By April, the temperature in the Ural region showed signs of warming, but the howling wind in the wilderness still carries the chill from the north.

In the endless mountains, everything here is full of power. Mountains are powerful, rivers are powerful, and even those dead woods are powerful. Only powerful humans seem to have no power here.

Only when they gather together can they barely look powerful.

The army is undoubtedly powerful.

The horse team, which continued like the Ural Mountains, carried the exotic aura that did not belong to this wilderness, as if it fell down its iron hooves and crossed the space, raised its whip and traveled through time, pulling the whole world back to 350 years ago.

However, the horses with the heads of these teams at the other end of the mountain are no longer distinguished by colors like their ancestors more than 300 years ago. They have more distinct flags and written words about another Eastern empire.

The Binary Man named Golden Lion looked up at the long flag carried on the servant's shoulder, even though he couldn't read.

But he knew that the tiger skin banner was written as the left front chariot camp, and he knew that the brown-red flag of the rough hemp cloth had the huge Ming characters, and the flag edge was written from top to bottom. The second cavalry camp of the left front chariot camp was written as the left front chariot camp from top to bottom.

The Golden Lion is a native of Siberia and only joined the Ming army last winter. Before the arrival of the Ming army, he always thought that he was a Mongolian and believed that his name was Altan Arslen.

Just two years ago, he was a carefree tribal heir, but the world changed so quickly this year that he often made him, who was only twenty-four years old, wonder if he was old enough to be abandoned by the gods.

First, his father died in a battle to resist the invasion of robbers. The tribes with ranches and farmlands were divided. He was supported by his brothers and worked together to kill another brother and three younger brothers, inheriting the large tribe with more than 5,000 entries.

The tribes with more than 5,000 entries include the tribes of the directly subordinate leaders and the tribes of the uncle and brothers.

Later, there was first news in the West that a large tribe was destroyed. Khan named Kuchu recruited soldiers everywhere, and the herders who lost the ranch became robbers, and the environment in the wilderness suddenly became deteriorating.

The tribe of the Golden Lion was also greatly impacted. Sometimes they accepted herders, and sometimes they had to assemble troops to fight against the robbers.

There are robbers everywhere, including Cossacks in the west, Kazakhs in the south, Siberia in the north... but the east is a little peaceful, and the powerful Erath Mongols never came to them.

Suddenly, no one knew when, he and his uncles and brothers mentioned the traces of outsiders appearing around the tribe, and those people did not look like they were lost.

Later one day, the Golden Lion would never forget that day, that ordinary morning.

His servant saw people coming from the east on the grassland. Those people were carrying wooden sticks with iron pipes and wearing extremely conspicuous armor. Then, a large flag was flying on the mountain in the distance.

The cavalry team flocked down and gathered a front ten miles away from the tribe. The Golden Lion tried his best to summon all the people in the tribe who could pick up weapons and get on horseback, and drove all the livestock back to the tribe, ready to resist to the death.

Those people told him not to panic, they just rushed to the Siberian Khanate in the West, and that was the first time he knew that the large tribe in the west was originally called the Siberian Khanate, and those people said that they came from a place further east than Weilat Mongolia.

The person who spoke to him claimed to be frying flowers, said that he had the blood of the Golden Horde, and said that just like the Golden Horde became a Khanate such as Kazakhs, he was loyal to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the successor of the Yuan Dynasty, His Majesty Wanli.

Altan Alslen thinks that frying flowers is bragging.

In his hometown, every few years there will always be one or two exiled wanderers claiming to be the blood of the Golden Family, but in fact they are just to make a living.

But the fried flowers in front of him didn't look like they were just for the sake of making a living, because the warriors behind him covered the sky, and the armor on their bodies shone with sunlight, and thousands of soldiers wearing various armors, riding horses or standing in chariots passed by the wilderness with countless women, children, cattle and sheep.

That was the longest two and a half days in Altan Alslen's life.

From early morning to evening, from late evening to early morning.

The sun and the moon rose and set alternately, and those boundless troops could stop at no time. For the first time, he knew that there were so many people in the world.

He didn't know if the people in the Golden Family were as talking too much as fried flowers. Anyway, fried flowers said a lot to him during those two and a half days, but he didn't remember much.

The fried flower said that his name was not Altan Alslen, but Altan Alslen, and said that there was a hero on the Mongolian grassland who had the same surname as him.

The fried flower also said, "What's the point of staying here? Come with me and choose your best warrior and follow me."

Actually, he thought this place was very interesting, but considering that the fried flower said that there were more troops passing by here later, and the tribe had no power to fight them, he decided to leave with the fried flower.

He brought out one hundred and twenty riders, and in exchange, he left one person behind and told the troops behind not to harass the tribe.

When they left, people and animals trampled on a dirt road two or three miles wide by humans and animals.

Joining the Ming army has nothing to do with him or the Ming army, it is just a simple general trend.

What happened later was even more outrageous. The officers of the Ming Dynasty looked like another kind of person. They registered Siberian Altan and showed extraordinary complex emotions about his name. The final registration form was the Siberian Golden Lion, who was under the command of Tongzhi to fry flowers.

He always thought he was a Mongolian, but this matter was not a big problem. Anyway, he was a native of the Ming Dynasty.

One hundred and twenty good men were still together at first, and were incorporated into the Mongolian Light Army. Later, the new military system was broken up. He was assigned to the subordinates of the commander-in-chief Dong Chang'ang, with only twenty troops left.

Now, he is under the Second Cavalry Battalion of the Left Forward Cha Camp of Zhu Yu's army, and his commander is Mi Wanchun.

The organization has been changing, and internal mobilizations are extremely frequent. Even the most shrewd generals cannot accurately know how many people there are in this army, and can only come up with a relatively reliable number.

Because since they left the Hexi Corridor, there have been countless people who join the Ming army like the Golden Lion every day. Anyway, they don’t know the exact number of them, some say 70,000 to 80,000, some say 150,000 to 160, and some say 500,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100,000 to 100

In short, even low-level officers like Golden Lion now know that the large number of families have become a huge burden. They should put their families and livestock in the same place, build cities or form tribes, and can no longer just rush westward.

Of course, the generals also knew that the Golden Lion was advancing to the west of them, in the southern part of the Ural Mountains, and it was said that the generals had already allocated land there.
Chapter completed!