Luobuzangdanjin looked in the direction of the Ming Dynasty and roared at the black sky. In the past two years, he had really suffered enough from the people of the Ming Dynasty. Now, it is time to take revenge.

"Good! As expected of a descendant of the Golden Wolf King, I will teach the people of Ming Dynasty a lesson." Jierhalang smiled and patted Luobuzangdanjin on the shoulder.

"Stop talking about that, brother Jierhalang, go have a drink! Tomorrow, my troops will attack and kill the largest gathering place of Han people here." Luobuzangdanjin took Jierhalang's arm, and the bonfire

A fat sheep has been roasted above.

Mongolian girls sang and danced, and sang high and long toasts.

It’s been a long time since I dared to sing like this. I really don’t dare! If spies of the Ming Dynasty heard someone singing Mongolian songs, then hundreds of thousands of people would be doomed.

"Brother Jilharang, you will be our Mongolians' best friend from now on. Do it!" Luobuzangdanjin picked up the wine bowl and raised it high.

"Brothers Luobuzangdanjin, we must let the Han people learn a lesson. Do it!" Jierhalang picked up the big bowl of kumiss and drank it all in one gulp.

Anyway, he is willing to do anything that makes Ming people unhappy.

The two people laughed and watched the singing and dancing, while on the other side the Mongolians were nervously distributing weapons and ammunition.

These airships are specially manufactured by Russia for cargo. Russian man-made things never aim at refinement. Roughness and violence are their pursuit.

This time, fifty cargo airships formed a fleet, bringing 200,000 rounds of ammunition to the Mongols at once.

In order to win over these hundreds of thousands of Mongolians, Queen Catherine and Dorgon also tried their best.

Now, we finally see the outline.

Tomorrow, the migration will begin tomorrow. Before leaving, the king of the Mongols vowed to leave the deepest memory of the Ming Dynasty!
Chapter completed!