"Brother Qi, Lao Li, this is idle time anyway, why not let the brothers do something and do some activities on the way!"

Looking at the wind and snow outside the tent, Wang Bing couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

"What are you doing in this cold weather? Don't you feel comfortable eating meat and drinking wine in this tent?"

After ruthlessly tearing off a piece of mutton from the mutton leg in his hand and swallowing it, Qi Panzong took another mouthful of Shao Knife with a satisfied look on his face.

Being able to drink openly and openly in the army was like a fairy life for Qi Panzong.

It turned out that during this cold winter expedition, Wang Bing, who had not brought any food to keep out the cold, specifically asked Li Chengming to bring a lot of shabu knives in leather bags.

"Don't just drink and eat meat. We finally came here. Before we leave, why don't we leave some 'gifts' for those Tatars? Hehe!"

Ignoring Qi Panzong's "wine bag and rice bag", Wang Bing smiled at the others with a mysterious face.

"A gift? What gift?"

Hearing Wang Bing say that he wanted to leave some gifts for the Tatars, everyone looked at Wang Bing with doubts.

"Remember the Jingguan we built on the grassland before? How about it? Isn't this a nice gift?"

"Jingguan? Hehe, not bad! Third brother, this gift of yours is really suitable for those Tatars!"

As soon as they heard the word "Jingguan", the eyes of all the "Old Yulin" couldn't help but light up, and they all loudly agreed with Wang Bing's idea.

"Old Chen, when did our Yulin Guards build the Jingguan?"

He nudged the Baihu official next to him with his elbow, but Zhang Weixian, who was also a Baihu official, looked at this 'Old Yu Lin' with confusion!'

"It happened several years ago. At that time, you were probably still a dandy in the capital, haha!"

Leaving aside Zhang Weixian, the eldest grandson of a British prince, the old Yulin named Chen immediately talked with a proud face about the time when he used Tatar heads to build a temple in Beijing on the grassland.

"Lao San, so many enemy leaders have to be brought back to repay their merits. Isn't it too wasteful to use it to build the Jingguan here? I did the math. If all these enemy leaders were exchanged for silver, it would be at least more than two million taels.

silver!"

Just when Lao Yulin, surnamed Chen, was telling Zhang Weixian about the construction of the Jingguan on the grassland, Li Chengming, the logistics officer of Yulin Guard, subconsciously felt distressed.

You know, the Ming Dynasty's reward for the heads of Tatars was fifty taels per head, and the Yulin Guards wiped out the entire Bahrain tribe this time. Not counting the old and weak, just adults

The Tatar head has at least 40,000 levels.

If all the heads of these Tartars were exchanged for silver, it would probably be possible to empty out most of the inner treasury that the little fat man had finally built up in one go!

Of course, this is the algorithm where you don't need an official position but only a reward of silver. If you want an official position, the little fat man will naturally not pay so much money.

"Don't worry, Lao Li, of course I will take the enemy leader back to report his merits! I even pointed out that I would use this enemy leader to exchange for some money to get a wife, hahahaha!"

Seeing Li Chengming's "thrifty and thrifty" look, Wang Bing couldn't help laughing out loud.

"And who said that Jingguan must be built with heads? Can't we just use these Tartar corpses to build it too?"

In the end, Wang Bing directly expressed his idea of ​​using the corpses of the Bahraini Tatars to build a temple in Beijing.

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"Brothers, let's get to work!"

Following Wang Bing's order, except for a few injured guys, the rest of the 10,000 Yulin Guards all devoted themselves enthusiastically to the great cause of building the Jingguan.

"What are these Ming troops going to do?"

Looking at the Yulin Guards who were demolishing the walls to collect soil, the remaining few hundred old and weak Tatars in the Bahrain tribe couldn't help but look puzzled.

However, after the Yulin Guards sergeant brought a headless Tatar corpse, these people soon understood the purpose of the Yulin Guards' purpose of demolishing the wall.

"Quoteger! Quiteger!!!"

Seeing the headless corpses of Tatars that were frozen hard and stuck together with mud made of snow and water, the surviving old and weak Tatars couldn't help but curse in an angry low voice.

However, no matter how much you curse, you can't stop this Beijing temple from taking shape.

It is said that there is strength in numbers. With the efforts of the Yulin Guards, it only took two days for three corpses, one large and two small, to stand tall in the middle of the Bahrain camp.

And as the three corpses in Beijing were completely formed, the old and weak Tatars who had been cursing secretly before now no longer dared to have any other thoughts except infinite fear in their hearts.

"Well, not bad, now it looks like a Jingguan. The Jingguan we built before was too small!"

Looking at the corpses of one large and two small Tatars in front of him, Wang Bing couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother Qi, Lao Li, do you feel like something is missing?"

After a while, Wang Bing, who was originally very satisfied, couldn't help but frowned.

"What's missing? Nothing missing? It's not like they're piling graves. Is it possible that we have to erect a monument for them?"

Seeing Wang Bing's frowning expression, Qi Panzong and others couldn't help but murmured in confusion.

"That's right, that's right, it's to erect a monument. I wonder why there's something missing!"

Hearing the mutterings of the Qi Panzong people, Wang Bing suddenly slapped his head and suddenly realized. With Jingguan, it is natural that there must be an inscription describing the achievements!

"Go look for it and see if you can find a big stone or something. Then ask your brothers if any of them know how to engrave inscriptions!"

"Lao San, are you really planning to erect a monument for these Tatars?"

After hearing Wang Bing's series of instructions, Qi Panzong, the uncle-in-law, suddenly asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Brother Qi, have you forgotten the oath we made to 'le Shi Yanran'? This monument is used to record our achievements this time. Don't you want to engrave your names on it? Hehe!"

"Stop talking, we'll go find the person who carved the stele and the seal right away!"

As soon as they heard that the stele was made of this, everyone immediately looked excited and went to look for the stele and the person who carved the seal.

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"Anyone who offends our great man will be punished no matter how far away he is!"

In front of three huge Beijing temples, on a huge rock that took more than a dozen oxen to pull, nine huge and powerful fonts were engraved on it.

"General, I remember that it should be 'Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away'"

Looking at the murderous nine strong characters on this stele, Zhang Weixian, the eldest grandson of the British Duke, couldn't help but ask with some doubts.

"Why do we have to punish 'overt offenders'? Don't we care about 'secret offenders'? I want to tell these Tatars clearly that anyone who dares to invade my homeland, regardless of whether he is overt or covert, will receive what he deserves.
Chapter completed!