Gou was a member of the imperial family in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 323 Fire starts
Badar held a transaction voucher in his hand and looked at it over and over again. This transaction voucher was just given to him by the Mongolian subordinates. The printing of the transaction voucher was very fine. The paper was completely different from ordinary rice paper. It was a kind of tough hard paper and felt thicker. It was somewhat similar to the treasure notes of the Ming Dynasty.

A transaction voucher was printed in color, with exquisite patterns and a series of numbers on it, and the amount was prominently marked in the middle. At the bottom was a seal and signature, with two seals, a smaller one for the whole seal and a larger one for the interlineation seal. There were also traces of cutting at the bottom, which should be what the subordinates said was the original receipt kept for anti-counterfeiting.

After asking about the specific usage, the Mongolian under his command pointed to the transaction voucher and the amount on it and explained to Badar. Badar quickly figured out how to use it. He looked at it for a long time and made a clicking sound in his mouth. He couldn't help but sigh that this thing was indeed convenient and the person who made it was really smart.

But Badar was only slightly interested, he was more concerned about his own mission.

Putting down the transaction voucher in his hand, Badar continued to ask about the details of the preparation. The two Mongolians pointed to the map and talked seriously. After listening carefully, Badar nodded and a smile appeared on his face.

Everything went smoothly, and his people did a good job of preparation. If the intelligence was correct, they could start tomorrow night.

When the time comes, send people to set fire, not only to the warehouse, but also to the commercial and living areas of Zhenlubao. As long as the fire starts, the matter is half done, and when everything is in chaos, Badar's people can take advantage of the chaos to start.

This time he brought more than 80 elite warriors with him. These warriors were the bravest in the tribe and had extremely strong fighting power. When the chaos was over, he would lead people to start a massacre in various places in Zhenlu Fort. Once the massacre began, everything would be over.

Squinting his eyes, Badar seemed to see the Zhenlu Fort with flames rising to the sky, and countless people shouting as they fled from yurts or buildings. They were unarmed and panic-stricken, wailing for their lives under their own butcher knives, and finally fell to the ground and died.

There were more than 80 elite warriors and nearly 70 other people on his side, totaling more than 150 people. Badar was not sure if this force could fight head-on, but if it was a sneak attack under such circumstances, Badar had absolute confidence that he could turn the place upside down.

If they are lucky, not only can they destroy the large amount of supplies stored in Zhenlu Fort, but they can also kill all the Ming people in Zhenlu Fort. Even the people of the Tengger tribe probably won't be able to escape.

In addition, Badar will not be lenient towards people from other tribes, of course he will let some of them escape. This is not because Badar does not want to kill more people, but because Badar does this to spread the incident as soon as possible.

As long as the tribes on the grassland learned about this, they would not only lose a large amount of goods, but also lose the people sent to trade in Zhenlu Fort. Even if the Tenger tribe opened their mouths everywhere, they would not be able to explain it.

The Tenger tribe would be as proud as they were before, and as anxious as they were afterwards. Such a huge loss would inevitably cause strong dissatisfaction among other tribes, and the Tenger tribe would not be able to pay such a high price for compensation.

In addition, there is the Ming Dynasty. With the deaths of these people and the destruction of the goods sent for trade, it is inevitable that the Ming Dynasty will hold the Tenger tribe responsible. By that time, the Tenger tribe will face external and internal troubles, and will face the dual pressure of the Mongolian tribes and the Ming Dynasty. Maybe the Ming Dynasty, which has suffered losses, will take military action against the Tenger tribe under the instigation of some ulterior motives. Then, won’t Bu Shitu and his tribe have a chance?

Bu Shitu was the nominal leader of the Tumed people and the King of Shunyi appointed by the Ming Dynasty. He was fully qualified to hold the Tengger tribe accountable for this matter.

After losing its allies on the grassland and the support of the Ming Dynasty, the Tengger tribe could never be a match for the combined forces of Bu Shitu and his own tribe. What's more, once military action was taken, Bu Shitu had secretly united with several other tribes to attack together. Under such a blow, the Tengger tribe would absolutely not be able to contend. Once the Tengger tribe was destroyed, this fertile grassland and the tribe's wealth and people would all become the objects of division.

Thinking of this, Badar couldn't help laughing out loud. He already saw victory waving at him.

But Badar still held back. After all, the work had not been done yet, and they were now in Zhenlu Fort. There was no need to be overly happy now. It would not be too late to be happy after the work was done tomorrow.

After a night's rest, Badar got up early the next day and went to the trading point in a pretentious manner. When he got there, he found that what his people said was true. Many Mongolians knew that today was the day when the goods shipped from Ming Dynasty were put into storage. Many people from various tribes came early and gathered there to discuss enthusiastically, discussing what they planned to trade back and what goods were worth trading.

Mixed in the crowd, Badar was discussing as enthusiastically as everyone else, but his eyes were always looking towards the warehouse with peace of mind.

When the sun was high in the sky, a convoy carrying supplies from the Ming Dynasty arrived at Zhenlu Fort. The arrival of one convoy after another made the Mongols on the scene even more excited.

The supplies arrived, and then they were handed over and registered for storage. The official trade would start tomorrow morning, and it was too late today because of the storage. However, the Mongolians did not disperse, and they still gathered outside to watch with great interest, and could not help but secretly calculate the objects and amounts of goods to be traded tomorrow. The people of the Tenger tribe who were in charge of guarding did not care about their actions. According to the rules, as long as they did not step into the cordon and stayed outside, they would be fine. This was also the rule of Zhenlu Fort, and everyone had been used to it for more than two months.

There was a lot of goods coming from Daming, and one truck after another was put into the warehouse. We were busy from morning to evening, and only stopped when the sun was about to set.

After everything was put into the warehouse, the people of Tengger's tribe were extremely tired. Except for the guards who were still on guard, the rest were sweating profusely and were busy changing clothes, eating, and then taking a good rest.

The sun set and the sky gradually darkened. Zhenlubao gradually returned to peace from the bustle of the day. By the time of Haishi, some Mongolians who had been drinking had eaten and drunk their fill and returned to their yurts or homes to rest. In the darkness, Zhenlubao fell asleep. Except for some Tengger soldiers patrolling and guarding the central area, most people were resting.

But no one expected that not far from the central area, that is, at the temporary camp of Badar, Badar and his men were not sleepy at all. They had quietly put on leather armor, carried sabers on their waists, held spears in their hands, strung bows and arrows, and carried quivers on their backs, secretly making preparations.

"grown ups!"

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

"According to the plan, sneak in and set fire to the warehouse first. When the warehouse is on fire, each of you will bring people to set fire to the surrounding areas. Remember, the bigger the fire, the better. When the fire starts, shout that the Ming people and the Tengger tribe are joining forces to kill everyone from other tribes and rob everyone of their property. Then take advantage of the chaos to kill people. The more violent the better!"

Everyone's eyes sparkled, and they all had a grim smile. The opportunity had finally come. Taiji had already ordered that as long as this thing was done, everyone would be rewarded, whether it was cattle, sheep, or women. Maybe those who were lucky could even get a position.

These Mongols never had fear in their minds, they only pursued profit. Under the huge trend of profit, let alone doing such a thing, even killing everyone was not a problem, not to mention such a good opportunity, success was inevitable.

"Go! Eternal Heaven will bless us." Badar encouraged everyone, and they nodded vigorously and started to act. Several Mongolians who had been selected long ago, dressed in black, quietly moved towards the central area in the darkness. Their figures, bending over and standing on tiptoe, soon disappeared into the night.

The others stayed put for the time being and waited patiently for movement from the warehouse. As long as there was a fire in the warehouse, the guards of the Tenger tribe would notice it first and would definitely respond to put out the fire.

And this is their chance to set fires everywhere. The people of the Tengger tribe will not pay attention to the periphery at all. When all their energy is concentrated on the central area and the warehouse, Badar and his men can easily spread the fire everywhere. By then, the entire Zhenlu Fort will inevitably be in chaos. Coupled with Badar's deliberate preparation and instigation, the Mongols, who have no idea what is happening, including the Ming people here, will not be able to react in a panic.
Thinking about the imminent success, Badar's blood was boiling with excitement. He licked his dry lips with his tongue, looking forward to what would happen next.

The night was very quiet, so quiet that there was no sound at all, only the slightest sound of wind in the distance.

After nearly an incense stick of time, the warehouse was still quiet, and there was no sign of fire. Badar was a little anxious. From the distance from where his men had set out, they should have reached the warehouse, but why was there no fire? Could there be an accident?
Badar raised his head anxiously and looked towards the warehouse, as if he wanted to see what was going on over there. But it was dark and far away, how could he see clearly? Just as Badar was feeling uneasy and wondering whether to send someone over to take a look, suddenly one of his men beside him shouted softly in an excited voice: "Sir! Look! Look!"

Excited, Badar quickly looked in the direction of his finger and finally saw a little fire in the night. That's right! It was a little fire, although the fire was not big, but it was so obvious in the darkness.

In just two breaths, a few more flames lit up, not far from the location where the first flame appeared. Judging from the distance, it was the location of the warehouse. Soon, the flames began to become brighter and the flames suddenly grew larger. In the blink of an eye, a raging fire broke out in the warehouse area. At the same time, screams and noises came from the warehouse, and many figures were faintly swaying.

"It's done!" Badar slapped his thigh excitedly. He immediately ordered his men to set fire everywhere according to the plan. He drew the long sword at his waist and took his most elite men with him, ready to rush out and turn the whole Zhenlu Fort into chaos.

(End of this chapter)