the 200 cattle that disappeared on the spot.

He ran fifty miles in one go.

The army then stopped.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the royal tent was quite intense.

The remaining thirty heads of households were clearly divided into two factions.

One faction advocated returning along the route.

One faction, however, insisted on heading south.

Main returnee:
"This trip is ominous! Extremely ominous! There have been omens all along the way!"

"We haven't even reached the border of the Bei Kingdom, and we've already lost a third of our men. How can we explain such a huge loss to our people when we return?"

"Great Khan, it's not that we're afraid to fight, it's just that the force behind this frightened horse formation is too terrifying."

The pro-war faction was extremely anxious:

"Go back? You still have the nerve to go back like this? If we can't rebuild our morale today, tomorrow the entire northern desert will be completely divided up by the Uyghurs in the southern desert or the western regions!"

"We can make up for the great losses we suffered here in Bei! As long as we can take down this tough border town, which tribe on the grasslands will dare to be our enemy in the northern desert?"

"We can't go back! We took all the food from the tribe with us. If we don't manage to get enough food to take back, our tribe will starve to death."

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The two sides held their own views and refused to yield, neither able to convince the other.

In the end, everyone placed their hopes on Lingdan Khan.

Lingdan Khan pointed in the direction of Junma Mountain and asked the commanders of ten thousand households who advocated returning:
"Two hundred and fifty li, just two hundred and fifty li more and we'll reach Junma Mountain! We've come all this way, and at such a great cost, are you really willing to go back like this?"

How could I be willing?

It took the combined efforts of the entire tribe to gather the head of ten thousand households.

This trip represents the tribe's greatest hope for survival and a good life.

It remains to be seen how many more soldiers will be killed or wounded if they continue south.

They slunk back like stray dogs.

Not only would they bear the title of cowards who were afraid of battle before it even began, but they would also be humiliated by other tribes for the rest of their lives.

What will the army use to repay the tribal herders for the dried meat, food, and sheep they ate along the way?

So far, we haven't encountered a single southern tribe on the road. It seems they're all hiding far away now, so our plan to plunder sheep on the return journey may fall through.

Fear eventually triumphed over cowardice.

Those in power channeled their pent-up frustration and anger to the border of the State of Bei.

Only by killing more Han Chinese and seizing more women and supplies in Bei can they make up for their losses on this mission. Yes, that's it!

We need to boost the morale of the cavalry so they can fight a decisive battle against the Bei army.
In the pitch-black night.

Even from several miles away, the sounds of Tatar armor clashing and horses' hooves could be heard.

Seeing that the Mongol army, which had lost a third of its men, was quickly regrouping and even making nighttime moves.

Gan Minglan then appeared in front of the twelve team members.

"Let's go back now!"

The moment the team members saw her appear, their eyes shone like stars.

"Captain, we knew you'd been nearby!"

"Captain, can you tell us how you did it?"

"Captain, just how many Tartars died in the valley of Strange Rock Mountain?"

"We heard the sound of muskets and cannons. Could it be that you brought your brothers from the Divine Machine Battalion to ambush the Tatars?"

"No, the Divine Machine Battalion has been taken to Xijing by the General! The Five Guards of the Border City can't even muster a thousand muskets, and there's even cannon fire! Oh, did you bury the Thunderclap Bomb in the valley? How many brothers have come?"

"Didn't they say that the firearms workshops in Huaiqing Prefecture were booked up until the year after next? Ang counted them in his mind, and that number of firearms was definitely no less than 20,000!"

Even if the weapons factory worked until it was smoking, it couldn't produce so many thunderbolts in such a short time!
All twelve people had huge question marks in their minds.

Captain Gan was unwilling to accept such an ambiguous credit, and naturally ignored the sentries' comments. She simply said:
"It has nothing to do with me. It's all divine punishment that the Tatars deserve! Don't be too happy yet. I reckon they'll blame all this bad luck on our Bei army."

The reason I took so long to return was that I held a grand welcoming ceremony for the Tatar army at the foot of Junma Mountain.

Our decisive battle against the Tatar army in the northern desert must be fought with the utmost solemnity and ceremony!

A sense of ritual?
This word is so fresh!
No wonder she's a scholar's wife; she's a cultured person who's been influenced by her surroundings since childhood.

Although the sentries didn't understand much, they thought welcoming the enemy into the country was a wonderful way to entertain them.
Why does my whole body tremble with excitement just thinking about it?

Having been harassed by the Tatars for so many years, watching them follow us along this route was incredibly exciting.

What a great word for "shuang".

It turns out that, apart from guarding the pass and waiting for the Tatars to come and provoke them, they were forced to retaliate.

There is another type of warfare called proactive attack.

If the tricks are used well, Captain Gan can kill tens of thousands of soldiers by himself!
Despite Captain Gan's vehement denials, refusing to acknowledge any connection between her and the commotion caused by the strange mountain valley.

But the team members no longer needed her approval.

Besides them, only Captain Gan knew the movements of the Tatar army.

Captain Gan is just too bad at taking credit.

If they were the old emperor, they could have appointed Captain Gan as the General of the Three Border Regions!
Thinking of her amazing skills, everyone felt that God couldn't bear to see the soldiers on the border of Bei Kingdom suffer, so He sent the Jade-Faced Rakshasa down to earth to save them.

Filling in the blanks with one's own imagination is a disease.

My imagination, filtered through a three-meter-thick lens, is so boundless and unrestrained.

If you say we're going back, then we're going back.

They were buried several times by the old yellow sandstorms that occur every three to five days on this vast grassland.

The Tatar lands are truly not a place for humans to live!
Junma Mountain is also the guardian of their border town.

It not only blocks the strong yellow winds (sandstorms) blowing from the western desert, but it can also effectively stop the Tatars from entering the country.

After being forced to live among cattle, the Wild Horse King's stomach was rock hard when he came out of the Divine Tree Space.

It's so full, it needs to digest.

Gan Minglan: I'll grant your wish!
(End of this chapter)