Wu Nian effortlessly broke into Qiongyong Ranch. The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers and officials who stayed behind were either killed or ran away.

"Li Qianhu, Zhang Qianhu, you lead your troops to control the exits and be on guard."

"Wang Qianhu. You lead the heavy armor and heavy ax soldiers and enter the camp to rest."

Wu Nian rode his horse into the camp gate, waved his hand and gave the order.

"yes."

The three thousand households shouted loudly and left separately.

"What a big pasture." Lu Yanxun and his fellow beggars got off the carriage and looked at the pasture in front of them, all amazed.

"General. We searched the pasture and found some Han people." Not long after, a man from a household came over with dozens of men.

There were young and old alike, all with their heads down, their bodies bent, and shivering. Maybe it was fear, but maybe they were also wearing thin clothes and being cold.

"Don't be afraid. I am Wu Nian, the general supporting the Han Dynasty. My soldiers will not kill Han people."

Wu Nian got off his horse, came in front of these dozens of people, and said sincerely.

"Thank you, General." But the Han people were still afraid and couldn't stop trembling. Wu Nian frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and asked: "Who among you has the highest status and knows the best about the ranch?"

"Reporting to General, this is the old man. The old man has been working on this ranch for twenty years." A thin old man with gray hair in leather clothes stood up and said to Wu Nian, cupping his fists.

Maybe it's because he is older and takes life and death lightly. Compared with other people, the old man is much calmer and calmer.

Wu Nian nodded, and then ordered his soldiers to take these Han people down to resettle them and distribute food to them.

Then he took the old man into a big tent.

There was a garrison on this ranch, and the tents were ready-made.

Now that Wu Nian had plenty of time, he didn't come up to ask the old man about his situation. Instead, he asked someone to light a bonfire in the tent and set up an iron pot.

Kill the live sheep raised in the pasture and cook the mutton soup.

Wu Nian asked the old man to sit with him in front of the campfire, talking while looking at the mutton soup in the iron pot.

"Old sir, what's your last name and where do you live from?" Wu Nian asked very politely.

"Report to the general. This old man was originally from Guangyang Prefecture in Liaodong. His name is Wang You." Wang You looked at the mutton in the iron pot, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said.

Wu Nian nodded. Wang You said that he had been staying at this ranch for twenty years, so he was kidnapped from Guangyang Mansion by the Meng Yuan people at least twenty years ago.

Wu Nian then asked about Wang You's situation and learned that Wang You was childless and alone.

He sighed, and at this time the soldiers cooked the hot wine and brought it in. Wu Nian picked up the jug, filled a glass of wine, and handed it to Wang You.

Wang You hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the wine glass and took a sip, his face quickly turning rosy.

After Wu Nian thought for a while, he said: "We Han people talk about providing for the elderly and ending their lives. Old gentleman, you have also seen the children I brought. They are all Han. I plan to take them back to Liaodong. Why don't you choose?

One, I will be your adopted son. How about that?"

"Really?" Wang You's eyes suddenly lit up and his breathing quickened.

It is great to have no descendants.

This is what the Han people talk about.

"Why should I lie to you?" Wu Nian laughed and said.

"Thank you, General." Wang You quickly put down his wine glass and solemnly saluted Wu Nian with clasped fists.

"Old sir, you don't have to be like this." Wu Nian shook his head and helped Wang You up.

After talking for a while, the two got acquainted a lot. The mutton soup in the iron pot still needed to be simmered for a long time. Wu Nian asked: "Old sir, do you know how many horses there are in this ranch?"

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"There are more than 6,000 horses. About 2,000 of them are mares, 1,230 are ponies, 180 are stallions, and the rest are war horses."

Wang You replied without thinking.

This has nothing to do with the favor Wu Nian gave him.

Regardless of whether Wu Nian wanted to take him back to Liaodong and give him an adopted son, he would answer this question.

Even if he didn't say anything, Wu Nian's soldiers could be counted quickly.

Wu Nian was a little disappointed. Not only were there not ten thousand horses, but not all of them were war horses.

Soon, Wu Nian burst out laughing.

It’s really a shame that people’s hearts are not enough.

There are six thousand horses, which is already good. Two thousand mares, one hundred and eighty male horses are used for breeding, and one thousand two hundred and thirty ponies are the future war horses and slave horses.

Besides, aren't there still more than 2,000 war horses left?

Not bad.

Relying on these horses, I can help Feng Chong form a cavalry regiment of five thousand households within one year.

A cavalry regiment composed of heavy armor, heavy cavalry, and light cavalry.

Moreover, I also have an additional ranch.

With this thought, Wu Nian became satisfied. He and Wang You chatted and ate wine. Soon, the mutton soup was ready, and they ate and drank together.

Wu Nian asked someone to find a big cloak and put it on Wang You. The old man was so thin that he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

The two of them immediately left the tent, surrounded by soldiers, to observe the situation.

pasture.

In addition to the stables, there is also a hay room, which stores a large amount of hay and soybeans. War horses cannot only eat hay, they need to be supplemented with nutrients regularly.

Wu Nian looked at the hay with a thoughtful expression on his face.

According to his expectations.

After he attacks the Qiongyong Ranch, it may cause internal strife among the remaining Mongolian captains. He will then defeat them one by one.

But what if the Meng Yuan commander did not fight internally, but chose to defend the granary of Xiaoshan Camp?

Now that the weather is dry, can we choose a time when the wind is strong? Bring a lot of hay and set fire to the Xiaoshan Camp?

This idea made Wu Nian's heart beat. He asked the soldiers to take Wang You and dozens of Han people down to feed the horses fodder to prevent the horses that had finally been obtained from starving.

He led his soldiers back to the big tent and sat down, and sent someone to summon three thousand households to come in.

"General, are you looking for us?" Wang Qianhu, Zhang Qianhu, and Li Qianhu all took off their armors, wore regular clothes, walked in, and saluted Wu Nian with cupped fists.

"Sit down first." Wu Nian first asked them to sit down on the small bench around the bonfire, and then told the three of them his plan.

"If there is internal strife among the commanders of the Meng Yuan Dynasty and someone comes to take back the horses, I will defeat them. Then I will lead the army and capture the Xiaoshan Camp."

"If they insist on defending the Xiaoshan camp, I will set fire to it."

"What do you think?"

The eyes of the three thousand households were all bright.

"Use the carts and hay in the racecourse? If the fire is good, it will not be a problem to burn down the Xiaoshan camp." Li Qianhu said without thinking.

"General, I think the strategy of burning the Xiaoshan camp is feasible." Zhang Qianhu nodded and said.

Wang Qianhu said nothing, but his expression was clear.

"Okay. Let's rest for a day at Qiongyong Ranch. We will set off tomorrow morning. We will take these 6,000 horses and use the carts in the ranch to load hay and head to Xiaoshan Camp."

Wu Nian nodded and made a decisive decision.

He was very excited inside.

Burning down the granary in the Xiaoshan camp might force Chunyuan to retreat.

Forget about the fight between yourself and the Chu State. If Xiong Wuwo can do a little more and drive the Mongolians out of Liaodong, it will be done.
Chapter completed!