Chapter 1,433 Mahamu’s Pain

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Tupolo had illusions and hopes for the Ming Dynasty, and believed that Zhu Yunwen was a trustworthy emperor. As long as Wala lowered his attitude and surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, he could avoid the disaster of swordsmanship and preserve his ethnic group.

Taiping did not trust Zhu Yunwen at all. He was an ambitious emperor. The Uliang Hata massacred his tribe, and all the main Tatar forces were killed by him. The bones of the savage Jurchens could be dug out of the ground and beaten with drums. Yili killed him. The mountains and rivers here have long been changed to those of the Ming Dynasty. Who still remembers Shami Chagan?

Zhu Yunwen would not give up Mongolia, which was within easy reach, and he would not rest assured that the Oara, who had betrayed the Ming Dynasty, lived on this land. If the Oara ethnic group wanted to continue, they could only run far away.

Mahamu looked at the quarrels between Tupolo and Taiping, and interrupted them sharply: "That's enough, let's send cavalry for reconnaissance first. This time, the reconnaissance will be spread out for three hundred miles, and twelve reconnaissance lines will be set up. As long as Qu Neng and Zhu Di If the army doesn't move, we still have time."

When Tupolo and Taiping looked at Mahamu, they knew that this man was in a conflict.

Wala is a large collection of tribes. It is not composed of a single tribe, but a combination of dozens of tribes. Among these tribes, the main ones are three tribes:

Choros tribe, leader Mahamu.

Huite tribe, the leader is Tupolo.

The Kelie tribe is also wary, and the leader is peaceful.

Among the three forces, Mahamu's Choros tribe was the strongest, at least some time ago.

As the Ora cavalry was lost in Qamdo, the Choros tribe suffered the most heavy losses. When the three defeated leaders returned to Hangai Mountain, the strength of the Choros tribe was no longer enough to completely overwhelm the Huite tribe and the Keliyiti tribe. Unknowingly,

The right to speak of Taiping and Batu Polo has been strengthened.

Changes in strength correspond to changes in status and voice.

For many years, the Oara tribe has respected Mahamu, but now, this situation has changed subtly.

The interests of the tribe are higher than the interests of the ethnic group, and the interests of the family are higher than the interests of the tribe.

Out of this understanding, Batu Polo found Hu Hui again two days later. However, this time, Batu Polo did not invite Mahamu and Taiping, but was alone.

"I have seen the power and wealth of the Ming Dynasty, and I know that Wala is no match for the Ming Dynasty in any way. As long as the Ming Emperor can guarantee the safety of the Huite tribe, I am willing to go to the capital of the Ming Dynasty in person to plead guilty and obey the Ming Emperor's arrangements."

Polo didn't beat around the bush, he said it straightforwardly.

Hu Xi heard what Tupolo meant. Here, he only represented the Huite tribe, not the entire Wala.

From this detail, Hu Xi inferred that there was a split within Wala, and nodded to Tupolo, who was full of expectations: "The emperor has always been friendly to you and admired you very much. He even thought that you are the most suitable person to dominate Wala. It’s just that Mahamu is strong, and it’s really not appropriate for the Huite tribe to compete with him, so as not to lose Wala.”

Tupolo felt his heart heat up. Did the Ming Emperor think that he was the most suitable person to dominate Wala?

Seeing that Tupolo was a little imaginative, Hu Xi couldn't help but lamented: "As an envoy of the Ming Dynasty, I hope to complete the mission entrusted by the emperor and return to the capital with the good news of the surrender of Wala. If there is only the Huite tribe, it will only be Wala. Three adults of the Ming Dynasty surrendered to the Ming Dynasty. I can’t complete this task well. The emperor’s face

It doesn’t look good even if you think about it…”

Tupolo shook his head bitterly: "You should know that Mahamu has always been arrogant. He will never really bow to anyone. Even if he agrees to Daming now, he will only tolerate it temporarily. Taiping is scared to death, and he is not willing to stay. Here, I have been lobbying Mahamu to migrate all day long. I cannot convince these two of them."

Hu Xi looked at Ba Tuboluo and stared slightly: "There are many ways to persuade people. For the sake of tribes and ethnic groups, sometimes you can also use a little coercion. In the face of righteousness, means are no longer important."

Tupolo's heart sank, and he understood what Hu Hui meant. He hoped to stand up and use force to detain or force Mahamu and Taiping to agree to surrender to the Ming Dynasty.

But this is not an easy thing to do. The two big tribes of Mahamu and Taiping together are much stronger than the Huite tribe. Even if they suddenly take action and capture Maha

Mu and Taiping may not be able to stabilize their tribe. On the contrary, they may cause civil strife, and the Huite tribe will be destroyed by their combination.

This risk cannot be taken.

Seeing that Tupolo was hesitant, Hu Xi softly said her name: "Ji Ji, she is a wise person."

Tuboluo's eyes lit up, he stood up and beat his chest with his hands before leaving in a hurry.

Hu Hui tapped his fingers on the table.

Wara is likely to be divided due to different opinions. Tuboluo is a leader who is pro-Ming Dynasty, so it is appropriate to choose him. However, the power of the Huite tribe is not strong enough, and Tuboluo does not seem to be a capable person. People who do great things.

When the situation reaches this point, I'm afraid a little external help will do.

However, if Mahamu runs back, Qu Neng may not follow him. The troops in Western Xinjiang are limited to

Self-protection, difficult to use in deep attacks.

As for Zhu Di, we can't count on him at this time. The unparalleled feat of annihilating the Tatars is enough to make the army excited. What they long for is to be able to dispatch troops as soon as possible, rather than marching westward and setting off again. Besides, even if Zhu Di is against all opinions, In the Western Expedition, it is more than two thousand miles from Beihai to here, and it will not be possible to defeat them in a short while.

There is only one external force:

Make a team!

Hu Xi stood up and shouted solemnly: "Come here, tell Mahamu and others that in three days, regardless of whether Wala has any results or not, we will return to Daming."

Mahamu received Hu Hui's words and didn't care.

Lying in the dark night, Mahamu could not fall asleep no matter how he opened his eyes.

Princess Samuel put her hand on Mahamu's chest and said softly: "The Ming Dynasty will not give us too much time. Whether to surrender or migrate, no matter which decision is made, it is better than hesitating and staying where we are."

Mahamu couldn't make up his mind.

Surrendering to the Ming Dynasty, Wala will completely become a part of the Ming Dynasty, and this part is likely to be the kind that can no longer be separated. Oara will also encounter the disintegration and division of the Ming Dynasty. Scattered herdsmen will nomadically roam on different grasslands. They will return to their most primitive state, with no large ethnic groups and only small yurts.

His own ambition is burned out and he is about to die.

The rise of Wala turns the burial pit into ashes.

Years of forbearance, years of training, and years of planning are all gone.

If the Emperor of Ming Dynasty did not interfere with Wala, he would be willing as long as Wala showed a surrender gesture. But Zhu Yunwen would not agree. He wanted Wala to lose its arms and the power to resist, so that it would not pose any threat to the Ming Dynasty!

This result,

I am not willing to give in!

But are you willing to migrate?

I, Mahamu, grew up on this grassland. It was the first time I rode a horse here, the first time I drew my saber, and the first time I swore to the grassland and the eagle sky that I, Mahamu, would become the king of the grassland!

But what about now?

Should I abandon the grassland and leave in embarrassment?

Complex emotions were like a knife cutting into Mahamu's heart, and waves of severe pain surged into his heart.

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