Di Ming

Chapter 496 "They are Ming soldiers! They are Ming soldiers!"

This mountain peak is called Wangbeitai (Looking North Terrace).

Throughout history, countless emperors and generals have climbed this Wangbeitai (Northward Viewing Platform) to observe the grasslands beyond the Great Wall.

Looking south, one overlooks the Taihang Mountains. Looking north, all that remains is cold mist and withered grass; the winds of the Central Plains have ceased here.

Zheng Guowang took out his binoculars and carefully observed the Mongolian military tents on the northern grasslands, which resembled flocks of sheep. He saw that the enemy tents stretched as far as the eye could see, extending even beyond the reach of his binoculars.

This is a monocular telescope that Zhu Yin gave her. She originally thought it was a Western item, but now she knows that this amazing thing was actually made by Zhu Yin himself.

The two places that are completely invisible to telescopes—the Black Wind Pass Canyon more than 100 miles to the northwest and the Birch Ridge more than 100 miles to the north—are where her deadly moves lie.

That was a top-secret killing move that she had painstakingly planned and laid out a month in advance.

Whether she can win this crucial game, which concerns the fate of both the Hu and Han peoples, depends on whether her two decisive moves will be effective.

Her main force was stationed on various hilltops from the Yefuling Great Wall to the outside of the Great Wall, scattered in many places, seemingly making the same mistake that the Jin army had made in the past.

Zheng Guowang put down his binoculars, pondered for a while, and then silently descended the mountain.

Ancient bricks and tiles occasionally appeared in the grass along the mountain path. Zheng Guowang suddenly stopped, squatted down, picked up a tile, and stared intently at it with his autumn eyes.

The guards around him were already used to their master's manners, and they simply stood quietly with their swords in hand.

"The nineteenth year of the Taihe reign of the Great Wei Dynasty..." Zheng Guowang murmured the inscription on the ancient roof tile, a melancholy and wistful look on his face. "I remember the nineteenth year of the Taihe reign... it seems to be after Emperor Xiaowen of Wei moved the capital to Luoyang, issuing an edict banning the clothing and language of non-Han peoples. One thousand one hundred years..."

"So much time has passed, why is it that on this northern grassland, the barbarians still frequently march south with bows drawn and their horses galloping on the ground? Why? Is it that the foundation of our Han dynasty is destined to be harmed by barbarians, in an endless cycle, and can't this be resolved once and for all? Is the struggle between the Han and the barbarians, the war between the Han and the barbarians, truly the inescapable fate of the Central Plains?"

"If this is truly a nightmare from which we can never escape, then were Confucianism's principles of forgiveness and benevolence, and the Ming Dynasty's emphasis on civil affairs over military matters, a grave mistake?"

She pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Zheng Guowang gently placed the Northern Wei roof tile back into the grass, his movements very tender, as if afraid of breaking it.

She sighed softly, and said to herself, "Does Zhu Zhihu have the answer to this question?"

She looked south, her gaze as vast as mountains and rivers, as if she saw that seemingly omniscient and omnipotent boy.

Zhu Zhihu, do you have the answer?
Zheng Guowang stood up and went down the mountain. He passed Badger's Mouth, where the Mongol-Jin battle took place. There was still the stone round altar where the Mongol Suluding altar was located, as well as the monument erected in the Yuan Dynasty.

Not far away, there is a huge mound several meters high, which is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Bones, where the remains of Jin soldiers are buried, and there are also scattered soul-suppressing roof tiles on it.

Two miles from the Tomb of Ten Thousand Bones was the central camp of the Ming army.

Zheng Guowang's central army camp was located on a rammed earth platform left over from Huaihuang Town of the Northern Wei Dynasty. There was a Temple of Loyalty and Martyrdom built here during the Zhengde period, which Zheng Guowang used as his headquarters.

When Zheng Guowang returned to the camp, the sky was already ablaze with the colors of the setting sun, which was as red as blood.

"Pass on my order, let's convene a meeting in the tent!" The first thing Zheng Guowang did upon returning was to hold a military meeting.

The drums signaling the arrival of the generals were immediately sounded.

"Dong dong dong—" The desolate sound of drums pierced through the twilight and reached the Mongol camp on the grasslands beyond the mountains, causing the Mongol cavalrymen watering their horses by the river to all look south.

Wild Fox Ridge was like a giant mountain range, blocking their horses' hooves.

At this time, the Ming army's central camp in Lingnei had already lit its lamps, and the campfires in each camp shone like stars.

Inside the heavily guarded Temple of Loyal Martyrs, an iron plaque inscribed with "Key to the Northern Gate" hangs in the main hall, with Zheng Guowang sitting in the center.

The generals sat in a row, with veteran general Li Chengliang at the head of the left and veteran general Deng Zilong at the head of the right. Following them were Du Tong, Li Rumei, Wang Bao, Xie Sheng, You Jixian, and others, all seasoned generals who had fought countless battles on the border.

There was also a group of young talents selected and promoted by Zheng Guowang, namely: Du Song, Ma Lin, He Renlong, Wang Jiayin, Luo Rucai, Gao Yingxiang, Hu Dawei, Zu Dale, Zu Kuan, You Shiwei, Jin Guofeng, Li Tingchen, and Qi Bingzhong.

These people were teenagers selected by Zheng Guowang through an open examination. The youngest was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and the oldest was no more than twenty.

Zheng Guowang not only used them without being bound by convention, but also made an exception by allowing them to participate in military meetings attended by senior generals, and personally taught them.

She learned this trick from Zhu Yin.

Nobody knew that she was actually Zhu Yin's student.

At this moment, the group of young talents were looking at Zheng Guowang in the commander's seat with reverence, listening attentively to Zheng Guowang's clear and melodious words:

"Yefuling is located at the intersection of the Bashang Grassland, Yanshan Mountains, Taihang Mountains, and Yinshan Mountains. It guards the throat of the grassland leading to and from the capital, and divides the Bashang and Baxia areas. It is known as the Heavenly Road Beyond the Great Wall. Therefore, after the Jin army was defeated by the Mongols here, the Jin capital Zhongdu could not be saved."

"During the Warring States period, Li Mu decisively defeated the Xiongnu here. In the early years of the dynasty, Lan Yu inflicted a major defeat on the Northern Yuan here. Today, it's our turn..."

Zheng Guowang stopped there and picked up the teacup on the table.

For a moment, the hall was very quiet; even the crackling of the candlelight seemed to resonate in the heart. Suddenly, a heavenly melody, like that of a flute, drifted from the valley outside the hall.

Wild Fox Ridge has a unique topography, with northerly winds blowing through the gorge for at least 100 days each year. The wind amplifies the sound of the Huqin (a type of reed pipe), making it sound like a heavenly flute, hence the name "Yinshan Flute".

Listening to the strange, ethereal sound of the wind blowing through the mountains, everyone felt a sense of emptiness, as if they didn't know where they were.

Zheng Guowang regained his composure and continued:
"Back then, when the Liao emperor lost Yehuling, the Jurchens reached Juyong Pass in seven days. When the Jin dynasty lost Yehuling, the Mongols drank from the Luan River. During the reign of Emperor Yingzong of this dynasty, Yehuling was lost, and Esen reached Tumu Fortress directly. The bloody lessons of these three dynasties are still fresh in our minds. Even if we are torn to pieces, we cannot let Yehuling fall into the hands of the Tartars."

Her voice, which could hardly conceal its femininity, became firm and resolute: "Wild Fox Ridge is easy to defend and difficult to attack; it can be attacked or defended at will. The Liao people cast an iron stele on the ridge that reads, 'The key to the northern gate is broken, and Youzhou and Jizhou are in turmoil.' If we lose this ridge, the gateway to Yan and Yun will be wide open; if we gain it, it will be like holding the key to the north. As long as we are determined to die, this place will be as solid as iron!"

"Here, the fog conceals 100,000 soldiers. At dawn and dusk, the mist gathers from all directions, and the sound of drums and gongs cannot be heard a hundred paces away. Descending the ridge is like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, while attacking from above is like ants swarming an ice basin. When Su Zhe was an envoy to the Khitan, he once sighed: 'Nine out of ten who attack from above will be killed.'"

"Our troops are stationed here, which can be considered a strategic advantage."

Zheng Guowang's words were, of course, meant to boost the morale of his generals. Because Yehuling was the site of the Mongol's great victory over the Jin army, it seemed like a lucky place for the Mongols, but a bad omen for the Ming army.

Veteran general Li Chengliang couldn't help but say, "The Grand Marshal's words make sense. However, our army is stationed here, which means we can only be on the defensive. This is equivalent to weakening our forces in Liaodong and Xuanda, and concentrating them in Yehuling. What if the Tartars surround us but don't attack?"

"Our army has been deployed for three months, and the daily food and rations are being consumed at a tremendous rate. How long can we hold out? How much longer can the imperial court provide food and rations? It's a tough situation."

After his son Li Rubai surrendered to Zhu Yin, he was suspected by the Northern Dynasty and was originally to be stripped of his military power. It was Zheng Guowang who persuaded his sister to continue to give Li Chengliang important positions.

To demonstrate his loyalty, Li Chengliang naturally took action, wholeheartedly serving the imperial court. In particular, with the Mongol tribes launching a massive joint invasion southward, his Liaodong garrison would be lost if the Tartars were not defeated.

Deng Zilong stroked his beard with a worried expression and said, "Lord Zheng, General Li's concerns are also my worries. If the Mongols surround us but don't attack, are we just going to have to wait it out at Yehuling?"

Zheng Guowang narrowed his eyes. "Even if it's a protracted war, the Mongols will be the first to run out of steam! Military provisions from the Central Plains can be transported continuously via the Luan River. The two hundred shi of grain that Zhu Yin promised has already been delivered to Beijing. Can the Mongols afford to wait?"

"If they can't hold out any longer, they'll either have to attack or suffer a crushing defeat and disperse. If they disperse without gaining anything this time, the Northern Yuan Khan and the Third Lady will lose a lot of prestige, and next time they want to summon the tribes to march south, no one will obey their orders."

Zheng Guowang clenched his fist. "Therefore, I predict that they will be even less able to hold out than we are and will definitely attack us. According to the intelligence from the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they have actually wanted to make a move for a long time. The reason they have surrounded us without attacking is simply because the left and right wings of the Mongols want to form an alliance. They have been fighting each other for nearly a century and both want to unite again."

"They all came to Yehuling to attack me, just to give each other a way out, and to create an opportunity for an alliance by taking advantage of our common enemy."

Du Tong couldn't help but joke, "So, the Grand Marshal is their peacemaker, acting as their matchmaker and go-between?"

This man always liked to joke, but Zheng Guowang didn't take it to heart and smiled sweetly:

"General Du's words are quite interesting; it's true. They've long wanted to form an alliance, but they've lacked the opportunity. Now the opportunity is at Wild Fox Ridge, and the steps are right here; of course they won't miss it."

"The reason they haven't attacked Wild Fox Ridge yet is because they are currently in the initial stages of making contact regarding an alliance. As soon as both sides decide to form an alliance, they will immediately send troops. They can't wait any longer."

Li Chengliang nodded. "I see."

He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He was a veteran of countless battles, and as the "Grand Tutor Li" in the eyes of the Mongols, he thought he understood the Mongols very well.

But after listening to Zheng Guowang's words, he suddenly realized that this young man, Zheng Guowang, understood the Mongolians' thoughts better than he did.

Is it really because I'm getting old?

In the midst of the military council, a member of Zheng's personal guard suddenly entered and reported:

"Fourth Master! We intercepted goods smuggled by Shanxi merchants to the grasslands at the Deshengkou customs and the Zhangku trade route. The goods included ironware, salt, and grain. The garrison commander who accepted bribes has also been apprehended..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Guowang's jade-like face immediately turned cold and menacing, and he said:

"They deserve to die! It's a national war, and these merchants who deserve to die dare to defy the ban and bribe the guards to smuggle goods out of the country! This is aiding the enemy! This is treason! They've lost all conscience for money, they'd rather die than live!"

"Then I'll grant their wish!" Zheng Guowang gritted his teeth. "Execute them all on the spot for treason! Conscript their property into the army! And investigate! Execute all merchants who illegally smuggle goods out of the country for treason! Get it done immediately!"

The guard was immediately in a dilemma, his face turning red and then pale, standing there with a bitter expression.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Guowang shouted. "What are you staring at? Speak!"

The guard could only say with a bitter expression, "Reporting to Fourth Master, among the merchants smuggling goods from beyond the Great Wall, there are also people from the Empress Dowager's family."

"It's the Li family."

"So what?" Zheng Guowang's tone was icy. "This is a national war, and the Li family actually dares to smuggle goods against the enemy behind the Empress Dowager's back. This is a great disrespect to the Empress Dowager! It's a disgrace to the Black Empress Dowager, and they deserve to die even more!"

"The punishment will be the same! The Empress Dowager is very understanding and won't blame me. If she does blame me, I'll take the blame!"

The guard could only obey, saying, "Yes, sir!"

The generals' eyelids twitched as they listened, and even the most senior Li Chengliang felt a chill run down his spine.

This Duke of Lu is truly ruthless in his actions.

Even the Empress Dowager's family members were killed without exception!

After dealing with this matter, Zheng Guowang continued, "Let's get back to the main topic."

She stood up, walked to the map, pointed at it, and her eyes shone brightly:
"Gentlemen, please take a closer look at this map. The Mongols have always attached great importance to alliance ceremonies, and the choice of venue is also very particular. If the Left and Right Wing Mongols were to hold a formal alliance meeting, where would they choose?"

At this point, she pointed firmly at a spot on the map with her slender fingers. Li Chengliang, with his white hair swaying, stroked his beard and said, "In my opinion, it can only be one of these five places. The first is the Baichengzi Altar of Heaven, which is more than a hundred miles away. It is the place where Temujin swore an oath to Heaven before his campaign against the Jin Dynasty, and the Mongols regard it as a sacred place."

"Secondly, there is Abaga Mountain, which is 200 li away from here. It was the place where Dayan Khan convened the Mongol tribes during the Chenghua period, and it was also special to the Mongols."

"Thirdly, there is Jinlianchuan Stone City, which is 250 li away from here. It was Kublai Khan's headquarters when he was in charge of the military and political affairs of southern Mongolia, and it also has great significance to the Mongols."

"Fourth is the site of the Yuan Shangdu, which is more than 300 li away. It was not only the place where Kublai Khan ascended the throne, but also the capital of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, making it even more important to the Mongols."

"The last one is the sacred site of the three trees of the Mongols. It is the birthplace of Temujin's beloved horse, Red Hare. Temujin once planted three birch trees there, which are now hundreds of years old. The Mongols often go there to worship and make oaths."

Li Chengliang, as expected of a veteran general familiar with eastern Mongolia, knew these sacred sites of the Mongols like the back of his hand; he was a true expert on Mongolia.

Upon hearing this, all the generals nodded in agreement.

Zheng Guowang smiled brightly. In the candlelight, her neat row of pearly teeth gleamed, giving her an alluring appearance. She was so beautiful, and dressed as a man, her beauty was almost unreal, like an elf born from the Wild Fox Ridge.

She was clearly pleased that Li Chengliang had pointed out these five places.

He truly deserves to be called a renowned general of our dynasty!
"Indeed!" Zheng Guowang agreed. "General Li's insight is truly remarkable. Once the Left and Right Wing Mongols unite, it will definitely be in one of these five places!"

"Then, General, tell me again, if we could choose at most two places, which two places would be the most likely?"

"Is Minister Zheng testing a veteran general?" Li Chengliang chuckled. He pondered for a moment, squinting at the map, before slowly replying:
"If we only select two locations, then the most likely places for the alliance meeting should be the Baichengzi Altar of Heaven and the Three Sacred Trees!"

Zheng Guowang's eyes shone even brighter, and he clapped his hands, asking, "Why?"

Li Chengliang said with certainty, "Yuan Shangdu is too far away, more than 300 li from Yehuling, and it would take several days to travel there and back. It is unlikely that Chechen Khan and Third Sister would choose that place, as it is too far from the main camp and there is a risk of something going wrong. Let's rule that out first."

He held up his second finger. "Abaga Mountain is not close either, it's two hundred miles away. Moreover, it's the place where Dayan Khan convened the Mongol tribes for an alliance meeting. Dayan Khan belongs to the Left Wing Mongols and is the ancestor of the Chahar. Since Abaga Mountain is a sacred place for the Left Wing Mongols, the Third Sister of the Right Wing will definitely not agree to hold the alliance meeting here. If she chooses this place, she will be bowing to the Left Wing. This place is also ruled out."

He then raised his third finger, "Jinlianchuan Stone City is 250 li away from here, which is too far. Therefore, it is also ruled out."

"The Baichengzi Altar of Heaven and the Sankeshu Sacred Site are at most a hundred li away from the Mongol camp, and a fast horse can make a round trip in a day. Moreover, both places are related to Temujin, are not affiliated with any faction, and are sacred sites jointly revered."

"Therefore, the veteran believed that the two places should hold an alliance meeting."

Zheng Guowang clapped his hands and laughed, "General, your analysis is indeed insightful and profound! The Embroidered Uniform Guard has secretly reported that the Left and Right Wing Mongols are currently holding a meeting and alliance. It's either the Baichengzi Altar of Heaven or the Sankeshu Sacred Site. We'll find out in a couple of days."

Li Chengliang suddenly understood. His old eyes gleamed as he stared at Zheng Guowang's beautiful face and blurted out, "Lord Zheng has already set up an ambush? Where is it?"

Upon hearing this, the generals exchanged surprised glances, all looking astonished.

Zheng Guowang solemnly said, "Black Wind Pass Canyon! Birch Bark Ridge! Now it's time to tell you what I'm up to. More than half a month ago, I already laid an ambush of five thousand elite troops in each of these two places!"

"Black Wind Pass Canyon and Birch Bark Ridge?" Li Chengliang quickly looked at the map and pointed at it with his finger. "The old general understands now, these are good places! Good places!"

He certainly knew these two places very well, even better than the Mongols.

Black Wind Pass Canyon is more than 100 li away from Wild Fox Ridge. It is 30 li long and 10 zhang wide at the bottom. It is rugged and uneven, with dense forests and cliffs on both sides that are 30 zhang high. There are many mysterious caves inside, which could hide thousands of soldiers and horses and make it difficult to find them. Moreover, there are springs inside, so there is no need to worry about water supply.

Unless the Mongols searched deliberately, it would be difficult to discover the ambush hidden in the Black Wind Pass Gorge.

As for Huapi Ridge, it is less than a hundred miles away from Yefuling. It has a birch forest that stretches for dozens of miles from east to west, with dense shrubs and thick fog.

That place could easily hide five thousand soldiers.

Heifengkou Canyon and Huapi Ridge are only twenty or thirty miles away from Baichengzi Altar of Heaven and Sankeshu Holy Land, where the leaders of the left and right wings of the Mongol Empire may have formed an alliance!
The cavalry can arrive in the blink of an eye!

Even more critically, the Mongols thought the Ming army was all at Yefuling, never imagining that two other Ming army units had been lying in ambush at Heifengkou and Huapiling for half a month.

Deng Zilong looked delighted. "So it turns out that my lord had already discovered that the Left and Right Mongols were interested in forming an alliance, and had already laid an ambush at Black Wind Pass and Birch Ridge, preparing to take advantage of the alliance between Chechen Khan and Third Lady to capture the leader first?"

Zheng Guowang nodded. "This is also called a decapitation tactic. It was mentioned by someone. There is a custom among Mongol leaders when they hold a meeting: they are not allowed to bring too many troops, as a sign of sincerity."

"If Chechen Khan and Third Lady want to hold an alliance meeting, in addition to choosing a significant meeting place, they will also agree on the guards they will bring. Their agreement is that each side will only bring one thousand cavalry. The rest of the cavalry must be fifty li away, and cannot approach until the alliance is established, so as to prevent one side from attacking and holding the other hostage."

Li Chengliang said, “This is indeed a Mongol custom. In the past, many tribal leaders used the pretense of alliances to deceive other tribal leaders and take the opportunity to attack and annex them. Everyone was afraid, so these rules for alliances were established. The location of the alliance cannot be chosen unilaterally, and the number of accompanying troops cannot be too large and must be the same. Violating these rules means a lack of sincerity.”

Zheng Guowang stroked his finely trimmed mustache with great care, and said confidently, "Furthermore, for the sake of the alliance's security and to prevent the other side's army from attacking them, both sides will definitely request that the other side's army attack us. In this way, they can hold their alliance meeting in the rear with peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, Li Chengliang couldn't help but admire Zheng Guowang.

What a terrible future!
It is truly remarkable that this young Zheng Xiangong could think of such a thing.

He couldn't help but think of Zhu Yin. Although Zheng Guowang couldn't be compared to Zhu Yin, he was still a promising young talent.

He nodded and said, "Your insight is truly remarkable. Therefore, as soon as the Mongol army begins to attack Yehuling, it means that the left and right wings of the Mongols are about to formally form an alliance."

Zheng Guowang punched the air, "They're going to attack Wild Fox Ridge soon."

She then made some detailed arrangements before adjourning the meeting and telling the generals to return to their camps to prepare.

As night deepened, the Imperial Guards finally delivered the intelligence she desired.

"The Mongols have decided to hold a meeting! The meeting place... Baichengzi Altar of Heaven!"

……

Early the next morning, two Mongol camps, one on the east side and one on the west side, located ten miles outside the mountains, suddenly became agitated.

The Mongol cavalry from both camps were mobilized together, and then came the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves.

Soon, two enormous, dark cloud-like Mongol cavalry battalions appeared to the east and west of Yehuling, overwhelming the area.

"Woo-woo-woo—" The Mongolian horns sounded, and troop after troop of cavalry, arranged in seemingly chaotic formations, surged forward like a tide.

It seemed that the entire world was filled with Mongol cavalry.

At the same time, the sound of Ming army cannons also broke out from various hilltops and the Great Wall at Yefuling.

"Boom boom boom!"

Immediately, a deafening roar erupted from both armies, creating a deafening uproar.

The battle at Wild Fox Ridge has finally begun.

Both sides knew that this was just a warm-up, a probing attack and defense. The real battle would only erupt after a few days of this probing.

On the North-Looking Terrace, Zheng Guo looked at the vast battlefield, his starry eyes slowly turning leaden gray, his expression icy as he gazed at the northern... Baichengzi Altar of Heaven.

Two small fists, clenched tightly!
……

More than a hundred miles away from the battlefield of Yefuling, at the Baichengzi Altar of Heaven, the place where Genghis Khan raised his army to destroy the Jin Dynasty hundreds of years ago, horns sounded and flags were hung on the surrounding cairns.

Like a festival celebration.

There were a thousand Mongol cavalrymen on each side, who dismounted and danced and drank around the Baichengzi altar.

Today, Chechen Khan (King of Chahar), along with Shunyi King, Third Lady, and many Mongol nobles from the left and right wings, broke the ice and gathered at the Baichengzi Altar of Heaven to hold a grand alliance meeting!
The Mongols, plagued by constant internal strife, needed time to unite and launch a southern campaign to restore the Yuan Dynasty. If they didn't seize the opportunity while the Ming Dynasty was fragmented, they would miss their chance once it was reunified.

The Mongols are eagles of the grasslands, but they cannot be confined to the grasslands forever!
Just like an eagle soaring over the grasslands, it can also fly to the skies of the Central Plains and to the eastern sea! Only by not being confined to the skies of the grasslands can one be a true eagle!

But just as the alliance was reaching its most crucial moment—drinking the blood oath together—several cavalrymen suddenly galloped in; they were scouts patrolling the area.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! A large cavalry force is attacking! It's Mongol cavalry, I don't know which tribe they are!"

Chechen Khan glared at Third Sister, "What do you want to do! You've broken your promise!"

Third Sister's face flushed red. "It must be your cavalry! And you're trying to frame me!"

The young and impetuous Prince Shunyi drew his sword and slashed at Chechen Khan, shouting fiercely, "You want to annex us! This is your trap!"

Chechen Khan's guards immediately drew their swords and charged forward, and a chaotic battle ensued. The once peaceful scene of the alliance meeting was instantly destroyed.

"Stop!" Third Sister was so anxious that tears were almost falling. "This might be a misunderstanding!"

She wanted to order her cavalry to stop, but the enemy cavalry wouldn't give up. She couldn't just let them kill her.
The two thousand cavalrymen immediately fell into chaos.

Many people realized what was happening and shouted, "Stop! Don't fight! Wait!"

Before the words were even finished, a large group of Mongol cavalrymen charged in from all sides, carrying the banners of the Khorchin!

The knights on top shouted in Mongolian, "Don't kill indiscriminately! But you can't let Prince Shunyi and Third Lady escape!"

"Excellent!" The young Prince of Shunyi's mind raced even more. "The left wing wants to annex us! We must fight our way out!"

The two sides engaged in even more chaotic fighting.

Even Chechen Khan was a little confused. Were these really the cavalry of the Khorchin? Right, the leader of the Khorchin tribe has always been somewhat resentful of himself. It's hard to say that he might take advantage of this alliance meeting to cause trouble.

In the blink of an eye, a large contingent of Khorchin cavalry surrounded them.

Because of the chaotic battle between the two sides, there was no time to escape. The Khorchin cavalry was closing in.

Chechen Khan shouted, "What are you Khorchin tribe doing? Are you rebelling?!"

Suddenly a Mongol shouted, "They are Ming soldiers! They are Ming soldiers!"

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