His clothes were stained with blood and his body was full of sweat odor. The circle surrounding Ulusbolot became smaller and smaller. He retreated step by step until he found that he had no way to retreat.
His arms were so exhausted that he could no longer lift the machete.
The powerful Tatars, who used to be arrogant in the past, now have the pitiful appearance of a weakling.
"Catch them alive."
Ma Rong gave a military order, and dozens of Ming army soldiers swarmed forward. Urus Borot could no longer defend himself. In the end, he was unable to maintain his balance and was knocked to the ground. Three or five big men directly pressed him to the ground.
Then he was tied up, and he was allowed to roll back and forth on the ground in vain.
Ma Rong came over, knelt down and said in Mongolian: "This is a debt. You killed and looted in the Ming Dynasty, and today I am here to collect the debt."
Xu Zhenan on the side was surprised, "You can still hear this bird song?"
"Know yourself and your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger, as the military manual says. I will learn some of their words in my spare time."
"Then what did you just say?"
Ma Rong raised his eyebrows, "I told him that today you are in the hands of General Xu."
Xu Zhenan acted like a fool and believed it, and said politely: "Everywhere, Major General Ma also contributed."
"General Xu, shall we return to the army?"
"good!"
No one was seen outside the Ming army's camp, but their sound was already heard.
First there was the rumble of horse hooves, followed by shouts one after another.
"drive!"
"Drive! Drive!"
"They're back!"
Sun Xilie directly mounted his horse to meet him. When he saw the dust was flying and the queue was like a long queue, he felt relieved. It must be another small victory!
He found the leaders Xu Zhenan and Ma Rong in the crowd and rode closer.
"Old Sun!"
When friends met, Xu Zhenan became even more indulgent, laughing and saying: "I haven't been so happy for a long time!"
"Go and report victory to General Zhou!"
Zhou Shangwen took a sip of the kumiss in the tent, and then he felt it was really bitter and vomited. At this moment, when he heard the noise outside, he probably knew that someone had returned.
Ma Yihuai was a little worried about his second son, so he poked his head out from time to time, unlike the general who pretended to be calm.
Not long after, the soldiers escorted Urus Borot in.
Xu Zhenan and Ma Rong took the lead and knelt down on one knee. "The general has fulfilled his mission and captured Jinong, the poor man. The 800 people accompanying him refused to surrender, and only a dozen of them were killed. Please give me the rest." General Zhou will deal with it!"
"good!"
Zhou Shangwen looked up and down at the tied up Ulus Borot, "Are you the second son of Dayan Khan?"
Urusbolot neither spoke Chinese nor could he speak Chinese. He could neither understand nor speak Chinese, but the alertness and fear in his eyes was quite obvious.
"Nothing." Zhou Shangwen turned to face him, "Why are you hiding in there?"
When the old man Yibula was pushed out, Ulusbolot suddenly became excited, struggled and roared, not knowing what he was cursing.
Ma Rong spoke up at the right time, "Chief soldier, this Jinong is getting angry. It means that although there are tens of thousands of households, he can't defeat us. He was also arrested for being implicated."
Yibula was probably dissatisfied with the second son of Dayan Khan, so he scolded him back in Mongolian, and the two of them had a heated argument.
These are useless words.
As long as it is confirmed that this person is the second son of Dayan Khan, Zhou Shangwen will firmly grasp the initiative.
"I won't kill you either. I won't kill you."
"Ah!" Ulus Boluot was still not quiet. He was mumbling words that no one could understand, and it seemed like he was yelling.
Sun Xilie understood the commander-in-chief's thoughts and punched him several times, "Be honest!"
Then he kicked him to the ground.
He looked pitiful, but the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who were living at the moment did not feel pity for him at all. Because they more or less have a blood feud with the Tatars.
"What on earth do you want to do?!" Yibusha roared angrily, and his psychological defense was about to be broken.
"I'm going to let you go." Zhou Shangwen also personally poured a glass of kumis for Yibula, "You can take your tribe, cattle and sheep of the tribe and leave safely. The Ming army will not touch you at all under my command. .only……"
When Yibula heard this, he always felt that it was a bit unreal. It was an ending that he never dared to think about.
"It's just this guy, you have to kill him."
"What?" The two children trembled.
"Give him the knife." Zhou Shangwen's tone changed and he said simply.
Urus Boluot, who was lying on the ground, turned to face him with a knife as soon as he saw Yibula. Once again he couldn't help but said, "Hutu Yibula, have you forgotten who is protecting you?! Our grassland How many people have been fooled by these cunning Han people?!"
"I'm sorry, my Jinong. He said he would let me go and let the women of the Yongshebu tribe return their children. I have to take a gamble for them. If you want to blame, blame the Great Khan for not sending you to Yongshebu. Come Sheb and Ordos.”
"I won't kill you, you traitor! I should have persuaded the Great Khan to attack the 30,000 households on your right wing!"
Zhou Shangwen was not interested in knowing what they said, he just wanted to see how Yibula did it.
The son of an enemy, a 'savage' prairie man, would not think too much. Rather than the moral pain, he was more worried about whether Zhou Shangwen would go back on his word.
sulfuric acid!
Yibula picked up the knife...
"Han people are very particular about keeping their word. If I chop off his head, will you really let me go?"
"Really. Not just letting you go, but letting all of you go."
An old man is of no use. He must be able to continue to lead Yongxiebu. The power of this tribe is useful to the Ming Dynasty.
"It doesn't matter!"
Urusbolot stood up unsteadily and even ran outside.
But he could not escape death after all.
The white knife penetrated the body from the back, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife. Ulus Borot died in full view of the public.
From this moment on, Yongshebu and Dayan Khan were locked in a fight to the death.
"You have to think about it. If I let you go today, Dayan Khan will chase you everywhere on the grassland. Next year, the Ming Dynasty will block the grassland. You will spend a more difficult winter than the last one." .”
Yibula was confused now. He didn't want to think about anything else. He just gritted his teeth and said, "You said you would let me and my tribe go!"
Zhou Shangwen looked calm and glanced at Ma Rong.
Ma Rong nodded.
Since you want to let go, don't do those stingy things, such as leaving other people's belongings. This is too narrow-minded.
The food brought by the Ming army was enough.
"I keep my word. Tomorrow morning, you can lead everyone to leave, and I will not do anything to stop you!"
Don't worry, "Why tomorrow?!"
"It's getting late, where are you going? Besides, my soldiers need to have a peaceful sleep, so don't make any more terms. It must be tomorrow! If you don't believe it, tomorrow will tell."
"You!" Yibula pointed at Zhou Shangwen, but people were under the eaves, so in the end they had to do whatever they said.
On the other side, two soldiers came and took away Ulus Borot's body.
This is a high-ranking official. Xu Zhenan and Ma Rong worked together to catch him. They will definitely be rewarded heavily when they return to the capital.
That night, the generals of the Ming army celebrated, but because they were in enemy territory, they did not drink. And it was indeed a good night's sleep. The Ming soldiers who had worked hard for many days got a good rest.
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But if you don’t stab you, you won’t sleep all night.
He was being guarded by a group of people, and he didn't know whether he would escape tomorrow.
In the darkness, a young man carrying a kerosene lamp entered the camp where he was held.
He couldn't see clearly at night, but he looked familiar. He was the young Ming army general he had seen during the day.
"I will not harm the Grand Master. My name is Ma Rong."
He said this sentence in Mongolian.
This surprised Yibula, and he replied in Mongolian: "It's been a long time since I've seen a Ming Dynasty general who can speak Mongolian."
Ma Rong placed the kerosene lamp on the table next to the pillar.
The dignified tribal leader was very depressed at this time. He was tied to the pillar and could not move.
"A few years ago, when I was still studying at the Beijing Military Academy, I heard the then crown prince say that the Tatars were the enemy that the Ming Dynasty must defeat, no matter how long it took. If it doesn't work in five years, it will take ten years. If it doesn't work in ten years, it will take two. Ten years. If twenty years is not enough, then it is also a great achievement for an emperor to bring peace to Northern Xinjiang throughout his life."
"So from then on, I knew that I would definitely meet Tatars in the future, and then I learned to speak your language. And lo, it really comes in handy now."
"Ma Rong..." Yibula lowered his head, his voice full of exhaustion and hoarseness, "I wish I could have a young man as smart as you in my tribe. So, you come here tonight. for what?"
"First of all, I want to give Taishi Yibula some reassurance. Our chief soldier said that you and your tribe will be released. These are true. I am not lying to you. It is our soldiers who really need to rest."
"Is this true?"
"It's absolutely true, because this is the advice I gave to the commander-in-chief."
He was also confused and asked, "Why?"
"Because I believe that Taishi Yibula will one day fight alongside us."
"But you just attacked us!"
"Yes, if we don't fight, you won't be able to hear a word I say."
He was speechless and could not refute.
"Then what? In addition to giving me a reassurance, you also want to persuade me to surrender?"
"No." Ma Rong shook his head, "I want to come and talk to Taishi Yibula about our Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I heard that the little prince pretended to be a member of the envoy team and went to the capital, but Taishi Yibula must not I have never been there, and I have no idea what kind of person the current Ming Emperor is."
"If Taishi Yibula dies today, then you will die in the hands of our Emperor. Don't you want to know who that person is?"
Yibula didn't say anything, he just turned his head slightly,
Ma Rong continued: "In the Ming Dynasty, this year is the first year of Zhengde. However, His Majesty is the eldest son of the Ming Dynasty. He has overseen the country many times since the reign of the late Emperor Hongzhi. He said that there were 20,000 soldiers and horses along the way, which was the number of soldiers since the twelfth year of Hongzhi. It was built bit by bit. Our Emperor is willing to spend money on military pay and military preparation, but he is reluctant to spend money on food, drink and enjoyment. He is willing to spend money on building a military academy, but is reluctant to build an extra palace. By the way, those trained in the military academy General, everyone knows the grassland very well, the situation of the large grassland, down to how you graze,"
"These are all advocated by His Majesty the Emperor. Our Emperor is not a fatuous lord. He remembers the shame of Tumu Fort, remembers every Ming citizen you Tatars have killed, and every inch of Ming land you have invaded. He will not harm the mother-in-law." Master, I am luckier than you. You will never be able to experience the glory of Genghis Khan in your lifetime, but I can follow His Majesty the Ming Emperor to conquer this grassland. And the Ming Dynasty can also have a third wise sage besides Taizu and Taizong!"
"For thousands of years, whenever such an emperor appeared in the Central Plains, your bloodline memory must be more vivid than what I can tell you about what the grassland looked like."
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