The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 316 A Lose-Lose Ending
The Mongol cavalry was numerous, and at this time the Jurchens also began to fight fiercely.

The two sides clashed directly, and the Mongol cavalry commander felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this scene.

Have these Jurchens gone mad? Why do they have to fight to the death with themselves?

At this moment, the Mongol commander became somewhat nervous and shouted loudly.

"You are surrounded and have no way out. I advise you to surrender now for a chance to live, otherwise you will surely die!"

The Jurchen tribe leader burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"You really think you're so great? If it weren't for the Ming Dynasty's terrifying weapons, would you really think we would lose? Your Mongol cavalry is indeed impressive, but our Jurchen cavalry isn't made of dough!"

"Jurchen warriors, let's teach these Mongols a lesson together!"

The two armies clashed directly, a Mongolian centurion said with a grim expression.

"Commander, we can't keep fighting like this. These Jurchens are all madmen, and the environment here is too harsh. Our soldiers are much weaker fighting here. If we continue like this, it will be disadvantageous for us. I think we should retreat first!"

The Mongol commander looked extremely displeased upon hearing this.

They had just expressed their disdain for the Ming army; if they were to slink back like this, who knows how much they would be laughed at? Where would they put their face then?

"Absolutely not! We are all Mongol warriors. How can we retreat at this time? We cannot retreat! Everyone, continue the attack immediately! I refuse to believe that these Jurchens are so tough!"

In this situation, the two armies could only continue fighting.

By the end of the battle, the Jurchens were almost wiped out, and the Mongols had also suffered heavy losses. The leader of the Supreme Tribe, seeing this, burst into laughter.

"I never imagined that we Jurchens, with such a small force, could completely defeat you. This battle was truly worthwhile!"

"Let's stop here for today's battle. Although my Jianzhou Jurchen tribe has been decimated, we will definitely avenge ourselves in the future!"

After saying that, he immediately fled with the rest of his men.

Judging from the direction, it should be heading towards the Haixi Jurchens.

The Mongolian tribe leader looked extremely grim at this scene. They had indeed won the battle, but the victory was of no use whatsoever. Almost all of his men had been wiped out, and from now on, their once large tribe would be reduced to a second-rate tribe, or even a small tribe that wasn't even considered second-rate.

"These damned bastards are absolutely despicable! They're already half-dead, yet they still drag us down with them!"

At this time, the Ming army waited outside for a long time, but still did not see the Mongol soldiers return, and they were extremely puzzled.

"Why haven't those Mongols returned yet? Could something have happened to them?"

The Ming general smiled and said this.

"Whether they get into trouble or not has nothing to do with us. Although we are allies this time, our relationship is not that good!"

"Even after we eliminate the Jurchens, we will still be their enemies. It would be a real good thing for us if something happens to them!"

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this. Not long after, a pair of figures appeared on the grassland. Everyone recognized them as the returning Mongol army, but upon seeing their numbers, they frowned.

The number of Mongol soldiers now is only two or three tenths of what it used to be. Are those Jurchens really that ruthless? They actually managed to cripple them.

When the Mongol soldiers walked in, their faces were extremely grim. They had intended to take this opportunity to show them the bravery of the steppe warriors, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen? Those Jurchens truly deserved to die.

"These days, not being laughed at is already a very good thing," the Ming general said with a smile as he watched this scene.

"Congratulations! It looks like you've achieved a great victory!"

"I will definitely report this to His Highness the Crown Prince later, and you will be credited for your service!"

However, the people of the grassland tribe were not happy at all when they heard this; on the contrary, they were extremely angry.

I don't know why, but these words sounded really jarring. They didn't win a great victory at all; they clearly suffered heavy losses.

He angrily pointed at the Ming general in front of him and said.

"What do you mean? Are you looking down on us?"

The Ming general showed no politeness and smiled as he spoke.

"Isn't this mocking you? Don't you know that yourself?"

"I told you before, don't pursue a cornered enemy!"

"If we insist on pursuing this matter, you can't really blame us!"

The chief of the grassland tribe was stunned for a moment when he heard this. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true. He was in an awkward situation and felt a little regretful.

If I had known it would end like this, I wouldn't have acted rashly.

When the armies of these grassland tribes returned to their respective tribes, the tribal chiefs were nearly driven mad with anger.

Originally, the intention was merely to send troops as a gesture, to give the Ming Dynasty an explanation; who could have imagined that the losses would be so devastating?

"How could your losses be so heavy? Did the Ming army send you to stand in front as cannon fodder? Are you stupid?"

"Didn't I tell you not to fight so fiercely!"

The leader was extremely distressed.

Over the years, their wars with the Ming Dynasty had almost all ended in crushing defeats. They were overjoyed to finally be able to bully tribes weaker than themselves. Who could have imagined such an outcome? Thinking of this, he sighed.

The tribal leaders looked at each other, none of them knowing what to say. After all, this matter was not entirely the fault of the Ming Dynasty. In fact, the Ming generals had warned them beforehand, but they hadn't paid attention.

Everyone looked at the commander with disappointment and frustration.

"You are solely responsible for this matter. I will explain it to Daming later. From now on, your tribe will be merged into my tribe!"

The man's face darkened. Were these guys going to wipe out his tribe after using him? "What do you mean by this? No matter what, I still made a contribution. You're just going to annex my tribe like this? No, absolutely not!"

The tribal chief sneered upon hearing this.

"People on the grasslands rely on strength, not on reputation. Do you have a death wish?"

At this moment, the soldiers nearby drew their weapons, looking ready to fight.

(End of this chapter)