"Yesudie'er!" Aiyoushili Dara called the name of the most loyal warrior in Mongolia who came to rescue.
The tall figure wearing furs under the banner is Yesudier from the Wala tribe. Compared with a few years ago, he was more majestic, with a thick waist and a beard, all showing the bravery of his Borzhijin bloodline. Facing the call of the Yuan Lord, he did not say a word, but silently led the warriors of Wala to protect Aiyu Shili Dara in the center of the cavalry. Feeling that they were being protected by the Mongolian warriors again, Aiyou Shili Dara and Quan finally put aside the fear in their hearts.
"Yesu Die'er, if you have made a great contribution to rescuing the driver, I will definitely give you a great reward. Take off your fur and give it to me first. Let me rest for a while. I will still be of great use to you!" Aiyou is wise and sensible. La Road.
After the Tuohuo Chifa Ming Dynasty passed away, the Oara tribe was already the most powerful tribe in the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Aiyushiridara could not wait to drive Wala to recover the wealth belonging to the emperor that he had left in Hara and the forest.
Yesudie'er paid no attention to him, and just drove his horse forward. He first glanced at the ugly Aiyoushili Dara, then turned to Elegen, frowned and said, "What's going on?"
"Go back to the leader. The Ming army attacked the camp of Qixue army. My subordinates had no choice but to take these two people away first."
"Subordinate? Elegan, who do you call your subordinate?" Aiyou Shili Dala froze in place, feeling that things were not simple.
"Just the two of them are not enough." Yesudier still ignored Aiyou Shili Dara. "The rest of Kublai Khan's group, Tuo Gusi, bought Libalasa... must completely wash away the shame of their ancestors' murder."
"The emperor's younger brother Tuogu Si Timur has been killed by a Ming general. Libala, who was bought to stay in Helin, was probably captured by the Ming Dynasty... The other sect kings in the camp are mediocre and cannot avoid the Ming Dynasty. Capture. The time is ripe, Chief."
"No... please forgive me for being rude. Now it's time to call you Great Khan."
"The Great Khan? Who do you call the Great Khan?" Aiyou Shili Dara's soul came out. "There is no Great Khan in the Great Yuan Dynasty, there is only the emperor who is destined to be destined by heaven!"
"Why aren't you sweating profusely?" Yesudie'er suddenly burst into tears, as if he had been poked in some painful spot. He took out the carved bow on the saddle and put the bowstring around Aiyou Shili Dara's neck. "Of course Mongolia must have the Great Khan. Without the Great Khan in Mongolia, it would be like there is no sun in the sky, there is no eagle in the grassland, and there is no wolf king among the wolves."
"It was the despicable and cowardly Kublai Khan who turned his back on the glorious Genghis Khan, the brave Ogedai Khan, the brave Mongke Khan, and all Mongolians, choosing the cowardly title of emperor."
"But the Mongols should have a Great Khan. The Great Khan should not be of the lineage of the cowardly Kublai Khan. The Mongols will definitely have a Great Khan. And the day when the Mongols will regain their Great Khan is... today!"
"You...you..." Feeling that his neck was caught by the bowstring, Aiyou Shilidala trembled all over. He suddenly felt blessed and understood why this army happened to appear here. "You...you are not here to save me. You brought the Wara tribe with you because you want to rebel..."
"Death to the cowardly bloodline of Kublai Khan!"
"The souls of you and your ancestors will surely be spurned by the Immortal Heaven!"
Yesudie'er was impatient and continued to talk. He pulled the bow string with his backhand, and Aiyoushili Dara's eyes widened immediately. Then with another fierce force, Aiyou Shilidala's naked and ugly body didn't even have time to struggle, and fell softly on the snow.
The bow string cut into and cut off his throat.
"Brother Alibu, our ancestor, your descendants have avenged your great revenge."
"I hope your soul can rest peacefully under the protection of the Immortal Heaven."
The entire Oara army was indifferent, turning a blind eye to the death of a generation of Northern Yuan emperors. Only Queen Quan of Aiyu Shilidara let out a sharp scream. Yesudier glanced at her, reached out and lifted her onto the back seat of the saddle, and then turned the horse's head with the trophy. "Let's go, it's done."
"We will go back immediately and tell the grassland that Mongolia has a new Khan."
"Great Khan." Ugeqi Hashha, a Walatou man whose alias was Ergen, suddenly discovered something: "Look over there."
After hearing the words, Yesudier turned around and couldn't help but squint his eyes. He saw a few Ming soldiers on a sand dune watching from a distance.
The leader seemed to be a young man.
"Don't worry about him." Yesudier said. "We can accumulate enough strength to shake the descendants of Kublai Khan, and we must also thank the Ming Dynasty King Wu for his help."
"Letting these Ming people go is the last mercy of this Khan to the Ming Dynasty."
"From now on, the Ming Dynasty will be our only enemy. This Khan will inherit Genghis Khan's will and completely turn the Central Plains into the pasture of our Mongols."
"The Great Khan is mighty." Ugeqiha said.
"There is only one sun in the sky and one sweat on the earth!"
"Under the blue sky! All the land! Belongs to the Great Khan! Under the blue sky! All victory! Belongs to the Great Khan!"
"Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!"
The vigorous and ancient Mongolian war song sounded, and Yesudier seemed to deliberately show his majesty and kindness to the people behind him. He led the army in singing the war song and slowly disappeared into the wind and snow.
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"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, that was just now..."
Zhang Yu looked at the naked body of the Yuan Lord on the snow, and couldn't believe that he had just witnessed the scene of an extremely cruel regicide.
"What those Mongolians called just now... was the Great Khan?"
He understands Mongolian.
"That person is Yesudie'er... He's Wala." Zhu Di said. He knew that in the past few years, with Zhu Su's secret support, the Oara tribe had rapidly accumulated a huge amount of wealth relying on the wool trade.
Unlike the thousands of households in Shanyang who were seeking stability, the ambitious Wala tribe did not indulge in pleasure. Instead, they used their wealth to purchase countless old weapons that were no longer in use in the Ming Dynasty's arsenal.
Because of this, Yesudier had the confidence to directly lead the army and prepare to attack and kill the Lord of Yuanting in a grand manner.
Although due to the appearance of his own Ming army, the fifth brother's plan went a little awry. But in the end, the Yuan Lord died in the hands of Yesudier.
From now on, there will be no more emperors on the grassland. There is only one person in the world who can be called the Son of Heaven, the Ming Dynasty Emperor.
"It seems that our Ming Dynasty's greatest enemy in the future will be this Mongol Khan." Zhang Yu sighed. The majestic Mongolian war song just now seems to still be lingering on the grassland.
"Yesu Die'er? He's not worthy yet." Zhu Di said casually. "My Ming Dynasty's vision is not limited to the Central Plains and grasslands."
"But the whole world."
Zhang Yu was stunned.
"Pick up the body of Lord Yuan and pack it away. It's time for us to go back." Zhu Di said with a smile. "This time, it's time for the Ming Dynasty to carve out a king."
A few people collected the remains of the Yuan Lord and gathered the remnants of the army behind them. Then they took many captives of the Yuanting nobles and returned step by step towards their homeland.
(End of chapter)
