"I sincerely surrender to the Ming Dynasty. I don't know what crimes have made the Tianjun angry!" Shuolei knelt on the ground, his voice shrill, as if he was a loyal foreign vassal. () His son Babu was stunned to see it, and stood there for a moment, until Ma Ming strode forward, and woke up immediately. He quickly knelt down, buried his head and looked like he was loyal and obedient.

"You don't need to say these words to me. Whether you are loyal or not is not something you say." Ma Ming pulled the knife and put it on Shuolei's neck, not minding that the coldness of the steel knife made the old man tremble all over.

"Take it away!" Ma Ming waved his hand, and a man behind him stepped forward, pressed the men with a long spear, tied them with a rope, and took them to see Chang Zhifan.

"They do whatever they ask to do. We are loyal to the Ming Dynasty." Shuolei whispered to Babu.

Babu only thought that his father was fighting for the last minute, and that the Ming Dynasty would not kill innocently.

After all, he has not received historical education from generation to generation.

The Han dynasty in the Central Plains was always generous to the barbarians of the grassland. Even the strong court as strong as the Han Dynasty had to accept the tribute from the Huns after teaching the Huns a lesson, because the Han people were indeed not suitable for grassland life, and immigrating the army and people to the grasslands outside the border was a tyranny that would be marked as a "crazy monarch".

Since these grassland barbarians are like lice on cattle and horses, they cannot be removed completely, there is only one way: enthrone, comfort, and keep peace.

This also caused a strange cycle between the Han people and the barbarians: when the Han people were strong, the barbarians bowed their heads and surrendered; once the Han people declined, the barbarians plundered the borders and harassed them, and even involved in the Central Plains.

Shuolei believed one thing: the Ming Dynasty was a great country that boasted of benevolence and righteousness, and would not do such cruel things. He had three sons in the west, surrounded by the army of the other two Khalkha. Even if the Ming army here killed him for his meritorious and head-level, the pastures and grasslands in the east of Khalkha were still owned. Moreover, the Ming generals who did such things without authorization would definitely be severely punished.

The key is to insist on loyalty and not let go. Even if evidence is presented, it must be said to be framed and slandered!

"There are still a few Mongolians in the city who are resisting stubbornly and ask Babu to persuade him to surrender." Chang Zhifan stood at the top of the city, and the head man knelt down below and decided to solve the problem in the city first.

Babu had his father's explanation and naturally did not disobey. Shuolei's personal guards in the city put down their weapons and gained a way out.

Sure enough, outside the city, people were sent to the city to report because they killed a Han man, but they didn't know that Shuolei had once again stood on the side of the Ming Dynasty.

"We loyally surrender to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, you actually killed the people of the Celestial Dynasty!" Shuolei stood in front of the murderous Mongolians, with a cold look: "There is nothing else to say to kill people on the grassland!"

"Khan!" the murderer hissed, "My family has been loyal to Khan for generations!"

Shuolei turned his head slightly.

The Ming army beside him had already stabbed a spear.

Three spears pierced three blood holes in the murderer's body.

The spearhead turned quickly and pulled it out again, and the blood spurted on Shuolei's face and body.

This is a naked insult. But now my life is in lingering in my hands, and Shuolei cannot even be fired.

"In view of the fact that the Mongols maliciously killed our people this time, all the Mongols had to put down their weapons." Chang Zhifan was still standing at the top of the city, looking at the judgment under the city, and said coldly: "But if you disobey, you will be killed without any consequences!"

Babu was filled with blood and wanted to jump out and call on his tribe members to kill Guangming Army, but Shuolei was an old fox after all.

What the old fox is best at pretending to be dead.

Holding down his son who was about to roar, Shuolei bowed to the city and issued an order. For a moment, the Mongolian camp started to clamor. The Ming army beside Shuolei hurriedly took Shuolei and Babu and retreated back to the city, closing the heavy gate.

...

"Father Khan and Lao Wu were held hostage by the Ming army." Shuolei's fourth son Benba was stationed in the west. When he arrived at Hulunbuir Fort, he had already settled. He could only get a summary of the story from the third brother Baoyin.

He also has the cunning bloodline of Chechen Khan Shuolei, but he obeys his father unconditionally, perhaps because he had the experience of becoming a monk when he was young. He was accustomed to obeying his master and then being able to obey his father.

"What should I do?" Baoyin asked hurriedly.

Bemba gently patted his sheepskin coat and said, "The best strategy is to take the army to withdraw the Khan tribe. As long as our Chechen tribe is strong for a day, the Ming people will not attack his father Khan. Once we lose our combat power, the Ming people will become a little lamb to be slaughtered."

"Now the Ming people want us to put down our weapons, otherwise they will kill Father Khan. But you said let us retreat!" Baoyin was furious.

"My reason is very clear. Why don't you use your brain?" Bemba continued to persuade his brothers and said, "You see, they just asked us to put down our weapons verbally, but did not send anyone to confiscate the sword and weapons. Why is this? Because there are too few people in the city!"

"Aren't we supposed to break through this city and rescue my father's khan at this time?" Baoyin shouted.

"They tied their father Khan to the top of the city, how can you attack the city?" Bemba was quite angry with Baoyin. He was also a younger brother, because his father Khan valued Babu more, so Baoyin was simply obedient to Babu. However, Baoyin did not take it seriously for Bomba, who had always been unfair to the world, did not like BMWs, beauties, and liked to read Buddhist scriptures and meditate in his spare time, and often put on the air of being an elder brother.

At this moment, facing such an unreasonable Baoyin, Bemba even felt that Baoyin deliberately sang a counter-tongue with him in order to be his brother's face.

"Then you can't leave!" Baoyin shouted.

"Go to contact the eldest brother and the second brother, and unite the power of all the Mongols in Khalkha to fight against the Ming army." Benba patiently advised for the last time: "Now it is no longer a matter of saving his father Khan, but a major event in the survival of the entire Khalkha! Just like when you fall with someone, don't you take your hand back before taking action? This is the time to stop."

Baoyin was a little moved, but insisted: "Put it aside the words you learned from the Lama first. I will definitely not leave or put down my weapons. If the Ming army dares to leave the city, I will make them look good!"

Bemba knew that he could no longer persuade the stubborn bull, so he turned around and walked out. As Shuolei's son whom he trusted more, although he could not be independent of a small tribe like his eldest and second brothers, he also had the power to command 5,000 people. In response, Bemba took the army under his command away from the Hulunbuir Fort. He just happened to escape before the Ming army formed an encirclement.

At dawn, the Second Division of the Second Guards and the Third Division had more than 20,000 troops, surrounded the Mongolian camp outside Hulunbuir Fort, set up formations, and set up cannons. Baoyin's unit, which was at a disadvantage in terms of the number of people and firepower, could only put down the bows, arrows, swords and guns under Shuolei's again, unloaded his chest and announced his surrender.

"Beautiful job! I captured the king first, but I actually made you do it." Zhu Geng, the commander of the Third Division, entered Hulunbuir City and said, "The superiors said what to do with these prisoners of war?"

"What Ming Dynasty lacks the most is mining people." Chang Zhifan looked at the old friend and smiled and said, "When the prisoners and spoils are counted out, then report them to the military headquarters. How do you feel in the Third Division?"

The Third Division was newly built, and the battalions were still in the running-in period, which obviously gave Zhu Geng a headache.

Zhu Geng waved his hand and skipped the topic. He asked again: "It seems unlikely that we will continue to move west now."

Zhao Wei, who was standing beside him, came, laughed loudly, and said, "On the contrary, it seems that the day our army advances westward is much ahead of schedule."

Zhu Geng looked at Zhao Wei. He had only heard that Zhao Xiucai was good at geographical maps before, but he didn't know what he had in military strategy.

"After capturing Shuolei, the Chechen Khan tribe must be obedient and keep calm. After digesting the results of the war, they will move westward so quickly?" Zhu Geng asked.

"Col. I have three reasons to make the judgment that I will go to the west to expedition today." Zhao Wei pretended to be serious: "First, the Chechen tribe is only a division of Khalkha East Road. If you attack the Chechen tribe, it will undoubtedly make Tushetu Khan and Zasaktu Khan alert and become hostile. The best way is to take the Chechen tribe's troops hostage and fight them together.

"Second. It has been two months since our army entered the Chechen division, and it must be a spur to the cavalry and Qin troops. Where are they now? We don't know whether they have fought with the other two Khalkha units, so the army must advance west no matter what. One is to facilitate support. The other is to put pressure on those two units." Zhao Wei finished speaking, with a proud look on his face.

Chang Zhifan and Zhu Geng agreed with this judgment.

"What about the third one?" Zhu Geng asked when he saw that Zhao Wei had no intention of continuing to say something.

Chang Zhifan also looked suspicious and did not like Zhao Wei to keep him like this.

"Third," Zhao Wei put away his laughing wings and took out an envelope from the inner bag of the military uniform: "The order the military headquarters just sent: immediately go west and fight head-on against Chechen Khan's headquarters." He stopped and said, "The military headquarters followed the First Division and has rushed to the Innen River now."

"The light army advances..." Zhu Geng murmured in a low voice, shaking his cloak: "My army will go to support us now, and you can slowly collect the prisoners of war and count the spoils."

"Wait!" Chang Zhifan hurriedly grabbed Zhu Geng: "Will you leave if you don't drink a cup of tea?"

Zhu Geng smiled and said, "When you go now, maybe there will be soup. If you drink tea here, you will not even have soup. By the way, if you are willing to lend me the captured horses, you can also get the broth."

The Ming army's teachings stipulated the disposal of spoils. When combat needs to be fought, the military commander can directly decide to use, destroy, abandon these spoils, and prisoners of war. Now, in order to rush to support the military headquarters, it is natural to use some war horses.

Zhu Geng went to the city to find Chang Zhifan for these Mongolian horses.

"At most, I have to use it!" Chang Zhifan sat back and said.

"Good! I'll order someone to count it now." Zhu Geng did not bargain again and strode away.

"Am I a little too generous?" Chang Zhifan looked at Zhao Wei, feeling a little heartbroken. (To be continued...)

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