Chapter 198: A close fight

The wind blows the grass low, and the vast grassland is so vast and vast at any time.

The wind blew across the flat grass, and green waves rolled like waves and rushed into the distance, extending forward until the end of the sky and the earth, gradually becoming one with the blue sky.

The cattle and sheep in the distance were leisurely gnawing on the grass. The shepherd waved his whip from time to time behind them and threw out a beautiful and crisp whip flower. The cattle and sheep that were out of the circle were slightly shocked, ran a few steps in a hurry, and then lowered their heads to start gnawing and drafting.

Beside the wooden fence, leaning against an old man with deep wrinkles and dark skin, he was wearing a slightly ragged Mongolian robe and looking into the distance with his muddy eyes, as if a wise man was thinking about the true meaning of life, and as if he was recalling his ordinary life, his calm and peaceful expression revealed the wisdom and reliance that he had slowly gained after experiencing vicissitudes.

The wind gently blows across the old man's face, mixed with the fragrance of green grass, and some grains of sand as fine as dust, which hurts slightly, but it is kind. This is the smell of my hometown, born here, grown here, and died here.

The old man played the horse-headed fiddle, and the sound of the piano was like crying and complaining, accompanied by the low and hoarse pastoral song, and was blown to the sky by the wind. The desolation was a bit heroic and the miserable was a bit open-minded.

Inside the fence, the white dome tents that had been continuously shaking by the wind. They were like stars, guarding a large golden tent in the middle of the grassland, like loyal hunting dogs guarding their owners.

The golden tent is more than meter taller than the tent and is much larger. The curtains of the tent are flat with purple lace red carpets.

Outside the tent was an empty grassland, and a group of young men in long robes were riding on horseback, galloping on the vast grassland, with hooves sounded like thunder and rain, mixed with flying dust, galloping back and forth like wind sweeping away the residual clouds.

A group of Mongolian girls in festive costumes held high food and sweet horse milk wine. Passing through the middle of the grassland, the young men riding horses became more and more excited. They smiled at their beloved girls, and the horse speed was much faster. They threw away the stirrups, and they either stood upside down on the speeding horse's back or hid in the belly of the horse. They performed superb and dangerous horsemanship in front of the girls, accompanied by heroic and strange screams.

The girls lived up to the expectations of the young man, and they all laughed. The brown skin shone brightly in the sun, and the silver bell-like laughter spread throughout the vast grassland.

Today is Mongolia's annual Horse Milk Festival. Thousands of jubilant and noisy herdsmen from various tribes and Mongolian warriors gathered together to have fun, eat and drink, wrestle and horse racing. The entire grassland is like a sea of ​​joy.

The golden tent living in the middle of the grassland was lifted up by someone's curtain, and the low long ox horn whimpered and echoed on the grassland.

Three men walked out of the golden tent. A young man walked in front of him. He was wearing a golden robe and a black felt hat with pearls. His face was thin and slightly pale. His eyes were as if he was looking at him.

He was the pride of this generation, the new successor emperor of the Northern Yuan court, Kuntemur Khan.

Two middle-aged men following Kuntemur, one of them was wearing the same golden robe, with a few short braids on his bare head, and looked rough and heroic, but a few gloomy gazes passed from time to time in his small eyes.

This man was the leader of the Qierjis tribe who had once surrounded Beiping City and accidentally helped Zhu Di to be trapped in the capital, Gui Lichi.

The man beside Guili Li was burly and slightly fat. He had a round belly and looked kind and honest, but his smile had a bit of unfathomable meaning. Perhaps he was not as kind as he seemed. He was Arutai, the leader of the Asut tribe. Anyone who knows him knew that Arutai was like a cunning and treacherous wolf. He could suddenly bit off the enemy's neck and suck the enemy's blood when he smiled.

Qierjis and Asut are the two most powerful tribes on the Mongolian grasslands, and Guilichi and Alutai are also the most loyal pair of allies. After the death of the former Emperor of Northern Yuan, Elebok Khan, the two jointly supported the eldest son of Elebok Khan, Kuntemur, as the successor emperor. However, since the 21st year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang sent the general Lan Yu to conquer the Yuan Yuan in the north. After defeating the Yuan army in the Yuerhai, the Golden Family has gradually become a diminishing power, and the Mongolian tribes have successively won. Kuntemur, who is currently the Emperor of Northern Yuan, has also become the puppet behind Guilichi and Alutai.

The puppet emperor is still the emperor.

The three of them walked out of the golden tent, and thousands of jubilant herdsmen suddenly calmed down. Everyone stroked their right hands, bent down to bow to Kuntemur, and shouted in unison: "The great Khan of the Mongols who were blessed by the heavens of immortality, may the brilliance of the sun shine on you forever."

Kuntemur smiled and waved slowly to the crowd of saluting.

Gui Li Chi, who was following behind him, glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile.

Officials at all levels of the Northern Yuan outside the tent, as well as leaders of various tribes and Mongolian nobles, also bowed to Kuntemur.

Kuntemur replied to the ceremony and sat cross-legged on the red carpet first.

The beautiful Mongolian girl stood up with white snow-like horse milk wine and various delicious foods and placed them on the red carpet.

All officials and nobles respectfully toasted Kuntemur. Qiantemur smiled and held the cup, saying, "May God bless Mongolia forever. We are descendants of Genghis Khan. We roam every corner of the world, no matter how strong the city is, no matter how fierce the enemy is, we cannot stop our progress! We and the great Genghis Khan are like the eternal sun, and will eventually be remembered by the world..."

Gui Lichi's sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper. Before Kuntemur finished speaking, Gui Lichi sneered: "Great Khan, the Mongolians remember the eagle soaring thousands of miles away, not the little family sparrow hiding in the warm nest. More than a hundred years ago, the great Genghis Khan led us Mongolians to fight in the east and west, turning all the land we can see into the Mongols' pastures, and he brought land to us Mongolians,

Cattle, sheep, treasures and women, he is the greatest and dazzling Khan in our Mongolian, but now... Haha, Your Majesty Khan, why are we retreating back to the grassland? Why are our tribes getting worse day by day? Why do we still rob the Han people who are much inferior to us every winter? And they always run away after they robbed them and dare not fight the Ming court's army?"

Kuntemur's face turned pale when he heard this, and he said angrily: "That's because... because..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't say anything. The Ming army's combat power became stronger. Since the 21st year of Hongwu, Lan Yu's northern expedition to the grassland desert, the Northern Yuan Dynasty was defeated. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang also personally fought several times. Later, the King of Yan of Beiping Prefecture and Ning of Daning Prefecture repeatedly took the initiative to attack. The morale of the Ming army was high and unstoppable. The Mongolian cavalry that once dominated the world actually retreated step by step, which also led to the decline of the prestige of the Golden Family among the Mongolian tribes. The past of the invincible Mongolians in the Genghis Khan era has now become very far away and unfamiliar to them...

Gui Lichi stared at Kuntemur with a dreary look. He suddenly laughed and said, "Because we lack a leader as wise as Genghis Khan and Emperor Shizu, because we were originally a group of bloodthirsty wolf, but under the leadership of a sheep, we actually started eating grass and turned into sheep. Are we still Mongolians? Or are we the descendants of Genghis Khan? What qualifications do we have to let immortality bless us?"

Gui Lichi finally started to roar violently. Every word of the word kills the heart makes Kun Timuer look pale and sweats. He wants to slap the table and scolds Gui Lichi for being rude. However, when he looks around and meets the cold eyes of Mongolian officials, tribal leaders and nobles, Kun Timuer can't help but feel cold all over. His anger is finally extinguished by the cowardice in his heart and the aggressive strength of Gui Lichi in front of him.

Gui Li Chi stood up, looked around the Mongolian princes and leaders around him, and shouted: "We should not just stay in the grassland! We must go out! Use the steel knife in our hands to conquer the outside world! Recreate the glory that our ancestor Genghis Khan once created! The Mongolians are the pride of heaven, and the land shining with the solar energy should belong to us! We should lie in the Han city, drinking fragrant wine, hugging the delicate Han girl, playing with the gold, silver and jewelry piled up into mountains, instead of blowing the cold wind in this desolate and remote grassland, singing sad songs and recalling the glory and honor of the past. That is what the loser does. We have had enough of such days, and we have to fight!"

The words seemed to mobilize the enthusiasm of the leaders and nobles. Everyone stood up one after another, raised their fists with excitement, and shouted in unison: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Kuntemur was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was anger or fear. When the princes and nobles looked at him, they looked at Gui Lichi, but they were full of loyalty and support.

The Mongols only surrendered to the strong and had no sympathy for the weak. On this grassland where the strong prey on the weak, only by following the strong can we survive the best.

Bang!

Gui Lichi's eyes were red, and he threw the wine bottle as big as a fist to the grass, laughing and said, "We will fight! We will defeat the Ming court and take back the land, treasures and women that originally belonged to us!"

As if responding to Gui Lichi's words, there were suddenly dense black dots on the grass that was connected to the sky in the distance. The black dots became bigger and bigger, and the sound of horse hooves gradually came, from slight to clear, and finally became more and more dense, like a sudden rain, running from far to near to the golden tent.

All the Mongolians were confused by these knights until the knights got closer. Suddenly, a big flag with a black background and yellow edge stood suddenly among the knights, with a big Chinese character embroidered on the flag: "Zhang".

When he saw the Chinese characters on the flag, Alutai, the leader of the Asut tribe who had not spoken, immediately burst out and exclaimed: "No! Ming army! Ming army is coming!"

Everyone came to their senses and panicked and ran around.

Gui Li was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "How could the Ming army come here? Where are our scouts? Where have they all died? Why are there no reward?"

Alutai stomped his feet and said anxiously: "What are you still concerned about the scouts at this time? Immediately send an order to meet the enemy!"

Gui Li Chi Ru Meng woke up with a fierce look in his eyes. He suddenly pulled out his waist knife and chopped a small tribe leader running in front of him with a panic, and then shouted violently in the noisy crowd: "What's the chaos! Don't forget that we are invincible Mongolians! All the warriors are on their horses and ready to face the enemy!"

As he said that, Gui Li Chi lifted his waist and raised his legs and got a brown war horse. He squinted his eyes and observed the Ming army in front of him. Suddenly he laughed strangely: "Zhang? It seems that it is Zhang Yu from the Yan Prince's Mansion. Is this guy sick? Thousands of people dare to kill our golden tent. Is he crazy to make contributions? Is there anyone in Mongolia bullying me?"

While speaking, all the Mongolian warriors had already flew onto war horses, pulled out their waist knives, staring at their centurion without saying a word. The lively young man who had just danced happily at the Horse Milk Festival had completely changed his temperament when encountering war. His eyes were full of fighting spirit were eager and quiet. Just waiting for the centurion's order, they rushed forward and smacked all the enemies to pieces.

Gui Lichi sat on the horse's back and stood up. He turned around and saw that Kuntemur was so scared that he was deserted. Under the escorts of dozens of guards of Qiexue, he retreated into the golden tent in panic and horror.

Seeing this, Gui Lichi couldn't help but smile with contempt, then pulled out his waist knife, raised it high, and shouted: "Two thousand-person teams went out of the camp to surround the left, two thousand-person teams surrounded the right, leaving three thousand-person teams to meet the enemy in front, we killed none of these Han dogs!"

The Mongolian warriors responded with a loud bang.

The low ox horn whimpered over the grassland. Before the war began, the air was filled with blood, making the heart stop beating. The breeze blew across the grass, but it could not blow away the surging fighting spirit condensed in everyone's heart.

Zhang Yu was wearing black armor, and the red tassels on his helmet were flying in the wind. He rode his horse to the front of the team. When he was hundreds of feet away from the Mongolian tent, Zhang Yu suddenly raised his hand, and the Ming soldiers ordered the ban and stopped.

The two sides confronted each other hundreds of feet apart, without declaring war or scolding. Everything was in silence. Only the whistling wind could be heard on the grassland, and the sound of war horses restlessly before the war.

Zhang Yu looked at the Mongolian cavalry standing in the distance, as if facing a great enemy, and showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

More than 30 years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the late emperor personally fought against the Northern Yuan Dynasty several times, sent generals and princes to war several times, and won many times. The morale of the Mongols had long been hit by our Ming Dynasty and was defeated step by step. Do you still think you were the Mongolian cavalry who was invincible and invincible in the world? The country and the country are rotating, and each is invincible. Today's era belongs to our Ming Dynasty!

clang!

Zhang Yu pulled out the long knife at his waist, raised it towards the sky, and the bright blade light emitted a dazzling white light in the sun.

"The Ming Dynasty won thousands of victories! Crash into the golden tent and kill the Tartar Emperor! Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yu kicked the horse hard, like an arrow shot at the enemy, rushing forward.

When the Ming soldiers behind him saw that the chief general had moved, they raised their swords and shouted in unison: "The Ming Dynasty is victorious!"

The Ming army soldiers of three thousand people urged the war horses together and followed Zhang Yu to kill the Mongolian camp. As they ran quickly, the stormtroopers of the Ming army gradually became orderly from scatteredness. They were divided into five long snake formations, like a sharp knife, stabbing them hard into the heart of the enemy.

Gui Lichi smiled violently, waved his sword in his hand, and shouted: "Welcome to the enemy! The heaven of immortality blesses the brave Mongolian warriors!"

boom!

Thousands of Mongolian cavalry poured out like a tide, slapped at the Ming army soldiers head-on like a huge black wave.

The strong wind mixed with sand and dust on the grassland made Zhang Yu's face hurt. He squinted his eyes and stared at the Mongolian cavalry flocking toward the opposite side, and the golden tent about 200 feet away from him. Zhang Yu smiled coldly, suddenly raised his right hand and made a gesture.

Seeing the commander's order, the Ming army turned around without any confusion, avoiding Gui Lichi's frontal edge, and instead capturing their two thousand-person teams to the right to kill.

The team of Thousand People Team was not formed in a hurry, and was caught off guard by the Ming army's actions. A distance of dozens of feet arrived instantly. With a loud bang, the Mongolian cavalry was torn apart.

Zhang Yu laughed in high spirits, and the Ming army tore open the gap and continued to kill the golden tent.

Alutai, who was deploying troops outside the tent, was shocked and shouted hurriedly: "No! Ming army is determined to be Khan! Come back quickly!"

Gui Lichi led his troops back to his horse, and his strategy of surrounding the Ming army failed. Three cavalry groups merged into one and rushed towards the golden tent.

The more than a thousand Mongolian cavalry guarding in front of the tent were shocked when they saw the Ming army rushing towards them. They hurriedly turned their horses around and blocked them with their bodies in front of the tent, staring at the Ming army rushing towards them without fear.

Zhang Yu looked at the pursuit soldiers behind him again, and secretly complained that it was a pity that the Mongolian cavalry's reaction exceeded his expectations. Unexpectedly, a large golden tent was protected so tightly by them. It seemed that it was impossible to kill the Tartar Emperor today.

So Zhang Yu suddenly put his knife in the sheath and shouted coldly: "Change the bow!"

The Ming army soldiers all put away their swords, and then everyone took out the strong bow behind the horse's buttocks and pulled the strings.

"Shoot the arrow!" When he was more than ten feet away from the tent, Zhang Yu ordered decisively.

The rain of arrows shot out like locusts, shooting mercilessly towards the golden tent covered with cowhide.

Even though the Mongolian cavalry used their bodies to protect the tent, arrows still inevitably penetrated the tent.

I heard a sudden roar in the tent, followed by a scream like a ghost crying and howling.

A Mongolian maid ran out of the tent in panic and shouted to Alutai not far away in Mongolian: "Khan is injured! Khan is injured!"

Seeing this, Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing, turned around and glanced at Gui Lichi who was chasing him very tightly, then suddenly turned his horse and swung his whip towards the southwest, shouting: "Let's go back to Peiping!"

When Gui Lichi saw the Ming army suddenly coming, he deceived all the Mongolian warriors, but put an arrow on the golden tent and ran away. Gui Lichi was furious.

Although Khan is a puppet Khan, he is still the great khan of all the Mongols in name. Now he is injured by the Ming army. For Gui Lichi, it is a great shame!
Chapter completed!