Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 280 Chapter 280, Zhu Cihong arrived in Qinghai, the enemy army attacked by the Great Lake
After Zhu Cihong finished speaking, several tribal leaders looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"This, really not."

"Your Highness, actually we were not very comfortable when we first came here, but we will get better after two years."

"Your Highness, why don't you try to get them to drink more kumiss?"

"Butter tea is also a very good way."

Zhu Cihong was speechless for a while after listening.

What these tribal leaders said is indeed the truth. The best way to deal with altitude sickness is indeed time.

As long as the time on the plateau is long enough, the human body will gradually adapt to the plateau, and altitude sickness will no longer be a problem.

"I don't have that long time." Zhu Cihong shook his head.

The method is very safe, but it is not suitable for the current situation.

Since there was no good solution, Zhu Cihong let these tribal leaders leave the big tent.

This time the troops were dispatched, and the tribal leaders also responded very positively, bringing more than 7000 cavalry.

As a result, Zhu Cihong now has 7000 troops under his command.

Zhu Cihong did not mean that he really expected the [-] cavalry to play a role in changing the situation of the battle, but after all, they were also local snakes in the eastern part of Qinghai. With the help of these people, the army's battle in Qinghai would undoubtedly be smoother.

In this age without satellites, guides are indeed indispensable.

A young Mongolian general was beside Zhu Cihong. He was the son of one of the tribal leaders, and his name was Battelle.

Battelle is a very talkative person, and he can clearly feel that he has a great affection for Daming. After two or three days, he and Zhu Cihong are already very familiar.

Zhu Cihong said: "Battle, have you dealt with the Heshuo Special Department?"

Battelle nodded, and said in an unprofessional Chinese: "I have dealt with them before, and these Heshuote people are very domineering. Every year, they want [-]% of our cattle and sheep."

Zhu Cihong was a little surprised: "Twenty percent, this is simply robbery. Haven't you guys tried to resist?"

Battelle said helplessly: "The Heshuote people are the golden family, very honorable. Many small tribes dare not resist when they hear the name of the golden family. The most important thing is that they are too strong."

The tribes of Xiningwei are just small tribes scattered on the border of Ming Dynasty, and they belong to the small roles among the tribes of Mongolia.

The Heshuo Te tribe is a descendant of the gold family who is serious and honest, and the leader of the Wara alliance. Although it is not as good as the Junggar tribe, it is more than enough to clean up the small and medium tribes of Xiningwei.

Zhu Cihong said: "Do you know how many troops there are in the Heshuo Special Division?"

To Zhu Cixiang's surprise, Battelle answered immediately: "About [-]."

Zhu Cihong said in surprise, "How do you know?"

Of course, Fang Gongqian’s Dongchang did not fail to conduct pre-war investigations, but the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is ruled by aliens on the one hand, and on the other hand it is too vast and sparsely populated. There are hundreds of thousands of cavalry.

Bateer laughed and said, "Gush Khan has twenty thousand commanders under his command, so that's one hundred thousand cavalry."

Zhu Cihong slapped his thigh and said, "So that's why each commander has only 5000 people under his command?"

Battelle nodded and said: "It may be even less, some 4000 people."

At that time, the ten thousand commanders under Genghis Khan generally had six or seven thousand cavalry under each command, and only a few ten thousand commanders could reach eight or nine thousand cavalry or even full staff.

Even with Genghis Khan's power to unify the entire grassland, the Heshuote tribe is now only a part of the Oara tribe among the Mongolian tribes, so the moisture of the ten thousand husbands is naturally even more serious.

Of course, the seriousness is the seriousness. If Battelle is not the son of the leader of the Mongolian tribe, it is actually impossible to understand. After all, the size is also a military secret.

Qinghai Lake has arrived.

This lake is so huge that you can't see the end at a glance. Under the sunlight, the lake water reflects the light of the rattle, which is dazzling and calming.

Around the lake, some wild animals fled around when they saw the army coming.

Looking at this scene, Zhu Cihong couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"Such a beautiful place, it was born to become our Da Ming's territory!"

The British official was taken aback when he heard the words, and always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed very reasonable.

A beautiful place should indeed become the territory of Ming Dynasty, there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhu Cihong led the army to camp by Qinghai Lake, and planned to stay here for a few days before continuing to move.

The altitude of Qinghai Lake is about 3000 meters, which happens to be a height that triggers altitude sickness. Most people will experience some mild symptoms of altitude sickness after arriving here, so it is the best place to adapt to.

Zhu Cixiang's plan was very simple, which was to first get used to Qinghai, then solve the problem quickly, then go further to Tibet to increase the altitude and get used to Tibet, and then continue to quickly occupy Lhasa to solve the problem.

Some people may ask, can't Zhu Cixiang take steps step by step and spend a few more years to pacify Qinghai-Tibet?
Of course it was not possible, on the one hand because of logistical problems, and on the other hand because of Zhu Cihong's competitive spirit.

"Grandma, Fukang'an can bring an army of ten thousand people from the northeast all the way across the Himalayas to beat up the Khalkhas. Could it be that this palace can't even take down the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?"

Zhu Cihong didn't think that he couldn't even compare to the beloved general of the old man Shiquan.

The [-] Musketeers of the Anglo-French Allied Forces won the Second Opium War. Why couldn't Zhu Cihong's [-] Musketeers take the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?
After setting up camp, Zhu Cihong was in a good mood, so he asked Fang Gonggan to take out the reclining chair, wandered around by the lake, and stared at the big lake in front of him.

Under the blue sky is a snow-capped mountain that goes straight into the sky. The white snow on the top of the mountain slowly transitions to the desolation of the mountainside, and then there are countless green grasslands at the foot of the mountain.

Who would have thought that this place, which was a distant and foreign country to the Ming Dynasty, would be a serious inland place in China in modern times?
"Da Ming, Da Ming, it's really fucking not old enough." Zhu Cihong muttered to himself.

Watching and watching, Zhu Cihong's breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell into a dream.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Cihong was suddenly woken up.

"Your Highness, wake up!" the Duke of England said urgently.

Zhu Cihong rubbed his eyes and said, "What happened?"

The British said: "The scouts reported just now, and the cavalry army of Heshuote has arrived fifty miles away from our army, and it will arrive at dusk today at the earliest!"

Zhu Cihong was slightly startled: "Good guy, these Heshuote people react so quickly?"

Originally, Zhu Cihong was thinking of pushing slowly all the way, but he didn't expect that the Heshuote people would choose a decisive battle without hesitation at the first time!
(End of this chapter)