Dream of the Red Chamber: I can upgrade my entries!

Chapter 7 Changes in the Northern Frontier, Hope for the Ningguo Mansion!
January of the seventh year of the Yongping reign of the Qianlong Emperor (1726).

In early spring, as the ice and snow began to melt, the two capitals and thirteen provinces were still immersed in the joy of the New Year. However, the northern lands were shrouded in deep sorrow. At the end of last year, heavy snow fell on the grasslands, freezing countless cattle and sheep to death, causing heavy losses to the herders.

In the western section of the Yinshan Mountains, a magnificent white tent stands at the foot of Langshan Mountain. Three flags flutter in the wind in front of the tent: the black flag is like thunder in the dark night, the white flag is like the first snow reflecting the sun, and the colorful flag is like a galaxy falling to earth. These are the spiritual totems of the Mongol cavalry as they swept across Eurasia.

"Crack!"

The campfire inside the tent was burning fiercely, releasing extremely high temperatures that warmed everyone.

Seated on the tiger-skin couch at the head of the table was a burly middle-aged man. He wore a white-on-the-outside-black-on-the-inside mink crown and a light beige woolen brocade robe. His hair was loose under the hat, with two braids hanging behind his ears. He had rough skin, a thick beard, a resolute face, and a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes that swept over the people below him, giving them an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Sweat profusely."

The leader of the Ordos tribe spoke first: "The terrible white disaster killed many of my people, and countless cattle and sheep froze to death."

"We need food to feed the women and children in our tribe who are starving."

"Yes, Great Khan."

The leaders of the Bahrain and Jarud tribes also looked expectantly at the Borjigin chieftain at the head of the table that day.

"You want to head south?"

Looking down, the Borjigin's muffled voice echoed through the tent that day.

"Yes, Khan."

Without hesitation, the Ordos chieftain replied, “The cowardly Han people occupy vast, warm, and fertile lands. They possess inexhaustible grain, countless gold, silver, silk, and ironware. We are descendants of the Eternal Heaven and should return to the land our ancestors conquered.”

"That's right!"

The leaders of the Bahrain and Jarut tribes echoed in unison.

Without exception, all three men's eyes gleamed with greed and covetousness.

The Khorchin tribe leader, Surileheke, seemed to want to say something, but seeing their expressions, he chose to remain silent.

"can."

Borjigin nodded that day, not objecting to the suggestion.

With the Chahar tribe conquering the four tribes in southern Mongolia and the three tribes in northern Mongolia submitting one after another, he was already the only king on the Mongolian grasslands. He was not satisfied with just ruling this grassland; he wanted more land and servants to restore the glory of the Golden Family.

"Sweat profusely."

"We will march south for 600 li to reach Yinchuan."

"Yinchuan is located on the side of Helan Mountain. Since ancient times, it has been the most precious place in the Hetao region, so it must not lack food and supplies."

The leader of the Ordos tribe then made a proposal.

"No."

Surile and Ke could no longer hold back and blurted out, "Ningxia Town is one of the nine important border towns, and it is also protected by the Great Wall."

"Let alone whether we can capture Yinchuan, even if we do, what then?"

"With the neighboring towns of Guyuan and Yulin sending troops to reinforce us, our army will be caught in a pincer movement and will inevitably be in a critical situation."

'Huh?'

The three leaders looked at each other, their mouths agape.

"It's better to seize Guihua than to attack Yinchuan."

Borjigin sat imposingly on a tiger-skin couch that day, his face grim, and said, "Guihua was originally a city built by us Mongols."

"The Tumochuan Plain has been the grazing land of my people since ancient times. Over the years, Ping'an Prefecture has earned countless amounts of gold and silver through trade."

"Occupying Ping'an Prefecture, we can advance south to Datong, plunder Shanxi, or retreat to defend Guihua. Both the front and back of the city will fall into our hands."

"With this as our foundation, what great things cannot be accomplished?"

"The Great Khan is wise."

The three leaders' eyes gleamed, and they all exclaimed in praise.

"To accomplish such a great task, the five tribes of southern Mongolia alone are not enough."

"Send messengers, send a message by hawk to the Chechen Khanate, the Tushetu Khanate, and the Zasagtu Khanate, ordering the three tribes to gather their troops and march south to Ping'an Prefecture."

With a wave of his hand, Borjigin Nari issued an order. "Yes."

The servants who were attending to him immediately went to make the arrangements.

"You shall immediately gather the men of your tribe and prepare to attack Guihua with me."

"Yes."

The three leaders were filled with excitement and responded loudly.

'well!!!'

The leader of the Khorchin tribe, Surileheke, sighed inwardly and could only agree.

On that day, under the command of Borjigin Nari, the various Khalkha Mongol tribes mobilized hundreds of thousands of cavalry to launch an attack from two directions, Langshan and Mobei, with their target being Ping'an Prefecture. A fierce battle was about to break out.

at the same time.

The Jia family, in the backyard of the Ningguo Mansion.

"Dong Yong, Li Qing, Peng Li, Niu Qian, Ma Yun, Shi Rui, Xin Ze, Yu Yuan, Min Ye, Bian Song, Yang Qin, Guan Ye."

Jia Yan's gaze swept over the twelve young men in front of him, a look of surprise on his face. He asked, "The Twelve Surnames of Longxi?"

"Yes, young master."

The twelve people responded in unison.

"It seems I underestimated the Jia family."

Shaking his head slightly, Jia Yan sighed.

The people before them were all carefully selected talents by Jia Jing. They were all descendants of the twelve generals who had followed the Dukes of Ning and Rong in their conquest of the world, and came from the twelve most prominent families in Longxi. And this was only a part of the Jia family's heritage.

"Little Lord."

Dong Yong added a few more words: "Besides us, eight hundred people from Longxi are already on their way."

"These people are all in their early twenties. They have been practicing military formations and martial arts since childhood and are skilled in archery and horsemanship."

"Accompanying them were 2400 warhorses purchased from Xining Prefecture."

"it is good!!!"

This news made Jia Yan cheer.

With a little training, the 800 young men from Longxi can become an army; once they shed blood, they are undoubtedly elite troops.

Moreover, 2400 warhorses were purchased from Xining Prefecture. The Hequ horses are in no way inferior to Mongolian horses or Ili horses. They are docile, large and well-proportioned, with a slender body, strong bones, strong tendons, and full muscles, making them extremely suitable for battle, especially for armored combat.

If used properly, the 800 elite cavalrymen, each with three horses per unit, can be a sharp weapon that can play a decisive role.

"Jingzhe."

"Take them down to arrange their accommodations, and all expenses will be covered without going through the government office."

Jia Yan gave the instructions.

"Yes."

On the day of Jingzhe, her pretty face turned serious, and she understood immediately.

"I can see that you are all Ming Jin martial artists, and none of you have recently broken through. You must have been stagnating at the Ming Jin level for a long time."

"The martial arts room contains martial arts manuals obtained by my Jia family ancestors. Go and choose one for yourselves."

"Here, there is no shortage of nourishing medicinal herbs and meats. I hope you can break through to the Dark Force level as soon as possible."

"The dangers we will face next are beyond the capabilities of Ming Jin alone."

Looking around at the twelve people, Jia Yan gave them instructions.

"Yes."

Dong Yong and the others were overjoyed and, guided by Jingzhe, moved into the backyard.

(End of this chapter)