The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 201 Anger can be transferred, happiness is contagious.

The Ordo tribe was unaware that they had been targeted by the various Mongol tribes of the northern deserts, who were eager to divert their anger after suffering a defeat.

The entire tribe was mobilized just over twenty days ago, and the wealth and grain plundered from the counties under the jurisdiction of Yulin Guard will soon change hands.

Other tribes in southern Mongolia could disregard Lingdan Khan, a direct descendant of the Golden Family.

However, as descendants of the Khan's most loyal guards, the Ordo tribe had no choice but to obey the king's decree.

The food chain is sometimes so amazing; one thing can subdue another!
The tribal chiefs recognized each other immediately; this was a tribe they could use as a shield.

They immediately broke camp and headed towards the Ordo Sandy Land.

They were genuinely afraid of being wiped out by the Bei army, since their favorite pastime was massacring entire cities and exterminating entire clans.

Gan Minglan currently has no such idea.

The foundation of the crumbling state of Bei is unstable; how can it possibly expand its territory?
Drawing on the chaotic situations at the end of dynasties throughout history, she believed that heavily guarded border regions were safer than inland areas.

Of course, the premise is that the enemy outside the border is frightened, hurt, and rendered powerless.

Having lost most of its resources in this attack, the Mongolian Empire in northern Mongolia is unlikely to recover its strength in the short term.

The tribes of Southern Mongolia are relatively close to the border, and they are highly dependent on the trade between the Bei army and the border regions.

It's worth considering the possibility of cooperation.

Unfortunately, she wasn't the commander-in-chief of the border town, so many things didn't go her way.

The most urgent task at present is to treat the legs of more than 10,000 warhorses.

It takes an average of half a cup of tea's time to work on each leg, which is no small feat.

The wild horse king watched from afar as the female two-legged creature busied herself.

Springtime is a time of renewal and renewal.

The animals have also entered their mating season.

For male wild horses that have never been in a relationship, finding a suitable female wild horse on the grassland is not an easy task.

Last year's snow disaster was also a ordeal for these wild horses that were born and raised in the wild.

I never expected there to be so many mares in this valley today!
They enthusiastically circled around the wild horse herd.

The stallions: Neigh, neigh, my eyes are dazzled by all the choices! How am I supposed to choose? Ten mares would probably be too many!
Previously, everyone thought these wild horses would only mate with their own kind, but it turns out that the wild stallions in heat have little self-control when it comes to Mongolian mares.

Soon they followed the mare they had their eye on and ran to another part of the valley to cuddle and make love.

Gan Minglan speculated that the Mongolian horse and the wild horse population might be closely related.

Only Wild Horse King was a troublemaker.

If the mares get too close, it will kick them.

They didn't give these mares a chance to get close at all.

Horse King's mind was filled with doubts and vigilance.

Why do female two-legged creatures attract so many useless members of their own kind?

Those good-for-nothings can't even stand up straight!

Could it be that the female two-legged creatures think their herd of horses is too small?

Having lived among cattle for so long was already tough enough; now, in this new territory, there are not only cattle and sheep, but also countless other creatures of their kind.

The mares looked so different from their kind that he didn't even look at one of them.

It really wasn't used to such a chaotic environment where it couldn't run around freely.

But it dared not leave, constantly observing Gan Minglan's actions, fearing that those useless fellow creatures would steal its family emperor!

King Atu: I, the Great King, am here. How dare a mere four-legged beast aspire to be a family emperor?
Having just made a windfall, Gan Minglan had no time to ponder the doubts conveyed in the eyes of the wild horse, Ma Wang.

The valley is bustling with activity right now.

If you count on your fingers, she is now a large farm owner with fifteen wild horses, two hundred cattle, and more than twenty thousand sheep!
Based on current market prices for livestock, she could easily top the list of wealthy people in the border town.

She really couldn't leave behind the more than 10,000 warhorses whose legs were being healed and the more than 3,000 mares.

Warhorses are a strategic resource, extremely valuable and scarce. With these Mongolian warhorses, the cavalry battalions in the border towns could significantly enhance their combat effectiveness.

The stronger the border troops are, the safer the border will be.

The beneficiaries are all the people living on this land.

Of course, it's not something you can give away for free!
She had to rely on these warhorses to trade for her pasture on the western slopes of Mount Junma.

I suppose General Zhao wouldn't refuse?

Gan Minglan, the future big farm owner, was making plans in her mind. While helping the horse with its legs, she would occasionally look up at the flock of sheep.

The Tan sheep from Huyan County are famous for their freshness.

But the free-range lambs from the Inner Mongolian grasslands are also famous on the list of delicacies in later generations!

Or, we could just kill a fat sheep and take it home tonight.

To calm down the family members who were frightened last night and give them some nourishment?
It would also allow her family to taste the difference between mutton with and without dog rice grass roots.

She had also figured out how to distribute the more than 20,000 sheep.

We can sell over 10,000 heads at a fair price to the military households that suffered severe losses this time.

Pregnant ewes are left in the pasture to give birth to lambs.

The remaining lamb was left to my mother's family's lamb soup restaurant.

The number of grassland cattle is not large, so they can continue to stay on the pastures and grow.
The sentries who had been monitoring the movements of the Tatar headquarters quickly relayed the message back to the various guard posts and the border towns.

Even after daybreak, every household in the border town still kept their doors and windows closed.

With the men away from home, the elderly and women left behind dare not go out.

I didn't sleep a wink last night, I was terrified.

We don't know what the situation is like outside.

Seven or eight-year-old children are at the age when their curiosity is at its peak.

The more they are forbidden from doing something at home, the more they want to do it.

As soon as it got light, they all slipped out of their homes.

The streets were deserted and no one was walking around.

Those with quick minds ran towards Zhenyuan Gate in the west.

Surprisingly, quite a few teenagers shared the same thoughts as them.

Among the crowd, some of the little ones who had already received the news were already shouting loudly:

"The Tatars really did break into the Great Wall last night."

"They also massacred 1,657 innocent elderly, weak, women and children in Majiabao."

The border guards on duty had bloodshot eyes and swollen eyes, and they gritted their teeth at the mention of the Tatar vanguard:

"Do you know what a massacre of a village looks like? They didn't even spare a three-month-old baby!"

The children clenched their fists, united in their hatred: "The Tatars are not human! We must go out of the city and kill the Tatars!"

The border guard sniffed:
“It’s not your turn to go to the battlefield, you brats! The more than 20,000 Tatars who ran in last night have all been slaughtered. Now everyone is in the village fortress catching the stragglers and cleaning up the battlefield.”

Good news! The Tatar army that broke through the defenses has been intercepted and killed!
Even better news is that the Tatar army has broken camp and withdrawn!

This is even more exciting than celebrating the Lunar New Year.

The atmosphere at the Zhenyuan Gate immediately became cheerful, and the city gate was opened wide.

The children immediately became messengers, running and shouting joyfully through the streets and alleys of the border town:

"You can come out now, the Tatars have all been killed!"

"The Tatar headquarters has withdrawn! We have won!"

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(End of this chapter)