Snow-capped and vast.
Arutai climbs a snow-covered dirt slope overlooking the endless snowfield.
Down the slope, a felt tent was being dismantled and loaded nervously, and they were soon about to move their positions.
Arutai frowned slightly, secretly thinking about the remaining chips in the hands of both the enemy and us, it was really a bit unexpected for him to fight, in his mind, for the decision-makers on the Warat side, it should be the same feeling, the battle was very embarrassing, and both sides were difficult to ride tigers.
Even if he could escape, he could not let his tribesmen migrate calmly in such a snowy and cold winter season, if he abandoned these tribes, then he had an empty grassland but no tribesmen, so what else did he have, so if Warat took the Tatar tribe as the target of the attack, Arutai could not help but wave his army to help.
In winter, fighting on the vast snowy fields is a huge drain on both sides, according to common sense, no matter how big the enmity is, it is not as great as the survival of the tribe, when the war is carried on to either side is no longer able to continue, they will find a way to compromise with the other side, make peace, unless the other side is sure not to accept surrender and can obtain greater benefits, the two sides can always reach an agreement.
But this time it was different, Arutai got Sakura's news and took the lead, swallowing one of the opponent's main forces first.
An elite army of 20,000 men is by no means an important force that can be replenished by either side in a short period of time on the grassland, and this main force has been eaten, making the strength of the two sides gradually balanced.
In the following major wars, both sides won and lost, so that the attrition of both sides always remained in a state of simultaneous decline.
Therefore, although the battle is getting harder and harder, there is a kind of hope that both sides seem to be able to fight forever.
If Arutai can grit his teeth and hold on, dragging this vengeful army that gathered all the elite of Warat to death on the Tatar steppe, even if the leaders of Tokhtar Buhua and Princess Samur can escape back to Warat, they will no longer be able to compete with him.
As the victor, his power and prestige will be unmatched for a while, and he will dominate the entire Mongolian steppe with the power of a great victory The ideal of unifying the Mongolian steppe, which he dreamed of, would take at least twenty years to realize if everything went smoothly and everything developed according to his vision.
Twenty years, how many variables will happen that he can't predict now, who knows what the future will look like It is difficult to predict who will win or lose, and now this opportunity is in front of him, once he succeeds, he can break and stand up, and his lifelong ambitions can be realized, he is reluctant to let go, and he can't let go.
More importantly, he was a little worried, and he also sent an envoy to the Ming court, bringing a large number of gold beads and jade treasures to move around to protest against Wara's groundless accusations.
In his opinion, the death of Hashha and Mahamu is likely to be a result of the internal struggle for power in Warat, and the one who does not spend a lot of sweat is even more suspicious, maybe he is the real culprit behind the scenes, but he has no evidence, and he has no choice but to write to the Ming court, only to defend himself.
He knew that once it was really defeated, when it was impossible to do anything, the Ming Court would definitely come forward to mediate.
He knew this very well, because the Ming Dynasty would not sit idly by and watch Warat dominate the grassland and push their iron hooves close to Liaodong.
With this reliance and peace of mind, he can go all out without worrying about his own destruction.
Moreover, he was now collecting evidence of the Great Khan of Warat, and as long as he could get the ironclad evidence, Aru let out a long sigh, and his anxiety was replaced by a vague snickering of joy.
At this moment, three long horns sounded, Arutai looked around, and saw hundreds of fast horses galloping in the snow a few miles away.
Recently, he had close contacts with the Ming army, which was obviously a Ming army that had come to understand the situation in the grassland, and Arutai immediately drove his horse down the high slope and met the group of Ming troops Sakura sat in the tent, facing the mirror to make up, her expression depressed, her eyes fluctuating, revealing that she was struggling in her heart.
Suddenly, a girl in a Mongolian robe ran in and said to her: "Gege, the Liaodong Ming army is here again, I just saw that the leader is still the very handsome Han general surnamed Ding, hehe, he must be looking for an excuse to see Gege, do you want to see him?"
Sakura was overjoyed, Huo Ran stood up and said, "Is Ding Yu here?"
On the snowfield, the endless camp is particularly conspicuous in the snow.
The banner hunts and flies in the cold wind, the arrow tower towers, the fight is strict, the snow begins to fall again, the wind rolls the snowflakes, boundless.
Inside the Khan's tent, Wan Songling paced back and forth, preoccupied.
Gongsun Dafeng sat cross-legged behind the desk, holding his chin to watch the master walk around, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the master seemed to be much more majestic than back then.
It seems that with his eyes and every move, the so-called Great Khan should be like this.
Wan Songling's state of mind is indeed very different from before, and he gradually tastes the taste of power, which is an addictive feeling.
Looking back at the past, he was full of scheming, but in order to cheat some money, every time he succeeded, he was self-absorbed for a long time, and in retrospect at this moment, it was really boring.
Only like this now, is the life of a man's husband Wan Songling stood still with his hands in his hands, looked at the tent, the tent curtain was rolled up, the snow outside the tent was fluttering, and the two guards pressed their knives in the snow, and the shoulders were draped with thick snowflakes, but they were still motionless.
In the distance, there was a faint sound of people shouting and neighing, the sound was not concentrated, but it came from all directions one after another, but he clearly knew that it was thousands of horses and thousands of troops, all under his control.
As long as he waved his hand and gave an order, countless warriors had to fight for him one after another, this feeling was really wonderful, making people like drinking alcohol, fluttering like immortals, even if he tricked a mountain of gold back, it was impossible to enjoy such a feeling.
He began to be unwilling to be controlled by the Ming Dynasty, he wanted to be the master, the master who controlled everything, an emperor Wan Songling quickly glanced at Yang Gan, who was sitting in the tent, gently wiping the saber, this is the person sent to him by the Daming Jinyi Guard, if he wants this Yang Gen to die, there is a way, the problem is that he doesn't know how many people the Jinyi Guard secretly pressed around him, and it is impossible for him to clean all his guards.
Moreover, his family and people who knew his details, including the real brother Agadorji, were now in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, and he couldn't take any chances.
What is especially important is that he is not yet able to control the power of the entire grassland, and Da Ming needs to use him, and he also needs to use Da Ming.
Thinking of this, Wan Songling exhaled a breath of turbid air and sat down behind a few cases.
Drinking the mare's milk wine in the dry bowl in one gulp, Wan Songling smacked his lips and gradually tasted the taste.
At first, he was not used to drinking this wine, but he thought that it was worse than the worst kind of soju, and it was almost difficult to drink, but now when he drank it, it did not have a mellow taste.
His concubine Manda Yuwa obediently came over and poured him another cup.
He now had four concubines, all of whom were princesses Samuer and young maidens chosen by Huo'a Hatun to serve him on the pillow.
Two of them have lost their virginity before marriage, which is not a fuss on the grassland, unless it is an upper-class aristocratic family that has studied Sinology since childhood, and most of the ordinary grassland girls will have a relationship with their lovers before marriage, although the two may not be able to achieve a positive result in the end.
Before Manda said that she was not a virgin before serving Wan Songling, but among the four concubines, her appearance was the most beautiful, especially her plump and round buttocks, curved and beautiful as a pear, and her flesh was firm and rich in elasticity, full of flesh, and she had a very good appetite for Wan Songling.
Every time she gallops with her round pink buttocks, Wan Songling is like being in heaven, so he loves her the most.
Of course, his favorite is the first stunner on the grassland, Mrs.
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Huo'a, but now he has set up the son born of Huo'a and Hashha as the head of the tribe, this child is still young, the whole tribe is actually in the hands of Huo'a, Huo'a needs to lead the headquarters of the soldiers and horses, usually rare opportunities to meet him, Manda Yuwa has become his favorite.
Seeing Manda Yuwa kneeling beside him, bending down to pour wine for him, the huge round buttocks were in front of him, Wan Songling's silver heart rose again, a big hand couldn't help but caress it, and pinched it on the fat buttocks, Manda Yuwa looked back at him and smiled, with a shyness in a slutty style, Wan Songling's silver heart suddenly blaze: "This little scratcher's eyes are really fucking like a pair of hooks" Looking at Manda Yuwa's eyes smiling like a crescent moon, Wan Songling somehow suddenly remembered the Ulan Tuya who was missing in the civil strife in Warat, and when he thought of the stunning girl with a bright grease, Wan Songling was even more horny, so he wanted to drag Manda Yuwa to the small tent behind him to have a daytime Xuanyin.
At this moment, a person came to the tent, Yang Yan put away his knife and went out, and after a while, he walked back with a head full of snowflakes, strode in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Great Khan, there is something important to report for your humble duties" Wan Songling knew that his so-called important matter must be the news from the Daming Jinyi Guard, and his lust was suddenly extinguished.
He was now very unhappy with being held hostage by Daming, but he didn't have the strength to resist, so he had to let go of the man who had been taken into his arms, and was glancing at him with silky eyes, waving his hand to tell her to avoid.
Waiting for Man Da Yuwa to withdraw, Yang Yan immediately whispered something to him, Wan Songling was taken aback, and said in a lost voice: "Didn't you say that you would send a light cavalry to raid behind the enemy and burn their grain and grass, how did you change your plan If you use grain and grass as bait to lure the enemy to fight a decisive battle, wouldn't our army be too dangerous to go deep behind enemy lines?"
Yang Gan's face sank, his eyes faintly revealed the meaning of killing, and he whispered: "You are just a charlatan, you know what art of war, we have died so many brothers to praise you to the throne, you are in order to let you enjoy the blessings of the Qing Lord, this is Lord Ji's order, you just follow the plan and obey the order, and don't talk nonsense."
Wan Songling was furious, he endured the anger in his heart, lowered his eyes, and avoided being seen by him The fierce light in his eyes, he just gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely To be continued: