Jianzhou Tribe!
"Chieftain."
"The infiltration plan failed."
"The Ming Kingdom's border defenses are tight. The moment our men drew close, they were discovered by Ming Army patrols."
"Three thousand men were sent out, and fewer than a thousand returned safely."
"It is absolutely impossible to infiltrate and wait for an opportunity to strike."
A general spoke helplessly to Jianzhou's newly appointed chieftain.
In the past.
During the battle of Liaodong.
As a vassal of the Northern Yuan, the Jianzhou Tatars had served as the vanguard against the Ming Dynasty.
All along.
Many of the small tribes of the Northern Frontier had depended on the Northern Yuan.
After all, there was nothing else they could do.
When facing the strong, aside from being completely absorbed, they could only submit themselves.
Over these years.
Jianzhou had been no exception.
Although the Northern Yuan had fallen, it had splintered into several major tribes. As the inheritor of the Northern Yuan's imperial lineage, the Tatar tribe naturally made Jianzhou pledge allegiance once more.
"Ming Kingdom."
"My father died at the hands of the Ming Army."
"Our tribe was driven out of Liaodong because of the Ming Kingdom as well. This hatred is irreconcilable."
The Jianzhou chieftain shouted furiously.
The reason he had mobilized against the Ming Kingdom again was not only because of the Tatar tribe's summons, but also because of this national and personal hatred.
"Chieftain."
"Although our tribe has recovered its strength over the past two years, the Ming Kingdom has grown even stronger."
"Can the Tatar tribe truly contend against the Ming Kingdom?" a Tatar general asked worriedly.
But the moment his words fell.
"Shut up!"
The Jianzhou chieftain roared.
The generals in the tent all turned pale and did not dare make another sound.
"The Ming Kingdom is wildly ambitious."